#'thanks Angie I never sin!'

[not-poignant]

Hi! Big fan of your work and writing blog :) I have a question re: fanfic reception. I like writing fanfics about villains on the receiving end of noncon, and I sometimes get feedback that makes me feel weird and I dunno how to respond to it? It’s along the lines of "thanks for giving [character] the pain they deserve" "it’s good that you aren’t nice to [character] like those other fanfic writers". (Part 1…)

(Part 2…)I kind of feel like they’re complimenting my morals instead of my writing, but I also could be overreacting, because I mean it’s fine to seek out fics where a character you hate gets tortured? No hurry answering this, and thanks in advance if you do. I hope you’re doing alright on your break from UtB. I am using the time to reread and am loving it!

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Hi anon!

Oh this is an interesting quandary to be in, because I'm certain at least some of those people are very much being moralistic about it.

Tbh when it's 'thanks for giving (character) the pain they deserve' you can probably ignore that if you want, because yeah, they might have revenge fantasies and find that very satisfying.

But when you get people going 'thanks for being mean / not nice to this character like other writers' - if you're the kind of person who responds to comments and feels uncomfortable when someone is using your space to shame other authors (because that's exactly what's happening) you can choose - if you want - to take the time to say 'I have no problems when people enjoy this character being hurt, however, I do not tolerate when folks shame other authors and readers for what they enjoy in fiction. Please don't compliment my fic by putting down other people, that's not what a compliment is' or something similar.

As soon as a reader brings in other people and shames them, that's absolutely when you can take a stand and see a clear issue.

I see this a lot for two different things:

Writing realistic kink, and so many readers being like 'omg thanks for writing realistic kink there's so much unrealistic trash on here' and these days I always make a point of saying 'oh thanks! but I write and love unrealistic trash too. This is a fictional site and no one should be expected to write realistic kink here!' It shuts people down amazingly fast. But also makes them realise that perhaps they just shouldn't be throwing stones when we're all in a very glass castle on AO3 lmao

Writing realistic trauma recovery, so like 'thanks for showing how awful and evil rape can be unlike those people who write it for fun' - now how I end up with these readers with my actual writing history, I don't know, but I take the same approach of like 'thanks BUT I LOVE writing rape as titillation! I enjoy both!'

You don't have to be as blunt as me, and you don't have to address it at all, but any reader who shames other authors or readers in your comment section can be addressed directly because it's just a shitty thing to do. And people don't say shit like that in public if they don't secretly hope that one of those people will see the comment and feel bad about what they like.

So yeah, with your first example, they could be feeling moralistic, or they could just want a revenge fantasy and really enjoy noncon! The second example is a clear cut example of shaming, or stepping on other people to pass you a compliment, and you're never ever over-reacting when that makes you feel uncomfortable, or makes you feel like it's not really a compliment. Because all it really is, is a version of: 'you passed my moral standards, thanks' and that's not actually a compliment at all. (Or like you say, it's complimenting your morals, it's like having a weird fandom policeman come by and glare at you and be like '....okay you're committing no crimes, as you were' and moving on. It's just weird).

Anyway *shakes hands for weird comments that shame other readers/authors in the form of a compliment* - I do think you're right to feel uncomfortable at least sometimes when this happens. It's up to you how you choose to address or not address it, but I will say personally that if you aren't going to address it in comments, maaaaybe consider deleting the ones that shame other readers/authors, so that when those people read your fics they don't feel alienated. It's obviously your choice! But just something to consider if you want to be curating your space. And best of luck writing all the noncon-villain fics! They can be a lot of fun :D

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

So excited!!

If any of ya have any theories, I would love to hear them!

Sorry if it's short. Still in weekend mode heh.

The line for the snippet is an Adventure Time reference. Guess which character said it.

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Everyone held their breath. Nothing can be heard except for Valentino's angry growls.

After what happened with moth overlord (was he even still an overlord with no souls contracts left? They need to have a meeting about that), none of the remaining overlords spoke up in defiance. They were at least aware that they can't win against the literal King of Hell, more so with the presence of the other Sins and loyal hellborns.

With no more issues, Lucifer dismiss them.

Alastor stands by the door as he grins at the exiting demons. He hums a tune when Vees left.

Alastor: Nature abhors a power vacuum ~

Vox: The fuck did you just say?!

Alastor: Nothing, old friend ~

Rosie says goodbye to Charlie first before giving him a cheek pat as she leaves.

Rosie: Do come by Cannibal Town, my friend. I still have a few angel limbs for a lovely brunch.

Alastor: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The Radio demon gives a derogatory glance at Valentino and giggles.

Alastor: Though I feel like another one of our speedy overlord meeting is in order.

Rosie laughs and said her final goodbye.

It's only the Sins and the residents left. Lucifer asks Charlie and the others to go up the 2nd floor for a while as he has something to talk about the Sins privately.

Charlie: Okay. But dad.. Are you okay?

Lucifer: Of course, sweetie. Just a bit stressed.

She wasn't satisfied with her dad's answer but she knows she won't be able to get him to admit anything right now.

Charlie joins her friends on the upper floor and hears Angel wolf whistle. He's leaning at the railings and looking down at hell's 7 deadly Sins.

Angel: I know I just saw them down there being the big and the bad, but damn.

Husk: Honestly thought someone was about to get killed today.

Cherri: Eh, I think what happened was worse. For that moth dickhead anyway. Congrats on your freedom Angy! How does it feel?

Angel: Like a million bucks! I still can't believe that happened. I'm free. I'm gonna give short king something later as thanks.

He turns to Charlie.

Angel: You too, Charlie.

Charlie: I didn't do anything.

Angel: I know I never said this before but thank you for believing in me- for still believing in me and this whole redemption shit.

Charlie's about to cry and moves to give Angel a big hug.

The others give the pair a soft look. As the slight crying fest was happening, Alastor moves closer to the balcony with Vaggie to observe.

Vaggie: Can't hear them. Can't even read their lips.

Alastor: His Majesty's work most likely. Or did you think they would let us watch with no precaution?

Vaggie gives him an irritated look but says nothing.

Alastor keeps his sight on Lucifer. The aquatic demon, which he guesses is the Sin of Envy, is touching Lucifer too much for his liking. He tilts his head in response when the king looks up at him suddenly. Lucifer holds his gaze for a bit before shifting slightly.

Alastor turns to see Charlie move beside him looking at her father. His ear twitches.

This is troublesome.

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Lucifer put his shirt back on as he casts a barrier on the first floor.

Bee: Man, I haven't seen that side of you in years. Hell, I haven't even seen any side of you in years. I was beginning to think you died.

Satan: She's right. You usually at least sent a text once a year or so. And then when you decided to finally show up, you're basically being eaten alive by Roo's remnants! We-

The Sin of Wrath stops and takes deep breaths. No point in getting angry right now.

Mammon: Yeah, mate. Kinda miss the yearly lawsuits you give me business.

Asmodeus: You mean the discount Pride Ring you're tryna do?

Mammon: Fuck ya! Don't think I forgot ya stealing ma star employee!

Asmodeus: Cry me a river, Mam.

Belphegor: Children, please.

Mammon: Don't even start, Belphy. You still haven't explained why ya didn't tell us any of this shit.

Belphegor: What happens in Sloth is my responsibility.

Mammon: Well congrats! It's blowing up in our faces.

While the others were arguing back and forth, Leviathan moves to face Lucifer and put a hand on his.

Leviathan: Luci, I know you're not okay. You gonna tell me what's up with you?

Lucifer: It doesn't matter.

Leviathan: Of course it matters, Luci.

Lucifer: Not now, Levi.

Leviathan: Tsk. Alright then. But we will talk, especially about the look that red demon is giving me.

Lucifer looks up and makes eye contact with Alastor. The deer demon is wearing an expression he can't quite name but then his gaze shifts a bit to the left.

Charlie.

Oh, his lovely daughter. He still can't get what she said earlier out of his head. He knows she'll say she didn't mean it, but if it came out just like that, there has to be a bit of truth deep inside.

Was Charlie right? Would Lilith's presence instead of his really be that much better? Would this whole thing with Roo not even happen in that other timeline?

Lucifer doesn't know. What he knows is that he'll do everything in his power to keep his daughter and hell safe.

He clears his throat to stop the bickering.

Lucifer: Anything related to Roo is not to be undermined. In the meantime, Belphegor will keep a close eye on the anomaly. Bel, please coordinate with the Ars Goetia regarding evacuation of the nearby settlements.

Belphegor: Of course. Already on it.

Asmodeus: Lust will prepare evacuation sites as well.

Lucifer: Thank you. I'd like the other rings to have a few as well.

Satan: How about the ritual?

Lucifer: I would like to start as soon as possible but.. We're strong but we need ancient powers.

Satan: Wait. You don't mean her, do you? Can we even find her?

Lucifer: I'm the one who will be looking for her. She's probably up on Earth. It might take me a while but 'til then, I'll be temporarily handing over the duties of Pride to Charlie in my absence/

Bee: What?! Is she even ready?

Lucifer: You have your own rings to manage. And none of you are familiar with her. She might be the embodiment of good but she's still evil's sister.

Leviathan: And your wound?

Lucifer: I would advise that no one comes in contact with the anomaly. The only thing keeping it at bay in my body is my angelic blood. If I wasn't an angel, I would be dead.

The room just got colder with Lucifer's admission as Belphegor taps aggressively on her tablet.

Lucifer: Be careful all of you.

And with that, the meeting is done.

Lucifer debates talking to his daughter but overall decided to go back to his tower for the time being.

Alastor never took his eyes off the king and disappears in the shadows.

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What to look forward for in Part 7:

Lucifer: I'm so tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.

[milkywaybottles]

Hi! Could I request a swiss x gn!reader oneshot where he misses them when he is on tour and the reader surprises him at a show?

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Of course, love! Thank you sm for the Swiss request! I've been waiting for the chance to write for him <3

Enjoy xx

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Longing - Swiss x Reader Oneshot

Word count: 2.2k

Loving Swiss was like loving the moon, for all its beauty, knowing that by the time the sun comes up, he has to disappear. But he knew you and how you yearned to be held or laugh in his presence. For the latest Impera-tour, he had comprised a large kit consisting of many personal items.

The bag, which in itself was one of his duffel bags, consisted of two fluffy blankets that you used to cuddle with, three of his hoodies that had been covered in cologne, a handful of Polaroids, your favourite vinyls, emergency snacks and some beautiful handwritten letters, some of which had broken wax seals and others hadn’t.

You had also assembled a similar bag for him.

Nevertheless, he had ensured you were well prepared for the month period where you were very much on opposite sides of the Earth. Even the prospect caused you to ache.

Ever since Swiss bashfully asked you out at one of the rituals for the first time, you quickly learnt that touring would become the biggest challenge for any couple. As soon as you left that ritual with the biggest smile plastered on your face, the realisation hit you like a truck that he would not be joining you on the tiring flight home, nor would any of your companions.

The ritual cycle was gruelling, leaving you a dishevelled mess by the end.

So, this time around, when the ritual cycle arrived promptly on your doorstep, you knew exactly what to expect. Though, admittedly this could never take away from the raw and stinging pain you felt without him, especially when some Sister of Sin would go prodding with your heart to stir up drama. After supper, you would retreat to Swiss’ room and dive under the blanket of his four-poster bed, searching for relief.

This emotional toll was not only taken on you, but on Swiss as well.

He hadn’t recalled it as being torturous, but as he stood on stage, he decided promptly that it was inhumane to keep you from him. Every single night his eyes would sift through the crowd of faceless bodies, hoping and praying to make out yours amongst the sea. But he never did.

You always took your seat in the corner of the dining hall, preferring to keep your distance with the other Siblings of Sin. Eventually, while sitting in one of the various wooden rows for supper one stormy night, giggles had reached your ears about your dependency on Swiss. Your mouth soured, eyes set dead centre on your partially empty plate with a scroll across your lips.

“I heard they sleep in his room at night-” one Sister gossiped, holding her pale hands over her mouth as she spoke.

Another cackled, “Haven’t you seen them wear his clothes? Talk about desperate”

The words stuck to your mind, reverberating through your pounding skull. Between the booming thunder outside and the lowly chatter inside the hall, the warmth of your robe was all too comforting as you shrunk backwards into it. Their insults seemed to dissipate as you retreated into your mind, only to be broken with a startled jump.

“Ladies, don’t you have prayer duty to attend to?” Angie hissed, placing her dinner plate firmly down beside yours. At the familiar voice, your head snapped in her direction, a warm smile overtaking your mouth. “They’re just jealous” she assured, taking her seat beside you.

No matter how many times you saw her, you were constantly surprised by her beauty. Her eyes were the same colour as the bark of a tree, always sound and inviting. On occasion, a stray strand of ebony hair would fall out from underneath her coif, framing her round face.

But most importantly, Angie was your friend. She knew you better than anyone else.

“Thank you, Ange. I can normally handle one, but..” you trailed off, evidently throwing your arm up and gesturing to table that the Sisters were sitting at. Angie modestly shrugged, beginning to spoon the contents of her dinner into her mouth.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, prompting you to play with the broken hem of your clothing. Angie was eager to break the silence, “Y’know, why don’t you just go surprise him? Like fly out to their venue and go from there?”. Your attention craned to her once again, your lips pressing together in thought. You shook your head twice,

"I dunno.."

But Angie's smile was wicked, and you knew you had lost.

-

The airport could best be described as an 'attack on the senses', leaving you baffled in its labyrinth of sounds and smells. The last thing you remembered was waving anxiously to your friend at the boarding gate as you disappeared down the hallway with a single luggage bag trailing behind you. The rest of the trip had merged into a fast-paced blur, a cloud of fuzzy disorientation that you found best not to dwell on.

With a single ticket in hand, you filed into the ritual venue with elated excitement, practically skipping your way to the barriers with urgency. The venue had yet to be filled to the brim with people, leaving vast gaps of empty space in the middle of the pit. If you had been to drop a coin, the sound would have bounced off the walls and returned back to you just as loudly. A draft swept through the venue. causing you to shiver.

When people began to fill the empty spaces, you looked down at your appearance and back up at them with a rosy face. You quickly realised that many people were dressed in a similar way to you, if not almost identical, meaning that it would make it almost impossible to spot you in a crowd of a few thousand. Feeling your face heat up in embarrassment, you turned back to the barrier and slicked your hair back, the nerves beginning to bubble in your stomach.

Before you knew it, a guitar solo from Imperium began to blare through the stadium as the lights dulled. You hummed with giddy excitement as the tune morphed into Kaisarion, and in a flash, a silhouette was projected onto the curtain. The stadium erupted in enthralled cheers and screams, practically begging to get the first sight of the ghoul.

As the curtain dropped, the crowd screamed again.

Finally, their eyes had been blessed with Aether, fire spewing behind him in a marvellous display. For the first time that evening, the stage had been lit in a milky yellow light, smoke bursting from the corner pillars. Despite the number of shows you had attended, you were always captivated by the sheer quality and creativity of it all.

Dew, Rain and Aether lined up at the front of the stage, their skills on display as they all played smoothly. You smiled at the friendly familiarity of it all. Aether and his little quirks when playing, such as the occasional extra flick of his wrist or the gesturing to the crowd. Dew and his aggressive head banging. Or Rain, rocking back and forth excessively like a rockstar.

Oh how you had missed them.

“Kaisarion!”

Your smile became even wider as you mouthed the lyrics, staring up at Papa with wonder-filled eyes. Marvelling at the brand new outfits, your eyes drifted to the back left of the stage, scanning for any sight of your ghoul.

Heart squeezing, your eyes were planted firmly on Swiss. You felt as though you were about to explode, cheeks red with excitement. His leg bounced at a quickening pace, hand secured on the microphone stand. Your ears perked at the sound of the backing vocals, and before long, it melded into a beautiful harmony of Swiss and the ghoulettes.

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The show was pulling to a close and yet it hadn’t managed to slow at all. The crowd was still electrified and the performers just as lively as they continued with their final songs.

You had to admit that while you were completely understanding as to why, you couldn’t help but be disappointed that Swiss had yet to spot you. Being at the back, he was at a disadvantage. Rarely moving from his podium, you assured yourself that even if he didn’t spot you, you would see him later so it didn’t really matter.

With your eyes glued to your partner, you were hastily caught by surprise as you saw him leap off his podium and begin to approach the stage. Many hands were extended towards his shiny black boots as they neared the edge. Your heart must have skipped a beat when he was only a handful of metres away. You could almost feel his reassuring embrace, or his tender kisses.

Feeling the chance pass by you, you abrasively held out your arm towards him and screamed, “Swiss!”. The strumming of his guitar never halted, but he paused and his head was held high as if to smell a strong scent. Then, he spun around at the speed of light as his eyes landed squarely on you. His face was beaming with excitement as you waved furiously.

Although in an attempt not to distract from the show, he skipped over to Aether and they conversed for a moment. Despite the words not being audible over the music, you could assume what they were saying based on the fact that Aether also turned in your direction as Swiss pointed.

You were elated, truly.

