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[mydeerfellow]

A series of fics where Angel supplies the devil's lettuce and Alastor touches modern cinema for the first time while too high to operate a remote.

[deadbeat-motel]

ᗩᑎGEᒪ ᗪᑌᔕT ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

Me going talky-talky below the cut

I wanted to redesign this guy the most because of so many issues I have with his actual design, namely:

The suit is a travesty.... for both his background as a hypersexual porn actor and a previous mafia member. It does not read well as a good design for an Italian mobster of the 1920s. Do you really not think he would rock a pinstripe? I mean come on, those three horizontal lines on his suit look really tacky to me. You should've taken that pinstripe suit from Sir Pentious and given it to him instead. and not only that but it doesn't even read well as a porn actor who has no qualms about being sexualized and pretty much even revels in it. why does the suit basically cover him up like a conservative politician? come on, let him show off a bit more.

WHY A BOWTIE??? WHY??? A SIMPLE GOOGLE SEARCH WILL SHOW YOU THAT A NECKTIE WAS MORE IN FASHION DURING THAT TIME RATHER THAN A BOWTIE. The bowtie was something that pissed me off so much about the design.

He's not a very good spider design. the only thing about him that looks remotely spider-like is that he has those eye dots under the eyes and the many limbs.... nothing else. not the very large abdomen or the actual 4 pairs of limbs a spider is supposed to have. Not even a web pattern on him like Spiderman who embodies "spider" more than him.

YOU TOOK THE FLOOF OFF OF HIM??? THE ICONIC FLOOF???? unacceptable. In retaliation, I'm giving it back bigger than ever you coward!

Anyways, here's the thought process I went through with this design:

He needed to embody his Mafia/porn addict themes through his clothing so I went with an outfit that looks like a slutty Halloween costume of a mobster. Plus it would have also differentiated him from his family who most likely would've had a stronger Mafia vibe than he did.

Gave him a tiny little hat too because i thought it looked cute.

I remember hearing that Angel Dust's most iconic part was his head's unusual shape, so I decided to keep it on him but tweaked it a little bit with his hair covering the other half of his face. (This was for some kind of lore reason, maybe he's insecure about his heterochromia, That's where he was shot and has an X over it, or his eyes are malformed on that side, still thinking about it)

Originally was going to have matching black gloves for his arms too but then it was harder to see what was his arm or leg so I let him have nothing instead to keep the pairs of limbs separated

Gave him some hoop rings too because why not let a bad bitch have one?

I've seen necktie cat collars go around earlier and thought it would fit well for Angel Dust considering I didn't give him a shirt and that i took off his choker as well.

Aside from a MASSIVE flooff, I also gave him a massive spider "butt" with the missing pair of limbs. I decided to make it legs because honestly, It's much harder to think of how he would emote naturally with 6 arms. Plus it was interesting to think about how a 4 legged bipedal would work. Immediately my first thought went to Squidward Tentacles from both the show and the musical but then it wouldn't work because of the complexity of the legs. It's main purpose now is to both hold up the large spider "butt" and be his self-defense when being approached from behind.

Originally was going to have those big ass claw things on his mouth (I'm most likely wrong but the 'chelicerae' thing?) but thought it would clutter the design too much and because there was a big possibility that Val probably ripped them off of him when he had bitten once, if not multiple times, in self-defense.)

I'll probably talk about him more when he pops up in an episode I'm going to go in-depth about or give him his own dedicated rant about how Vivziepop treated his story.

[bunji-enthusiast]

One Whole, Became Two

Note || this took me so long to write, but I love this stupid idiot platonically. Chapter three my sleep-deprived folks 👍🏻

WC || 3,312

<(part 1)><(previous part)><(you are here)>

Sypnosis || you bring back a dear old dead heart to a wounded dog.

If someone ever told you that you would’ve come back to a desolate factory full of death and damnation you would tell them that in what world in which would that happen? You never would’ve heeded their words.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You hated being wrong.

Yet, many things may have happened, some of which allowed you to get in some exercise… you also gained some new friends. They are very near and dear to you, despite the small numbers you retain in your ragtag group of allies. You preferred the terminology friends, you’ve gotten close with Kissy Missy and Poppy, even DogDay too!

Speaking of which, this accursed Playcare was still a little too dark for your liking. You needed more power, more light to go the right way necessary. A light chuckle breaks you out of your thoughts, “A-angel, do you need some help?” DogDay inquired, watching as you had tried to remember which way he had pointed to the medical station.

You shook your head egregiously, trying to affirm your belief as you spoke, “I got it… I swear I know which way it is!” Your shoulders slumped as you let out a defeated sigh, having to hate asking him for help.

Asking for help wasn’t necessarily your most favorite thing in the world, in for the most of miniscule of things. You thought it was ridiculous, insipid to do, in no way would you ever ask for said help unless you really were struggling.

Apparently as of right now, these were one of those moments that you were truly struggling, and it was with directions as well. You couldn’t be any more ashamed, “Could you m-maybe tell me where it was again?”

DogDay let out an amused bark, not merely in making fun of you. He thought you were just cute, the way you were embarrassed, though DogDay will never actually admit this feeling to you. “Okay, Angel, you see that sign over there? It points to the direction of the medical station.” Your large companion points to the sign in question, you sorely cannot miss it no way, his paw was big. Actually, it’s nearly the size of your head.

“Ah, focus!”

The pathway was riddled with broken cobblestone and dirt, but do-able to make your way through. You just hated broken paths, no trouble still.

You nod to let him know you saw it, walking over to the sign that was now a few pacings away from you. The silence had now settled in place for the lack of conversation, it was seemingly getting awkward enough as is. Suddenly, a new voice interjects on the radio of your walkie-talkie.

