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hereforreadandwrite · 10 months

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Chapter Two

Masterlist

"See you tomorrow Buckets," you say as you leave the cabin.

You vaguely heard the Buckets wishing you a good day. You crossed the busy streets despite the biting cold of January. You were enjoying this time away from the Bucket family. You vaguely heard police car sirens speeding by as you entered Bill's shop. The place was still crowded with people hoping to find one of the five golden tickets. You got to work quickly, selling all the tablets in record time. Bill took advantage of a moment of calm to turn on the TV and switch to the talking news.

"The first golden ticket was found in Düsseldorf, Germany by a young boy named Augustus Gloop," the reporter announced.

The shop fell silent at this announcement. You stared intently at the screen where an image of a chubby boy appeared with dried chocolate on his face. You winced in disgust when you saw that. Why didn't his parents take the time to clean him up? You leaned on the counter listening to the waiter explain how he had found the ticket. He had bitten into the chocolate bar without looking, he was perplexed when he smelled the unusual taste of chocolate. He had found the golden ticket by biting into it. A reporter asked Augustus how he celebrated. The boy replied that he ate more chocolate bars. No sooner had he finished his sentence than he took out a new bar which he quickly unwrapped to bite into a piece that was too big for him to eat with his mouth closed. The boy's mother commented that she knew her son was going to find a ticket with all the tablets she bought for him. The chubby woman grabbed her son's wrist to show the cameras the ticket, all while posing with him.

"He's disgusting," you say, glaring at Bill.

"I'm not telling you, kiddo," the man replied, turning off the TV.

People had become even more determined to find a golden ticket. Some had tried to get into the back room. Luckily for you, Bill had a gun license and the customers quickly calmed down when they saw him pull out a shotgun. The day passed quickly and it was almost time for you to close the shop. With the golden ticket frenzy, Bill had decided to keep the shop open overnight, to avoid being robbed. You sat in the back room, turning on the little TV to watch the paper. In case anyone found another golden ticket. Now that the first ticket was found, it was going to be madness.

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A sigh escaped your lips, you were exhausted by his long days of endless work. You barely extended a greeting to your family. You preferred to fall on your aunt and uncle's bed instead. The Bucket family members looked at you with concern and pity, which you preferred not to see. Charlie was the first to come over to help you take off your shoes and coat.

"Was it overnight?" Charlie asked as he went to hang your jacket with the others.

"Yeah...long and boring...," you said with a sigh. "His assholes are going absolutely nuts."

"A filthy young boy found a ticket," said Grandma Josephine.

"I know," you say, straightening up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Bill put the newspaper in then and it was a frenzy afterwards. Some were asking for a refund after seeing that their tablet had no tickets in it."

Another sigh escaped your lips as you ruffled your tangled hair. Charlie turned on the small TV to watch the paper. No sooner had he put on the chain than the reporter announced that the second golden ticket had just been found in Buckinghamshire. The sizzling image showed a middle-class family trying to look perfect. The little girl holding the golden ticket had an angelic smile proudly showing her ticket, her mother had her hand resting on her shoulder, showing her ring which must have cost a fortune and the father began to explain how he had found the object to be coveted by his darling granddaughter: Veruca Salt. Clearly, this man had exploited his poor workers to fulfill the desires of his darling little Veruca.

"This guy is worse than the fat guy," you say, laying back.

"I don't think that was really fair" commented Charlie sitting on his grandparents' bed. "She didn't find the ticket herself."

"That's why I hate the rich. They think everything is theirs. This kid is so spoiled that she won't do anything later," you say, glaring at your cousin. "Remember that, Charlie. No good ever comes from spoiling a child like that."

No sooner had you finished your sentence than the door opened on the Bucket parents. Charlie hurriedly turned off the television as your aunt and uncle stood in front of the grandparents' bed with huge smiles on their lips. You saw your cousin's gift roughly wrapped in newspaper. Like every year, the poor boy was only entitled to one Wonka bar.

"Charlie. Mum and I thought...maybe you wanna open your birthday present tonight," Mr. Bucket said.

"Here you are," said Mrs. Bucket, handing the famous gift to her son.

You couldn't help but envy your cousin. Even if you loved him, you hadn't had the chance to know about the birthday presents. Before he was born, you understood that your uncle and aunt kept every penny for food and other useful things. But when Charlie was old enough to receive gifts, you couldn't help but wonder why he was entitled to them and you weren't. After that hit you, you couldn't compete with Charlie. After all, he was the real child of this family. You were a parasite who paid to stay a parasite. From afar, you watched the family gather near the hero of the day who opened his gift: a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight chocolate bar. Everyone waited impatiently for the boy to open his tablet.

"Maybe I should wait till morning," Charlie said nervously.

"Like hell," replied Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"All together, we're 381 years old. We don't wait," said Grandpa Joe kindly.

Charlie plucked up his courage and started unwrapping the chocolate. All eyes were on the chocolate. Everyone was hoping, not you. What were the odds Charlie got a ticket? One in a million? Maybe more. Grandpa Joe seemed to be the most impatient of them all. Charlie removed the wrapping and unsurprisingly there was no golden ticket inside.

"Well," you say moving closer to the grandparents bed "That's that."

"We'll share it."

"Oh no, Charlie," Grandpa Joe said. "Not your birthday present."

"It's my candy bar, and I'll do what I want with it."

Charlie began cutting up chocolate chunks, handing them out to his grandparents and parents. Noticing that there was only one carrer left, you tell Charlie to eat it and that you were too tired to eat chocolate. You said good night to the Bucket family before going up to your room and Charlie's to get some sleep. Bill had given you a well-deserved weekend after this days of more than exhausting work.

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"The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde."

It's making the headlines. You threw the newspaper on the table to finish drying your soaked hair, listening with one ear to Violet's interview. Hearing the tone of that voice, that kid must have been obnoxious. You sat between Grandpa George and Grandma Josephine, facing the fireplace so your hair would dry faster when you heard the reporter announce that the fourth golden ticket had just been found by a boy named Mike Teavee. Violet's interview was cut to show the Teavee family. The boy's parents stood awkwardly in front of the reporters as Mike royally ignored them, continuing to play his loud video game. The boy explained how he found the ticket easily by following directions that you couldn't understand and that at the end of that, he only had to buy one tablet. When a journalist asked him what it tasted like, Mike replied that he hated chocolate. This simple sentence enraged Grandpa George who began to insult the boy of all names. Luckily, Mr. Bucket had quickly placed his hands over his son's ears, letting his father spit out his venom. Grandpa George was absolutely right. It was a waste to let such a kid visit a chocolate factory if he hated chocolate. It didn't make any sense. You threw your towel over your shoulder, leaving your seat to turn off the small TV. Mr. Bucket took his hands away from his son's ears to go back to sit and continue his book and Mrs. Bucket returned to the kitchen to continue the soup.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Charlie?"

"Why aren't you at work?"

The whole house froze at Charlie's question. You watched your uncle out of the corner of your eye as you tightened your grip on the television.

"Oh! Well, the toothpaste factory thought they'd give me a bit of time off," Mr. Bucket said uncomfortably.

"Like summer vacation?"

"Sure. Something like that."

They hadn't explained anything to Charlie? You took a deep breath as you put the TV away before going to your room. Now that you were the only person bringing in money, everyone was counting on you. You still remember how embarrassed they looked when you told them that Bill made you take a whole weekend off to rest after a whole week of night shifts. But now that you were well rested, you could go back to work.

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"Only one more ticket, kiddo. Only one!" Bill said as he finished cleaning a section of his little shop. "It would be great if it was in my shop!"

"Don't get your hopes up, Bill. What do you have? One in a billion chance?"

"But I still have a chance."

You smiled, shaking your head slightly. The frenzy of golden tickets was calming down. Now that there was only one tablet left, people were losing hope of finding it. Night had just fallen, you were putting new tablets on the display when you heard the chime sound. You turned to the late-night customer who was strange. This person was two heads taller than you, wore a long trench coat and a hat that didn't show his face.

"Good evening," you greeted uncertainly. "I can help you?"

The person said nothing. He just reached for a Wonka chocolate bar and put it on the counter. You went behind the counter giving the price to the person who handed you a twenty dollar bill. You opened the cash register to put the note in and give change to the strange man. But to your surprise, it had disappeared leaving the bar on the counter. You went out into the street, looking for the man. There was no one on the street.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Bill asked, watching you go back behind the counter.

"Yeah, just...a weird guy who bought a chocolate and left it with all his change," you say, putting the change back in the box.

"Oh, (Y/N)! Do you have a secret admirer?"

"No way."

"Keep the helm if he hasn't touched it."

You stuck out your thumb to say you understood. You went to put the bar in your locker, deciding to save it for later. The passing night had been calm.

A new day was beginning for you. You were saying hello to the Bucket family on your way to Bill's shop. You passed a clothing store. The window has been eyeing you for a while. One of the models wore a cream-coloured wool sweater, a long pale pink skirt decorated with a brown braided belt and flat-heeled lace-up boots. You dreamed of buying your clothes. You dreamed of having beautiful clothes. But it was impossible.

"Did you see that some kid in Russia found the last golden ticket?"

"Yes, it was in the paper this morning."

A sigh escaped your lips. The last golden ticket had been found. You were walking away from the store to get to work. Luckily, the day was calm. A customer was quietly reading the newspaper and two others strolled through the shelves. The chimes were ringing, the fourth customer was none other than your cousin Charlie.

"Hey you," you waved, leaning against the counter.

"Hi (Y/N). Can you give me a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight bar, please?" he asked, handing you a ten dollar bill.