Unable to wipe the content look off his face, Swiss focused back on the performance, knowing that if they just finished up, you both could be reunited once and for all.

And that’s what they did.

They carried on persistently until the curtain closed, and even that couldn't dull the roaring of the crowd. Soon, a burly security guard came to collect you and took you through the winding hallways of the venue. As you pushed through the door into the dressing room, you almost leapt towards the first ghoul you saw with desperation.

There was a certain homesickness you had been consumed by, not one which made you miss your physical home, but one which made you miss the people that made you think of home. And of course, your family made you think of home.

"(Y/N)!" a chorus of ghouls cheered. Before you could process what was happening, a pile of ghouls came tumbling towards you with speed. You winced as your body was overtaken by countless limbs, embracing you as tight as they could until your face turned purple. With one eye pried open, you could barely make out the bodies, Dew, Cirrus, Aether, Mountain, Cumulus, Rain and Sunshine.

"I'm happy to see you guys too!" you laughed.

But there was one ghoul that was missing.

Your eyes scanned over the room, the leather couch, the vanity, and even the cacti in the corner of the large room to no avail. Frowning, you turned back to the ghouls, doing your best to hide your disappointment with a content smile.

"(Y/N)...?"

Your mind snapped.

You knew that voice anywhere.

Your heart almost leapt from your throat as you spun to the voice, which had just emerged from the other door. You gave him no time to react as you jumped at him, hugging your ghoul in your arms. The scent of musk and bourbon lingered under your nose, prompting your hold to become stronger. You felt his hand press to your hair, pulse thumping under his chest as you were pushed towards it.

An 'aww' was shared between the ghoulettes.

At last, your head dragged away from the comforting fabric of Swiss's chest to meet his sparkling eyes, filled with the softness of love. "I saw you in the crowd" he mumbled against the crown of your head, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you"

He grinned, canines flashing, "Well this certainly is a surprise" and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

One of his many forms of affection, while mostly gentle with you, was to pull you towards him or to stroke his tail spade up and down your calves. And it was no different that time around. As if his tail had a mind of its own, it began to drift upwards.

You smirked and shuddered, leaning into his arms to savour the moment.

Everything felt right, like puzzle pieces finally fitting together. The way your body curved perfectly around his strong stature, or the way his hand fell into yours comfortably.

“Get a room, guys” Aether called, looking up from the couch with a playful dismay.

Swiss shot deadly daggers towards his brethren, breaking away from your gaze. Like that of a snake, his tongue flicked outwards from the underneath of his helmet. “Trust me, we would if we could”. Although fiery, his tone was dripping with a smugness

Face now flushed, you left your hand on his arm assertively. He leant forwards, eliminating the gap between your lips as he caught you in a passionate tangle.

“You should surprise me more often” he remarked.

“I’ll take notes” you replied wittily.

And of course you both weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to make up for lost time.

The prospect of returning home was far from your mind. All that remained was a deep longing for your partner.

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[lorenfinch]

Last Line Tag

Hi!! I was tagged by @liv-is! Thank you so much!

Rules: post the last line or snippet from your chosen WIP. it can be as long as you like. You guys are gonna get a bit of a treat with this one 😈 [cw for: vampire-typical blood drinking]

As the elf’s blood ran down my throat, one of the many thousands of Luminous Faith hymns sprang to my mind. The gods were far too great to consume the food and drink of mortals, so instead, it was said they drank sacred nectar, born of the honey from fallen stars. In the hymn, Nethys, goddess of sinful pleasures, offered a mortal man a sip of this nectar, for she had found his curiosity amusing. That one sip was enough to drive the man to madness in search of just another drop, and because mortal food and drink had become subpar to his now enlightened tastes, he wasted himself away until he was but a skeleton.

I never understood how such a thing could happen until now. With a gasp I wrenched myself free of the elf’s wrist, of his nectar-filled artery, and stared into his flushed face. His pupils had blown wide, and I noticed that even in this walled chamber his silvery hair shimmered with starlight.

“I’m Renwick,” I breathed, licking the remainder of his blood off my lips. “You can call me Ren if you’d like.”

His eyes seemed to track the movement of my tongue, before landing back onto mine with a slight grin. “I’m Erevan.”

“Erevan,” I repeated, giving his name a taste. “That’s a lovely name.” Frustratingly, it didn’t sound nearly as melodic in my voice. I glanced towards his wrist, intending to offer to bandage it, but before my eyes, the pierced flesh bound itself back together, leaving only a trickle of leftover blood. I couldn’t help but marvel. It was reminiscent of a vampire’s regeneration, and I once again wondered just what he was capable of.

Tagging: @serenanymph @macabremoons @sam-glade @writernopal WIP TAGLIST: @angie-j-kay @digitalsatyr23 @sam-glade @worldsfromhoney

[emerysaks]

Picking up the Pieces

“I’m telling ya’, Gloria, all that soulmate stuff is nonsense.”

“And I’m telling you, Angie, it’s real.”

“Oh yeah?” Angie stared at her coworker skeptically. “If that’s the case, then why don’t I have someone’s name scrawled across my wrist or something?”

Carol sighed and tossed a dishrag at Angie. “We’ve gone over this, silly. Not everyone gets a name. Some people can only see in black and white until they meet their one true love. A few people can even feel the other person’s pain. That’s how some nurses have met their soulmates.”

Angie rolled her eyes. “You know anyone specific, Gloria, or is this stuff you’ve read in Cosmo?

“Honest to God, Ang! Carol said her cousin’s best friend’s sister saw color when she met her fella.”

Angie laughed. “Well, I’ve never seen in black and white, and I’ve got enough scars and bruises from derby to have met a soulmate by now.” She held up her arms and nodded at the little knicks and lines that dotted her forearms. 

Gloria shrugged and looked at the faint name that looped around her wrist. “All I know is this name appeared when I was fourteen.” She sighed. “And now I’m twenty-four.”

Angie stopped laughing and reached for Gloria’s wrist. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t make fun of it. I know how important it is to you.” She read the name on her friend’s wrist and smiled. “And who knows? Maybe Andrew Stevens will come for a latte one of these days.”

“Maybe,” Gloria agreed wistfully. 

“But until he does, you’re still going to the club for Friday night frenzies with me, right?”

Gloria grinned. “Of course I am!”

“Thank God,” Angie laughed. “Carol keeps sending drinks to women on my behalf, and I’m running out of polite ways to tell them that it wasn’t really me.”

“The trials of Angie Martinelli,” Gloria exclaimed dramatically. “If only we all had problems like you.” 

“You laugh,” Angie grumbled, “But it’s tough. Why can’t I meet a nice girl that I can bring home to my family? Someone who has her life together.”

Gloria nudged Angie. “And beautiful?”

“That’d be a nice bonus,” Angie agreed.

Gloria looked over the counter. “Maybe someone like your favorite English customer?”

Angie sighed. “Don’t I wish?”

“You could ask her out, you know.”

Angie shook her head. “No! She’s way out of my league.”

Gloria glared at her. “She is not out of your league.”

Angie stared back incredulously. “Have you seen her?” She waved a hand in the woman’s direction. “Have you heard her talk?”

“I have,” Gloria smirked. “Her accent is adorable.”

“Adorable,” Angie scoffed. “It’s sinful.”

Gloria raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is it?”

“Stop!” Angie swatted her with a cleaning rag. 

“I’m not the one who has a crush on the English woman with a sinful accent.”

Angie turned away and huffed. “I am never telling you anything again.”

“She comes in three times a week, always sits in your area, and makes a point to ask you how your day is going. Ask her out already.”

“She’s friendly,” Angie explained.

“She doesn’t talk to anyone else,” Gloria argued. 

“So, she’s selectively friendly,” Angie said. “That doesn’t mean she’s interested in me.”

Gloria folded her arms and glared at Angie. “Do you even know her name?”

Angie blushed. “She always pays with cash.”

“Angie! She’s been coming in here for a month.”

“I call her English,” Angie confessed as she took a fresh pie from the kitchen window and set it down on the counter. “It slipped out one day. She didn’t seem to mind, so it stuck.” 

Gloria narrowed her eyes. “I swear to God, if you don’t get her name today, I will take matters into my own hands.”

Angie gasped. “You will not!”

“Try me,” Gloria pressed. 

Angie picked up a knife and began to slice the pie. “Okay, I’ll ask her what her name is before she leaves today. Happy?”

Gloria nodded. “Before she leaves. Promise?”

“Promise,” Angie said. She went to make another slice but dropped the knife when a glass shattered across the room. 

“Ow!”

Gloria looked at her in concern. “Did you cut yourself?”

“I don’t think so, but…,” Angie looked at her left hand in confusion as a small wound appeared along her palm and a faint trickle of blood welled along the edges. “I don’t understand,” she said. 

“Um, Angie,” Gloria murmured.

Angie looked up to see Gloria pointing across the room to a booth. A booth where her favorite English customer was currently kneeling, picking up the pieces of a shattered coffee cup as a line of bright red blood bloomed across her palm.

Angie swayed and felt Gloria’s hands settle on her waist. 

“Easy there, Ang.”

“This isn’t possible,” Angie whispered. 

“Looks like it is,” Gloria said. She nodded toward the English woman. “You want me to go over there?”

Angie shook her head. “No. I promised you that I’d get her name.”

Gloria shook her head. “That was before…” she waved a hand between Angie and the woman.

Angie grinned weakly. “Well, no time like the present, I guess.” She wrapped a towel around her palm and reached for a clean towel.

“Good luck!” Gloria smiled. 

Angie felt like weights were tied to her ankles as she walked across the room and knelt beside the woman she only knew as English. 

“I am so sorry,” the woman told her. “I knocked it off the table when I reached for my phone. I can pay to replace it.”

Angie smiled. “It’s okay. Happens all the time.” She reached for the woman’s injured hand. “Here, let me wrap that for you until you can get somewhere to clean it up.”

English smiled in relief and allowed Angie to take her hand. “That’s awfully kind of you.”

“Not at all,” Angie said.

The woman looked at the towel wrapped around Angie’s hand. “Oh no! Did you injure your hand, too?”

Angie took a deep breath. “Not exactly.”

English looked at her quizzically and then down to Angie’s left hand. When she looked back at Angie, her eyes held understanding.

Angie let out the breath she’d been holding. “You know I’m Angie, but I only know you as English. But I figure maybe I should know your name given that….” She looked down at their mutually wrapped hands. “Look, I don’t even know if I believe in all this soulmate stuff-”

She stopped talking when English placed her uninjured hand over Angie’s hand. 

“I’m Peggy Carter,” the English woman said.

“Angie Martinelli.”

Peggy smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Angie.”

Angie laughed. “You, too, Peggy.”

Peggy looked at their hands. “I think we should tend to these cuts, but perhaps later this evening, we could get something to eat and discuss this?”

Angie smiled. “I would love to.”

Peggy looked delighted. “Wonderful.”

Angie looked at the shattered cup on the floor beneath them and grinned. Gloria would be insufferable now. But, as she looked back at Peggy and saw how the Englishwoman was looking at her, she decided it was worth it. After all, she might have just found her soulmate. 

[a-wild-things-rambles]

📓📓 (do two!)

thank you!!!

so mmmm first one- the authority integrating w the dc universe! i have a rough plan, but oghhhh its gonna be tragic- leaving behind a dying world, heaving with the mistakes you made, a fresh start away from your sins- but your peers are still there and still hate you[wildcats n the other teams], having to deal with a world that is so fundamentally different from wildstorm. all of them having to grappel with the loss of their universe, and being thrust into a new one, some are happy that better worlds are out there [shen, mid n apollo[look i like them deranged as i can but they do want a better world- but now they have to recon with being incompatible with it]] others are cut off from the core of their power- jack- who can connect with the citys still, but its not the citys he knew- angie who love exploring the new world- but still feels the loss, keeps referring to papers never writen. keeps going to a grave that dousent exist [shen n jack to]

so long sprawling deep dives and breakdowns of the characters in a new world! a journey where you cant go back and can only try to remake yourself ina world so fundamentally different from your own, to watch the sun rise on a [relatively] peaceful world- and know you have no place in it

and the other. ohhh. jason snaps. i love cold and calm jason, but a story thats just him tearing down gotham brick by brick, tearing open all the old wounds till the citys just one open sore- a jason thats convinced the only way to finish it is to burn it of the map- who comes back from the grave wronger- a revenant if you will. just some cathartic manipulations and bridge burnings, utrh if jason gave up on the joker and batman plot, and decided batman meant nothing to him. [key: he will have crawled our of his grave and not been piked up by talia- i think she stopped alot worse stuff happening]

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You can control moths by giving them lamps

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lamps are so good tho

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I got one

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Opening Comms Again!

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Niff roped me into editing her freaky-ass fanfiction again.

I’ve never wanted to claw my own eyes out more than I have tonight.

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I just found her voxblr… she gets paid to write this shit???

And I’m editing it for FREE?

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hazbin employee: oh hey, ur back early

redeemed sinner: heaven’s haunted

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Does anyone know if @/real-radio-demon is actually the Radio Demon?

My boss follows him, but I’m not convinced…

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It’s not him. Alastor doesn’t even know what voxblr is. He won’t touch hellphones with a ten foot pole.

I’ve been trying to get the account taken down for impersonation/misinformation because whoever it is keeps spreading bullshit lies about the hotel.

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Murder :)

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If staff takes it down we fuckin riot!

Hear that @.voxblr4k ?

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Bee and Loon vs voxblr staff

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[onebizarrekai]

v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.

[qrowsofafeather]

Decided to celebrate finishing a project elsewhere by finally posting some Obey Me! content of my own. Still only doing character study stuff until I'm more confident.

This is just a very short bit (<700 words) of my MC trying to process things the first day or two after arriving.

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She wasn't sure what tipped her off to the Presence behind her - perhaps the soft hush of fabric scraping against cloth - but Emma realized she was being watched, and closely. She waited a moment before turning from the bookshelf very slightly with a, "Sorry, am I in the way?" Tilting her head further, a pleasant smile on her face, she looked up to meet the gaze of the demon waiting there.

Black eyes with a hint of red - they reminded her of flame reflected in a gem of onix, or perhaps volcanic glass - stared coldly back at her, the color palette fitting for one known as a 'Ruler Of Hell'.

"Your Devildom History class should not be covering that unit this year, not at your course level."

Lucifer. The bright and morning star, light of the Heavens, Fallen from glory alongside his brothers for their defiance against their Father. Such an entity was standing not two feet away from her, right this very moment.

You know, don't you? Emma's face didn't betray any of the uneasy thoughts running across her mind. Instead, she nodded, continuing to smile. "That's true, but I reasoned it would be easier to understand current Devildom culture if I had at least a loose grasp of its history. I even-" she turned back to the short stack of books she'd gathered so far, pulling out a slim journal to show off, "-have a different notebook to keep it separate from homework related observations. Satan-" Don't hesitate, don't slip up, whatever you do. "-helped me shop for supplies."

She wasn't sure how long she could maintain eye contact, a jittery feeling rising up inside her. Can I get away with looking past his ear? It fooled most people.

Obsidian eyes blinked once then shifted to a shelf far above her head. "In that event-"

Emma could feel her skin prickle, the hair on her arms standing up beneath her sweatshirt as the Avatar of Pride reached past her, gently tugging free a rather thick tome and offering it.

"-I would suggest you begin with this one. Should you manage to finish it-" The corner of his mouth tilted upward, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly, "-Satan is without question the best to ask for further reading materials."

She accepted the proffered text, hefting it in both hands to both judge its weight and disguise her quick breath in, the firm setting of her shoulders. Nobody insulted her reading skills and got away with it, nobody! You wait, I'll memorize this whole damn thing and show you just how much you've underestimated me. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you," the human replied, genuine gratitude seeping into her polite tone. Fever dream, trial by fire, or divine punishment - whatever the circumstances surrounding her arrival in the Devildom, the chance to Learn something new could not be skipped.

Now the faint smirk was a dry smile. "I look forward to seeing the fruits of your efforts." Lucifer handed her the books she'd previously selected, Emma shifting her grip, determined not to drop any of them. Heavy, but manageable... I think. "Take care not to disappoint Diavolo in this venture."

With no more than a swish of the coat he wore as a stylish cape, Lucifer turned and paced quietly out of the House's small library.

Only when he was out of sight did Emma allow herself a sigh of relief. The brothers had been introduced to her as Avatars, each embodying a different entry in the list of 'Deadly Sins'. She'd met six of them so far, and was still deciding what she thought of them. Something told her not to ask about the seventh - the way they deftly avoided acknowledging that one was missing already spoke volumes - a demon who could only represent the Sin of Sloth.

I never paid much attention to Demonology. She found herself once again wishing she'd at least read The Key Of Solomon, now wholly out of her theological depth and at serious risk of drowning. Otherwise maybe I'd know the youngest's name already.

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[[Despite being prone to angy outbursts, she still terms herself a "massive f*cking coward", particularly with regards to expressing her faith (Baptist).]]

[vampire207343]

Diana Grace

What if.... Davis Motomiya is born a girl by the name Diana and she has a big secret that she kept from her friends she’s a ..... Demigod the Daughter of Apollo.