“Oh there you are! I wasn’t able to connect to you on that side of the dome!” His light voice carried an undercurrent of worry. “No ouchies or lost body parts?”

DogDay raised a brow as you two had continued making your way to the medical station. You nodded your head curtly, as if angling your head to signify you’d explain the kid on the radio at a later time. You spoke out in reply, knowing full well you weren’t in any real danger at the moment, “I’m uh, I’m fine Ollie. Just taking care of a friend, they got hurt… real bad.” A wince left your throat at the tone you carried within your words, you didn’t expect that.

A thought rushed into your head, “Why’d I word it like that? I guess I’m just worried about revealing DogDay to Ollie just yet.” DogDay patted your leg as to reassure you, eyes gleaming as if they were smiling down upon you. 

“Alright, you can introduce me later,” Ollie paused, as if he were hesitating to get the words out of his mouth. As if something was holding him back from doing so, “Take care of them first then I’ll tell you what to do next. See you!”

Then, the radio was now silent. You let out a breath you held in your lungs, sometimes forgetting to breathe reminds you to even breathe manually. An odd habit but nobody will nitpick that for the life of all there is to know and exist. 

An abrupt cough shocked you out of your thoughts, you immediately became concerned for DogDay who had been patiently waiting for your dilemma and conversation to end. You knelt down and checked over his body, “No need to worry.” You lodged his resistance in the back of your head, looking for any external wounds beside the most obvious ones. 

“I shouldn’t have stopped.” You murmur, gently picking him up. There was no way you’d let him drag himself along the floor, not until he was in a better state.

“We’re alright Angel,” DogDay sputtered, you were unimpressed, not phased by his words. “Really… but who was that if I may ask?” 

Steadily, you continued walking–the stupid medical station finally in reach. “Ollie, apparently sometime after I dropped down here he told me he was an ally of Poppy.” You then trailed off, not sure if you wanted to mansplain the entirety of the story down right to when you came across DogDay. Sighing, you begrudgingly open the door to the station.

The room was messy, akin to the state of many other locations in Playcare. But in your modest opinion, you truly did not care about that. You just really needed to fix up DogDay, and he was the focal point of your attention right now. “Angel, you seemed to be incredibly bothered.” 

DogDay shifted on the weight of his body as you began setting him down, if you were being truthful, you couldn’t refute that very fact. Yet you felt too angry to get the words across, “I know, I.. I guess this stupid factory just has me all on edge.”

Then a silence settled into place, as neither of you were unsure of what to say next. Everything and nothing was happening all at the same time. You walked over the ruined carpet, it looked as if it was made in the 1980’s. Some doors seemed to be torn off of it’s hinges, but at least the supplies were barely stolen. There was enough to treat DogDay properly, as much as you can manage within your knowledge anyway.

The hard part would be treating DogDay, (as you unfortunately didn’t have enough knowledge medically) and getting him his legs back so he could walk on his own as well. 

Gently, you opened a door to a closet, full of bandages and gauze. 

“Perfect timing, guess I didn’t need to look that hard.” You thought to yourself, your hands already grabbing the bandages and gauze. A small smile graced your cracked lips, carrying a genuine air with you, “Hey, DogDay I found some supplies. Looks like they left this place pretty untouched.” You waved at him, holding the aforementioned supplies in hand. 

DogDay perked up from where he had been looking at some stray medical papers, most likely files of every patient to come in and out of the station. “Oh!.. Thank you greatly. You really are an angel my friend.” You become bashful at his words, an embarrassed chuckle leaving you as you scratched the back of your head. Standing up you walk back over to the large dog, motioning for DogDay to position himself to where you can get to all the spots correctly.

You sighed, having to take a moment in order to set yourself into focus, this was important. You didn’t want to screw up something so crucial to DogDay’s health, “Ok, This might hurt a little so bear with me.” You warn, crouching down as you laid out the supplies.

“I have no doubt you will do fine!” DogDay encouraged you, settling down to be calmer for you. Fine, yes you can do fine. Okay well enough maybe, you just need to be careful!

Why was this so difficult?

“Stupid brain, Stop giving me all these thoughts!” You groan lowly, setting into place to mend his more major wounds with a contemporary suture. First off, you needed to clean the suture, to which you had quickly done. 

You gently pressed a wet rag to the most prominent area, cleaning it out of any debris that might be left behind in the wound. DogDay was simply listening and quiet upon your actions, clearly a little too impressed for your liking. You swabbed the wound with water then threw away the rag a few meters from you, you internally winced at that. 

Injuries are a major case for you ever since you stepped foot into this factory, you just never expected to be having to treat another person (or toy for that matter). 

“Angel?” You let out a hum in reply, suturing the wound as he spoke. “You seem… incredibly bothered, maybe you should try to talk about it.” DogDay shifted slightly, wincing a little as he had done so. Concern washes over your expression as you went to hold him, he held out a hand to reassure you he was fine.

“Well.”

You sat back on the heel of your foot as you thought about it for a moment, your brows knitted together. It was practically hurting your head, giving you a headache to be thinkin about every little thing that was running through your head.

Your lips pressed together in a thin line, unsure of whether or not to air your concerns. But it seems you weren’t gonna have any other chance to talk about it then right now, you just didn’t wanna dump everything on DogDay all at once. 

Practically would seem like a lot. Far too much to say and too little to be sure of. 

“I guess I’m just concerned over whether or not I really can trust Poppy,” You signal, having a habit of talking with your hands. “And this, Prototype guy… didn’t you say CatNap worships this thing like a god?”