You took a Wonka tablet which you gave to Charlie before taking the ticket. You excused yourself from Bill to reach the cash register. You put away the note and prepared the change which you returned to Charlie.

"Russian ticket a fake. The nerve of some people," commented the customer who was reading her newspaper.

"It's not even surprising," you say, leaning against the counter.

"Forging a ticket. Come on," Bill commented back. Hold on. If the Russian ticket is a fake. That means there's still a chance. You watched Charlie unbox his tablet. But bad luck for him, there was no golden ticket. You were ruffling your cousin's hair.

"Aren't you disappointed?" Charlie asked looking at you.

"No," you say straightening up. "Because I know there's very little chance I'll find a ticket. At least you have the chocolate."

Charlie nodded slightly as he leaned against the counter to eat his chocolate bar. When you saw it, you remembered that yours was waiting for you in your locker. You went to have the Wonka chocolate before going back to your cousin. You were unpacking the candy in front of everyone. By removing the aluminum, you saw a golden glow emanating from your candy. You froze when you saw the gold leaf glow under the store's neon lights. It must have been impossible. Seeing your surprised look, Charlie asked you if you were okay. With a trembling hand, you slowly removed the golden paper on which it was written roughly: Golden Ticket.

"That's...," Charlie began in surprise.

"That's a golden ticket," Bill said when a huge smile formed on his lips. "You found the last Wonka Golden Ticket! In my shop!"

You giggled as you gaped at Charlie. You must have been dreaming. You hadn't slept properly the last few days. You pinched your forearm, but the pain confirmed that you were beautiful and wide awake. Charlie was rushing over to you when the man browsing the shelves rushed to the counter, offering to sell him your ticket for fifty bucks and a new bike. The second woman in the store was screaming that he was completely crazy and that she was giving five hundred dollars for the ticket. She was smiling in a way that wanted to be reassuring, but it made her feel scary. She looked like a witch.

"Enough! Leave her alone!" Bille growled, calming the customers who were devouring your ticket with their eyes. "Don't let anyone have it (Y/N)! Hurry back home!"

"Thank Bill!" You grabbed Charlie's hand and ran out of the store.

You and your cousin were running as fast as you could, under the curious gazes of passers-by. A huge smile stretched your lips. You couldn't believe you found the last golden ticket. You came running to the little cabin, Charlie shouted to his parents, working in the garden, that you had found him. You stormed into the house, waking up your grandparents. Mr. and Mrs. Bucket returned in their turn, arms full. You handed the ticket to Grandpa Joe who strained his eyes to see the ticket. His eyes widened when he realized what you had just given him. "

Yippee!" yelled Grandpa Joe before jumping out of bed to start a dance of joy.

The whole house watched Grandpa Joe dance as he handed the ticket to his son-in-law, who dropped what was in his arms, asking him to read aloud what was written on it. Your uncle took the ticket to read the instructions aloud.

Greetings to you,

The lucky finder of the Golden Ticket, from Mr Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand. For now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole day. I, Willy Wonka, will conduct you around the factory myself showing you everuthing there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a possession of large trucks, each one filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And remember: One of you lucky five children will receive an extra prize beyond your wildest imagination. Now, here are your instructions: the first of February, you must come to the factory gates at 10 am sharp. You're allowed to ring one family member to look after you. Till then, Willy Wonka.

"First of February? That's tomorrow!" you cried, looking at Charlie.

"Then there's not a moment to lose, Charlie!" exclaimed Grandpa Joe, looking down at his grandson. "Wash you face, comb your hair, scrub your hands, brush your teeth, blow you nose and..."

"And get that mud off your pants," joked Grandpa George.

Your excitement melted like snow in the sun seeing that the attention of the Bucket family was focused on your cousin. Wait. They all thought it was Charlie who found the last ticket. He had however said that it was you who had found him. Not him. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, which caught Charlie's attention. The boy nervously played with his fingers as he heard his parents discussing who was going to accompany him to the chocolate factory, to which Grandpa Joe announced that he was the one who would accompany him. Your blood boiled when you heard that.

"Okay," you say, approaching your uncle and aunt to take the golden ticket back from them. "Okay stop there now."

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Grandma Josephine asked, looking puzzled at you.

"Am I okay?" you asked nervously, clutching the ticket in your fist. "I look fine?! Guys! I found that golden ticket! It's not Charlie's, it's mine!"

The joy in the cabin was fading. You bit your lip ruffling your hair. You wanted to cry. It was always the same. Everything had to go to Charlie, the biological and desired child. You saw Grandpa Joe sit back on the bed with a bruised expression, as if you had told him that you had just killed someone. Mrs. Bucket was nervously fiddling with her fingers, mustering up her courage to talk to you.

"(Y/N), honey."

You were mentally pleading that she wouldn't ask you that.

"It would make...a wonderful gift for Charlie and Grandpa Joe..."

"Mom!" Charlie exclaimed.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. You shook your head as you backed out the front door. Charlie was asking you to stay, but you preferred to leave for now. Otherwise, you were going to say things you were going to regret. You left the cabin, running through the deserted streets of the city. You had to get as far away as possible from that cabin, from the Bucket family. You stopped in front of the gates of the Chocolate Factory. Your breath was erratic, tears blurred your vision and streamed down your cheeks. It was always the same, you had to sacrifice yourself for Charlie's sake. Your well-being came second. You hid the golden ticket in your coat pocket, you leaned your back against the wall, letting you slide down to the floor. You didn't care if the melted snow soaked your clothes, you didn't care if you were out late at one o'clock. You didn't care about anything now. You wrapped your arms around your legs, the pantyhose against your chest. You rested your forehead against your legs, crying silently. Your uncle, your aunt and your grandparents knew that you dreamed of visiting the chocolate factory and meeting Willy Wonka. All the stories Grandpa Joe told you made you want to work in a chocolate factory, but you didn't have a degree and because of your shabby old clothes, no one wanted to take you on as an apprentice. Bill was the only person who was kind enough to hire you. You heard the snow crunch under someone's feet. You ignored the person, thinking he or she was going to move on.

"Such a pretty young woman should not be left alone in the street at such a late hour."

You look up to see the man who saved you from an argument with a disgruntled customer. You quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up and rubbed the back of your pants, brushing the snow away.

"I… I needed some fresh air," you say, your throat tight as you fake a smile.

The man approached a neutral air and observed you attentively, which made you uncomfortable. The man held out his leather-gloved hand to your face, wiping away a tear that had managed to escape your eye. You looked at the man surprised by feeling the leather caress your cheek.

"You cry."

"It's nothing," you said quickly, taking a step back and giggling. "The last few days we've been crazy about the golden tickets."

Saying that, you took the crumpled golden ticket out of your pocket. Seeing that, a delighted smile stretched her lips.

"You got the last golden ticket! Congratulations, Barley sugar!"

"Yeah," you say looking at the ticket with some contempt.

"You don't seem very pleased."

"That's not it," you say, sighing loudly and leaning against the wall. "I was excited when I found the ticket, but..."

"But?" the man asked, leaning against his cane.

"My family thought it was my cousin who found it when I gave it to them. They were talking about how it was going to be my cousin and my grandpa Joe going to visit the chocolate factory. When I told them said I was the one who found him, I felt like I had told them that I had killed someone. All their joy had melted like snow in the sun and my aunt had the nerve to asking me to let my grandpa and my cousin visit the chocolate factory."

"She dared to do such a thing?"

"Yes, and it's not the first time. It's always been the same. My cousin's happiness comes before mine."

You felt your throat constrict and the tears that threatened to flow again. You bit your lip as you leaned against the huge wall surrounding the chocolate factory. You didn't have to crack. You had to change the subject. Your gaze rested on a shoebox and a bag from the store that had been eyeing you for a while.

"I didn't know the clothing stores stayed open this late," you say, forcing yourself to smile.

"They're not," he said, holding the shoebox and bag out to you. "Congratulations again on finding the last golden ticket, Barley sugar."

You took the bag and the box looking at the puzzled man. Was it a gift? Why had he done that? You opened the shoebox where the flat-heeled lace-up boots you had seen were. The most surprising thing was that they were your size. You closed the box to check the bag that contained the clothes you dreamed of buying. You looked at the surprised strange man while this one smiled.

"Wear them tomorrow, Barley sugar," he says before turning his back on you to disappear into the night. "Good night."

"Go-good night," you gape. In shock, you returned to the Bucket family cabin. You ignored your family who asked you about the packages you had. You went up to your room, joining Charlie who was sitting on the bed. The boy looked at you embarrassed.

"(Y/N)...I'm sorry about earlier," Charlie apologized in a low voice and playing nervously with his fingers.

"You had nothing to do with it," you say in the same tone. "I shouldn't have reacted like that. Maybe I overdid it."

"You're the one who found the golden ticket. I would have been mad too if someone had done that to me," he said when his attention fell on your packages. "What is it?"

"A guy I just met gave me a present," you say, showing your cousin the clothes and boots. "Look. I'll wear this tomorrow to visit the chocolate factory. You may also have some nice clothes for tomorrow."

"You mean that..."

"You seriously thought I was going to visit the chocolate factory without you?"

Charlie stood up suddenly, jumping for joy on the bed before jumping into your arms. You both laugh until Mr. Bucket comes up to the bedroom to see what's going on and to tell you to mute your grandparents. Charlie was apologizing to his dad as you put your clothes under the bed. You slipped under the covers, next to Charlie who was smiling smugly.

"Sleep, Charlie. We have to be in good shape for tomorrow."