          Diana left Odaiba after the defeat of MaloMyotismon for good since she has been drifting away from the rest of the Digidestin even from her mortal bestfriend Ken Ichijouji, since he has been spending more time to his new girlfriend Yolie Inue. Which I didn’t mine, but it feels like were not even friends anymore.

While I was in the park with Veemon an old clock sales man aproach me and given me a chance to be a different type of Digidestin and I accepted his proposal to become different time of Digidestin, I become a General every since then.

                 When I arrived at Digi-Quortz which are similar to the Digital world except the whole place look like a digital version of the human world.

 The Digimon that join my army are:

Apollomon

Dianamon

Leppamon

Raze Greymon

Sakuyamon

Mermaimon

Mihiramon

Cutemon

Guilmon

Rosemom

Floramon

Stingmon

Falcomon

Agunimon

Lobomon

Kazemon

Beetlemon

Loweemon

Swanmon

Lucemon

Seadramon

Justicemon

Junomon

I am the General of Miracles and after all the Generals defeated Quortzmon we return to the real world, but we all stayed in contact with one another even if we aren’t in the same town or country beside some of the Digimon Generals are Demigod like myself for example:

Mikey Kudo the demigod son of Hermes 

Jeremy Tsurgi the demigod son of Hermes

Angie Hinomoto the demigod daughter of Ares

So all the general knows about Demigod, but they still accept them. So after I return home their seem to be no time past which I didn’t mind beside All the Child Digidestin wouldn’t miss me one bit since their all to busy with their own life so they wouldn’t even know that I’m leaving Odaiba and moving to New York.

Diana being a daughter of Apollo, she’s great music and healing like all her brothers and sister.

              5 months later...

 The Digidestin finally notice the absent of Diana’s prescent so they went ro visit her at her house.

                                                      Ding.....Dong....

And Jun open the apartment door.

“ Oh... it’s you guys, what do you want? ” Jun ask.

“ Can we see Diana ” Kari said.

“ She’s not here ” Jun replied.

“ When is she going to get home? ” Ken ask.

“ You guys don’t know do you? ” Jun aak after look at them all in the eyes.

“ We don’t know what ? ” Cody ask.

“ My sister moved ” Jun replied.

“ Moved?....Where did she moved away? ” T.K. ask shock.

“ She moved to New Yorkbto be closer with her father and other siblings” Jun said.

“ Ah... this might be little personal but don’t you and Diana shared the same father? ” Yolie ask.

“ No.... Diana is my younger half sister.... well if that’s all goodbye ” Jun said Before closing the aparment door to their face.

 Before all the Digidestin left the Motomiya home and meet up with the older digidestin and told them what Jun said to them.

“ Did you guys even know she move at all ” Matt ask.

“ No ” Yolie said.

“ But, where still pick up the signal of her D-3 in Japan ” T.K. said.

“ It’s quite possible that when she left Japan. Diana left her D-3 behind ” Izzy said.

“ I suppost ” Ken said.

“ But I still can’t believed that Diana moved ” Yolie said.

“ Yeah ” Kari said.

“ I guess we are to bussy with our own lives that we didn’t notice that Diana left Japan ” Cody said.

“ I guess your right.... we been slowly drifting away from one another since the the defeat of MaloMyotismon ” T.K. said.

3 years later...

   The war with Gaia and her giant are finally over the 7 Demigods are:

Percy Jackson the son of Poseidon

Annabeth Chase the daughter of Athena

Frank Zhang the son of Mars

Hazel Lavender the daughter of Pluto

Piper Mclean the daughterbof Aphrodite

Leo Valdez the son of Hepheatus

Diana Motomiya the Daughter of Apollo

Jason Grace the son of Jupiter

Diana and Jason are now offically a couple, and their friends Piper Mclean has her heart broken since she also has a crush on Jason. But the relationship that Jason and Piper had at the beging was the creation if the Mist it wasn’t real but she did fall in love with Jason for real but Jason fellnin love with the beautiful daughter of Apollo, Diana Motomiya.

   One of Diana’s friends Jeremy Tsurgi the sin of Hermes was their for Piper to comfort her broken heart and help. Jason Grace, Piper Mclean and Leo Valdez become a General aswell.

Jason Grace’s army consist of :

Jupitermon

Leppamon

Seadramon

Hawkmon

Ravenmon

Angemon

Beetlemon

Huckmon

Sorcermon

Veedramon

War Greymon

Kazemon

Justicemon

Garurumon

Cutemon

Apollomon

Gallantmon

Monochromon

Kudamon

Lobomon

Angewomon

Leo Valdez’s army consist of:

Vulcanusmon

Datamon

Clockmon

Mihiramon

Marine Angemon

Leomon

Armadillomon

Tentomon

Kyubimon

Impmon

Agunimon

Metal Greymon

Magnamon

Labramon

Metal Seadramon

Biyomon

Terriermon

Wormon

Gaomon

Hawkmon

Piper Mclean's army consist of:

Venusmon

Lilymon

Yokomon

Terriermon

Metal Seadramon

Biyomon

Impmon

Leomon

Gatomon

Gabumon

Strikemon

Floramon

That summer they all went to Japan to meet the rest of the Generals by thrn Piper began dating Jeremy Tsurgi, after getting over her feelings for Jason. Piper Mclean, Leo Valdez and Jason Grace get along eith the rest of the General.

       5 years later...

All the Generals are now 21 years old and finally graduate College even those who are demigods. Jason Grace recently propose to Diana they been together for 6 years now.

 And they had a huge wedding at the Plazza in New York that their mortal friends could also attend and the Gods  made sure that no monster can ruwin their wedding and Queen Hera/Juno also gaved them her blessing which they thank her for.

           A month after tgey gotten married they find out from Apollo that Diana is already pregnant with twin Daughters their names are Serenity and Minako Grace  born in June 30, 1978.

               5 years later....

My mortal sister Jun Motomiya invited my family to her wedding to Jim Kido the older brother of Joe Kido the child of Reliability and I haven’t  seen the child Digidestins for almost 13 years since I left Odaiba. I know that Jun would most likely invited them all their yo her wedding since she’s marrying Joe Kido’s older brother.

Mikey and Angie are also invited since their son Duo Kudo is the Ring Bearer like my youngest daughter Minako is the flower girl for the wedding.

We flyto Japan using my family’s private Jet and Jeremy and his wife Piper tag along since it’s also the Digidestin Genersls Reunion so Leo and his wife Airu Suzaki

Would be taging along with their 4 years old son Xavier Valdez.

Jeremy & Piper Tsurgi, Leo & Airu Valdez and their family went a head to where they were meeting with the rest of the Generals, While Mikey and his wife Angie Kudo, Jason and Diana Grace and their family attented Jun’s wedding

2 Hours Later....

   The wedding Ceremony are finish and now all the guest are taking a seat to eat.

“ Congrasulation Jun ” Diana said giving her sister a hug.

“ Diana you made it in time ” Jun said.

“ I got my scudel clear for your wedding and you made my youngest daughter your flower girl and beside our friends are having a 10 years reunion later ” Diana said.

“ Congrasulation Jun ” Jason said.

“Oh.., thanks Jason. And it’s nice to see you again”  Jun said.

“ You too ” Jason said.

“ Congrasulation, Aunt Jun "Serenity and Minako Grace said.

“ Oh thank you girls " Jun said.

“ Well we will leave you to talk to your other guest ” Diana said, before joing Mikey, Angie and their two sons Heero and Dup Kudo.

“ Alright ” Jun said. 

Unknown to Diana that Joe spotted her.

“Guy...Guys... you would gelieve who I just saw ” Joe kido said.

“ Who is it that your out of breath” Natt ask.

“ I saw Diana again with her family, and it turn out the flower girl Minako Grace is Diana’s youngest daughter ” Joe said.

“ What? ” Tai ask shock.

“ Dosen’t that mean she’s married ” Yolie said.

“ From the look of things, yeah ” Joe said.

“ She has longer hair now and her once pure brown hair turn to golden brown hair ” Joe said.

“ Really she use to have a boyish haircut" T.K. said

“Yeah” she right their point at Diana.

“ I suppost 13 years can change a person’s view on things ” Sora said.

“ I guess your right ” Yolie said.

“ So what dose Diana do now a days? ” Kari ask.

“ To tell you guys the truth I still don’t know that part ” Joe said.

After the wedding the Kudo and the Grace family left and went to Shinohome to meet up with the rest of the Generals.

“ Hey, Jun what is Diana doing now a days? ” Tai ask.

“ Well Diana is a famous Actress and Singer, but she also own a Resturant Businesss that she runs. She also went to Medical School like her brothers and Sister, but she never went to be a Doctor but she dose have a degree for it. And her husband Jason Grace is an Actor and he also own Grace Airline. ” Jun said.

“ What?! Diana’s an actress and Singer ” Yolie ask shock.

“ That’s right. Well this is wehere we leave you ” Jun said before She and Jim left for their Honeymoon.

  Nene Amano end up marrying Christopher Aonuma. And she work as a Zologu expert while Christopher becoje a Marshal Art Instructor and they have one daughter together Lita Aonuma who’s the same age as Minako and Serenity.

Mikey Kudo become a Gym Teacher in New York city and Angie open up her own resturant that could rivals that of Diana’s. Mikey and Angie has two children and they are Heero and Duo Kudo.

8 years later...

Serenity & Minako  Grace, Lita Aonuma, Heero and Duo Kudo are now 14 years old and their family are currently living in Japan and all their memories of their pass life has return to them a month ago, so they have discretly collected all the 7 Rainbow crystal before making it one and Serenity hiding it from her body.

Minako Grace was the reborn princesss of Venus and she was also the captain of Inner Senshi of Princess Serenity. She was Sailor Venus the Senshi of Love and Beauty. She already at Princess Sailor Venus while she is in active that dosen’t mean they don’t trainn well those who remember their true memory of their past life not the one Queen Serenity want them to believe.

Lita Anomua is the reborn eelf of the princess of Jupiter, she also happen to be the secound in command of the inner sendhi of Princess Serenity. She is the senshi of Bravery and Protection, Sailor Jupitor, and Like Minako she has trained hard to reach the level of princess Sailor Jupitor.

 Duo Kudo was the reborn self of the Prince of Saturn and the half-brother of Princess Serenity and Sailor Saturn, he is the secound in command of the Planetry Knights.

Then their’s Heeero Kudo was the reborn self of the Prince of Jupitor and the half-brother of princess Lita of Jupitor and the capatain of the Planetry Knights.

Then Finally their is Serenity Grace vthe reborn self of Princess Serenity of the Moon. She is tge crown princess of the white moon kingdom and the true misstress of the Sliver Crystal which she currently hiding inside her own body. While her mother  Queen Serenity didn’t want her to be train as a senshi dhe sneak out to train as one without her mother knowladge. She also reach the same level as Venus and Jupitor, she now Princess Sailor Moon.

Serenity POV

 I have cut  any bond that I may have with PrincevEndymione XII since they may have been enganged to marry one another in their first life, but they did not love one another their Engangement was only to stop War from breaking out between the Moon and Earth Kingdoms, hut instead their Engagement cause the destruction of the moon Kingdom. Because of Endymione’s ex-girlfriend who he had to leave because if their Engangement. Beryl who is a Noble daughter from Earth, broke the Ancient Seal that contain one of the most Evilnbeing on Earth Metalicana which  my mother Queen Serenity sealed away long ago. And now  Metalicana possesed Beryl and she had rallied an Army and attack the Moon kingdom the lead to it’s destruction.

   At that time I was not awared that my younger half sister Princess Selena of the moon.

Have been visiting Earth many times that she end up meeting Endymione and fall in love with him even though she know the moment she heard his name that he is the Fiancee of her older half sister, but she didn’t care, but her rendezvous stop after the annocment of Serenity and Endymione’s wedding. For our mother would have her head if she didn’t.

I’m not awared who Selena’s father is in our last life and I’m 100% sure that she was not the daughter of of King Hades of Saturn, no one really know who her father is.

   Recently Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury are awaken most likely by Luna and Pluto awaken Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus earlier with the other inner scouts no where to be found. After the battle with Queen Beryl, Minako Grace finally found Artemis again but by then we were to Japan to go back to San Fransico.

          And we arrived home, we meet tye reborn self of Sailor Saturn who happen be my younger half sister in our last life, she is a legacy like us being the daughter of Koichi Kimura the son of Ares and Legacy of Pluto. He happenb to be a different Digidestin, he is a Warrior Digidestin.

We become friends with her. Serenity & Minako Grace both dream of become a famous Actress and Singer like their mother Diana Grace. Since they have godly blood in this life they inhearte their frandfather’s power as a legacy of Jupitor and Apollo.

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

This was such a fun bingo to participate in, especially since I’m the type that loves to bring ALL the ships to the party. And it was super awesome to give some love to ships that I think deserve way more. So many thanks to @marvelpolyshipbingo for putting this on!

As with other bingos I’ve done, there are few prompts I’d still like to finish, but no promises on when that will happen. XD (If you are curious about such updates, keep an eye on this series.)

Game Night (AO3 / Tumblr) T/Teen (*for alcohol use); Maria/Steve/Sam/Natasha; Moodboard; Board Games Monthly game night has two hard-and-fast rules...

Cause the Free Wind is Blowing (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General; Peggy/Angie/Jason; Moodboard; Road Trip After months of letters and too many long distance calls, Peggy and Jason decide to take a cross country road trip to see Angie and take her back to California where she belongs.

In This Life of Sin (AO3 / Tumblr) T/Teen (*for implied violence); Scott/Maggie/Jim; Moodboard; Cops/Robbers Falling for the couple was never part of the plan.

A Peace the Early Brings (AO3 / Tumblr)  T/Teen (*for implied sexual content); Clint/Laura/Natasha; Fic/Moodboard; Breakfast in Bed In her more unguarded moments, Natasha wished it could always be like this.

The Way We Communicate (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General; Steve/Wanda/Darcy; Moodboard; Communication Showing love through words, touches, and acts.

Call Me An Amenity T/Teen (*for implied sexual content); Steve/Scott/Sam; Fic; Only One Bed  How was Scott supposed to sleep beside or, God, between them and not wish…

Star Crossing Lovers (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General; Steve/Scott/Hope, Scott/Quill, Hope/Carol, Steve/Thor; Moodboard; Constellation/Free Space So, okay, none of them planned for their other partners to be super-superpowered and constantly traveling the vastness of space, but that wasn’t gonna stop Scott from making puns about it every chance he got.

[nightwingshero]

Psst Jo, “ i’m so , so sorry . you didn’t deserve that . ” from that sentence list for Wren and John cause .... listen i just like angst a lot :')

Angy, I LOVE angst!!! Thank you, bby!!! I’m sorry if this is long! I might’ve gotten carried away. 

My heart is hammering in my chest, a drum that’s playing in my head as my ears ring. It drowns out the sound of my heavy breathing, but I can still hear his words clear as day, even though he’s no longer speaking. He is sunken into himself, sitting on the couch with his shoulders sagged. It’s odd, in a way, as he leans with his elbows on his knees. It’s as if he’s curling up into a ball, like I imagined him doing as a child in the kitchen.

I hate myself because I hadn’t taken it seriously, the things he had said in his bunker. Could anyone ever blame me? John had always struck me as someone that would say, or do, whatever they needed to get what they wanted. And I thought that had been no different. I hadn’t expected it to be so damn real.

Taking a step around the couch, I tremble. The fight has left me completely and the warmth from the fireplace is coaxing me to come closer, telling me to embrace him in it’s warmth because it was safe. Imagine that, fire claiming to be safe. And, I suppose, I could see the haunted parallel because hadn’t John promised the same? Had he not promised safety and peace in his loving arms to those who confessed? His blood stained hands and sharp knife could never match the charming smile and beautiful blue eyes he would shine your way.

John hadn’t expected my Confession. Not the nature of it, anyway. I almost want to laugh, to tell him it was him that named me so proudly as Wrath. Perhaps he hadn’t expected mine to match his own in this way. But it’s clear to me now why its such a sin. The things coming out of our mouths...it was as if our own personal demons had manifested, dark souls possessing us as if we were just mere puppets at their will. My lashing out, telling him he couldn’t possibly understand what I had to endure, how I felt or what it was like living with a man like my father, and how dare he dig any further for more. 

John didn’t know what pain felt like.

And while I thought I knew of John’s pride, his absolute wrath of being scorned, I never thought I would see the wrath of him being hurt. It was as if my tongue had taken place of his knife, his bleeding heart gushing and pumping out for all to see as his own words hurled and created their own wounds against me. 

It’s then I notice his shoulders shake a bit, and I am appalled to realize that I had made the Baptist cry. He was crying, sitting before me, and I see him. Finally, I see him as who or what he is, and it’s my heart that’s bleeding in tune to his. I let out a silent, strangled gasp, because my chest is being torn to pieces at the sight of him and I can no longer stand it. 

My hands go to his shoulders as I sit next to him, and I can feel him tense only slightly at my touch. I move my hand up and down his back as the other squeezes his shoulder. 