He nods, “Yes, I didn’t join the Prototype. Which is why he had deemed me a heretic.” You frown at his words, nobody deserves that type of treatment. Making it even worse, you would assume the two used to be very good friends. 

“Oh dear,” You echo, recoiling suddenly in embarrassment for voicing something you didn’t realize slipped out of your mouth. DogDay laughs at this, waving his hand as he sits himself upright so as to not slip onto his back, “You are very much correct Angel.” He nods, “If anything, he’s no longer the old CatNap I’ve come to know him as.”

You shrug, a little unsure of the situation right now. Then a thought you finally needed ran across your mind, “Hey, would you happen to remember where your legs are or if… any spare ones laying around anywhere?” You motion around the room as you spoke, voice trailing off as you sat back, and awaiting DogDay’s response. He appeared to be deep in thought, clearly thinking about your question.

“I believe they have some spares in a storage room at this station,” DogDay gestures at the specific door he thought of in mind. “But Angel, I might be wrong. Don’t trouble yourself for my sake beyond this.” His voice strains, as if pleading. 

You chewed your lips, nodding your head once more as you headed to the door of origin. You quietly crept into the room, seeing how dark and dank it was. Slowly but surely your eyes had adjusted to the light. 

“Now, where are you… stupid legs.” You mutter, taking notice of some poppy gas that laid in wait in the corner, not to mention how badly scratched this room was in particular. Probably the work of CatNap or some other toy. On instinct, your legs drove you forward as you stepped into the gas with a gas mask inset upon your face. You certainly didn’t feel like dying from the gas, or passing out for that matter.

You had a debt to pay.

Your eyes wandered aimlessly as you palmed around for the supposed legs, feeling around for each and every inch possible that you might miss. 

Suddenly you felt a fuzzy feeling run up across your arm, you jostled in surprise, a happy squeak leaving your throat when you pick up the legs. “Thank you, sweet baby jesus.” You huff in reprise, feeling accomplished at the place of convenience.

If you could laugh right now, it would be possible, heaven sure as hell wasn’t a place for angels anymore. Not even you, but you still had to follow through, you came here in the first place anyway.

A small sigh left your esophagus as you turned, walking back through as you made careful note not to trip walking back too. 

Something had your mind occupied, demons infested this place. Elliot Ludwig had created this place, and if he so proclaims to want to bring joy to thousands upon thousands of children around the world then why would he permit the experiments. All those children and the elderly… your heart couldn’t help but ache at the mere thought. 

You shake your head to get your mind out of the unilluminated gutter, DogDay lit up upon seeing you in his sights once more. “Angel, you are alright.” He mentions, paw held to his chest as if he were breathing a sigh of relief.  

Your nose was scrunched as you gutted a snort, “You say that like it’s so surprising DogDay.” DogDay shrugs, as if he was now expressing the vulnerability of being embarrassed at the prospect of his own words. 

“Ah I’m just joking with you,” You wave him off, DogDay remains silent at this, not having any thought at what to say back to you. You were right though, he shouldn’t be doubting you for what even anyone in particular is worth. Being freed for what feels like the first time in forever had been leaving him with brand new thoughts, even though he had been thinking and left well alone for nearly over a decade now.

One door closes, infinite more are open. One must beware the foreign class, otherwise you may as well see yourself dead. 

“I truly do apologize for Poppy’s actions… we all mean well.” DogDay begins, trailing off into nearly an inconceivable silence. You set down the legs, to which DogDay is delighted at this brand new aspect, yet still left without room to be uncouth. You didn’t speak at all, pressing between the fine line of the truth and his own words. 

“We must, break the circle.”

What?

“Angel?”

“You all are chained, if whatever happened all those years ago were true…” You sigh, rubbing the nape of your neck as you find yourself in an air of awkwardness. “Then I am also at fault for the way you guys are right now.” 

DogDay’s brows drew together, upset that you feel guilty for the entirety of this fortnight. At least it had felt that way for you, you sincerely had lost track of time since your watch had gotten destroyed. You tried keeping up with the time on the clocks you pass by, but you just generally had lost the energy and motion in doing so.

“Hmn.” He muttered to himself, then got up to hug you, which had clearly surprised you as you felt yourself being enveloped and wrapped in a very fluffy hug. You sigh and decompress after a few moments, the shock finally leaving your body.

“Thanks… DogDay,” You motion, patting the fluff resting upon his chest. “I actually really needed that, hugs are a rarity.” You admit, blush burning on your cheeks as you look away from him in a manner of speaking. You hear a chuckle interrupted by a cough, “Don’t thank me, you seemed to really need it Angel. Being exhausted is one thing, but no hugs?”

DogDay drew a paw to his chest as he spoke dramatically, “That is absolutely unacceptable!” Your hand crossed over your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh at what a drama king DogDay was posing as at this very moment. 

“You kinda remind me of someone I know.” You motion, then sat on the heels of your feet as you immediately went back to work in fixing up DogDay. 

“How so?” 

“You're pretty bright, act like a drama king sometimes and you even can be a little mean…” You wag a finger as you see him begin to protest at the mean comment, “I don’t mean like in a rude manner, just like in a brotherly way. You kind of act like a big brother sometimes.” You shrug with a hint of finality, fixing up his other injuries and repairing them with a gentle hand, even if the suture seemed to betray the tremble displayed. 

After silence had continuously settled in once again, you sigh, angling at the fact on what to do in order to mend DogDay’s very obvious injury with his lack of legs attached at the bottom of his torso. For a moment, you meander with the decision.