Charlie chuckled as he pulled the blanket over his shoulder to fall asleep. You smiled seeing that Charlie was so happy. At least the day was ending on a positive note.

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sundropdaevon · 1 year

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Believe Me

[9:42] Yeonjun

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You just came home from an exhausting day from school and you find your boyfriend, Yeonjun, making a mess in your living room. He was watching Charlie’s Angels, eating popcorn while some probably fell down on the floor, and his clothes were disheveled. You’re guessing that he didn’t even bother to take a shower after he came home from his extra classes.

“Oh, you’re home,” he stood up, placing down his bowl of popcorn to come greet you.

You pushed him away, trying to play hard to get. But, seriously...you pushed him away because of his carelessness. You were somehow disappointed and frustrated. Imagine coming home from tiring classes just to be greeted by household chores to do because your dorm was untidy.

“Oh come on, I’ll clean up after anyway.” he knows what you’re disappointed at, plus points for him.

He smirks at you, but you were too busy putting away your shoes to notice it. You were just surprised to suddenly be cornered to the door to find a tall, handsome guy staring straight at you like you’re the daughter of Aphrodite. He then locked the door and placed a kiss on your neck as he went back to staring at you.

“Are you trying to take my mind away from your irresponsible character Mr. Choi?” you were teasing as you ducked down his arms to free yourself from being pinned to the door.

“Fine, I’ll clean up now. But, you better give me my cuddles after doing it!” he was practically acting like a child now that wants candy and is throwing a fit because his mother won’t give it to him.

“I doubt.”

“You best believe me!”

He quickly picked up the broom and started sweeping the place. After that, he swiped clean the table he was eating on and you couldn’t trace what he did after that. You were focused on the show that Yeonjun was watching from three minutes ago. ‘No wonder he wasn’t minding anything else, this show is really good!’ you thought, picking up the bowl of popcorn that Yeonjun placed there as well.

“I’m done, ma’am!” he saluted to you, jokingly.

You took a look at the place as he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. If you were to look at him right now, he’s smiling like he’s down bad with you. So in love. You were missing out that view until your eyes laid onto him, you started speculating his face too. You noticed the details on him like his lazy, luring eyes until the cheese powder you seem to find on the corned of his lips.

You slowly approached him and pulled him by his loose collars into a kiss. It was unintentional (it was really intentional, you could use so many ways to remove the cheese from his lips yk?), you meant well anyway. As you found the powder, you broke off the kiss. Poor boy was shocked from your sudden actions, but can’t help feel butterflies because of you.

“Iiihhh~” he was whining as he clinged to your arm while rubbing his face on it.

“What?” you tried pushing his face off of you, but there was no use, “your acting like you don’t want my kisses anymore...”

“I was just asking for a cuddle but...this will have to do ^^” he smiled with his eyes and cheekbones contrasting the pout forming on his lips.

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helluva-world-innit · 6 months

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So...they are far from perfect, but they have taken me months and I finally have these two as close to what I see in my head as I'm going to get them for now. I will just hope I improve as I draw them more or something. Digital art is also something I'm still adjusting to so...yeah. Anyway, say hey to our protags (reimagined)! Buckle up, this post got looooooong.

Charlie is the only child sired by Lucifer himself even if it's in a most unconventional way. He's essentially her father and her mother. No Lilith here, folks, sorry. I'm not Jewish and I don't feel comfortable adding her considering what Jewish folks have said about her inclusion in modern works so she's just...not appearing in this comic. A lot of this will be based on my Protestant upbringing with my Hellenic Polytheist sensibilities thrown in, just fyi.

Now, about the redesign...

I don't actually hate the redesign of Charlie in the show. Her hair is fun, her being masc-presenting is interesting, and red is actually my favorite color. However, I completely redid the Rings and like the idea of Charlie trying to unify Hell with her cause instead of just Pride Ring. She kept some of her red because Lucifer has blond/red hair in my version, depending on how much of his angelic persona drops. There's also red in her coat of many colors which is a Biblical reference as well as an extension of Charlie's ideas about Hell and how the "rainbow" of the Rings should be working together to rehabilitate Sinners instead of just torturing them and making them worse. She even made it herself from scraps of the Ringmasters' clothes, Belphagor's fleece, and an old sewing machine. Her dad hates it because it makes her look poor. They are locked in constant battle over him trying to discreetly destroy it and her salvaging it last minute. She also wears spats on her shoes. They're tap shoes because ofc they are. I let her keep her love of theater because it's cute. Lucifer secretly loves that his daughter is just as much of a showboat as he is.

JC is also Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Comic, but at least we have Charlie.

Now, some of you are probably noticing that I made Charlie darker...that's not an accident. Charlie, by the method of her birth here, has black skin. She has her father's eyes and hair. As I get better at drawing and rendering black hair, we will see it in other styles because I love some of the things black folks with more textured hair than myself do with it. I just really like the bubble braid too. It suggests thickness not a lot of people have in their hair. Charlie has had to learn how to style her hair herself a lot since Luci can barely manage some puff buns. Doesn't help that It seems to grow back as fast as it's cut so Charlie mostly trims the ends and moisturizes the hell out of it.

I think it's fitting for Charlie to have a bit extra vibrancy with demon and angelic features because she isn't mortal. At least not completely. She does have a more horrifying form with horns and eyes and wings but she hardly ever has to use it. She also has a natural charm to her she gets from her dad that makes it very hard to turn down what she suggests. Not impossible, just very unappealing. Hoping I can get to a point where her eyes aren't so scary looking but she does have cat pupils so, we'll...see.

Funny thing about Charlie is she is a bit like Elsa. Born with powers beyond comprehension, lives in an icy castle in the mountainside of the remote (only) city in her country, and was kept away from most of her citizens until her 200th birthday.

Okay, it's not a complete 1:1 here. Yes, Lucifer kept Charlie under wraps for about 200, well 50 years from his family, the other Ringmasters. The other denizens of Hell had no idea they had a princess until the events of the comic. They really aren't sure what to make of it either. Some Hellborn think they'll be able to marry into Lucifer's good graces (Sinners cannot legally marry anyone), others consider ransoming Charlie when she ventures out to start the rehab hotel (they are so painfully mistaken; everyone from her dad to her aunt Bel has taught her how to fight viciously even if it's not her preferred method of conflict resolution. to say nothing of the protective friends she gathers quickly). It also makes Charlie a little...well, naive about just how well her plans to rehab Hell are going to go. Most of what she knows about interacting with others come from pop media and her loving and protective family. It's an eye-opening experience when she strikes out on her own.

Debating on adding more black fleece to the bottom hem of her coat too. Thots? The background is just a deserted little corner of Pride Ring which is covered in snow (yes, Pride Ring is cold like in the Divine Comedy here). The orange trees in the background are courtesy of @holoanarchy for giving me the idea when I asked "what's a good color for the leaves of Hell trees?". I'll talk more about those when I post that Ring up, though.

Okay, let's talk about this lovable asshole now.

Blitz Wire has had to struggle and fight for most of the things he has in life. From the very beginning, things have been...tough for him. Imps are not the very bottom of the social ladder in my version of circus Hell, but they still make up the majority of the working class. If you've never been working class, take it from me, it sucks rocks. Sucks even more when neither of your parents were ever really successful or good with money either, as is the case with the Wires. Blitz's parents met when they were young and idealistic in Greed Ring and shortly married after a brief courtship. Beatriz (this is what I named his mom to keep with the 'B' theme), worked in a factory where they painted figurines of Mammon and the gold paint she huffed developed into Imphysema over time. She stayed sickly throughout Blitz, Barbie, and Fizz's childhood while Buckzo took over the family carnival to help put food on the table. When Beatriz could no longer work, he put the kids to it. They were happy to help and work to get noticed by Mammon so they could rake in some dough to get better medical treatment for their mother, despite the Ringmaster being the very reason she was sick in the first place (capitalism, baby!).

Blitz, as in the canon...is not very funny. Despite having a range of acrobatic tricks and being able to think and react very quickly, he just never had a knack for nor got a grasp of how to hold people's interest and make them laugh. Is what it is. Fizz was always the star of their little sideshow attraction. Barbie came as a close second with her death-defying knife acts and torture plays. Blitz just never stood out as an entertainer as the maladjusted middle child. Over time, that became a resentment. Coupled with Buckzo's disregard for him as his son, Blitz started pushing the envelope with the acts he performed.

Finally, when he was sixteen, Blitz decided he was ready to run a giant obstacle course straight out of Hell. It went about as bad as you would expect. Fizz got the brunt of the damage when he pulled his surrogate brother out of the jaws of certain death. While he was still recovering from being scalded by holy water, Blitz was fired and kicked out of the only home he'd ever known by his father. Barbie and Beatriz kept in touch, despite Buckzo's "banning" it, but Blitz spent the remainder of his teenage years on the streets of Hell, urban foraging and doing odd jobs to save up for a place away from Greed and the posters of Fizz's face as his fame grew.

I didn't really want to change much about Blitz's clothing choices since it makes sense for him to want to look professional, but also be comfortable while slicing throats and blowing people up. Also, blue and gold comes from him being from Greed and Asmo being his company's sponsor. Took away the boots and gave him proper hooves, though. Now, I didn't base the imps' lower halves on any specific ungulates, but Blitz's top half is defs based on an iguana. I want them to be more reptilian since Wrath is pretty desert-oriented and Satan is lizard-like herself. I could probs get away with making his tail a little shorter, but I'm happy with how his horns and spines turned out. He smokes this shitty brand of cigs called Blak'N'Bluz. They aren't called that because of the black filter and blue of the Hellfire they burn on, though. It's said they actually make one's lungs black and blue with one drag because they're so caustic. They're the easiest to steal as a result and the one Blitz started with so he always comes back to them.