“John.”

He says nothing, but his shoulder shake harder as another sob escapes, the smallest of whimpers escaping. I feel the lump in my throat forming thickly, and I swear it will be the death of me, and I welcome it. It’s what I deserve.

“I’m sorry.” I try again, but he remains silent. But I can’t withstand his silence any longer, desperation making it harder for me to breathe. My own pain is in need of comfort and John is suddenly the warmest and beautiful thing I can see.

I reached out, cradling his face in my hands, and my tears mirror his own as I gently run my fingers through his bears. “John, I’m so, so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” I sob and his hands find my arms. “Nobody deserves that, and I am so sorry that I...just, please.”

There’s no explanation, no indication or spoken word in reference to what I’m begging for, what I need from him. But the thing with John is that we always seemed to move in sync, our moves on the chessboard so equal, and there’s always an understanding. A deep fear that, until now, I refused to acknowledge.

But it explains how he knew what I wanted. That without a word from either of us, I’m pulling his head against my chest and his arms are wrapping around me as we lay back against the warm leather, his body on top of mine. I try to ignore the fact that he fits perfectly between my hips and that his warmth provides me more warmth and safety than the dancing fire could ever promise. Instead, we take comfort and make home in the tears we shed for each other. waiting for the aftermath of our actions to hit us in the best way. 

[idhrenniel]

Marriage and Secret Pleasures | Johnny Dogs

➴ Summary: @angelaiswriting said: Hello, my Claudia! Since your requests are open, I'm going to ask for some 👀 Johnny Dogs 👀 story since I'm pure trash for him. I would like – if it's okay and you're inspired – some pre-PB stuff where Y/N (read as, this bitch) and Johnny get married and it's their wedding night. And honestly? I'm conflicted between it being a steamy, kinky smut or a more light-hearted and funny one, so I'm leaving this up to you.

➴ Pairing: Johnny Dogs / fem!reader (3rd POV).

➴ Warnings: +18. Smut, smut and more smut. BDSM. Anal sex. Oral sex.

➴ Wordcount: 2.2K

➴ Tagged: @angelaiswriting

➴ Author Note: Right so, I promise I write a lot more than stuff but Angie and I are HORNY and this is the outcome.

Their wedding was a traditional romani one; their families had gathered together and, despite not liking each other at all, had avoided fighting, danced like there was no tomorrow and drank until their bodies had hit the ground - then had drank a lot more.

It was well into the night when (Y/N) and Johnny retired to their home. He opened the door for her, helping her take the veil off at the entrance. The door closed behind them and she heard him lock it. She let out a sigh, taking in the peace that was her home. Johnny hugged her from behind, kissing her temple, his hands wandering her figure, stopping in between her legs. He didn’t press, or move, or teased, but the mere contact was enough for her to be set on fire. She turned around, helping him take off his jacket. He was smiling like an idiot, looking at her as if she was a goddess and not a regular woman - but she wasn’t regular, not to him. As he started to unbutton his vest and shirt, she ran upstairs and into their bedroom, laughing. In a moment he was following close behind, never letting her get too far.

Johnny kissed her, his hand deep buried in her loose hair. She worked on his trousers, pushing them down with her leg. Johnny turned her around and tore her dress apart- oh, he would regret that one, then helped her out of it. She kicked it somewhere in the room, she could be worried about that tomorrow. More important things at hand- his cock, for starters. Johnny moaned against her neck, his lips roaming the exposed skin. She pumped his cock up and down, her thumb moving against the head and wetting his length with precum. He grabbed her hips, pushing her against him; his cock grazed her clit with the sudden movement and it was her turn to let out a shameless moan. He chuckled against her mouth.

(Y/N) got comfortable in the bed, laying on her back as her Johnny crawled above her. He brushed her hair behind her ear, admiring her for a long moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. She didn’t cover her blushing face, let him saw her in her most vulnerable state. He loved her and she loved him. “So, so beautiful.”

She gasped, his hand was between her legs and pressed against her entrance. He used his thumb to rub her clit in circles. A familiar warmth descended from her abdomen towards her pussy, wetting it. He gave her a cocky smile, introducing one finger in her and teasing as he stopped all his movements, standing still.

(Y/N) slapped his chest. “Don’t do that!” She whined, pushing her hips up to cause some needed friction. Johnny laughed, shaking his head and resuming his work.

His fingers worked like a magic wand in her; his thumb was picking up the pace as the finger that was inside was pumped in and out. She was a moaning mess under him and he made sure to look at her the entire time, wanting to remember up to the last second of it. Her hand moved downwards to grab his cock but he stopped her. “You first, angel. The night is long.” Johnny made it sound like a promise, she laid back and let him do what he wanted, moaning, screaming his name into the silence of the night. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. Her skin was covered in sweat, her chest moving up and down with her fast breaths - she was sure her heart was threatening to explode. Oh, could she be like that forever? The picture of him above her, so focused on her pleasure. It was heaven-like.

Johnny leaned in to once again press their lips together, his hand picking up the pace until it was hard for her to breath and she had to break the kiss. Her hands scratched his chest in a vain attempt to control herself as her back arched and her abdomen tightened. She could feel the stars in the dark ceiling of her room thanks to the magic Johnny worked on her. She felt him going down, kissing her skin until his face was against her clit and he replaced his thumb with his mouth. (Y/N) grabbed his hair, closing her legs around his head. Johnny didn’t stop for one single second: three fingers going in and out of her, his tongue licking at her clit, rolling it in circles and adding pressure when he felt it was needed. He wanted her to come undone under him and on God, he was going to make her do it. She kept chanting his name, he looked up to see she was fondling her breast with her free hand and couldn’t help but tug at her clit to catch her attention. She looked at him, smiling, as he kept on working. Johnny wanted her to watch, as he liked to watch her. She wasn’t complaining, she liked it as well. He murmured words against her wet muscle, flexing his fingers to hit the spots that made her the weakest. She was so close, she could feel her abdomen tightening, a feeling she adored. Her legs tightened as well around Johnny’s head and with her free hand she scratched her own chest, cumming seconds after her nail pressed against her sensitive nipple. No longer being able to speak, she let out a silent scream and tears running down her face and into her hair. Johnny kept on licking her, softer this time,he had taken out his fingers from inside her to give her a short rest. She winced because the overstimulation, however he didn’t stop. It was his turn and he wanted her to be prepared.

He kneeled in the bed in front of her. “Be a good girl for me now, huh?” She nodded, but that wasn’t the answer he wanted. Johnny wanted to be sure, one hundred percent, that she was alright with their encounters- just because she was his wife didn’t give him the right to force her to do things she wasn’t comfortable with. However, it was difficult for her to speak.

She answered with a gasp. “Yes, sir. A good girl.”

Johnny smiled, caressing her thighs. “Good, now open that mouth, I want to fuck it.”

She licked her lips before doing as she was told, eager to have his fat cock on her mouth. He hovered over her, one leg at each side of her head as he lowered himself, making sure he wasn’t putting too much weight on her. Her mouth felt like a hot bath: he was just tip-far in but she was sucking like his semen was the last drop of water on Earth. Johnny laughed, petting her hair as he started to thrust in and out. He threw his head back in pleasure, sighing. (Y/N) hadn’t been told to, but she wanted to be good for him, so good… her hands found his balls and she fondled them. Johnny looked down with a frown, but the sight of her watery eyes and flushed face was enough for him to allow her to continue, fucking her mouth faster than before. His voice was deep as he spoke. “You like that, huh? You like to be a cum bag for me. Such a shameless whore.” She moaned, tip of his cock against her throat. Johnny could be a completely different person in bed, he loved to take control and shame her - and she loved to be called names and have her hair pulled. He had once spit on her mouth and it almost made her cum. His aggressiveness when it came to sex made her knees weaken in the less convenient of times (and places). It was their secret pleasure.

“You’re going to swallow it all, understood?” She nodded as she could, preparing her throat.

Johnny’s thrust became faster and less controlled. It was his time to sweat and curse. He had to grab her hair to steady himself, his other hand against the wall in front of him. His cock made a beautiful sound everytime it left her mouth, and he made an even more beautiful one when it entered it again. His balls - that she was still touching, were getting bigger as his climax approached. It didn’t take more than two more thrusts when he filled her mouth with his hot, white seed. She swallowed as much as she could, but some escaped her mouth and ran down the sides of her lips. Johnny took a moment to relax before he moved, now kneeling next to her. He saw his cum on his face and frowned. “Did I stutter when I said swallow it all? No, I didn’t. So what’s this, slut?” He grabbed her face and brought her closer to him.

She swallowed the remains of him. “You’re so big, sir… You’re cock makes it impossible to swallow all of it, sir.” Her voice sounded innocent and apogelotic, something she was faking for the encounter. Being someone else turned her own so much.

Johnny shook his head. “This deserves a punishment. On all fours, head against the pillows.”

(Y/N) hid her excitement until her face was against the soft pillows, when she bit her lip to hid her smile. If she didn’t do something just as Johnny liked, he would punish her. Of course, she didn’t like to upset or disappointment, but the punishments were as good and sinful as their sex and she loved to have a taste of them from time to time. She heard Johnny leaving the bed, looking for something on the floor. From the corner of her eye she saw him grab his trousers, getting the belt from them. He rolled the side of the buckle on his fist, climbing up the bed again and moving behind her. He lost his whip the week before, so he had to improvise with what he had. She swallowed the moan that formed on her throat.

The first time the leather of the belt hit her ass, she screamed. The line between pleasure and pain could be quite thin sometimes, but she didn’t let that stop her. She let out a moan a second after, wiggling her ass in the air to encourage Johnny. She could take it: she needed it. He massaged the red stop, right before he hit her again on the other side. One, two, three, four. In between strikes, Johnny would make sure to soothe her skin with his hands, but he did not falter on his strength. If he did, then she would be upset. (Y/N) heard the belt hit the ground, then a moment after she was on her back again. Her legs against his torso as he forced them up and against her as well. He gave her a chaste kiss. “Can I?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. Then, Johnny entered her, thrusting in a fast, desperate motion from the start. His hand pressed against her throat and he was whispering in her ear.

“You’re a whore… a whore with a cunt made of gold,” he said. As filthier words left his mouth, her moans became louder, her curses more violent. His cock was stretching her out, his hand forcing the air out of her. The position was a painful one, which made the experience even more pleasuring for her. She was, indeed, a whore. A whore for him, for his cock, for all the little games he could come up with and for his punishments. And that’s how she wanted it to be. Outside the bedroom, that was a different life. This was for them to live and know. “I’m going to cum inside this cunt and I want you to tell me how it feels.” Johnny cummed a moment after, still thrusting like a maniac.

She moaned, throwing her head back. She tried, but couldn’t arch her back. “So good, sir. Oh fuck, it feels so good. Your hot seed, deep inside me. Give me more, please please, cum inside me again. I want to feel full, sir!” She begged, almost sobbing.

Johnny laughed: low and raspy and dirty. “You’re right I’m going to cum again, and again, and again, until the sun enters through that fucking window. And do you know what I’m going to do then?” She shook her head. “I’m going to put you against it, for all those bastards to see, and I’m going to fuck you again.” Johnny pressed their lips together, feeling her smiling against his mouth. He began rubbing her clit so she would cum as well, always making sure that it was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. Her walls clenched around his cock as she did so. He turned her around, chest pressed against the bed, then grabbed her hips and forced her ass up. Johnny moved until the head of his cock was against her anus. “You ready?”

(Y/N) looked over her shoulder, smiling. “Yes, sir.”

It was going to be a fucking long night.

[kathyprior4200]

My Little Hazbins: Redemption is Magic!

Art by CHLane123

DEDICATED TO MAGICTRIX COSPLAY AND BLACK GRYPH0N

In Tartarus, the black alicorn Archangels sent by Princess Celestia had finished imprisoning several demon ponies and monsters. Those unfortunate enough to be imprisoned would be sitting around in cages day after day, with no hope of escape. Tartarus was filled with dragons, manticores, hydras, shadow ponies, and a wide array of villains. The three-headed dog Cerberus guarded the entrance. The only view of the outside world was the occasional glimpse of the sky and Ponyville when the heavy doors of Tartarus opened and closed.

 One pony princess walked sadly on a balcony of the Trottin’ Hotel. Her name was Charlie Mane, the pony princess of Tartarus. Her coat was white and she had red blushes on her cheeks. Her mane of hair was long, curly, and blonde, as was her tail. The front part of her was covered by a pink tuxedo suit with a black bow tie. Using her white unicorn horn, she sent bursts of fireworks into the darkness, which seemed to wake up the other demonic ponies and monsters down below. On her flank was her cutie mark, a red apple in a heart shape with a pentagram in the center.

 Tears flowing down her eyes, she began to sing out loud:

 “At the end of the rainbow, there’s happiness

And to find it, how often I’ve tried

But my life is a race

Just a wild horse chase

And my dreams have all been denied”

 “A ray of hope in this world of black

I wish the world to be free of sin

But no matter hard I try

I can’t get by

I never seem to win”

  “Why have I always been a failure?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me”

 “I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching Cloudsdale drifting by

My schemes are just like all my dreams

Ending in the sky”

 “Some ponies look and find the sunshine

I always look and find the rain

Some ponies make a winning sometimes

I never even make the game

Believe me”

 “Will this world be a better place?

Or will loss never go away?

The choices I face, me, a disgrace

Loss of hope here to stay”

  “I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky”

  “I’m always chasing rainbows

Waiting to find Rainbow Dash and friends

In vain.”

  Not too far away from Charlie’s location, a slender female pony wearing a black dress, opened up red curtains and watched the fireworks in the sky. Toward the back was a slender black pony wearing a black top hat with a skull on it. His face was stormy gray and his two large eyes were yellow. He casually sipped from a red goblet, using his hoof. Behind him was a shadowy figure of a tall cyclops pony…and the white alicorn Lucifer sitting on a chair, holding his cane.

 At Valentino’s Porn Studios, a demon unicorn pony named Vox posed for a selfie, his cutie mark a TV, his head dark blue with a small black top hat. He wore a large red bow-tie. A short earth pony with wild hair sat next to him, smiling and typing into her phone. Valentino, the owner, lounged in a chair, wearing heart-shaped glasses, a red robe and displaying sharp teeth. His coat was light blue-gray, his black mane slicked back. His cutie mark was a bag of money with a silhouette of a naked mare in a pose. He tapped his hoof impatiently as he glanced down at texts.

 Valentino: Did you get my bits, Angie baby?

Angel Dust: I’m wittha John now. I don’t get why this needed to happen so soon after the imprisoning tho. Boss.

Valentino: Just do it. No sass. K sugar.

Angel Dust: Yes, Val.

 Down below, a dark pony with a mane of hair proudly took a discarded weapon into her mouth and left to sell it on the black market. The harpoon weapon could stun any pony, leaving them open for imprisonment, or even death to the more sinister folk. An emotionless pony wearing a lab coat and red glasses, wrote on a clipboard, her pen in her mouth. Rosie, an Earth pony wearing a large fancy pink hat with pony skulls on it, crossed out Franklin’s name on the “Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium” sign. Rosie grinned as Franklin was mauled by dark hydras.

  TURF WARS

 The time on the grand clock read 5:07, and down below, the next patrol would occur in 365 days. A small blue pony fell down to the ground with a yell, a cloud of dust rising in the air. The pony had six dark blue hooves and large red eyes. He touched his face and body, clearly relieved.

“Oh, I’m alive. I’m alive!” he exclaimed.

Immediately, he was run over by a speeding car, exploding in a flash of blood.

The car stopped on a road, where a Jackpot Hotel and Casino stood in the background.

A tall, white demon pony hopped out of the car and rested his hoof on the top of the door. He slicked back the hair on his head with one of his pink gloved hooves. Being a pony with spider-like features, he had multiple hooves, six in total. He wore a black bow tie, tall stiletto boots, and a shirt with pink and white stripes. His large irises were pink, the sclera in his left eye dark instead of white. Pink dots resembling small eyes were lined up below his eyes. His right eye had black schlera, his left eye white, both with pink pupils. His tail was furry and white like his mane of hair. On his bare flank, a cutie mark of a heart and a bag of white slugs was displayed.

 “Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff,” said the driver.

The white pony closed the door. “Yeah, yeah, listen. Keep this discreet, hear me? I can’t let it get out I’m offering my services to rando ponies on the street. It was a quick cash grab, ya got that?”

Travis, the dark black pony scoffed. He wore a black hat and both his eyes were red. One eye had black sclera. His fur coat was messy and his cutie mark was an owl with red eyes.

“Whatever you say, butt!” he mocked with a laugh.

The white pony cupped his face dramatically. “Ouch, ooh, such an insult!”

Travis stared nervously, a small heart in his left eye.

The white pony leaned in, showing a mouth full of fangs. “Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me, you sack of poorly packed horse spit!”

He poked Travis in the face with one hoof, and grabbed his collar by one of his other hooves.

“Tell the missus I said hi,” he added before giving Travis a quick kiss.

“Pack of poor…” Travis muttered, rolling up his window and speeding off. The car squealed and flipped over on its side in the air, falling with a loud crash.