“Right, I’m gonna try my best to reattach them to you.” You spoke with a benign tone, more so displaying your own distrust of yourself. You hated that, you practically hated everything so why is this any different.

You just have to do it scared. 

Familiarity reigns over your heart as you see his large paw lay over your own hand, you sigh, sensations shuddering your body as you keep yourself calm. You silently thank DogDay as you gesture that you were okay now, you can be fine on your own.

You push the legs to his upper half, just barely enough that it would appear as if the legs were there and back again already. Your hand wanders over to the middle line, your eyes glaze over with forlorn worry taking your very worried brain. You sigh as you begin stitching, taking careful caution as you notice him flinching quite a few times throughout the process. At a leisurely pace, you notice by the influence you had made by taking care of him how much better he looks physically. 

Soon enough, you manage to completely stitch his legs back to right where they belong. “Well done, I knew you could do it Angel!.” DogDay shook with excitement, reassuringly glad at the prospect of being able to actually walk again. You swear you could collapse at the relief, you hold out a finger before you let him get excited any further, “I still need to bandage it all together, extra precaution if you catch my drift.”

Your large dog companion nods in understanding, shifting about so his body parts don't get sore from sitting in one place for too long. 

From before, grace was high in patriarchy, now then you were sure it was something high to fall from. You could climb to the top (bottom to be literal) and rip the Prototype off of his high horse, and free all the surviving toys. 

You shook your head, trying to calm yourself at the buzzing excitement that had resonated deep-seated into your heart. You quickly went to work on bandaging the middle line of his torso, carefully curating it enough so the bandages would cover the stitches completely. 

“There, now we are done and good to go!” You look up at DogDay, offering him a soft smile. “Angel really… thank you so much.” He gestures for you to come closer, so you oblige and go in, suddenly you feel yourself being hugged by unabashed warmth. You yelped as air bloomed across your skin, seeing as you are now in the air quite a few feet off the ground.

DogDay really was hugging you with the whole of his heart, so you melt into his touch, relenting as you found defeat–yet also peace with your furry friend.

[rodanhoax]

Jaune: I'm the Hunts-Man, you lunatic. Anyway, you guys got any 'shrooms?

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Bystander: Are you... An angel!?

Jaune: Yeah, sure, whatever... You got any ketamine?

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Jaune: I know you're here, Roman, you big fucking nerd. Where's my goddamn money?

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Grunt #1: Be careful, man. I hear Hunts-Man attacks with all sorts of random bullshit.

Grunt #2: Please. I got him dead to rights. Now to-

Jaune: *Throws something* Random bullshit GO!!!

Grunt #1: Damn you Hunts-Man!

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Jaune: I am the god of light. Hand over your wallet and your ketamine or Remnant is doomed.

Marrow: Fuck off, Hunts-Man. I'm not falling for that one again.

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Jaune: ... Why do I hear Eminem all of a sudden?

Hound: *Looming over him*

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Clover: Someone's hacking the system, but who? Hunts-Man!

Jaune: Where's my goddamn money!?

Harriet: No-one here owes you money, you drunk, crazy asshole. Roman isn't even on the Ace-Ops, so stop calling here.

Jaune: Wait... Roman isn't an Ace-Op?

Jaune: That lying fuck.

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Jaune: You know who I really want to fight? Junior.

Elm: Wait, the asparagus from VeggieTales? Or the crime lord?

Jaune: ... Yes.

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Jaune: Honestly? At this point, I don't even remember why Roman owes me money. But a guy's got to live by a code, you know?

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Vine: It's over, Hunts-Man! I have the high ground!

Jaune: Impossible. Do you even know how many drugs I'm on right now?

Vine: That's not what I-

Jaune: Less talk, more VENGEANCE!!

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Nora: Dammit, Jauney, let someone else have a turn for once!

Jaune: No! Ren is my homie... Only I get to give him a goodnight kiss!

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Jaune: Using my Marine Corps training, I can turn ANYTHING into a weapon! Even this rifle!

Watts: Uh, isn't a rifle already a weapon?

Jaune: *Snaps rifle in half and smacks him across the face* Semper Fi, bitch!

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Jaune: God of Darkness, you fucking nerd! Where's my... Uhhh what are you doing?

G.o.D: Don't let her get me. I didn't mean to look at those lewd hieroglyphics! Forget if gods can bleed. Can a god simp?!

Jaune: What the fuck are you talki-

G.o.D: *Grabs him* I was horny, Jaune Arc. And now, Salem is going to quantum bonk me!

Jaune: Who is going to what now??

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Roman: *Half dead inside of grimm* What? It's impossible. It can't be... A way out! And... the Hunts-Man!?

Jaune: That's right, bitch! Now where's my goddamn money? Don't make me come down there and waterboard you, shitheel.

[clownhonkbonk]

talk about all of good omens s2!!! spoilers !!!

also, amazing job to everyone who worked on it !!!

you are going to be responsible for many therapy bills.

so uhm

that

that fucking ending

holy

i genuinely have no words

thats a lie i have so many words idk how to sort them out

like. okay, most of this is just me relaying what happened back to me cause frankly cant believe it.