I wanted him and Barbie to look more twin-like and I really don't care for OG Blitz's horns. As far as the pendant he's wearing goes, it never made sense to me that his mom only left him something and never left anything for her other kids (which could not be the case but we just don't know because...well, we're never given this info). Blitz and Barbie split their mother's necklace down the middle and each of them wears a piece of it. No idea what to give Fizz from her yet.

I changed Blitz's facial scars and I'll tell you why. Forget who pointed it out in the critical tag, but the type of face scar OG Blitz has would likely leave him blind, with low vision, or with no eyelid in the eye covered in that scar tissue. No matter how you slice it, his sight would be compromised. Given that I gave that particular trait to Loona and Vaggie also has an eye patch, I decided to vary him up. He's still disabled though. As another person pointed out on a totally unrelated to HB/HH post, burn scars can impact everything from self-esteem to physical movement depending on what caused them and how they heal. Due to the majority of Blitz's scarring being on his right and back, his tail and right side usually suffer some debilitating pain flares when he overworks himself. Also, migraines and trouble extending his limbs fully. Basically, he carries a bottle of percocet around (it's like demon ibuprophen; it's fine). His pain is part of why Blitz is such a cussy grump. Hard to be pleasant when you're poor, traumatized, AND hurting all the time.

I.M.P. is still a thing in this rewrite (still debating the name), but Blitz got the idea for it when he was dating Verosika (yup, that's still a thing too). She's the one who got him an in with her boss, Asmodeus. So, he has access to Asmodean crystals since the Ringmaster also liked the idea for snatching extra wicked souls early (they're a power source and, therefore, far more valuable then someone committing tax fraud or whatever) They parted on okay terms, but Blitz adopted Loona shortly after entering his 30s. Kid's gotta eat, so he expanded the business from an imp with a knife to two imps with a van full of guns. Hiring on Moxxie from his old stomping grounds of Greed, they were able to take on more clients. That led to meeting and hiring Millie. Loona comes on hunts now that she's old enough too and they all have a blast. The rest, they say, is history.

The other side of his face for ref:

Gave him a tear-shaped scar because why not? Also a horntip cap. That one is damaged and his trying to keep it from getting worse and breaking the whole tip off.

#jack is wording again #helluva redesign #hazbin redesign #blitz wire #charlie morningstar #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical

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psalm22-6 · 11 months

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Source: the Los Angeles Herald, 16 August 1902

"Say, what's become of Fatty Malloy?" "Fatty? Oh, he cracked a gofe, an' a ' collar glued him before he could blow, an' the beak handed him a ten-spot." "Poor Fatty! I'm leary that he'll croak in the stir. Say, did you hear about Dutch Charlie? He got on his upper an' I grafted a benny an' was sent to the band house." "Dutch Charlie's a dead one. What's Jimmie Burke's graft row?'" "Jlmmie's a stall for a dip. Him an' his pal got a jacket last week." Had this conversation been a real one, as it might well have been, how many readers of this article chancing to have overheard the talk, would have had the slightest inkling of its meaning? Yet there are men who use these seemingly meaningless words and phrases and convey their meaning in them more readily than in the more polite forms of every day conversation. The questions and answers that serve to introduce this article are in the language of the professional criminal — a language which is as strange and as interesting and as full of revelations as any that could engage the attention of the student. [. . .] The very nature of this language and the use to which it is put demands that it be constantly changing. Criminals use it not so much for the sake of slangy and forcible expression, but to be able to talk while in the presence of honest people without having their conversation understood. Victor Hugo recognized this fact, and in his immortal "Les Miserables" he devotes several intensely interesting chapters to the language of criminals which he calls "argot." Many attempts have been made to prepare dictionaries of the criminal's vocabulary, but the fact that this vocabulary is so variable must always make the attempt a failure. Police officers try to keep themselves informed as to the changes In this remarkable language and in Kansas City none has been more successful in doing so, probably, than Detective Charles Sanderson. [. . .] The following list, however, contains, in addition to those already given, some of the most commonly used terms: Bilked—Fooled. Brltch—Front trousers pocket. Boobie hatch—Police station. Bit—Share. Caught up—To confess. Cold—Dead. Chop—To stop. Croaker—Doctor. Bum or phoney—Spurious gems or Jewelry. Crack—To make an assertion. Case—A dollar. Cup—To take. Cuducer—A conductor. Ditch—To throw away. Dummy—Bread. Dog—Sausage. Down below—Alluding to the penitentiary. Duck—A can of beer; to get away. Dick—Sheriff, constable or officer of any kind. Damper—Money drawer. Boost—To shoplift. Dan—Dynamite. Ducket—A ticket. Dos—A bed. Derby—A good haul. Elbow—A detective; also a bull; a harness bull is a uniformed officer. Fall money—Money put up for a man in trouble. Framed up—To make complete arrangements. Frisk—Search. Flag—To stop. Front—A good showing. Flash roll—Bills wrapped around paper to make a big showing, used by confidence men. Got it all—Life imprisonment. Gam—A leg. Glim—Spectacles. Gun—A thief. Gun. cannon or dip—A pickpocket Goods—Money. Hop—Opium. Hotel man—A hotel thief. Hooker—Woman thug. Hopscotching—Taking chances. Heel—A sneak thief. Holster—A shoplifter. Hoof—To walk. Instrument—One who picks the pockets of a man. John O'Brien—A freight train. Jug—A bank. Jerve—A vest pocket. James—A jimmy, a small crowbar. Knockout—A drug dope. Knocker—One who interferes. Kicks—Shoes. Kick—A pocket. Knowledge box—A college. Kangarooed—Given a false trial. Kip—To sleep. Leather—A pocketbook. Lam—To run.

#les miserables #kinda #argot #california collection #lm irl #les mis

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barcatchatter · 2 years

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Do it Mod. Tell it to us straight! (hehe, straight :p)

You've been warned hehehe..

**MOD TALKING**

Ok! I'm gonna brief it all up the best I fucking can.

Charlie looks like she's fucking cosplaying a female version of Alastor with her fucking new outfit. The full suit of the light red, borderline pink is not working for her cheerful ass. Maybe if it was just the top and different pants then sure, it could work better. But I fucking hate how it is. Her hair looks better but I don't know if i love or hate how her eyes look now. I feel this is just a subtle hint that they're gonna make her have a stupid fucking crush on Alastor and it pisses me off.

As for Alastor, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE TAIL?! I demand to know that fucking doe has a fucking tail and I refuse to believe anything else. And what the fuck is with the picture anyways?! He didn't even have his full body! And his hair is more on the pinker tone to it too which is fucking bullshit. The original solid red was much better. And I don't know how to feel about the white on his suit. Cause, unless his shoes are matching or some shit then it doesn't go really. But we will find out.

Angel. No. His gloves are bullshit. If you have to be asked if his lower arms are his gloves or his skin then that's just poor editing on your part. Yeah, we know they're gloves now but still. Least they finally got his fucking tooth right! But he needs more pink and less salmon color to his outfits. Make the fucking clothes work! It's not that hard!

Vaggie so far is the best change. I'm glad they kept her in a skirt and I find it funny people are so excited about how she's now "the pirate queen". I love what they did to her hair and I'm SOOOO happy they made that change but I don't feel she needs leggings. I like the gloves but I think they could also work if they were shorter. Either way, I can see her being the manager of the hotel. So far, she's had the best changes added to her.

And if you all have different opinions then fuck off with them cause I don't wanna hear about it cause I didn't fucking ask. You asked for mine. I didn't ask for yours. There. Ya fucking happy?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel ask #thanks for the ask!#ask blog #ask me anything #ask me stuff #hazbin husk #hazbin art #mod question #mod

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fizzing-saturn · 3 months

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SECONG TO LAST LIVE FEED!!! hazbin ep 7!!

- Titless

- protect your girlfriend vag!!’

- alastor….

- true father/big brother figure

- HE KICKING HE HOOVES

- oh she is DISTRESSED

- shes feeling betrayed… sad girl moment

- “ I kNoW SoMeThInG YoU dOnT KnOw”

- a deal?!?!

- a favour?!?!!?

- OH HER HORNNSNS

- granted secret knowledge

- CARMILLA?? MOTHERS COMING BACK

- CHARLIE NOO

- “are tou fucking high”

- its going down,, im yelling “timbberr”

- CANNOBAL TOWWNNNN

- CANNIIIBALLLL TOOOOWMWNNWWNN

- WHO IS SHEEE

- Ace ALASTOR CANNON.

- ROSIE GORGOUES

- SHES SO NICCEEE

- pinky fingers! yum yumm

- they gonna go boot camp on these sillies

- MOXIEE??? HELLUVA BOSS REFERENCEE

- vaggie.. bad tacticss

- “No.”

- FIGHTING for her GIRLFRIEND

- BIG HANDS on there side!!

- ~*SPARKLE*~

- …susan,,, hrrr…

- - SUSAN.

-“LEAVE before i EAT those BIG ASS EYS of yours”

- the girls are SPARRING

- “you have a giant X over tour eye and wield an angelic spear. its not rocket science”

- SHE GOT FIGHTING SHOE??

- lOOOOoooOoOOoOve

- LOOoOoOOOOoooOve

- WINGGG

- WING!!!??!

- WINGG

- rosie is the fun aunt!!