 The white pony glanced over at a nearby store. A sign advertising a casino with a pack of cards on the front read, “Casino: just a few wins away.” Beside an elevator, was a fridge with an upside down cross on the front. A vending machine with the word “drugs” on it in white letters, caught the pony’s attention. Giddy with excitement, he trotted over and glanced down at the options:

 Coke

Bojack

McWeedies420

Squip

Hero-in

Krunchy Krokodil

Angel Dust

  The pony pressed “Angel Dust” and a white sack of drugs fell to the bottom. With a greedy smile, he took it in his hoof. Coincidentally, Angel Dust was also his name.

With a yoink, a small gray pony snatched the bag from Angel’s hooves with his mouth.

“Hey!” Angel called angrily.

“Up yours, drag show!” he taunted, before being crushed to death by a boulder.

“Oh my god!” Angel cried in terror, racing to the scene.

But it wasn’t the fallen thief he was concerned about.

“My drugs! Damn it!” he cursed, picking up a piece of the sack.

  Overhead were neon signs on top of buildings. One in yellow letters read “Begg Clop” and another one in teal: “I couldn’t think of a pun for our shop but we sell hard drugs!”

  Angel turned around and spotted a flying metal aircraft, which was firing lasers at buildings. It looked like an industrial rocket ship made with gears and a steampunk style to it. A metal hook hung from the bottom of it. The lasers struck the buildings, which caused bright pink explosions to fill the air.

From inside the ship, a dark gray Pegasus stood high above over the controls, laughing manically. Down below, his deviled egg colt minions stood and watched. Each of them wore black top hats and pinstriped round clothing, and the scurried around on all fours. They were called Egg Colts.

The room had deep purple walls, cabinets for the minions and decorations of their leader along the wall.

The overlord was Sir. Stallionus. He wore a gray coat with yellow vertical stripes down the front. He wore a top hat with a moving pink eye and a grinning mouth of fangs. He sprouted a demonic grin of his own, his teeth sharp. His coat was dark gray and his cutie mark was a black snake. His gray wings opened up to reveal pink eyes against yellow skin flaps. His mane of hair and tail were long and black.

 Up on the platform, he oriented two levers in his hooves, the control button in the center displaying a pentagram design.

“Those other cowardly sinners dare not hinder my territorial takeover! A wise decision. The power of my machines are unmatched! No pony else can compare to the likes of I!”

One egg minion with #23 on his back added, “Gee that was pretty swell boss!”

“Yeah!” another chimed in: #666.

“You really showed them what for!” called a third.

Another minion teasingly ran his hoof up the overlord’s back. “I like it when you shot them with your ray gun…”

Sir Stallionous punched a minion out the window and whirled around in anger. The other minions backed up. “I wish he’d shoot me with his ray gun,” a minion whispered, head lowered.

Sir Stallionous rolled his eyes at his masochist minions. He turned back to the controls and grinned. Pentagram circles revealed the areas he had taken over and the other territories ahead. “At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of Tartarus Town by day’s end!”

He laughed and bragged some more. “And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering, will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!”

As to prove his point, he grabbed a minion in his hoof and tightly squeezed him.

Another minion blew a noisemaker and then popped open a blue bottle of a brown drink. The overlord threw the minion across the room as the eggs celebrated down below.

“Tartarus will be mine,” he declared, “and everybody will know the name of Sir …”

“Edgelord!” yelled a voice.

“Pardon?!” Sir Stallionous shot back in shock. “Who said that?!”

He leaned in close to two of his minions, not pleased.

“What did you just say to me, you fried hay-eating chicken fetuses?!”

The minions shook in fear.

“Speak up!” he hissed.

“It wasn’t us, mister boss sir!” said a minion.

 Just then, an object shot through the glass at the front, creating a small hole. A small pink bomb with a black horseshoe on the front, landed on the floor. Sir Stallionous observed it for a moment…the bomb looked like a cherry…which could only mean…

The bomb exploded, covering the room in sparkles and thick red smoke.

Sir Stallionous coughed and swiped some of the smoke away.

“You looking for a fight, old Equine?” a female voice challenged.

Sir Stallionous spotted his rival standing proud and casually catching another bomb in her hoof: Cherry Bomb.

She towered tall in pink high heel boots on her four hooves, ripped black jeans along her legs, a pink crop top with an x on the front. She also had white wings with black specks on them. She had a long strawberry blonde mane and tail, a single pink eye with an x that took up most of her white face…a grin of sharp teeth…it was her alright. Her cutie mark was a cherry.

“Why don’t you get that tinker toy horsespit off my turf before I smash it…” she declared before catching her bomb in her wing. A random barbell of metal crashed into the floor close to Cherri Bomb.

“…more.”

“Oh, you wanna go, missy?” Sir Stallionus retorted. He flicked his mane back before opening it. Well, I’m happy to oblige!”

He let out another evil laugh as his minions closed in, holding stun guns in their mouths, which crackled with yellow electricity.

But Cherri Bomb wasn’t scared. With graceful leaps, she avoided the blasts and threw down another bomb. She used the cover to escape, jumping down and swinging once from the anchor at the bottom of the flying craft. Landing gracefully on the ground, she continued her assault from below.

“Catch me if you can, pony boy!”

“Get her!” he bellowed through the red smoke, the eggs quickly running around in a frenzy.

 The minions jumped to the ground after her, the overlord following suit. Cherri Bomb dodged a blast, grinned and picked up the minion egg in her mouth. She spun around and threw the minion straight into Sir Stallionous’ face. He threw the egg back at her, and she caught it with one hoof.

“Thanks for the gift!” she called out, before cracking the egg open with an evil grin. She placed a bomb into it, then threw it back at him...straight to his face. Sir Stallionous could only make a face of surprise before the egg blew up in pink smoke.

“Why you little…”

Cherri Bomb ducked as another egg pony sailed over her head.

 Just then, a familiar white pony stomped on an egg minion and threw a grenade in the distance.

“Angel Dust!” called Cherri Bomb, happy to have her partner in crime arrive.

“Great to see you too, sweetie!” he teased.

Another pink explosion filled the air as the fight continued.

“Hey, thanks for the backup, Angie!” Cherri Bomb said as she fired a flaming red arrow with a large gun over toward Sir Stallionous.

Angel Dust laughed, leaning against volcanic rock as cover. He threw a grenade over his head with a hoof.

“You kiddin’? This is the best action I’ve seen in ages!”

A pink explosion rocked the streets.

“Where have you been anyway?” she asked. “I thought you up and gone away or some spit.”

“I wish,” he remarked as he lit another fuse and handed the bomb to his ally. She threw it forward, then ducked behind the rock next to Angel.

Angel continued, “I’ve been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some boards are lettin’ me stay rent-free if I play nice.” They covered their ears.

A column of green smoke rose into the air with a fiery whoosh. The duo leaped over the rock and charged at the army of egg minions on all fours. Using four hooves, Angel Dust fired rapidly from a gun at the minions, making some of them explode.

He sighed, and used one of his hooves to gesture. “Y’know, no fights, no pranks, no “problematic language.” Her words, not mine.”

He tripped an unsuspecting minion, sending him into the air and exploding in a yellow yok mess. He waved a spiked club and continued firing his gun.

“These naysayers are no fun!” Angel complained in frustration. Splatters of yok landed on his head and face. “I’ve been clean for two weeks!”

“Holy spit!” Cherri Bomb yelled after avoiding a green explosion and leaping into the air.

Angel scooped up yok with his hoof. “Well, sorta clean.” He smashed apart another egg minion with his club. “As clean as you can get with a spitload of powder shipped down from Las Pegasus.”

Angel’s shadowy silhouette displayed sharp fangs, and pony ears as Cherri posed in the background, one of her boots missing. A sign read “50% off meth” above a small super market.

A black chain wrapped tightly around Angel’s waist sending him flying backwards. Cherri Bomb gasped as her ally was pulled away. Sir Stallionous threw the chained Angel Dust hard onto the ground a distance away. He landed with a thud against volcanic rock.

“Oh, harder daddy!” Angel teased with a wide smirk.

Sir Stallionous gasped, eyes tearing up. “Son?!”

Angel Dust stared blankly, one eye raised, a look of disbelief on his face.

Cherri Bomb rushed into action, landing a sharp kick to Sir Stallionous’ back. The villain landed on the ground, then neighed threateningly.

“You bores have no class!” he exclaimed. “In war, the side remembered is the side with the most…style.” He straightened his black bowtie with a spring.

Cherri Bomb broke open an egg and smashed the robotic egg pony on the ground. Angel stood up, freeing himself from the chains.

“Or the side that ain’t dead,” she added.

“Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something’?

Sir Stallionous huffed. “Oh, well, that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?”

Angel continued, “Would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

He and Cherri burst into laughter. Even a pink “loser” sign pointed at the oblivious villain. “Ooooh,” said a minion near him. “One hellish burn.”

“I’m going to blow you to bits!” Sir Stallionous yelled, pointing at them with a dark hoof.

“Hmm! Kinky!” Angel teased.

An advertisement displaying a plate of, sausage, eggs and a tomato slice stood halfway buried in the ground. A glowing pink sign pointing down read “flank.” Another yellow sign read, “Clop here.”

“I’m not like that! Pervert!” yelled the villain. Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust held in laughter.

Angel suddenly pushed Cherri Bomb out of the way, as an egg pony shot tendrils of claws from behind them. The claws had eyes in the center and grabbed onto Angel’s four hooves. He struggled to free himself, the cords stretching.

Sir Stallionous chuckled. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

“Y’know, you really need to watch what’s coming out of your mouth,” Angel remarked. “Cocky…cumming, you get it?”

The villain didn’t respond.

Angel sighed. “I’ve been making these sex jokes the whole time!”

A drill poked out from the ground, Angel avoiding it. A minion held a drill in his small hooves at Angel. Two extra hooves popped out from Angel’s body, holding his rifle.

“And it’s obvious you ain’t catching on.”

He cocked his gun. “I mean, it’s just sad!”

He jumped into the air, freeing himself and firing the gun. The laser hit Sir Stallionous, and his gray top hat fell off.

Cherri Bomb popped up next to Angel. “So, think you’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for this?”

“Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?” He shrugged and retracted his extra hooves. Sir Stallionus lay fuming on the ground.

More egg minions scrambled over to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the scene. Egg shells, wires, and yok puddles littered the cracked street.

Cherri Bomb playfully elbowed Angel. “Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite guy to party with!”

“You know it, sugar bits,” Angel replied.

“You ready to finish this?” she asked. She rolled a bomb from one of her wings to her other wing and back into her mouth.

Angel cocked his gun again. “Born ready, baby!”

The duo charged at Sir Stallionous. Everyone yelled. More egg minions fell and Sir Stallionous realized he was running out fast.

 After several more minutes of battle, Sir Stallionus and his remaining minions retreated back to his ship. “This isn’t over, naysayers!” he declared at his enemies. “I’ll have my revenge!” The ship hatch closed. The egg minions steered the ship and it rose into the air, almost sending the overlord flying out of the craft. He tossed out more minions in response before taking the controls and flying the craft away.

Angel and Cherri Bomb bro-hoofed with their hooves.

“See you around,” she said.

“Until the next brawl,” said Angel.

Cherri Bomb waved goodbye and blasted music from an Eye Pod (a device made from an actual moving eye. “Hello, daddy. Hello mom. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world! I’m your wild filly. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!” she sang out loud. Angel Dust laughed and continued on his way.

After buying some more amino and pot from the 666 Shop, Angel met with Charlie and Vaggie in a white carriage drawn by red bat ponies. A great day indeed for the promiscuous pony.

 The Trottin’ Hotel Interview

  Transcript during the 666 News:

“BREAKING NEWS: A LARGE SCALE TURF WAR IS UNDERWAY IN TARTARUS TOWN BETWEEN SIR STALLIONOUS AND CHERRI BOMB. THE SURROUNDING AREAS ARE COVERED IN DEBRIS, SO PLEASE AVOID DOWNTOWN ON YOUR COMMUTE TODAY. TRAFFIC IS “HELLA” BACKED UP. GET IT? “HELL” BUT WITH AN “A” AT THE END? THAT’S A WORD YOUNGER PEOPLE SEEM TO ENJOY USING. I DON’T REALLY LIKE IT, THOUGH. I WROTE IT BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE THE NATURAL KIND OF PUN TO MAKE FOR THIS SITUATION, BUT NOW THAT I SEE IT IN TEXT, I FEEL LIKE IT WAS A MISTAKE, A MISTAKE I CAN’T TAKE BACK…LIKE CHEATING ON MY WIFE. I’M SO SORRY, MARTHA. I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT, BUT YOU DID GAIN A LOT OF WEIGHT AFTER THE FILLY AND I REALLY NEEDED SOME SPACE. YOU KNOW, WHAT? NO, THAT WAS A GOOD CALL. I BUCKED THE CLEANING MARE, AND THAT WAS A PRETTY NICE TIME, EVEN THOUGH SHE LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TOLD HER I COULDN’T GET OFF UNLESS SHE LICKED MY HOOF FIRST. I DON’T SEE HOW THAT’S A WEIRD REQUEST. MAYBE IF I’D JUST GET A HOOKER, SHE WOULD’VE BEEN MORE AGREEABLE. THE POINT IS, MY WIFE IS A FUCKING SNITCH. ONE TIME, WE WENT TO THE ZOO AND I GOT REALLY MAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE ORANGUTAN WAS MAKING FUN OF ME. HE KEPT DOING THAT STUPID DUCK LIP FACE? THEIR LIPS ALL PUCKERED? THEN IT STARTED SCREAMING, AND THAT REALLY PISSED ME OFF. MY WIFE TOLD ME IT WAS JUST A MONKEY, AND TO “CALM DOWN.”

 A neon logo appeared on the screen, displaying “666 News” in a circle with a neon eye underneath. The names of the news cast appeared on the bottom of the screen.

A skeletal mare with short blonde hair and a large toothy grin was wearing a pink dress and a pearl necklace. Sitting at the other chair, dressed in a blue business suit was a pony with a gray gas mask for his face along with short white hair. They were live on the air.

 “Good afternoon every pony!” said the mare. “I’m Katie Killjoy.”

“And I’m Tom Trench,” said the stallion. “Chaos at Tartarus Town today as a turf war is raging on the west side between notable king Sir Stallinous and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse Cherri Bomb!”

Two pictures surrounded by flame borders showed Sir Stallionus wearing a yellow “music band” shirt, and wearing his top hat as a baseball cap with a dopey expression on his face. The other picture showed Cherri Bomb standing under glittering spotlights.

“That’s right Tom!” Katie added. “After the recent imprisoning, many areas are now up for grabs! Creatures all over Tartarus are already duking it out to gain new territory!”

The clips showed Sir Stallinous fighting Cherri Bomb with his egg minions. Hydras fought manticores, minotaurs, and ogres growled at each other.

“Those two seem to really be going at it, huh? Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!” Katie popped a tooth and a nail into her mouth.

“And I’d sure like to nail her hot spot!” Tom Trench said with a chuckle.

Katie giggled forcefully. “You are a limp prick jackass, Tom. Or should I say…”

Adding insult and injury, she poured her hot coffee over his crotch…

“No wiener havor.”

“Augh! Not again!” he groaned.

Another picture surrounded by a border of flames displayed Charlie with the letters “Princess of Tartarus” next to it.

Katie continued. “Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Tartarus’ own head honcho, who’s here to discuss her brand new passion-project!”

Tom Trench winced in pain on the desk.

“All that and more after the break!”

She broke her mug in her hoof, and turned to Tom Trench. “Suck it up you little bi…”

The TV went off air, displaying Katie’s mouth, pointed ears and eyes, colored bars and “off air” with a pentagram in the “O”.

  Inside the break room, Vaggie adjusted Charlie’s black bowtie with her hoof. Nearby, a red tinted sign said that smoking was, indeed, allowed. Another sign read “on air,” in large letters. Vaggie was a light gray pony, who wore stripped leggings over her hooves, a white crop top on her front half and a pink x over her left eye. Her mane and tail was long and white, looking like the wings of a moth. Her cutie mark was two harpoons in a cross shape.

“Okay, you remember what to say?” Vaggie asked.

Charlie took a deep breath, enthusiasm in her voice. “Yes! Let’s do this!”

Vaggie put a comforting hoof on her shoulder. She signaled with her hoof for her to pay attention. “Just, look at me and I’ll mouth it to you.”

Charlie sighed. “Come on, Vaggie! I know what to say!”

She walked on all fours over to the pitcher of red punch. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”

She tossed a donut aside before gasping.

“Oh! What if I…”

“Sing a song about it?” Vaggie finished.

“You knew I was gonna say that.” She gently touched her friend’s nose with her own.

Vaggie adjusted Charlie’s bowtie again with her mouth. “Because I know you. But please don’t sing. This is serious.”

Charlie stomped her white hoof and briefly winked. “Well, you know, I’m better at expressing myself through song!” She stood on the table and arched her hoof dramatically. Down below, Charlie’s doll Pegasus ponies Razzle and Dazzle chewed on donuts.