( there's more talk than just the ending i promise -)

such, internalized ''homophobia'' ( i add quotation marks because they are not actually gay cause they're lil non binary guys but it is reflecting that ) and religious trauma .. that hurt so much when aziraphale just didn't know what to do, he put his hands on crowley briefly and then took them away, you could just tell what was happening and that hurt so much.

you could see how much crowley got affected by this

and then he expected aziraphale to see his side. to understand and then aziraphale would appologise, and they'd make up, and get an alcoholic breakfast at the ritz, just like they always did . but then he saw them walking out together. showing aziraphale choosing the " possiblity" of making something better of heaven, maybe stopping the destruction of earth completely. but crowley knows that it wont happen like that. crowley understands what heaven and hell are really like, but aziraphale is just so afraid of the thought.

crowley turned down hell for aziraphale and immediately thought aziraphale would do the same for him. they'd always been there for each other why could it have to stop then.

may you be forgiven is what aziraphale says when he does something that aziraphale thinks god would disagree on. or that heaven might disapprove. ( not of course including communicating with the enemy ) but then , a demon kissed him and he didn't pull away, he didnt try to stop it he froze. Let's make this clear, aziraphale very clearly loves crowley dearly, he is in love with crowley, but he still believes in heaven, and is stuck in his ideals of things of heaven is " the good guys " and hell is " the bad guys "

Crowley knows far better, he's known since he first got thrown out of heaven just for asking questions and throwing in some suggestions. he knows that neither one of heaven and hell are the good or bad guys. He sees the world in " a very dark shade of grey " while honestly being the nicest out of the angels and demons combined. ( tied with aziraphale i suppose:3 ) he knows that he loves aziraphale. he has for a very long time now. he knows aziraphale loves him back, at least he thought he did.

aziraphale touching his lips after in shame and doubt and confusion he doesn't know what to do. then he throws on a smile and , he goes back to heaven.

the fact that aziraphale said that he had nothing he needed to go to heaven with hurt. everything in that scene hurt but geez, he only wanted crowley, he only needs crowley, but he really fxcked that up huh. love you more than the stars aziraphale but GOSH DAMn you help one gay couple get together and then cant get with your demon boyfriend ??? ( once again they arent gay, i know - )

i bet crowley regrets letting him go on that walk, huh.

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episode one talkies :D

also genuinely in love with the fact that crowley made the stars, with the tire iron thingy that he then uses to prepare himself to fight satan 6000 years later.

like what a guy.

also i love his hair he's a goof ball, honestly reminds me of david playing Phineas fog in around the world in 80 days, cause he's so excited by the new world and what it can do and what's out there to explore!! That's why hes so upset about the world ending at the start of it, he doesn't think the stars should go unappreciated, he doesn't think all the wonders of the sky should just be for staring at, he wants to watch it all happen.

and that also explains why crowley never asked aziraphale's name, because he already knew it :)

also aziraphale absolutely adoring crowley before there was anything means the world to me.

genuinely started crying when crowley protected aziraphale with his wing though.

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zombie nxzi flesh eaters mini-sode talk:D

ok probably my favourite part of the season other than the ball.

the blitz had always been my favourite, and j really adored crowleys outfit, so gorgeous.

i loved that aziraphale trusted crowley completely in that moment

also was proud of myself immediately knowing that he switched the photo. ( i am small and was very satisfied )

also he 100% keeps that photo with him at all times. it's probably in his pocket.

i was honestly surprised that no sort of physical romantic thing happened that led to " you go to fast for me "

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more of the last episode!!

i loved that maggie and nina didnt actually get together, it felt so much healthier for them to wait till they were ready. :)

also OFC LOVED GABRIEL AND BEELZEBUB!!! HONESTLY CANT BELIEVE THE FANDOM SAW THEM INTERACT ONCE AND SAID " THEYRE INLOVE " AND GOT IT SPOT ON!!

[am-i-interrupting]

Requesting a Hazbin Hotel Matchup!

I would prefer a male character! (Despite that, I am an ace lesbian. I just wanna indulge my comphet fictional crushes iykwim + i prefer more of the male cast in hazbin. I totally understand if you'd prefer to match me up with a female character) I use she/they pronouns.

A few personality traits of mine would be hardworking, clumsy, compassionate, and playful. I am a workaholic, and often work myself to the bone. Ironically, to others, I try my best to ensure they don't overwork themselves. I'm a bit of a people pleaser to the point where I jeopardize my mental health, but I'm working on it. I'm decently good at appearing mature and socially adept (if a bit anxious) when around strangers, but around those close to me, I admit I am a bit of a baby, being playful.

I have ADHD, a Depressive Disorder, and strongly believe I have Autism. Some jokes, sarcasm, and flirting goes iver my head, but if I notice, I do like to play along. I like cutesy pastel colored clothing in a sort of streetwear style. Like, cargo pants are great but I also love cute skirts. I'm an artist and a gamer. I like to animate and am working towards developing video games! My love language is definitely physical touch and quality time. Hugs are important to me. I like being close to people I care about, even if we're not doing the same thing. Parallel play is peak to me.

My music taste swings around wildly. I've always been a sucker for vocaloid and musical theatre songs. Lately, I've been listening to Epic The Musical and Calliope Mori. I love to sing and play the violin, so any music that I can vibe to, I like. I like plushies quite a bit, even though it's childish. My sense of humor is nonsensical even to me. I laugh a lot, basically, from dark jokes to antihumor.

I'm unsure of my demon form, to be honest. I'd probably have something to do with video games or art, and my favourite animals are small round birds (like the white-browed tit-warbler), jellyfish, and frogs. Feel free to describe my sinner form however you want! (I am short though)

I hope this isn't too much haha I just realized how much I rambled

I don't really want full NSFW headcanons, but some spiciness/non-explicit stuff is good.

Thank you!

-👾 (so i can find this later)

Your Match Up Is. . .

Lucifer!

You probably met him at the Hotel.

Now, Lucifer wasn’t immediately obsessed with you. No, no, he had his daughter to focus on.

However, you caught his attention soon enough.

It was actually while working on the Hotel rebuilding that you caught his eye.