- poor charlie,, shes so confused. i dont like this kind of angst

- does rosie have some hidden backstory?? what did she doo thats hurt the ones she lovess??!?

- MUSICAL THEATRE

- “LIKE HUMAN FLESH?!”

- YESS GIRL!! RALLY that crowd!!!

- ~SPARKLE~

- THIS IS HER MOMENT.

- they are her aunt and uncle

- i love these cannibalss

- the fortificationsss

- pussssssssssssiessssss

- my favorite character is fred

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missblissy · 3 years

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hi!! how are you??

if you are still accepting applications, I could ask you for a headcanon for Alastor x fem! reader, where the reader is the daughter of another capital sin (similar to what Charlie is), she may be the daughter of satan, but she is calm, kind and even a little shy but still knows how to defend herself. maybe he meets her when she goes to visit Charlie at the hotel, she doesn't believe in redemption, but she knows there are people who can be kind and still be sent to hell, please?? 👋👋

((Not a problem Nonny!! Sorry for the wait :') This one took me a little longer than the others to do. Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoy!!))

Not many people knew your name, nor that you even existed. You preferred to keep it that way. It made it easier to mingle amongst the rest of hell without them fearing you. At some point, anyone would get tired of people running from them in fear. Sure it was funny at first. Now it was just a little sad. But thankfully, with time, people forgot anything about you. Which was foolish on their part really, because who would forget about the daughter of Satan himself? Sure, you were daddy's little princess, the precious hell child born from the blood of angels.

But you had one friend, a childhood friend that spanned back hundreds of years. Charlie was an odd one but she amused you with her quirky personality. It was hard for you to visit though, you lived in the frozen wastelands in the center of hell, trapped by miles of mountains encasing your father's castle in the hunk of ice that prevented him from leaving. Little did he let you leave either seeing as how important you were to his legacy. However, when you had the chance to leave, you would.

And that's how you found yourself in a much different version of hell than you remembered. Pride had changed a lot in the last few decades since you were there. You heard a rumor that Charlie had moved back into the dank old hotel that her parents use to run ages ago. Something about reforming sinners into redemption, whatever it was it sounded stupidly impossible and not worth the effort. You wouldn't tell her that though, you'd just support her in whatever crazy idea she had this time.

You found the hotel eventually. The second you walked in the door you were already met with chaos. Tenants scattered the halls and others filled a bar you didn't remember being there before. Some people argued with one another over little things, others passed the time by watching the argument.

"Why Hello~!" You spun around and saw a man standing behind you. His demonic smile gave of a faint glow as he grinned at you, "I don't think I've ever seen you here before? Come for some cheap pseudo-science and false redemption attempts as well?”

The way he asked made you giggle behind your hand. What an odd way to ask such a question, "No," You chuckled, and toyed with the idea of excitement that this poor fool didn't know who you were, "I just came for a visit." You told him.

The man stared at you, gazing at you up and down. From your shoes to the way your hair curled above your head, "You aren't from around here, are you?" He asked, but before you could answer he asked again, "You must have recently died, I'm guessing?"

Again you laughed at his lack of knowledge as to just exactly who you were. You were going to tell him but you were interrupted by a yell. You both turned your gaze across the hotel lobby. Across the way was Charlie, with stars in her eyes and waving her hands like a freak.

"(Y/n)!!" She cheered before rushing over. The next words out of Charlie's mouth were enough to make the grin of this man fall so low that you could barely call it a smile, "I can't believe you made it out of The Frozen Lake! How long did it take you to get here all the way from the center of Hell?"

First, you laughed at the shock on his face, then gracefully giggled and said nonchalantly, "It only took a few days. You know how my father is, though. I had to put up a strong fight to convince him to let me leave for a while."

Charlie noticed who you were standing with, and smiled, "Oh! You've met Alastor!" Then she dramatically gasped, "Oh!!" She exclaimed again, "You haven't been here for... what? A hundred years, right?" You nodded your head, "Then you haven't been around to meet Al then!"

There was a sudden silence that fell over the three of you. Charlie was mostly oblivious to it, but you felt a sinister joy and let a horrid grin grow on your face as you watched Alastor connect the dots and do the math in his head. The realization that he was talking to the daughter of Satan nearly blew him over. He had to plaster a new stronger smile on his face to replace the stunned one.

You held your hand out to Alastor, "The Radio Demon, right?" You've heard stories of him before. He cleared his throat and did a little fix-up of his bowtie. He took your hand soon after and firmly gave it a shake, "I prefer Alastor, these days." He gave a firm dig of his claws before he let go of your hand. You ignored his microaggressions and smirked at him, knowing you were superior to him no matter what he thought.

"Oh, yes I remember," You teased, "I heard you were retired now,, right?" You could practically see the glass shatter in his eyes. You had gotten deeply under his skin in a matter of seconds. It was obvious that you were jabbing at his ego.

Charlie let out a weak laugh and shyly chuckled out, "Ahaha--..uuhhh... W-why don't I give you a tour, (Y-Y/n)!" You took this as a chance to leave Alastor there. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction to defend himself or to egg him on any further. You made it very clear that you were above him at this point, and that he was nothing but dirt at your feet. As you walked away, you gave a little glance over your shoulder, peering at Alastor with that frustrated and forced smirk on his lips. Oh, how you thought to yourself, you were going to enjoy visiting this silly little hotel.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #Overlord!reader #kinda #Royal!reader #thats more like it #headcanons #alastor x you #ask #anon #nonny

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theultimatewritingsimp88 · 2 years

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RYOMA HOSHI X VOCALIST S/O

(ijusttookatestandfeellikeicanconqueretheworld)

🎾You were known through our the world for your voice. Gaining a mass following, becoming a vocal coach, and even mimic other people's voices perfectly.

🎾Your talent was a blessing and a curse. You could sing and move a crowd to tears. Or use your talent to help solve crimes.

🎾However, when joining hope's peak, you hid your talent. You invested your time in other hobbies, which you accelled in all of them, but sometimes you sing to yourself.

🎾when Ryoma hears your voice, he thought he was hearing an angel.

🎾 you were singing Dangerously by Charlie Puth and GOD where you good.

🎾Ryoma only stands there as you sing your whole heart out. When you turn around though, it you could only blush.

🎾 Ofcorse being the gentleman that he is, he introduces himself. Like I said before... He is a flirty cassanova.

🎾He spends most of his time listening to you and talking with you. He also flirts but you flirt back, leaving him stunned. Poor thing.. you pulled his heartstrings(again😏).

🎾NO SADNESS ONLY FLUFF.

��your research lab is a recording booth, with music sheets stacked in shelves and surrounding the ground below.

🎾This man kisses you without any notice. He kisses your hand, cheek, lips, forehead, even at one point kissing your neck, where your vocal cords located. (Yes I know the throat) he thinks it's sweet and funny but little did he know, you thought the same, until he heard a squeak coming from you and you had to "get rid" of a witness. (You throw a shoe at him)

🎾you love him though so you cuddle and kiss him back.

SPOILERS AHEAD.

🎾you watched sadly as your friends drop like flies. But that didn't make you fall into despair. You and Ryoma was left, along with Kazuichi, Kiyotaka, Gonta, Fuyuhiko, Tsumugi and Sakura. (I MADE IT A LARGER CROUD.)

🎾 Infact you decided to become the vocalist you used to be. You listened to Monokuma voice and were able to find out who caused this horrendous nightmare.

🎾You informed Ryoma of the mastermind and then informed the others of the plan.

🎾 The group found the hidden truth and began the trial. After Tsumugi was found out , you all watched as the school was destroyed.

(I KNOW IT SOUNDED SHIT BUT I LIKED IT OK)

(Also here is a gif of what it would be like if acrobatic S/o was playing playing with Caramello )

#ryoma hoshi #Hoshi Ryoma #ryoma hoshi x vocalist S/o #caramello is at it again #into the trash i go #HOSHI SIMPS UNITE

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interlagosed · 2 years

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Hello! A couple of thoughts i had about the kids cause I’m in love with them. Imma just drop those here and go:

-I believe you mentioned Lan being a linguist or interested in linguistics. So I think this kid will have a field day if they went to the paddock with the amount of multi-lingusts there. And I noticed people who grew up bi/multilinguals are usually more capable of picking up other languages easily or at least getting the feel of it quicker. So imagine Lan, Aurelia or any of the kids roaming around then coming back to Lando and throwing a couple of sentences at him and he’s like “???” Only for Daniel to go “That’s dutch. I had two teammates that can speak it I know that shit. One of the sentences is I love you but not sure about the rest.” Like they will just leave for a bit and come back with a few sentences of some random language and Lando thinking “this feels like a foreshadowing of some sort”

-Pretty much most of the drivers will try to dress the kids in their team’s merch. Lando will go through the paddock with the twins in a stroller, and by the end of it they’re wearing #16 Ferrari jackets, red bull caps, aston martin shoes and their honey badger plushes somehow are holding tiny Mercedes cars now..

-Maybe they enjoy uncle Charlie playing the piano! Maybe he tries to teach them or they just like to mess around with it when he finally convinces the parents to babysit sometimes. The kids are just randomly pressing keys and pretending to play and it’s all just fun! When they get sleepy he actually plays them their favorite lullabies and they fall asleep to it.