“But life isn’t a musical, hon,” Vaggie reminded her.

“Fine,” Charlie said with a slump. Then she brightened again.

“But I do have these other ideas of what to say.”

She got off the table and, using her magic, pulled out a piece of paper, hopping excitedly. The paper hovered in the air by pink sparkly magic. “The highlighted bits are my favorite parts!”

Vaggie took the paper and scanned it in disbelief. “Uh, it’s all highlighted. Is this a drawing?”

“Yes!” Charlie answered. She pointed to her picture. It showed a list that read: “4, unicorn kisses,” “5, dolphin high-fives?” and “6, sing show tunes = happy ending!” She drew stick figures of ponies and monsters standing on clouds under a rainbow with a sun and red hearts with faces on them. A castle was also in the background.

“That’s the happy ending, see? Everyone’s smiling and happy in Canterlot and Ponyville!”

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” Vaggie stated. She then begged her: “Just please follow the talking points we went over.”

She pulled Charlie close and stared her directly in the eyes. “And do. Not. Sing.”

Charlie sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” Then she trotted over and spoke in an accent. “I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improve skills.” She gave a salute, several moves of her head and went outside.

Vaggie somehow knew that this would not be going well.

Charlie walked over to Katie Killjoy, who posed in her red dress, smoking a cigarette.

“Hi! I’m Charlie Mane.”

She waved and held out her hoof.

“Katie Killjoy,” the mare deadpanned before blowing out smoke and snapping her cigarette. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie. You can put that away,” she regarded Charlie’s hoof. “I don’t touch the gays. I have standards.”

“Yeah?” Charlie asked nervously, looking at a big flashing sign that read “Tartarus’ #1 News!” “How’s uh…how’s that working for ya?”

“Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short,” Katie cut in. She invasively tapped Charlie’s chest and nose with her hoof. “We’re not here because we wanted you here. You’re here because Jeffry couldn’t make it for his cannibal cooking segment.”

Katie mentioned to a billboard that showed a tall stallion with glasses, short blonde hair with a white chef’s hat, a red apron, red suit, red horns, and a red devil’s tail. He held a platter of rotten hay and a horse head in his hands. Above it read “It’s Dahn Good! Cooking show: Guarantee Cannibalicious!” “Who approved this show?” was written on a sticky note tapped to the corner of the advertisement. Tom Trench shook his head in his seat.

Katie fluffed her blonde mane, swayed her flank, and continued: “You might be some royal bigshot, but that doesn’t mean spit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying buck about what some tux-wearing pony “princess” wants to advertise.”

“But I…” Charlie began.

“So don’t get cute with me, honey,” she warned, getting into Charlie’s face, “Or I will bucking bury you!”

“And we’re live!” said a voice.

Katie rushed back into her seat with a bony crack of her neck.

“Welcome back!”

Charlie sat in a chair next to her.

“So, Charlotte…”

“It’s Charlie,” she squeaked.

“Whatever,” Katie dismissed. She took a frustrated breath and clicked her red pen in her hoof. “Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!”

“Well…” Charlie cleared her throat. She looked nervously at the monstrous crew in front of her. Vaggie encouraged her to go on.

Charlie took a deep breath.

“As most of you know, I was born here in Tartarus, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me.”

Katie clicked her pen impatiently. She spotted a green caterpillar and stabbed it with her pen with a predatory grin. Ink splattered on Charlie’s face and around the area.

Charlie continued, wiping off the dark pink ink from her face: “Tartarus is my home and you are my subjects. We…”

Vaggie waved with a smile.

“…we just went through another imprisoning. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my subjects being locked up every year. And no one is even given a chance!”

Charlie banged her hoof on the desk, waking Katie from a bored drooling daze.

Charlie made her way forward. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence and punishment! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation and crime here in Tartarus? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through…redemption?”

Charlie pulled a buff red pony into a side hug. “Well, I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve!” She ran back to the desk.

“Fillies and gentlecolts, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!”

 The audience stared in stunned silence.

 A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of dozens of TVs inside.

In a bar, dark demon ponies wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. The lead stallion wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for an arm. His colt friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a mustached villain from an old film. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like ponies sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for every pony passing through…temporarily…”

A tattooed dark blue stallion demon stood up and let out a loud laugh.

“Is this filly for real? She thinks, you hear what she thinks? She…heh, heh, heh, oh she’s nuts.” The pony walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon horse wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place work toward redemption!”

She weakly added in a Fluttershy voice, “Yay.”

 One pony leaped away as a tall shadowy figure stood in the background…

The figure stood right next to a ratted flier which read “Beware him! Do not fuck with him!” “The Radio Pony” was scrawled in white on ponies screaming and fleeing from a monster with antlers overhead. A nearby flier read, “Discord vs the Radio Pony, tonight at 7!”

The stallion smiled and tilted his head a notch as he watched the TV with curiosity and amusement. His shadow pony next to him briefly morphed into a shadowy face with antlers on top. He spotted the fliers out of the corner of his red eyes, holding in a laugh.

“Who, me? ‘Obviously’ not! I’d never put on a show and make other ponies flee to their graves.”

Just the thought of it got him excited.

 He had heard of the pony princess before, but he wasn’t expecting her to appear on TV. He certainly never heard of an idea so crazy before. Getting ponies and creatures out of Tartarus and redeeming them was even less likely than making pigs fly (which was one magic trick he could do on occasion).

When Charlie started to sing, the red eyed pony couldn’t help but tap his cloven hooves and silently hum along.

 Befriending the princess, and doing something different seemed like a good idea. He glanced over at a faraway hotel building.

He knew where he would go next.

  Back at the news station, a camera pony with blue hair and a white face looked up and scoffed, “Stupid bitch.”

Vaggie punched him hard in the face in response, causing him to fall off the chair to the ground.

Charlie stared around her, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

A light bulb went off into her head. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

Vaggie hoof palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

Charlie stomped her hoof and her bodyguard ponies appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

 Summoning the Disney princess within her, Charlie belted out her song:

  “I have a dream

I’m here to tell

About a wonderful, fantastic new hotel

In Tartarus as well

It will all be well

Catering to a specific clientele”

 Razzle and Dazzle howled along…

The tempo rapidly picked up…

 “Inside of every pony is a rainbow

Inside every sinner is a citizen, bright and silly

Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac

Is a jolly, happy cupcake-loving colt or filly”

 “We can turn around

They’ll be Equestria-bound!

With just a little time

Down at the Trottin’ Hotel!”

 “So all you junkies, freaks and weirdos

Creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, and zeroes

And the fallen superheroes, help is here!

All of you cretins, sluts and losers

Sexual deviants and boozers

And prescription drug abusers

Need not fear

Forever again

We’ll cure your sin

We’ll make you well

You’ll feel so swell

In Tartarus here, at the Trottin’ Hotel!”

  “There’ll be no more cages

And no more evil schemes

Just puppy dog kisses, and cotton candy dreams

And puffy-wuffy clouds

You’re gonna be like, wow!

Once you check in with me!”

 “So all your cartoon porn addictions

Vegan rants, psychic predictions

Ancient Roman crucifixions

End right here!”

 “All you monsters, thieves and bears

Cannibals and crying mares

Frothing mouthers full of scares

Fill with cheer!”

 “You’ll be complete!

It’ll be so neat!

Our service can’t be beat!

You’ll be on easy street! (Yes!)

Life will be sweet at the Trottin’ Hotel!

Yeah!”

  Throughout the song, Charlie imagined giving a shiny cupcake to a masked killer, holding cotton candy and a brown puppy in her hooves in the clouds…avoiding the attacks of every horror movie serial killer… (Music Logic)

She pictured throwing drugs into a bin of fire, giving shots to monsters, giving money to charity, disturbing porn additions with a bra…

Snatching a “My waifu” porn mag of out a stallion’s hooves…

Knocking over crosses…

Avoiding a scary spider pony with yellow bat wings and pink eyes all over his body…

Giving ponies big hugs…

 Charlie emerging in her horned demon form from a flaming pentagram, her horn lighting up in pink, and jumping with joy in a land full of candy, rainbows, and ice cream.

  Charlie finished with a pose on the table, front hooves in the air and panted.

The top hat pony smiled. “Wow! That was…shit!”

 The crowd burst into rancorous laughter and boos, including a blue pony made of fire in the boo section. Katie shrieked and banged her hoof on the table.

“What in the River Styx makes you think a single denizen of Tartarus would give two shits about becoming a better denizen? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want ponies and monsters to be good just…because?”

Charlie lifted up her head. “Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and he’s shown incredible progress!”

“Oh?” Katie asked, leaning in, “…and who might that be?”

“Oh just someone named…Angel Dust.”

“The porn star?” asked Tom Trench in disbelief. He subconsciously unzipped his zipper and Katie whirled on him; “You fucking would, Tom!” Her hooves left dent son the desk.

Katie turned back to Charlie. “In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube.”

Someone wolf-whistled in the audience.

“Oh, I beg to differ,” Charlie argued, holding up her hoof. “He’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two weeks now.”

 “Breaking news!” announced a voice as music came on. Excited, Katie pushed Charlie aside. “We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go to the live feed!”

To Charlie’s sheer horror, Angel Dust was seen on screen, crushing egg shells and fighting with Cherri Bomb.

“Oh spit,” she breathed.

“Oh spit indeed!” exclaimed Katie with a grin. “It looks like the one who has just joined the battle is none other than…”

She let out a dramatic gasp…”porn actor Angel Dust! What a juicy coincidence!”

The screen showed Angel Dust with the words “Angel Dust in ‘Well, Ok’: 18+.”

Satisfied, she turned back to Charlie. “You must feel really stupid right now.” Katie and Tom laughed again.

“Ratings!” Katie and Tom added with jazz hooves.

“Don’t look at this!” Charlie called, waving her hooves in vain from behind the screen.

“Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival. Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?”

 Failure. Failure…Charlie could see her doubt reflected in Katie’s pink eyes and overbearing shadowy figure. Katie and everyone laughed and neighed some more, their jeers painful to Charlie’s ears.

“Yeah?” Charlie asked. She snatched up Katie’s red pen with her horn. The pen hovered in the air with pink magic surrounding it. “Well, how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Snitch!”

Katie glared dangerously. Charlie dropped the pen with a nervous smile, “Oops.”

Katie grew taller, her form turning to shadow. Out sprouted claws, four extra sharp appendages, and four red eyes on her face like a spider. She launched herself at Charlie, hooves raised. Charlie pulled her hair with her mouth and landed punches as the alarm went off in the news room. Katie crawled on the desk on all fours, baring her fangs before Charlie jumped at her and knocked her off the table. Tom Trench got so distressed that his entire body burst into flames.

Charlie ran out of the news room, Katie following her close behind, as everyone yelled.

“And stay out, you retarded spike!” Katie cussed as Charlie made a run for it down the sidewalk on all fours. Charlie was tempted to strangle the homophobic, news diva with her bare hooves…but that would only contradict her goal…if she even had one anymore.

 Vaggie followed her and the two of them didn’t say a word as they waited for their ride. Soon enough, a carriage drawn by red bat horses rolled to the curb. Vaggie and Charlie hopped in…and so did an ecstatic Angel Dust. The doors closed and they drove off toward the Trottin’ Hotel.

 Car Ride to the Hotel

 Charlie had never felt so humiliated in her life. She sat in her seat and curled into herself. Once again, her ideas were dismissed, mocked, ridiculed. No one was willing to see the good in themselves. The ponies and creatures were content to wallow in suffering, violence, and cruelty until the end of their lives. They would be locked up forever, unable to enjoy life on the surface. They’d never know what friendship was. Tears were already threatening to spill from her yellow eyes, but she held them in.

Maybe her father was right. What if she really was a failure, like every pony said?

As if reading her mind, Vaggie gave her a small hug next to her. “You’re not a failure, Charlie. It’s just…no one understands your ideas. The denizens think they’re…I don’t know…outlandish?”

She got a sad sigh from Charlie in response. “I just wanted to make things better for my kingdom. I know I don’t feel much like a princess, but at the same time…I feel like it’s my duty…my destiny to being some cheer to this place.”

“Heh. No one can ever top your optimism,” Vaggie mentioned, with a playful roll of her eyes. “Your happiness can be spotted miles away.”

A small smile formed on Charlie’s face. “Well, at least I can pull myself up and keep going…”

Vaggie stared, hopeful…

“…But today isn’t one of those days.”

Vaggie slumped slightly. “I did warn you not to sing.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she countered. “How else was I supposed to get my message across?”

“Not everyone likes singing and music all the time.”

“My family does.”

“But the other ponies and creatures aren’t your family.”

 Charlie stared out the window at the buildings whizzing by. “Sometimes I feel like my family is bigger than just my parents.” She turned to look at her girlfriend. “You’re my best friend, sorta like my older sister…and the only one who seems to get me. You’re part of my family already.”

Vaggie chuckled softly. “Without me, you wouldn’t have lasted very long out in the big world.”

“For once, I agree with you there,” Charlie replied. “I sure would love to meet Princess Twilight and Princess Celestia and so many others…”

During several minutes of silence, the two mares locked hooves just out of sight. It was their habitual way of showing comfort, and it worked on the many days when Vaggie didn’t want any hugs. The carriage bumped over potholes along the road.

“Don’t get too discouraged,” Vaggie said. “We’ll get back to the hotel and figure things out from there.”

“I kinda feel like singing another lament now.”

“Please don’t.”

“Fine.”

  The carriage wobbled past the 666 Shop, Cozy Glow Fashion Show, the Nightmare Night Club (featuring Nightmare Moon eating other ponies who don’t worship her) the Changling Cave (Chrysalis’ makeover, hand over your soul and turn into one of us. Free green cocoons for customers!)  and Tirek’s Donuts store, complete with slime and worms displayed on the donut structure. Pink eyes decorated the ceiling of the carriage’s interior. Charlie curled into herself again, and took a breath. Even the painted eyes on the small cloth ceiling seemed to judge her every move. She glanced over at Vaggie, whose eye was twitching in annoyance.

Angel Dust was busy blowing raspberries out the window. He froze when he saw an angry Vaggie staring at him.

“What?” he asked with a shrug.

“What? What?!” Vaggie shouted, pulling out chunks of her long white hair with her hooves. “What were you doing?!”

Angel sighed. “I owed my filly buddy a solid! Isn’t that a “redeeming quality?” Helping friends with stuff?”

“Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!”

“Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred,” he said with a snicker. “It wasn’t that bad anyway.”

He blew raspberries again. Vaggie threw a dagger that nestled in the side of the wall. Angel stared, shocked and terrified. Vaggie growled in warning.

“Aw come on, I had to!” Angel protested. “My credibility was on the line!” He sighed. “I mean what kind of reputation would I have if every pony found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona.” He lifted up his furry chest.

“Your credibility?” Vaggie asked in anger. “What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like a bucking joke!”

“No, no no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look…uh, sad. And pathetic! Uh…oh with progeria!” Charlie covered her face with her mane as Angel blabbered on.

“Great! Now I’m bummed thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?” He bent down to the floor and tossed a bottle aside. He then flicked a wrapper away onto a wooden seat.

Vaggie was fuming. “Can you please just try to take this seriously?”

“Fine, I’ll try. Just don’t get your taco in a twist, baby.”

“Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?”

“Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Vaggie swore, flicking her tail and sitting back down.

“Too, late, toots.”

He laughed again. “Sorry, you’re stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it.”

Vaggie swore in Spanish.

“Listen, who cares if some jagoffs got hurt?” Angel nonchalantly asked. “Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around! Got a bunch of buckin’ harlequin babies down there.”

“You’re one to talk,” Vaggie muttered.

Angel laughed then yelled “Hey!” in protest. “This body is flawless! Everyone wants some of me and I’ve got the creepy fan letters to prove it!”

He pulled out a dirty scroll from his enlarged furry chest that read: “Show me your hooves! Bryrin. #1 fan/critic.” There was a picture of a young angel in the lap of a large gray Stallion, licking Angel with his green tongue. He had a tattoo of Angel with a red crossed out sign.

This time, Charlie spoke up. “That was really uncool, y’know, Angel.”

Vaggie growled and turned to her friend. “Uncool?!” She mentioned to Angel. “After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel. All thanks to you and your selfish horsespit!”

Angel glanced at a discarded pile of ash and used cigarettes. “Does this mean I don’t get a free room anymore?”

Vaggie spread out her hooves as if asking “Well, what do you think?”

He let out a mock sigh. “Ah, well, shucks.”

Charlie pulled off her dark pink shirt, revealing a white shirt with a black bowtie.

“Hey, come on, we don’t know if things are over yet. Try to relax, Vaggie. It’ll be okay!”

Now it was Vaggie’s turn to let out a small smile of thanks. Charlie placed a comforting hoof on her shoulder, and her friend calmed down.

“What would I do without you?” Vaggie asked. She and Charlie slowly leaned into each other, their heads gently touching.

“Get a room, fillies!” Angel remarked, before receiving a “Shut up!” from both of them.