With you darting around from place to place, making sure everything got done while also making sure everyone else took a break, you made yourself known.

Unfortunately, no one made sure you took a break so he took that role upon himself.

It probably took some convincing but eventually he got you to do it.

Over time you two got closer and closer.

It was one of those things were everyone else realized you were both in deep for each other before either of you did.

This is because neither of you recognized when the other was flirting. . . like at all.

It would probably be Angel or maybe even Charlie saddling up to one of you going, “Soooo, when are you gonna ask them out?”

Immediate denial followed up by very intense analyzation of every single one of your interactions with each other because what are they talki. . . Ooooh, you see it now.

It’d be a while before you two got together.

When you did though, prepare for heaven in hell.

Wow, Lucifer sure is a catch.

He is so sweet and so caring.

He is able to recognize signs that your depression is getting worse because of his own and together you’re able to help each other through the spirals.

You’re also able to give each other advice that actually works with you AuDHD brains because there is no way that man is neurotypical.

Get ready to be able to infodump any time you want to and be listened to with the most attention. He is asking all the questions.

You’re making a game? What genre? What animation style? What’s the main story line? What’s that side character that you made too detailed of a background for? Tell him everything.

You like drawing? He likes making ducks. Can you draw him ducks for him to make when he’s in a funk?

And you have plushes! They can be friends with his ducks.

If he hears you listening to a song from a musical, it’s over. You’re not doing whatever it was you were doing. You are now obligated to reenact the scene from him.

He loves dancing with you.

Sometimes though, he can get a bit in a Gomez Addams-like mood and he’ll just start kissing your arms, then your neck, the one thing leads to another.

This man is big on oral.

Cuddles after. Always.

He is a big cuddler.

This man is so touch starved it’s not even funny.

He intends to make up for it so a hand is almost always on you. He is always in your space.

You are never falling asleep without being cuddled again.

[anonymousfoz]

November 25, 2023

It started as a normal day. Me and a few comrades were talking about the newest creature that came into the facility. It was no one other than SCP-1225, Mariah Carrey. She was transferred to us before going over to New York. She was in a deep freeze in quarantine.

"Thanksgiving!"

"It's Turkey- I mean Tobias!"

"Yea yea! Anyways, you will be watching after 12-25 today."

"Thanks for the promotion boss! Won't let you down!" I put my hand next to my forehead before doing a terrible salute and marching off to my station. Watching and monitoring the creature wasn't bad but it was getting tiring, maybe a little nap couldn't hur….

I awoke to a cracking sound and began checking the machines near the quarantine machine. Red flashed across it, and cracks of electricity, it must have been tampered with. By who? Unknown. But this wasn't a time for questions. I sprang to my feet and locked the doors outside my office with myself on the outside and Mariah inside. Moving quickly, I began to walk away from the doors and took out my walkie-talkie. So many questions but not enough time. Mariah was set to thaw out on December 20th. That's when I heard her voice. Her angelic yet horrific voice had cracked the ice, and she began violently attempting to get out.

It didn't matter what happened now, I had to get others out. I went to the end of the hallway, D-hall hallway, and filled the switch before turning on my walkie talkie and alerting everyone.

"Code red and green! Code red and green! She has escaped and is loose within the building. Get to shelter!" I repeated the same words over and over onto many frequencies, trying to alert as many as I could. The lights were shut off, as Mariah's vision weakened in the dark, but the green lights I could do without. I could hear her slowly getting closer as she started to sing. That annoying Christmas tune, it was still November! I knew, though, that many were still in danger and began to run to find the control panel. I began to question if I was going to make it out alive, but it wasn't my priority as others came before me.

Finally, I got to the control panel. It was at the end of D-Hall. I locked the door and pushed things in front before hacking into the control panel, thank god I had learned how to do these type of things years ago, funny how that is exactly what got me hired. But now wasn't a time for flashbacks. Mariah had clawed through the glass and was trying to open the door, but I had already spread my warning far and wide. I was for sure a goner, but I knew there would always be stragglers. The facility was quite large. I went out through the other exit from the other side with the fast clacks of high heels after me. I was halfway through D-hall when I could feel her cold nails slash through my nails. and like that, I knew I was a goner. She slashed through my flesh, and with my dying breaths, I closed my eyes, accepting my fate.

All she wanted for Christmas was me, and she got her gift early.

Her screech was the last thing I could hear before a sharp pain in my chest was all felt afterward.

[laugtherhyena]

[Csm oc] Cherry

Back at it again with another lore rundown, this time for my boy Cherry! It's shorter than the girl's one but took a while to post because this man was quite challenging to edit in manga style. Before reading i recommend reading through this post, if you haven't already, since there i go into detail on how his powers work

Katana man arc

-Cherry is seen fighting zombies alongside the other fiends and devils of the 4th division. He's telling jokes to the zombies, a hoard of them charges towards him but before he even gets to the punchline their bodies crumble into piles of rotting flesh on the floor. Cherry laughs at his own joke while asking the zombies if they get it, he kicks one of their heads away which lands on Angel's shoe.

Bomb girl arc

-Makima assigns Cherry and Beam as Denji's temporary partners, as Power needs to get her blood drained. while Beam jumps to hug him Cherry stands behind Makima adjusting his tie, he wants to make a good first impression. It's only after Denji knocks Beam on the floor that Cherry approaches him, extending his hand towards his hero.

-When Beam goes to hug Denji again, Cherry does the same, nodding his head at Beam's words that Master chainsaw's orders are absolute.

-As Denji walks on the street the next day followed by the two. When it starts raining Cherry runs around after Denji as he looks for cover before leaning against him and using his arms to try sheltering Denji from the rain, Denji hits his chest with his elbow and yells at Cherry to back off.