-whoever the most chaotic kid is, they’re gonna get along really well with uncle daniel. Carlando will ask him to babysit and when they come back everything is ok. But when they chat with the kids about their day and it’s “- and then we ate dinner and then we build a volcano and the lava reached the roof and then we had ice cream an-“ “WAIT WAIT! You did what?!” “We had ice cr-“ “before that?!” Angelic responsible kid “in my defense, I tried to stop them”

-We established that Allegra took the racing gene, would it show that she have the eye and the intuition for it? Like if as a kid she’s chilling in the mclaren garage watching the race with everyone and she goes “hum, this driver took the turn too wide and breaked too late. That’s gonna cost him time. Oop and he just wasted an overtaking opportunity tsk tsk” andreas and zak will look at her and be “we got dibs on this one. Let Ferrari know that.”

Maybe when she’s a bit older she challenges Charles to a Monaco race on the sim and she wins. Next day Carlos meets Charles with the biggest proud papa grin ever and Charles just greets him with “Not. A word, Sainz” or is it Norris-Sainz? “My baby girl bea-“ “I SAID NOT A WORD!”

I AM SCREAMING I LOVE ALL OF THESE SO SO SO SO MUCH more (many, many more) thoughts under the cut oh my god. I love the Norris-Sainz household. I should make sims of them.

1. I think a year or so after Lan is born, Lando retires but he and Carlos still occasionally haunt the paddocks in the way all former F1 drivers do LMAO so yes, absolutely, all of the kids (except poor Allegra - I mean, she is genetically Lando's daughter, so it checks out) are pretty damn good at languages. Even though they never check Lan's paternity, Carlos and Lando privately agree Lan's most likely Carlos' child because of the ease with which they learn languages. But yes absolutely Lan is EXCEPTIONAL with languages, and they love love love being paddockside for exactly that reason. Even though the bulk of their translation work is for negotiations/diplomatic summits, they do translation work at FIA events "for fun." You can't kill that motorsport gene.

2. I am obsessed with this idea. Allegra and Charlie become a battleground for team PR. Everyone wants the Norris-Sainz babies sporting their merch. Carlos is a little affronted because he spent a lot of time matching outfits with the kids, only to have them be covered in clothes. People are like "Please, it's just for a photo!"

Caco, not jokingly, suggests that Carlos and Lando carry around a non-disclosure form to make sure the kids don't end up on some F1 team's Instagram. They still do, of course - and once Andreas and Zak catch wind that Allegra is a racing prodigy, Carlos and Lando have to ask the teams to take down pictures of her in non-McLaren merch LMAO. (There's an exception for Ferrari, of course - Carlos insists). Charles absolutely lays claim to Charlie ("he iz mai namesake, oui?" "charles he's CARLOS' namesake" "ah zen wai iz his name shar-lee?" "i hate you so fucking much") until Charlie is old enough to share his parents' penchant for bullying Charles. They're still incredibly close, and Charlie really treasures all the #16 merch he has. Allegra has a million honey badgers. Lan rocks their #5 and #44 merch.

3. Uncle Charles is definitely responsible for a lot of the kids "culturedness." Allegra doesn't have the patience (see below), but Charlie, Lan, and Aurelia all love Charles' piano playing. I think I've mentioned this before, but Charles is the reason Carlos and Lando find out that Charlie is a naturally talented baker/chef - Charlie WRECKS Charles' kitchen one time when he's 10 because he wants to bake muffins for everyone and while Lando and Carlos are apologizing profusely to Charles, he just takes a bite of the muffin and goes "wait shut ze fack up and eat zis." Charles takes the kids to the FANCIEST, most EXPENSIVE restaurants; which, in fairness, only Charlie appreciates. Carlos and Lando work hard to bring up the kids comfortably but as normally as they can. Charles is dedicated to undoing their efforts. They have several VERY expensive presents held in trust for the kids (from both Charles and, it has to be said, Lewis). "A six month old girl doesn't need diamond studs." "Well until she tells me that herself, you can just hold onto those."

4. Uncle Daniel isn't allowed to babysit the children, and he CERTAINLY isn't allowed to babysit Allegra. They bring out each other's worst tendancies. See also Fernando, who has appointed himself as Allegra's godfather (he is not). Charlie gets VERY stressed when Uncle Daniel is around. Everything you said is completely spot-on.

5. I think Carlos and Lando have a serious conversation about this before they have the twins. They're like "Listen, we're not going to force our kids into racing. It's not fair to them to have that pressure." Carlos feels very strongly about this in particular. Now imagine their shock when one of the other drivers sends Allegra and Charlie a toddler-friendly toy car that they can ride around in and Allegra, at all of 2 and half, starts doing donuts. "Haha, what a coincidence," Lando says, while hyperventilating. Fernando takes them karting one time without telling Carlos and Lando. They get sent a video of Allegra absolutely wiping the floor with everyone's ass (Charlie comes second, but he's not quite as excited as Allegra is - it was fun, he had a good time, that's about it). "Haha, what a coincidence," Carlos says, ignoring Fernando's multiple phone calls.

Then Carlos takes the kids trackside while they're still very young (Lan is strapped to Carlos' chest) to watch one of daddy's races. Allegra, uncharacteristically quiet the entire time, watches her daddy race, and then says, "He didn't use the racing line, that's why he almost spun there."

Carlos just buries his face in Lan's curls and tries not to cry. They receive several calls from several different team principles that night.

They never wanted to admit to themselves what a dream come true this is, but later, they hold each other and kiss and cry because they, in their heart of hearts, wanted the racing tradition to continue in some small way. And Allegra is a true prodigy; the daughter of two champions - what else could she be? All the kids are talented drivers, but Allegra has the hunger for it. There was nothing else in the world she wanted to be.

[Note: Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris-Sainz. They both agree Carlos Norris-Sainz sounds a little weird. The kids are all Norris-Sainzes.]

#carlandads #holy shit this is so long #ENJOY #hibi answers #carlando headcanons

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blouisparadise · 3 years

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis is pining for Harry. We hope you’ll enjoy this list. We also have a mutual pining rec list here and we will have a pining Harry rec list eventually. Happy reading!

1) Down On Your Knees, You Don’t Look So Tall | Explicit | 3445 words

Louis and Harry are friends, and best ones at that. Louis loves Harry more fiercely more than he's ever loved anyone, so he doesn't really have a problem with it when they start doing this thing. this wonderful, wonderful thing.

2) You Had Me At Hello | Explicit | 4529 words

Louis works in the shop next to Harry's cupcake shop. Louis pines after Harry until he goes into a heat and Harry finally catches up.

3) Just Like Live Wires | Explicit | 5427 words

Harry climbs into Louis’ bed when he’s cold. Louis pines.

4) Something To Live For | Mature | 5535 words

After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they're mates, Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he's found his 'one' in a human girl named Teresa. Wanting only happiness for Harry, Louis accepts that it just wasn't meant to be and decides it's time to let go of the immortal life.

5) Five Times Harry Styles Was Jealous | Mature | 6184 words

Harry's jealous all the time but there were five times that definitely stand out. Five times that changed Louis and Harry's relationship.

6) On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine | Explicit | 9261 words

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

7) Let The Beating Waves Come Drag Me Down | Explicit | 9447 words

“Just try it, the worst thing that could ever happen it’s that you won’t like it” Niall had told him. And there he was, on the way to one of these pubs created for perverts, willing to break up the routine to try something new, something that terrified as much as excited him.

One night to get swept up in passion, one night to let the devil get in.

"Tonight, I’m going to make you scream of ecstasy Louis,” he said with a raspy voice full of control, making him tremble with anticipation.

8) Got It Right Such A Long Time Ago | Explicit | 9699

There are a lot of people Harry might expect to find on his doorstep at three o’clock in the afternoon these days.

It could be the delivery man, come to drop off the pair of boots Harry impulsively ordered online last week. It could be one of his neighbors, dropping by to complain about how a party he’d thrown weeks ago had clogged up the street. It could also be any number of his friends in L.A., who stop by unannounced most days to mooch off Harry’s food or whisk him away to try some new yogurt shop.

As a rule, it definitely cannot be Louis Tomlinson, although Harry’s blinked at least three times now, and it’s still Louis standing there, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel bag at his feet.

9) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10232 words

Nice guys always finish last.

10) Call If You Need Me | Explicit | 10770 words

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

11) Love Is Like This; Not A Heartbeat, But A Moan | Explicit | 13150 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

12) Just Let Me | Mature | 14714 words

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

13) We’re the New Romantics | Explicit | 16054 words

Alternatively, a high school au where Louis pines and Harry is not who he seems to be. Featuring peanut butter banana milkshakes, motorcycles, and first times.

14) Wait For Me (To Come Home) | Explicit | 16066 words

A future fic of time stamps where Louis finally comes to grips with a love he'd denied for too long.

15) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do.

In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

16) I Wanna Be More Than Friends | Not Rated | 20721 words

The one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

17) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

18) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

19) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Mature | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

20) Where The Lights Are Beautiful | Mature | 31170 words

The accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

21) Mark My Word (We Gon’ Be Alright) | Explicit | 35524 words

"He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that."

22) Before We Knew | Explicit | 39831 words

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

23) Eyes Off You I Explicit | 39396 words

A Charlie’s Angels inspired fic where Louis is the brains, Harry is the charm, Liam is the muscle, and Niall drives the getaway car - and Zayn is there, too. sometimes.

24) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (Nut Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42074 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

25) Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches | Explicit | 46625 words

A Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

26) Underneath The Moon | Mature | 46927 words

In five years’ time, Louis would be the one saying to his students about how he knew the great Harry Styles, in a time before he had ever put out an album or performed on a real stage. Harry fucking Styles had been his best friend and he still loved him, he always would. But they couldn’t stay that way.

27) The Sidelines | Explicit | 47078 words

Note: There are mentions of Top Louis.

Or Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can’t stand one another, since they can’t keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other.