 Finally, the deviant crew arrived at the Trottin’ Hotel. It was an elegant building fit for any pony who wanted to stay a few nights. Eye designs lined the border of a dark pink canopy at the front like a creepy mosaic. Branches jutted out from the roof as part of the structure. Old fashioned lanterns attached to the wall had flames flickering inside, nonstop. The double doors consisted of stained glass windows with red apples in the center. Little stained glass snake eyes peered unblinkingly at them from around the larger window in the door.

 Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie got out of the carriage and threw open the double doors. A random black bug scurried away from the incoming light. A yellow sign read “Concierge” behind a pink “welcome” banner. The check in table was decorated with colored flags leaning toward the floor and random balloons with small star shapes on them. A vase was decorated with yellow eyes along the sides. Another flower pot was in the shape of a horse mouth…white flowers posed above. Vaggie sighed and plopped onto a red cushioned couch in the style of a monster’s mouth.

The red rug down the hallway was decorated with the same eyeball designs, apples on the end, plus shadow skulls of horned monsters in the center.

All around the room, were pictures of Charlie as a little filly with her father and mother on various trips.

 Angel Dust came across a red fridge leaning low against the wall. He opened the door and pulled out a purple box labeled “Popsies.” He shrugged at the dripping ruined box and took out a popsicle. He gave it a lick, talking with his mouth full.

“It’s prolly a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y’know, to feed all the wayward prisoners ya got in here.” He laughed nervously, trying to cheer Charlie up. But Charlie just sat sadly on a wooden box in a darkened area of the room. Angel closed the fridge door, sucked on a popsicle and reached out one of his hooves to her…then hesitated. He walked away, letting her have some alone time.

Charlie walked past the two posing elephant statues balancing balls on their trunks, and toward the front door. She opened the door and went outside. She conjured up an old phone and dialed her mom’s number.

Charlie took a deep breath as a voicemail tone came through.

“Hey Mom. Um, I know I keep calling, and you must be busy. Really busy. But, um…the interview didn’t go well and…I don’t know if I’m going to make a difference. I don’t know what I’m doing. I could really use some advice, Mom.”

She slid down and sat on the stone ground, tears falling from her eyes. “I think Dad was right about me. A-anyway, I’ll stop talking before this gets long. Love you! Bye.”

She ended the call with a tap and rubbed her eyes with her hoof. Standing back up on all fours, she opened the door, closed it, and leaned against the stained glass window, eyes closed.

      Enter Alastor (and Sir Stallionus)

 A slow ominous knocking from outside interrupted Charlie’s thoughts. She opened her eyes. It was a rhythmic knock, sounding like “shave and a haircut.” (Or was it “skunks in a barnyard”, or “dragons in a cauldron?” She wasn’t sure.

   From outside, Gabriel C. Brown’s voice sang a haunting song out of nowhere as jazz music played:

 “I’m not a fan of puppeteers but I have a nagging fear

Someone else is pulling at the strings

Something terrible is going down

Through the entire town

Wreaking anarchy and all it brings…”

    An ice cold feeling of dread spread through her veins. No pony else would ever do that kind of knock.

 “I can’t sit idly, No I can’t move at all…”

 Unless…

 “I curse the name, the one behind it all…”

 She tentatively reached out her hoof to the door handle, and quickly pulled it open.

 Sure enough, the most feared pony in Tartarus was standing right outside her door.

He wore dark red dress pants, a red dress shirt along with a dark red pinstriped coat underneath. His shoes were black with red hoof prints on the sides. The two black lines in the center of his dress shirt looked like an upside down cross.

His coat was gray and his large eyes were red. He had a gray unicorn horn in between dark black antlers from his head. His mane and tail were black and red. A monocle attached to a chain was positioned under his right eye. His cutie mark was a microphone bearing a grin of sharp teeth. But his own grin of sharp yellow teeth was the most fearsome of all.

A vintage microphone staff appeared next to him in red aura, his horn glowing red.

 Charlie’s face morphed into sheer terror, eyes wide as saucers.

 “Alastor! You’re broadcasting on the air…”

 Eyes glowing red, the stallion began to speak.

“Hell…”

She slammed the door in his face.

Opened the door…

“…o.”

Slammed it again.

 “…and stealing all the souls, magic mayhem everywhere…”

 Alastor stood, shocked in front of the stained glass door, smile still plastered on his face, hoof in the air.

 “Well… that was…rude,” he thought. “Usually ponies and creatures are too sacred to answer when I come by. Or they rush to try and please me because they know I could slaughter them at any time. I’ll just wait here then…or maybe break this door down…”

  “I’m fine with the smiles and the dancing around

But not with being bound

Now that Hell is being torn apart

A terrifying world of stress

Caused by your demonic mess

As you sing we’re never fully dressed!”

 “Hey, Vaggie?” Charlie called.

“What?” Vaggie replied in annoyance.

Charlie flashed a nervous smile. “The Radio Pony is at the door!”

“What?!” she demanded.

“Uh, who?” Angel asked. He sucked erotically on his popsicle.

“What should I do?” she asked, pulling at her lower eyelids.

“Well, don’t let him in!” said Vaggie.

 The strange singing continued.

“Alastor! Whatever did we do

To make you take our world away?”

Alastor! Are we your prey alone?

Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?

Alastor! We won’t take it anymore

So take your tyranny away!”

 Charlie was tempted to do just that. But she also had a duty to not leave any sinners behind. She took a breath and opened the door again.

“May I speak now?” the stallion asked. The song appeared to be coming from his microphone staff.

“You may…” Charlie replied.

  The man held out his gray hoof. “Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure.”

He eagerly grabbed her white hoof and leaned his face close to hers before strutting inside. Charlie stood, dumbfounded, her hoof still out. The music stopped playing.

“Excuse my sudden visit,” he went on, “but I saw your fiasco on a picture show and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance! Why I haven’t been that entertained since the Siren sisters sang their songs of doom!”

He bobbed his head side to side and burst into laughter. “So many arguments!”

Vaggie suddenly pointed a spear weapon at him. “Stop right there!” She swore in Spanish under her breath. (Son of a deranged mare!) I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous, cheesy, talk show spitlord!”

Angel peeked around the corner to see what was going on.

Alastor merely laughed slightly and nudged the weapon away with his fingers.

“Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here…”

He added in a low creepy tone, “I would have done so already.”

His large red eyes briefly turned to red radio dials and radio static filled the room. He tilted his head slightly, letting his chaotic magic roam. Red electricity traveled around his horn. Vaggie and Charlie were frozen in fear as they caught glimpses of red Voodoo symbols, static, and warped reality.

Then just as quickly, the noise and magic ceased and Alastor shook his head, eyes back to full red.

“No, I’m here because I want to help!” He bowed.

Charlie was sure she hadn’t heard him right.

“Say what now?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Help!” he responded with another laugh. His staff hovered in the air by his magic. “Hello? Is this thing on? Testing, testing…”

He tapped it and a glowing red eye appeared in the center. “Well, I heard you loud and clear!” the microphone responded, eye shaking in fear.

“Um…you want to help?” Charlie asked.

 Alastor appeared behind the mares, hooves on their backs, switching from a shadow to his regular self. Both Vaggie and Charlie flinched.

“With…” he mentioned in an imitation of Charlie’s voice,

“…this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do!” finishing in his normal voice. “This hotel!”

Charlie could hear the call bell ding twice on the table, even though no one was there to ring it.

“I want to help you run it.”

“Uh…why?” Charlie asked, confused.

Alastor laughed again. “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer absolute boredom! I’ve lacked inspiration for decades!”

He placed his hoof on an annoyed Vaggie’s head. Then he shoved her aside.

“My work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless! I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!”

He laughed again.

Charlie looked downcast. “Does getting into a fight with a reporter count as entertainment?”

“It’s the purest kind, my dear! Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”

Charlie brightened a bit. “So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a pony or a creature?”

Alastor help up a hoof and laughed. “Of course not. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh it’s non-existent! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome monsters! The chance given was the life they lived before in Equestria; the punishment is this!” He spread out his hooves. “There is no undoing what is done!”

“So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” Charlie asked.

Alastor smirked and looked at Charlie, sideways. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!” He pulled her close to him with his hoof and twirled her around in a quick dance. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure.”

“Right…” Charlie began, slowly removing his hoof from her back.

Alastor took her aside for a walk. “Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I.”

 “Ah, so uh, what’s the deal with Smiles over there?” Angel asked Vaggie.

“Wait, you’ve never heard of him before?” Vaggie asked. “You’ve been here longer than me!”

Angel shrugged.

“The Radio Pony, one of the most powerful beings Tartarus has ever seen?”

“Eh, not big on politics,” he replied.

Vaggie, annoyed, leaned in close to explain.

“Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Tartarus, seemingly overnight. He began to topple overlords, dragons, centaurs, and other creatures who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power has never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Tartarus, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him The Radio Pony. (As lazy as that is). Not even Discord himself could imagine how chaotic Alastor could be. Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world’s most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing’s for sure: He’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased.”

“Ya done?” Angel asked with a snicker. “He looks like a strawberry pimp!”

“Well, I don’t trust him!” Vaggie argued.

To be fair, do you trust any Stallions? Colts? Any pony who’s male?” Angel asked with a slight laugh.

Vaggie ignored him and walked up to her friend.

“Charlie, listen to me. You just can’t believe this creep! He isn’t just a happy face! He’s a dealmaker, pure evil! He can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do.”

“I…” Charlie began. “…we don’t know that. Look…I know he’s bad, and I know he probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give every pony a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in.”

Alastor stared in fascination at a family picture on the wall. It showed a white alicorn pony Lucifer dressed in white, a mare, Lilith in a dark purple dress, and Charlie as a little filly wearing a brown and white dress in the middle. The picture border consisted of branches and yellow eyeballs and a dried rose in the upper right hand corner.

 “Such a lovely portrait! A picture of perfection! It’d be such a shame if something awful were to happen to them…”

 “Just trust me,” Charlie added placing a comforting hoof on her girlfriend’s back. “I can take care of myself.”

Charlie,” warned Vaggie, “Whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!”

From a distance, Alastor held out his hoof, glowing in red magic. Both girls glanced in his direction, worry on their faces.

 “I’ll have these two in the palm of my hooves…”

 “Don’t worry, Charlie replied to Vaggie. “I picked up one thing from my Dad…” she spoke in a manly voice, “Ya don’t take shit from other ponies!”

Gathering her courage, Charlie marched over to the Radio Pony.

“Ok, so…Al. You’re sketchy as fuck, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t.”

Red Voodoo symbols appeared around Alastor, then vanished.

Charlie continued. “I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached.”

Alastor twirled his cane with his magic and held out his hoof. “So it’s a deal then?”

Flashes of eerie green light surrounded him, electricity snaking up the walls.

“Nope!” Charlie yelled, stepping back. The energy stopped. “No shaking! No deals! I…hmm…”

Charlie decided to try another approach.

“As princess of Tartarus, and heir to the throne, I uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel, for a long as you desire.”

A moment of pause…

“Sound fair?” she asked.

“Fair enough. Cool beans.” Alastor shrugged, walking on and making his cane disappear. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.

Alastor stopped and spotted Vaggie off to the side. He smirked in a way outside observers would describe as lecherous. He tickled her under her chin with his hoof.

“Smile, my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!”

Alastor hummed happily on his way, while Vaggie growled in disgust and rage.

“So…where is your hotel staff?” Alastor asked.

“Uh, well…” Charlie began. Alastor peered at Vaggie through his monocle. “Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that.”

He walked over towards Angel.

“And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

Angel grinned. “I can suck your dick!”

“Ha! No.” Alastor deadpanned.

“Your loss,” Angel said with a slight laugh. Alastor summoned his cane.

“Well, this just won’t do!” Alastor exclaimed. “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!”

 The spell came easily in his mind: “dife sèvitè, reveye.”

  He stomped his hoof and his horn glowed red. A fire sparked to life in a small circular fireplace. Horse skeletons decorated either side of the wall.

A dark figure plopped down onto the chimney floor.

Alastor walked over and lifted up the creature in a cloud of red magic. A large single yellow eye was revealed. Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie peered at the creature. In a puff of smoke and a squeak, the creature revealed herself. A cute cyclops filly was wearing a pink dress with a poodle on the front, her short wide hair dark magenta with a streak of yellow. Her coat was light yellow and she even had little Pegasus wings at her sides.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduced, before dropping her. She landed on her hooves.

“Hi! I’m Niffty!” she greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends!” She laughed slightly and her pupil grew smaller, darting in circles.

“Why are you all women?” she asked. “Have any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude.” She missed the fact that Angel was male, for obvious reasons.

She briefly picked up Charlie, while Vaggie held her spear defensively at her.

“Oh man, this place is filthy!” she exclaimed, flying around and lifting up couch cushions. “It really needs a lady’s touch, which is weird, because you’re all ladies, no offence.” She chewed on a black spider she found, then rushed toward some stained glass windows.

She flew around, using a dust ruffle to clean them. “Oh my Celestia, this is awful! No, no, no…Nope!”

She raced around, removing cobwebs, then poking at a piece of a voodoo doll. Well, it was actually a live blue beetle doll that Alastor had stabbed with a clothing pin for Niffty to play with. Alastor looked amused, while the others stared in disbelief.

  Meanwhile, at a casino, a pony placed a joker, an ace, a 2, and a fourth card down on the table. He had a black and white coat, wore a black top hat and had red wings with card suits decorated on them. He also had long red eyebrows and wore a red bow tie.

“Ha!” he declared in triumph. “Read ‘em and weep, colts!”

He suddenly felt himself being forcefully pulled out of the room through space and time.

“Full…whoa!”

 “Transpòte ganbadeur la.”

 He ducked as a curtain of red energy surrounded the existing space. Voodoo symbols flashed in the background along with eight yellow eyes, a creepy voodoo skull and a purple skeleton of a worm-like creature. Another voodoo skull with horns appeared for a moment not too far from tan ghost-like spirits with creepy faces and a row of jagged teeth.

 The pony figured he must have had too much booze to drink.

 “What the hay?!”

As the images faded, he soon found himself at the hotel bar, not in the previous room at the casino. A large “Come and play Blackjack” sign took up much of the wall behind him. Most peculiar, the gray wood walls were missing halfway up, replaced by the red themed décor of the hotel. Husk was sitting in a portion of the casino he was in. It felt like he was in a house with no roof surrounded by the outside world.

 “What the buck is this?”

He saw Alastor and pointed an accusing hoof.

“You.”

“Ah, Husker, my good friend!” Alastor cheerfully greeted. “Glad you could make it!”

Alastor’s head briefly had the appearance of large antlers sticking out from either side. When he moved it, it was revealed to be an antler skull with glowing green eyes hanging in the background. Snakes were wrapped around one of the white curtains supporting a bar stand. “Big Booze,” “Welcome” and “Big Soul” signs were placed overhead on the stand. Neon green card suits consisted of the designs at the bottom of the stand.

“Don’t you “Husker” me, you son of a bitch!” Husk spat, and swiped Alastor’s hoof aside from his shoulder. “I was about to win the whole damn pot!”

Husk stared in anger as the stacks of money and chips on the table vanished in static.

“Good to see you too!” added Alastor.

Husk hoof palmed. “What the hay do you want with me this time?”

Alastor grabbed hold of him, startling him so much that cards fell from his hands.

“My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay.”

Husk was taken aback. “Are you spittin’ me?!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Alastor replied. He casually brushed off his sleeves.

Husk shoved the Radio Pony off him. “You thought it would be some kind of big buckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere? You think I’m some kinda buckin’ clown?”

“Maybe.”

Audience laughter emitted from the microphone.

“I ain’t doin’ no buckin’ charity job,” Husk protested.

Alastor appeared next to him. “Well I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment.”

He pointed toward the bar stand with the staff. The sound of audience clapping came from his radio staff.

“With your charming smile and welcoming energy…”

Alastor spread the corners of Husk’s mouth upward into a demonic smile of yellow teeth with his hooves. Husk frowned seconds after he let go.

“…this job was made for you!”

Alastor strutted over toward the bar stand, the soles of his shoes revealing red hoof prints as he walked.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Alastor continued, “I can make this more welcoming…if you wish.”

His horn glowed red and a green mug of cheap cider appeared on the counter.

Husk stared with wide eyes, suddenly very thirsty. He swore he could hear the sound of a slot machine.

“What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap cider?!” He took the mug in anger. “Well you can!”

He immediately guzzled it down and clopped away.

 “Too easy,” thought Alastor.

 By this time, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust had arrived to see what the commotion was about. Vaggie rushed toward the bar, furious.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” yelled the mare. “No, no bar, no alcohol. This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of…mouth, brothel, colt-cave…”

Angel lunged himself into her, knocking her to the floor.

“Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this.” He pointed at Husk with multiple gloved hooves.

He slid up to Husk. “Hey,” he said in a flirtatious voice.

“Go buck yourself,” Husk deadpanned, drinking his cider.

“Only if you watch me,” Angel retorted.

To make matters worse for Husk, Charlie leaned in close to him, excitement and red stars in her eyes.