-He then calls Cherry and Beam assholes and tells them to stop running around and be quiet otherwise they won't be able to walk around these streets anymore, Cherry nods and proceeds to hide in an alley while Beam goes underground using his powers.

-Later when Reze transforms and launches herself towards Beam and Denji, Cherry intercepts her by charging towards her and punching Reze square in the face while shouting her name, Reze gets knocked back to where she was before. Cherry goes to deal with her while Beam and Denji escape from the area.

-Cherry tries to keep a distance and avoid Reze's attacks while continuing to talk to her. He talks about school and how he doesn't see a point in attending one as a devil, he asks Reze if she likes school, what subjects she thinks are the hardest, what she would like to have for school lunch and how he wouldn't settle for anything less than torikatsu.

-While Reze does get affected by Cherry's power, shown by her weakened powers, reduced speed and skin becoming wrinkled, she simply triggers a full body explosion near him which not only reverts her body to its original state but also launches Cherry all the way down the hill.

-Three private hunters spot Cherry laying on the street, they approach him only for Reze to jump in, landing on Cherry's abdomen making the devil contort in pain.

-The trio reports the situation on a walkie talkie before Reze triggers another explosion which kills all the hunters and leaves Cherry far too injured and exhausted to follow her. He crawls towards the burnt remains of the hunters and feeds off their corpses to slowly regain a bit of strength.

International assassins arc

-Cherry, Beam and Prince were with Makima dealing with some of Santa's dolls in a building, she orders the boys to go help Denji and the two proceed to head to the department store to do so.

-When they arrive at the scene Beam pushes Long away from Denji and Cherry starts attacking her while the two begin making their way out of the building.

-Cherry throws kicks and punches at Long while asking her if she's been enjoying the trip to japan, Pingtsi frees herself from Power's grasp and uses her ability to analyze Cherry, She joins the fight telling Long that they need to cover up their ears as Cherry's powers only work if you can hear him clearly.

-Seeing as the girls have their ears covered, Cherry starts speaking louder while attacking more viciously. He asks them what places have they visited on the trip so far, if they've been to any good restaurants, if the hotel they're staying at is a good one, saying that the best hotels out there are the ones with room service.

-Cherry gets his arms removed by the Darkness devil, unlike the others, He expresses no reaction to that.

-Their fight is interrupted by Santa sending everyone in the building to hell via her contract with the Hell devil. Upon their arrival, Cherry stands up effortlessly and looks towards the horizon, standing completely still as his glowing eyes slowly disappear within the darkness of his skull. The look of someone who knows the end of this cycle draws near.

-Cherry and Beam give Denji their blood, he then positions himself behind Denji and pushes him to be in a sitting position as Beam pulls on his chainsaw cord. The Darkness devil sees this and slices both of them into pieces. Cherry's severed head lands near Beam's, their foreheads gently touching.

Gun devil arc

-Aki says that Cherry is dead as he lists the fates of the people who were involved in the last mission to Denji.

Control devil arc

-Cherry's body is seen in the corridor alongside all the other deceased fiends and devils from public safety, kneeling between Beam and Seraphim.

[maguro13-2]

Demons Unleashed ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Gaiden Pt. 21 ~

Reimu : So, Marisa. You sure got better plans on stopping an Eldritch Monster?

Marisa : Oh yes, It's the perfect solution on being a world-famous monster hunter, I know how to deal with this one.

Reimu : Let's all be too hasty if we summoned this Eldritch being that resurrected a girl who died about 1000 years ago.

Marisa : Sakura, do you copy?

Izayoi : (via radio) Izayoi to Marisa, I'm loud and clear, copy that. So it's best that I would await this creature's visiting. Do you got everything prepared?

Marisa : Me and Reimu set up a trap for the creature, and it would be possible for this creep to be stopped that I set up a spell, which trigger a force so that we capture that girl-turning eldritch monster.

Izayoi : (via radio) It'll be like giving a mouse a cookie, and this cookie will be the oldest trick in the book, catching a predator is like hunting ferocious animals that scourge in the woods from hunting their prey.

Marisa : Even if it costs us the countryside from this monster wonder, let's get it done until we will hit the end of month, I get it.

Reimu : Ready, Marisa?

Marisa : Ready.

Reimu : Ready, guys?

Wriggle : We're ready as we please.

Reimu : Okay, get into position, so stay quiet and don't even make a sound. Quick, here she comes. [footsteps approaching]

(Iris humming a tune)

Reimu : [quietly] Alright there she is. We'll just get a close eye on the trap we are luring her. This is our big opportunity to catch a monster. We are so good of being professional monster hunters and this is what supernatural comes to dark fantasy.

Marisa : Who else? Maybe it's like we're cooking up a storm or something. Gotta make sure we're on track on catching this monster.

Reimu : She's gonna do it. She's gonna lure into the trap we installed, this is gonna be a good classic of monster hunting experience. I hope this will eventually avenge those who attacked Yuuka Kazami's farm.

Marisa : Who would've that a girl who turned into an eldritch monster would fell into a trap, this would definitely go off the bucket list to solve Japan's eldrtich of all eldritch horror?

??? : Eldritch Horror you say? Well do not fear because I believe that this is a problem to you!

(Iris humming and then stops)

Reimu & Marisa : (yelling in horror)

Izayoi : Reimu, Marisa! What happened!?

Reimu : (via radio) It's another Eldrtich Horror, I think we found ourselves a lively one and it's here! This is the Eldritch that resurrected Shinra's beloved!

Izayoi : Say what?