28) Waiting For The Tides To Meet | Explicit | 59873 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

29) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

30) Inevitable | Explicit | 185917 words

AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #larry #pining louis #blp fic recs #blp

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billiewena · 3 years

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for the 100k fic celebration, here a portion of the “what if 10x05 had a sastiel agenda?” AKA lil shit sam/jealous dean destiel fic I first shared a while back! been having a lot of fun basically rewriting and expanding on the entire musical episode with new songs (and lots of cute kristen & siobhan moments because OF COURSE they’re still a couple.) it was really encouraging to see the positive response to it back then and it's been taking forever because of work/other writing but I’m so excited to have this one be the first full-length fics I ever post.

It starts with costumed teenagers locked in a tight embrace with absolutely no room for Jesus.

“What are they doing?”

Marie glances over her shoulder for only a brief second.

“Kids these days call it hugging,” she says slowly. Geez, it would’ve been less insulting for her to just outright say Wow, you’re old.

Except it’s not just any of the show’s stars hugging over there. One of them is the “Dean” who’d been mid-rehearsal when they arrived and looked more like Bieber than him with the blonde wig. And the other? Well, he would recognize that Columbo coat anywhere.

“Is that in the show?” he asks, pointing their way.

Marie quickly shakes her head at the accusation. “Oh, no. Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in a real life.”

He nods and lower his hand. Got it. That’s all it was. Everything’s fine. Nothing to worry about—

“No, my play explores the nature of Sastiel.”

“The — wait, what?” he says, confused at once.

“Sastiel?” Marie pauses, giving him a second to figure it out. He doesn’t. “You know, the relationship between Sam and Castiel?”

Dean blinks.

“Sam and…C-Cas?”

“I know, I know. Edlund’s series never finished. I’m lucky I got these drafts. Ugh, it’s Midnight Sun all over again. But the love story is all in the subtext,” she says with confidence. “Can you believe there are people who still think Destiel is endgame? After everything that happened after the angels fell? After Gadreel? Please.”

He silently sounds out the word. Des-tiel? Wait…

“Ever since Cas came back from the dead and took on Sam’s pain, I knew. I just knew. Every one of their arcs had been parallel to each other’s from their fall from grace to the trials. And now with Dean gone, all they have…is each other.”

Marie sighs. “Besides, you can’t spell subtext without S-E-X.”

He coughs and nearly chokes on an asteroid-sized lump in his throat.

“I…uh. Yeah, th-that’s not…you know, I think I’ve seen enough,” Dean says with a forced smile. “Thank you for your, ah, time. I’ll, uh, we’ll follow up if we have questions about the missing persons case. I—alright.”

And with that he purses his lips, turns on his heel and walks away — nearly tripping over one of the stage chords as he does. Why are there are so many of them anyways? This is just some all-girls school production, not the goddamn West End.

He finds Sam in his natural nerd habitat (the tech booth) sifting through all the bins of A/V supplies.

“Yeah, not to interrupt the blast from the past here but it’s time for us to go,” he says, patting the door.

His brother shoots him an annoyed look but packs up and follows him out all the same. Not that Dean bothers to wait for him; no, he makes a beeline for the car as soon as he leaves the booth.

“Hey, what’s with the rush?” Sam calls after him as he runs to catch up with him at the school entrance.

“No rush,” he says shortly. “Just wanted to see what you found out before you got too lost in the nerd sauce over there.”

He doesn’t need to look back to know he’s on the receiving end of a Classic Sam Bitchface right now and continues to stomp his way through the parking lot.

“Well, no EMF, no hex bags. None of their props are remotely hinky. Talked to Maeve and all those extras in the auditorium.” Sam finally catches up and walks side-by-side with him now. “You have any more luck?”

“Nah. Ms. Chandler's office is just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's probably just face down in a bar somewhere. Or a ditch. I did get to hear all about the director’s, ah, creative vision though,” Dean says, teeth gritted. “Apparently we go into space, I become a woman, and there’s even ninjas and robots!”

“Robots. Huh. Well, that’d definitely be a new one.”

“There’s no robots in Supernatural—”

“I-I know that,” Sam says in exasperation. “I just mean it’s, y’know, innovative. And Dean we’ve fought weirder. Remember the teddy bear? The fairies? The ballet shoes?”

“Well, you just wait until you hear about what she in store for you, Lover Boy,” he says.

And that makes Sam do an instant double-take.

“Uh, Lover Boy?”

“Yeah, your number one fan back there —” he says, gesturing back towards the school, “— was telling me all about the play’s, uh, love story between you and Cas. You got something you’ve been meaning to tell me or what?”

“The love story? Wait, what do you mean me and Cas?”

Dean scoffs, already in utter disbelief of the words he was about to say. “Like you and Cas, together. Together together? Romance of the ages the way she made it sound. Apparently it’s all in her play!”

To his surprise though, Sam just… laughs. “Well, I mean hey, that’s an improvement from the ones who wrote about me and you.”

“You got that right,” he agrees with a shudder. Meeting one Becky the Stalker was bad enough. Knowing she wasn’t alone and that she had an audience made it even worse. “She even had a portmanteau for you, dude. Like you’re some celebrities in a grocery store tabloid. Sass-tiel.”

“Sass-tiel?” He seems to seriously consider it but shrugs. “I don’t know. What about… Samstiel? CasSam? Cam? Mmm, maybe not that…”

Dean groans. “Really? That’s your issue with this?”

“Of course it’s not my issue,” Sam says. He stays pensive for a few more seconds until chuckling again to himself this time, as if he’s the only one in on a private joke. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Cas is great but…”

“Not your type?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam says. No, it’s definitely more than that and he’s doing a piss-poor job of hiding his amused expression.

Dean turns and stares him down. “What?”

“I dunno,” he says, his smirk fully visible now. “I just think it’s funny they’re pairing me up with Cas when the one with the ‘profound bond’ with him is right there.”

“Oh, haha. You’re hilarious,” Dean retorts at once.

“Hey man, I’m not the one who stayed in Purgatory for a year to find him.”

His glare takes on a murderous edge.

“Okay. You know what? You’re going to do that thing where you just shut the hell up! Forever!”

Sam holds up his hands in either what’s either a show of innocence or surrender.

“Alright, alright. Well, other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all I got nothing.”

“So…what?” Dean says. “This-this all... This whole musical thing, everything, it's... it's all a coincidence? There is no case?”

“Unless you're seeing something I'm not, no, Dean. There's no case here,” he says sincerely this time.

“Come on. This has classic Trickster vibes all over it.” He almost wants to turn around and start yelling, Come on out Gabriel you bastard!

“Trickster’s dead, man. And he wasn’t just a trickster, he was an archangel. And they’re all gone too.”

“Could be a lower-rank angel?” Dean tries. “I mean, Zachariah pulled off an entire apocalypse world. And that place where we were both corporate drones. Before you know it, this’ll get all Buffy and it’ll be me and you singin’ and dancin’—“

“Dean…I think it’s just fans. Look, as long as they’re not putting another love spell on one of us I couldn’t really care less what they’re doing,” Sam says with some bitterness, clearly not looking back at that particular memory with any fondness. “Just writing some songs? I mean, it’s innocent enough.”

“Oh yeah, so innocent,” he scoffs. “They’re singing about our dead parents, your demon blood bender, the apocalypse, all of it! This is just…it’s make-believe for them! But it’s our lives!”

Sam runs a tired hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t get it either man. I wasn’t exactly thinking about the books’ entertainment value while Chuck was describing my sex life in vivid detail—“

“Don’t remind me,” he says, holding up a hand in disgust.

“—but I dunno. There’s obviously something about it they connected to, right? Something they related to, something that moved them, inspired them? And I guess…I mean, what’s wrong with that?”

There is so, so much wrong with that.

“I don’t know what story they’re reading and what Sam and Dean they’re ‘connecting’ to here. But it sure as hell ain’t us. I mean…they even made me blonde, dude.”

“It’s a high school play, what can you expect?” Sam laughs. “It was probably the closest wig they could find at Party City.”

Dean ignores him, muttering aloud as he makes his way to the driver’s seat.

“The hair…the singing…the robots… the love story…”

“You really were bothered by that, weren’t you?” Sam gives his brother a curious look.

“SUPERNATURAL ISN’T A ROMANCE!” Dean snaps. “Look, these girls obviously don’t know what they’re talking about—“

“I dunno, Dean,” Sam said in a clearly taunting voice now. “Maybe you’re just jealous of what me and Cas have.”

He flushes. “W-what? I-I’m not—“

“We could give you two a name too, y’know? So you don’t feel left out? What about…Dee-stiel? CasDean?”

And he refuses to entertain this conversation any longer.

“Shut your face! Get in the car!”

Thankfully Sam notices the shift in tone and obliges at once.

Dean, meanwhile, takes a moment outside the car to glance around — almost as if checking to see if anyone overheard that comment. Not that it mattered. Who could overhear? No one even knew they were THE Sam and THE Dean. Who cared? He certainly didn’t care. He didn’t care at all...

(to be continued)

#if you were one of the people who offered to beta read back in march know I WILL be reaching out to because I need it lol #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #fanfic #spn 10x05 #also this is a given but if you did want to be tagged when this is posted hmu!#been having so much fun with this especially with writing the new songs #also tbh the musical itself is the closet I will get to writing a sam & cas fic so that's been fun too lol #ESPECIALLY because then I can immediately add dean's reaction to it which is typically 'time to walk straight off the stage'#it's also fun to write a s10 fic since I'm a 'dean's been in love since s8 at least' truther #anyways new to this and my untreated adhd means I make a gazillion typos/take forever to work on things/get distracted by new ideas but #literally every positive comment on that first post is the reason why I'm still workin' at it

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bleachanimefan1 · 3 years

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Oblitus Part 37

Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog

26 Days Until Extermination...

Michael sitting on the couch as he was taking a break, while he was placing his blessing over the hotel. Charlie walked into the lobby to see that he was sulking about something.