“Oh my Celestia! Welcome to the Trottin’ Hotel! You are going to love it here!”

“I lost the ability to love years ago,” Husk replied, gulping down more cider.

Alastor walked in, an ever-present grin on his face.

“So, what do you think?”

Charlie ran over to him. “This is amazing!” she beamed.

“It’s okay,” Vaggie said from nearby.

 Alastor laughed and pulled the two mares close to him. “This is going to be very entertaining!”

  Alastor conjured fire in his hoof…Charlie stared in wonder at the flames and the voodoo symbols. He pushed Vaggie aside and changed his attire. He now wore a fancy red suit with a white undershirt and a black bow tie. A red top hat appeared on his head, complete with small spikes along the black band and two needles sticking out from the top. He twirled Charlie around in a dance, the princess looking stunned. Pointing his hoof over her head, he transformed Charlie’s outfit. Her blonde hair was now short and wavy. She wore an elegant black and red dress, black gloves, a pink hat with a small black bow and black heels.

 Charlie stared at her conjured clothing in amazement.

Vaggie was on the floor, fuming.

Alastor lifted Charlie up with red magic and threw her into the air. She yelped in delight and landed gracefully next to him. Two glowing apples and a skull with deer horns flashed in the background.

Reality had been altered to the Radio Pony’s liking. The entire room was lit in psychedelic colors. Voodoo symbols and shapes were etched in every nook and cranny, including a pair of pink claws reaching for the door. Alastor and Charlie waltzed in the spotlight as electro swing music began to play in the distance. The all-encompassing noise, though, was the signature radio-static sound.

 Alastor sang his reprise to Charlie:

“You have a dream

You wish to say

And it’s so laughable

But hey kid, what the hay! “

 Charlie found herself sliding down one of the apple-etched railings, Alastor leading the way. They landed on the lower floor as Alastor continued his reprise.

Deer statues and painted antlers were everywhere.

Back at the bar stand, Husk sat looking bored. Vaggie hissed at Angel grabbing onto her, while Niffty stared in wonder. Alastor’s horn sparked and their outfits changed as well.

Angel was wearing a neon pink suit, Husk a pink bow tie, Vaggie a dark dress, with her mane now smooth and long, and finally Niffty, with a cute top hat with small flowers.

 “‘Cause you’re one of a kind

A charming pony belle!

Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell

(Take it, colts!)”

   Shadowy ponies rose to life from a hole in the ground. The happy spirits played a trumpet, a tuba, and a drum set. Charlie stomped her hooves to the beat, while Vaggie watched with worry. She reached out to her friend but was pulled away by Alastor. He enveloped the group into a tight hug, followed by glowing images of dark spirits staring at them. Niffty watched in amazement, but not the other three.

Alastor pulled Husk and Angel close again. He rubbed Angel’s head with a white hat and went on his merry way. Husk mouthed “buck you.”

Vaggie stood, annoyed in the spotlight. Using his cane, Alastor added a feathered peacock hat and a white fox fur to her outfit. Then out of nowhere, he slapped her flank.

“Pompous pervert!” Vaggie thought in rage as he wondered away.

Alastor danced some more, kicking a horned skull to the side. In the background, Niffy happily swept up the bits of bone.

 “Inside of every pony is a lost cause

But we’ll dress ‘em up now with just a smile!

(With a smile!)

And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool

With some old redemption flair

And show these simpletons some proper class and style!

(What’s in style? Oh!)”

 He made his way to the circular fireplace, where he waved his staff. Shadows arrived to join the party, including a shadowy version of himself, with large antlers, a mane of hair, and fangs. He made it disappear in a poof, then snuck toward Charlie. He led her in an upbeat dance, spinning her around, helping her match her steps to his. Charlie blushed when he toyed with her cheeks. As Charlie was led away, Vaggie stood in the background, horrified and disgusted. What was happening to her friend?

Charlie and Alastor laughed as they danced, the princess locked in a happy trance.

 “Here below the ground

I’m sure you’re plan is sound!

They’ll spend a little time

Down at this Rottin’ Ho…”

  Alastor was about to finish his song, when an explosion burst apart a window behind him.

  Niffty stared in amazement, shouting “Whoo!” before she was blasted backwards, the door hitting her in the face.

 Alastor’s spell soon wore off and everyone was back in their regular clothes. Alastor, Husk (still drinking), Niffty, Charlie, Angel, and Vaggie, peered out of the hole to see what was going on. Vaggie had her weapon at the ready.

 Looking skyward, the group saw a cracked blimp in the air. It had a small random band aid with a sad face on it along the rim. A familiar villain popped out of his hideout.

“Ha!” Sir Stallionous laughed. “Well, well, well, look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet again, Alastor!”

Apparently, he was also rivals with Alastor.

But Alastor simply asked, “Do I know you?”

The pony boss looked disappointed. Then he said in anger, “Oh yes you do! And this time, I have the element of…surprise!”

The villain raced toward his pink velvet chair and pulled a lever. A metallic cannon lowered to the ground. The cannon fired up with pink energy as pink smoke appeared around them.

“He laughed manically. “I’m so evil!”

Then he added, “I have an Egg army!”

 “Well, we have an Alastor,” Charlie responded.

 Alastor’s horn shot out red light and bursts of magic red tendrils of smoke rising from his horn. The weapon froze in mid fire and a fiery portal opened up below the blimp.

 A horde of black tendrils rose from the hole, latching onto the ship. One tentacle ripped off the cannon and threw it into another smaller portal, causing it to explode in pink smoke. One of the tentacles had already smashed a hole in the large round window.

Sir Stallionous looked on in shock as his Egg Colts slammed against the wall (one of them read #Ouch.) One of the eggs cracked open, spilling out yellowish brains and small organs among the stains of yok. Sir Stallionous and another minion were thrown against the wall.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he screamed before he was slammed against the ceiling by a black limb.

“Oh, that hurt!” he cried.

Sir Stallionous screamed as he was dragged along the floor and lifted up slightly. He was held in place, surrounded by the wrapped up tendril. At once, the tendril shrunk and squeezed the helpless snake. The Egg Colts galloped around screaming as black cracks appeared on the floor and walls.

From the outside, more black tendrils were closing in. Red voodoo symbols appeared around the blimp.

 “Ede m 'sèrviteur.”

Four horned shadowy ponies with red auras floated around, wearing toothy grins.

 The tendrils were now wrapped around the entire blimp, holding it in place like thick black vines.

 Red radio waves filled Alastor’s eyes as more magic shot from his horn. Voodoo symbols appeared all around him as he altered the state of reality. Radio static consumed the air.

The vines thickened and completely enclosed the blimp. The spirits swooped around it in excitement, with echoing shrieks. The aura around the tendrils glowed a fiery yellow, the same color as the portal rim.

 “Kalfu! Destriksyon pa bra nwa.”

 The tendrils proceeded to crush the blimp. Pink rays of light shot from the center and the blimp exploded in a loud BOOM!

Pink smoke spread everywhere as the spirits sped away. The tendrils broke into severed bloody pieces that rained down to the ground. Alastor smiled victoriously, while behind them, the group of five stared in utter terror and shock. (Save for Niffty who had a small smile on her face).

 “Well, I’m starved!” Alastor exclaimed, turning around to face the group. Who wants some jambalaya?” He spread his hooves out. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya! In fact, it nearly killed her! Straight from New Horseleans!”

He laughed as he led the way back to the hotel. The others followed.

“You could say the kick was right out of Tartarus!”

He added while laughing at his own joke, “Oh, I’m on a roll!”

Charlie and Niffty smiled while Husk, Angel, and Vaggie looked on with concern. Angel blew Husk a kiss, which earned the druggie demon a glare from the gambler. Charlie turned to Vaggie excitedly. Vaggie reluctantly went along with Charlie’s idea, even giving her a small supporting smile. As long as Charlie was happy, then she was alright, too.

From up above, the hotel looked like a mashed-up haunted house. An old dark train was perched on a balcony, with some monstrous faces carved in. A ship, reminiscent of the Titanic, was leaning upwards against the building as part of the structure. An old carousel served as part of the upper balcony and windows. Skull designs decorated the small windows in a row. Finally, on top of a giant yellow eye, was the sign “Trottin’ Hotel” supported by pillars of worn wood.  

Alastor continued, “Yes, sir, this is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now…”

 He glanced up and aimed his horn toward the sign. Pink electricity shot out and made contact with the sign.

The sign now read “Rottin’ Hotel.”

 “Stay tuned everypony,” he finished with a low sinister laugh.

 Back at the crater, smoke took the faces of monsters and rose into the air. Broken egg minions littered the ground. One minion rubbed his head. With a shaking arm, Sir Stallionous lifted himself up from the gaping hole, fangs shattered.

“Now will you shoot me with your ray gun?” asked the minion.

Sir Stallionous face-planted on the ground in response.

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08/08/2020 DAB Transcript

Ezra 7:1-8:20, 1 Corinthians 4:1-21, Psalms 30:1-12, Proverbs 20:28-30

Today is the 8th day of August welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian it is great to be here with you and welcome to the end of the week. Another one of our weeks is quickly becoming a part of our history as…as is prone to happen when you’re day by day, step-by-step moving forward on the journey that we’re on. So, today's the last day of the week. We’ve been reading from the Christian Standard Bible all this week, which is what we'll do today. And we’ll continue our journey in these new books that…a book and letter that we've gotten ourselves involved in with this week, the book of Ezra and the letter to the Corinthians, known as first Corinthians. So, Ezra chapter 7 verse 1 through 8:20

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word, we thank You for another week together in Your word. And often we reach this point where we’ve concluded another week and we just release it week, we release the week to You. It's a part of our past. It's a part of our history. And yet what we carry forward is Your guidance and leadership and direction that comes from Your word. We carry those things forward cumulatively, week after week after week after week. We carry these things forward and they go deep inside of us and they…they plant a crop. And we ask Holy Spirit that You come and yield the fruit of the spirit in our lives because of this. And every week we recognize that an ending is a new beginning and that You are there present with us in it all. And, so, we release this week to You and we invite Your Holy Spirit to lead us forward in the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Hey Daily Audio Bible community this is Meagan ___. Currently I am engaged to a man that I love with all my heart but I know that I am in sin and I know that living with him outside of marriage is sin and I don’t want to do that anymore and I want to have the courage and the strength that it takes to tell him that I need space and we need to get counseling first before we get married. And the quarantine is a perfect time for us to postpone because everybody else is expecting it. But I don’t have the guts on my own or the strength of my own ability to just be honest with him and not crumble when he manipulates my words and says, “why do we need counseling, what’s it gonna do?” I need help and I can’t do it alone and no matter how hard I try I constantly feel like I am swimming in the deepest waters by myself. And I don’t know what to do because if I do this then I have no home, no car, and a job that’s miles away from my original home and I don’t want to be stranded just because I want to follow God. So, please Daily Audio Bible can you pray for me? Thanks. I hope you all are blessed by God. Love you. Bye.

Good morning family it is 3 o’clock in the morning on August 5th this is Brave from New Jersey I’m calling you because I’m…I’m tried and been calling on the Lord from Psalm 35 all night long asking Him to show up and to defend me against numerous attacks from the enemy. My children cannot be grateful for anything that I’ve done for them. They have no respect for me, and they are following the wrong leadership from their father, persecuting me for no reason. And I pray that the Lord will come through for me according to Psalm 35 and defend me as He as promised. I am only looking up to Him because I don’t know what peace will look like. I don’t know what respect. But only the deliverance of the Lord. So please family pray for me. In Jesus…

Hi DAB family this is Gigi from Gainesville I called in yesterday asking for prayer regarding my health seizures and having to sleep all day because of them…headaches. Praise God! I woke up at 5 AM this morning and I just felt led to worship Him and one hour later I’m outside running 2 miles. All pain is gone, all headache, fatigue. In the name of Jesus, I’ve been set free. By his blood by his power I’ve overcome. Thank you for your prayers. I am rejoicing. God’s promises are true and faithful, and we can trust in Him. I have a prayer request for my sister. She’s dealing with acute loneliness because our father was her biggest friend and he died just a month ago and she wasn’t repaired at all for his death. She’s been very much in denial and she doesn’t make friends easily. Also, her job is incredibly intense right now. They have her floating to different floors. And, so, she…she’s dealing with a lot of overwhelming sadness and great pain. So, if you guys could be praying for her and my other sister who’s turning to her first job as a teacher. She’s got her bachelor’s in early childhood education and I’m so proud of her, but she really needs to get a job. It’s getting close, so. Thank you, guys so much. Power and prayer is amazing God hears us.

Hi everyone, I’ve had these thoughts for a while, and I’ve been thinking about this time that we’ve been in and I feel like it’s the wilderness. A lot of us have been launched into wilderness in this strange limbo time applying to jobs or losing jobs or not knowing what’s gonna happen. And I think this is a great opportunity to see, “what are we doing right now?” Are we praising God or are we grumbling and complaining and crying where our food is gonna come from? And if we are getting food, are we crying about what kind of food we are getting? Now is a really good opportunity if you are in the wilderness to see if I am doing what the Israelites did or, am I just trusting in the Lord? And I know it’s hard. I mean, I kinda was in the situation where my master’s was ending, and I was looking for a job and searching for a job during a pandemic is definitely a scary thing. But you know what? I had faith in God and that if He could split oceans, He could send me multiple job options during a pandemic and that’s what He did. He did that for me, and it took…was months of insecurity before that happened. But I just want you to think about what you are doing now and remember to stay in faith and your promised land is not that far away. That’s all. Bye.

Hi DAB family this is Sierra from Arizona. I’m calling for couple different reasons. I wanted to pray for the woman who called in, she said that her daughter was molested by a couple family members. I want to pray for her. I know what that’s like because I’ve been there, and I just want to say that she probably needs you and she’ll be needing you for a long time. So, I wanted to pray for you and just…I hope that everything works out. The other reason I’m calling is because I need prayer. I am in a fight against addiction. I’m still a teenager and I know this is sort of normal because a teenage girl but I’m in addiction to all sexual things. So, I in the past have had problems, major problems, with that and I’ve done things and have had things done to me that have helped in my addiction and I’ve been in this fight for a very, very long time. I’ve never entirely been away from it and I’m doing my best not to give in but it’s really, really hard. I’ve failed in the past and I’m really afraid that I’ll fail again and I hate it and I hate that I love it and I need your prayers because I don’t ever want to travel that road again because that road hurt and it’s not bad…it’s not good. And anyway, I just need your prayer …

This is Angie from Virginia this…I just wanted to say to Addicted to Christ, you have been on my heart and my prayers. I heard your message and it just broke my heart. Just know that God’s got this, and He is gonna hold you through this and just cradle you and protect you. So, just hang in there. He created you with purpose and He will reveal that to you. Just stay strong in His word and He will take over and just work miracles in your life. And also, I am asking for prayer from my Daily Audio Bible family. I am a registered nurse and I’ve been on the front lines fighting COVID and let me tell you this has been such a terrifying journey and I could have never have made it without God helping me through this. But I’m just asking guys to pray for me that God will put His protection on me and just cover me and keep me safe during this pandemic and also that He would keep my family safe. Thank you so much and you guys have a blessed day.

[crackimagines]

Drv3 but at some point the monitor lights up and shows all of the "Love suite events". Even the boys. Noone is safe from the sin. And Shuichi is also not safe but for an entirely different reason.

DRV3 WAS A MISTAKE.

Thanks for the ask anon, I hope you enjoy!

“…It’d be a real dick move to upload everyone’s love suite fantasies randomly today.”

“…Reeeeaaaaal dick move…”

3 minutes later…

(Shuichi) “Huh, what’s with the TV scre-EEEN OH MY GOD.”

(Kaede) “W-WHA!? I-I DON’T BUT I- NONONO!”

(Maki) D E A T H  G L A R E

(Himiko) “…Oh. Meh.”

(Kaito) “Wow, I don’t even remember that happening. I don’t know whether to laugh or be concerned.”

(Tenko) “WHAT?! I’D NEVER BE WITH A DEGENERATE MALE LIKE SAIHARA!”

(Kirumi) “O-Oh dear…This does not bode well.”

(Ryoma) “…And now I go back to my room. I am not dealing with whatever this is.”

(Rantaro) “…There are worse things that could be broadcasted-”

(Kokichi) “Alright before anyone says ANYTHING, I did not do this! I totally would’ve but, I didn’t!”

(Korekiyo) “Everyone’s reactions to this is such a beautiful thing! I’ve learned many things from this event…”

(Angie) “This…This is Atua’s will for this to be shown…r-right?”

(Miu) “WHAT THE FUCK?! WHEN DID THAT LITTLE BOTTOM GET A PIECE OF ME?!”

(K1-B0) “T-There must have been a data leak somewhere, this never would have happened between us!”

(Gonta) “Gonta confused, why everyone angry?”

“HAHAAHAH! THIS IS SO GOOD-”

“…Oh shit I’m up there too. Great, I played myself-”

(Shuichi) “…I should go.”

- Shuichi tried to leave the door, and everyone chased after him.

- Very aggressively.