"Michael, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I feel like I'm just a burden to everyone," he told her. Charlie's eyes widen and she smiled, nervously.

"No, you're not!" she tried to reassure him. Michael turned to her.

"Oh, really? Then what about the time I tried to cook but almost burned down the hotel?" he pointed out.

"Uh?"

"Or what about that other time, when I tried to greet the clients but had a nervous breakdown after I told them the wrong thing."

"Okay, so you're having a little bit of bad luck," Charlie told him. "We just need to find something that suits you." Charlie thought for a moment, before an idea came to her.

"Hey, how about you help put up signs for the hotel?" Charlie suggested, smiling.

"I'd be happy to, my favorite niece!" Micheal answered, happily. "I will not let you down!"

"I'm your only niece, Michael." the princess laughed and she handed the posters to him.

Michael took them from her and headed towards the front door, opening it. As he walked outside, Michael stopped when he heard a whimpering sound. He looked down and he squealed in delight to see a puppy with brown hair and a black spot on it's right eye.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked as he smiled, picking up the dog. "Are you by yourself?" He saw that there was no collar on it. It must be a stray. As he examined closer, Michael noticed that the puppy looked a little bit malnourished as he felt the dog's rib cage as he held it. The poor thing must be starving! He must do something about this! Michael looked around to see if there was anyone around the he turned back towards the front door and opened it, setting the puppy down on the floor.

"I'll be back in just a minute. I have to do something real quick," Michael said. "In the meantime, stay right there and I'll get you something to eat." The puppy let out a small bark in response as it started to headed straight towards him.

"Stay," Michael ordered. The puppy stopped as it stared up at him then plopped down on it's butt, wagging it's tail.

"Good dog," Michael smiled, closing the door.

The puppy looked around the lobby and began to wander around, sniffing things like the plants and furniture, having an accident on a few of them, and chewing on some of the legs on the chairs and tables. Next, it headed over towards Husk's bar, accidentally knocking over some expensive bottles and glass containers then happily ate some of the cherries that were in a bowl. Then, it began to wander further down the hallway, just as Husk came back only to see broken glass and other debris everywhere, as well as the half eaten bowl of cherries.

"I'm gonna kill that pig," Husk grumbled, angrily.

The doors to the elevator opened as a client walked inside of it, not noticing the puppy as did. The elevator stopped at a floor and the two got off, going separate ways. The dog stopped at an cracked door, curious, and pushed it open, walking into the room. Anna was sitting on the bed, with a towel draped around her, as she got out of the shower and was drying and brushing her hair. She didn't see the dog as she bent her head down, her hair covering her face, to dry the back of her head. The dog noticed her shirt and jeans lying on the bed and walked over and tugged them off. They fell on top of it as the dog wriggled it's way out of the pile.

It dragged Anna's shirt and jeans along with it, outside of her room, just as she flipped her hair back, to see them missing.

"Alastor!" she shouted, angrily.

The puppy discarded her clothes in a random room as it walked in to see Charlie and Vaggie talking to each other.

"I still can't believe that my father would do this to me?" the princess sighed. "I mean, I know that he was completely against my hotel idea, but I didn't think that he would stoop to this."

"Hey, hon," Vaggie said to her. "Look on the bright side, your hotel is becoming more famous and well known now that more sinners are redeeming themselves."

"That's true!" Charlie smiled but then it began to drop a bit. Vaggie noticed that there was something still bothering her.

"What is it?" she asked. Charlie sighed and looked at her.

"What about you? Don't you want to leave too?" she asked. Vaggie's eyes widen. "I mean, if you do, then I won't stop you-"

Vaggie stopped her. "Hon, I'm not going anywhere." she told her as took Charlie's hand, holding it.

"Oh, Vaggie," Charlie cried. Vaggie wiped away some of her tears with her thumb.

"Now, stop with the water works," she smiled. "Can't have the hotel's owner looking like this."

Charlie smiled and wiped her eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you,"

"Well, I can think of a few things we can do?" Vaggie smirked. Charlie raised her eye brows catching on to what she was suggesting, playing along.

"What are you offering?" she asked. Vaggie and her leaned in closer to kiss.

Then Vaggie felt something wet brush against her lips. The puppy had jumped up, just as the two were moving closer to each other, licking Vaggie's lips before Charlie kissed her. Vaggie's eyes immediately opened, staring at the princess in front of her with a shocked look. The dog walked out of the room, bored, looking for something else to do.

"That was unusual," Vaggie chuckled.

"What was?" Charlie asked.

"I didn't expect for you to lick me, before kissing me," Vaggie told her. Charlie looked at her confused.

"I didn't lick you," she told her. Vaggie laughed.

"Of course you did," she told her. "We are the only ones in the room. Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

"Vaggie, I swear I didn't lick you!" Charlie replied. Vaggie frowned, thinking.

"If it wasn't you then who was it?"

"And why are Anna's clothes in here?" Charlie asked.

The dog walked further down the hallway when Fat Nuggets suddenly came out of Angel's room at the same time. The two made eye contact as they saw each other. The dog growled, scaring Fat Nuggets. It chased after Fat Nuggets down the hall barking as it did. After what seemed like an hour, the dog had given up the chase as it lost Fat Nuggets. It wandered down the hallway and walked down the stairs, heading to the lobby, while Angel was walking back towards his room.

Angel stopped when he saw Fat Nuggets, shivering, completely terrified, behind a potted plant.

"Nugsy? What are you doing out here?" Angel asked, picking him up. "And what happened to you?"

The puppy made it back to the lobby but stopped when it smelled something. The smell was coming from the kitchen and followed the scent, walking inside. Alastor hummed to himself as he was cutting up some carrots and tomatoes, tossing them into the pot, along with some shrimp and meat. As he reached to grab some salt and pepper to season his work, Alastor stopped when he felt something tugging on the edge of his pant leg. He kicked, hard, brushing it aside, thinking that it was one of his shadows. He heard a yelp and smiled as he returned back to what he was doing.

As Alastor was stirring the pot, he yelled and nearly jumped, when he felt something like teeth as it bit into his ankle. He growled, irritated, and looked down.

"What it is you pesky-" He froze with wide eyes and his whole body immediately went tense as he saw the puppy, latched onto his ankle. Alastor's eyes turned into radio dials as he stared down at the puppy. Horrible flashbacks from his previous life came back to him, as he felt the dogs teeth biting into his flesh, straight down to the bone and ripping his skin as they pinned him down.

"Get away from me, you filthy mutt!" Alastor shouted.

He threw back his leg, shaking the puppy off of him until it fell off, sliding across the floor. Voo doo sigils appeared around Alastor as he glared at the beast in front of him, while static emitted from him. The loud noise scared the dog and it ran away just as Anna walked into the kitchen, passing her as it did.

"Alastor, if your playing a joke on me, this isn't funny," she said as she walked into the kitchen, wearing only the towel. Alastor blinked. The symbols and static disappeared as well. He stared with wide eyes with a frozen smile, as she did, frozen in place. He felt himself began to panic.

Alastor blushed as he quickly looked away. "Have you no decency?! Cover up!" Anna frowned with her hands on her hips.

"I don't know what your problem is? I'm wearing a towel. You've seen me practically naked before,"

"Don't remind me," Alastor groaned. As he turned back, Alastor saw her stare at him, waiting for something.

"What?" he asked.

"Well?" Anna asked, gesturing to herself. Alastor was even more confused, by what she meant.

"Well, what?" he asked. Anna stared at him in disbelief.

"Give me back my clothes that you told your shadows to do!" she shouted.

"I did not tell them to do such a thing," Alastor told her. "honest."

"If it wasn't you then, who else was it?" Anna questioned.

"It was probably that mutt," Alastor muttered under his breath, spitefully. Anna's eyes widen in surprise.

"Dog? What dog?" she asked.

"Stop running away, you runt!" the two of them heard Husk shout at something in the lobby. Alastor and Anna peeked out from the kitchen to see Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, who was holding Fat Nuggets, still traumatized, and Husk surround someone in the corner of the lobby, close to the front door.

"What is going on?" Anna asked.

"Well, we found the culprit who's been terrorizing everyone," Charlie explained, gesturing over to the small dog, who was staring at everyone with big eyes, innocently.

"Well, toss that flea bag out!" Alastor shouted.

"How did it even get inside the hotel in the first place?" Anna asked.

Suddenly, while everyone was wondering the same thing, the front door open as Michael walked in, looking like he had gotten into a scrabble himself as well. He was missing a shoe, his hair was a mess, and his white suit was unbuttoned.

"I got mugged!" he shouted as he walked in, smiling. "But, I managed to put up every single poster so everyone can see them!"

Michael stopped when he saw everyone staring at him with unhappy looks on their faces then saw the puppy in front of them. It noticed him and quickly ran over to him. Michael cringed when he saw the damaged of the lobby, from broken glass, tattered and ripped couch cushions, chewed up furniture legs, and somehow a fire right in the middle of the lobby.

"After I find a safe home for this one," Michael told them. "I'll help clean up!"

"No!" Everyone shouted at the same time. "Please, don't! Just go back to blessing the hotel! We'll take care of this!"

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