*DBZ SFX : Instant Transmission*

Izayoi : !? (throws knife, but the creature deflects it)

[Anubis (Impossible) - Maki Kirioka]

Izayoi : What the heck is this thing!? Is it another Eldritch being? It looks humanoid but it's still a monster that has...(the creature grew out it's wings) Wings!? What the hell does this creature drinking on, Red bull or something?

??? : Perhaps that you would be mistaken someone from drinking some fluid you call it "Red Bull", but the only ones that are red that is your blood that I can taste for it. I was the one who resurrected Shinra's beloved Iris. I am the Angel of Death. call me "Angie".

"ANGIE : ANGEL OF DEATH."

Izayoi : So this eldritch god that grew out it's wings is the Angel of Death. (talks into the walkie-talkie) Guys! I found another suspect!

Reimu : (via radio) Who is it this time? Is it someone else?

Izayoi : It's the Angel of Death, this is the Eldritch being that resurrected a nun from Soul Eater's universe 1000 years ago. He must've resurrected her with one of the Eldritch powers that Saya was given to.

Reimu : (via radio) What!? That Eldritch God is Angie you say? That Eldritch bastard! Who does he think he resurrecting a dead girl that made her into an eldritch monster!?

Angie : No, she's no monster neither you call her a beast. She is capable of a being who wanted to transcend her into the powers of a God. You will be all pleased if you will handle her with ease.

Izayoi : I'm not gonna take this seriously, but I have no choice but to fight this thing and get it over with! Reimu, Marisa! Get everyone to evacuation and bring all the civilians to safety!

Reimu : 10-4! Copy that! Marisa! we gotta stick to plan B!

Marisa : What's plan b?

Reimu : You'll find out shortly. I know something that will might help.

Iris : I smell humans that lurks in the sunflowers of my heritage, I regret them for sabotaging the beauty of these flowers shall get a good smell from the reddish things that are their flesh and blood, and yet, they are still scourging through this land.

Reimu : Hey, sister! Over here, ya human-eating Eldritch! I'm wide open, so I got attacks to make you eat dirt off the ground!

Marisa : And if you will not leave, we'll make you leave, by going all the way through! It's going to be taking less a minute until we discourage the Eldritch, it's about to get a little hasty with this Eldritch creature going for take outs! Come on, monster! You wanna eat something that is delicate to you, then I got a delivery just for you, a monster butt-kicking delivery!

Iris : Hmph! You seemed to be making a lot of jokes then that to be at one's comedy for no reason, too bad all of that comedy stuff will be your final act. I will make the sunflowers fields your final resting spot and I will make you savor the blood as my treat!

Reimu : So, Marisa. Are we winging it or we're going to be Eldrtich food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

Marisa : Hope were not monster food, cause I don't look that very tasty.

Reimu : Guess it's your call. Double or nothing!

Iris : Hmph. I guess this a little too dull for you. Guess I'm gonna make you go a little light weighted.

Reimu : What does that even mean? (Iris uses her telekinesis to lift the two up) Woah! What's happening!? What's going on!?

Marisa : Uhh, Reimu? I think we're being picked up by force.

Reimu : Force? So does that mean she is using...(realizing) I get it now, she's using eldritch powers but she's using telekinesis that is supernatural. It's like she has the power to use the force.

Iris : Time for a take out! (pushes the girls back by force)

Reimu & Marisa : WOAAAAAAAAH!!! *DBZ SFX : Wall Hit/Crash*

Reimu : Gee! What's with this girl!? She's using eldritch powers but why is she using telekinesis? How did a girl manage to use the power of an Eldritch?

Marisa : Well, it's because eldritch being clearly have a power called ESP, it's how humans and eldritch would have the ability to control things without using their hands and even move things such as objects.

Reimu : Of course, she's using Eldrtich Power and ESP, that's Psychokinesis!

Marisa : Psychokinesis!? Well, that's no fair share of mine! That's Iris for ya!

Izayoi : What's going? How can this thing be at top speed!? Fast and quick! I was so close to beat this thing! Pretty slick! Let's see if you can handle my throwing knives! (throws multiple knives to attack angie)

Angie : Gah!

Izayoi : That went well!

Angie : Not bad! You're pretty good at this, you'll might pass the test to win this duel against me.

Izayoi : Hmph! This might get lucky for me, so this is the reason that I'm gonna win big here!

(the barrier activates to trap Iris)

Marisa : BINGOOO!!! We have you cornered! So give up now!

Reimu : Double or Nothing, Marisa! Time get into one phrase, the more the merrier.

Marisa : Right.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Stop what you're doing!

Reimu : Huh? Who goes there?

Marisa : Hey, what's that little guy doing inside of a machine? That's a Dark Chao Walker ain't it?

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : The name is Shinra Kusakabe, I'm the one who created the world of Soul Eater and that girl over is Iris, she was that person that I always knew, the rightful to be the person that I could protect. She was the only one that I eventually care about.

Reimu : So you're the one behind that this Soul Eater crap! You think that you had the answer of making Maka's world like that? You did all of that to her and you're responsible for creating that Shinigami guy, in fact that he wasn't Shinigami, he was that man-made son of yours was it?

Marisa : You were the one who spread all of this lying, didn't you?

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Maybe I am right, but our author is such a joke to all of Japan. Guess I take the Ohkuboverse fair and square, lies are the lies, but I always seek into Truth.

Angie : What defiance is this!?

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : What the...who are you? I see, you're the eldritch bastard who resurrected Iris when went into reincarnation for the resurrection.

Angie : That is true.

[Showdown - Yutaka Minobe]

Angie : I recreated her life, yet is still a human to become stable. When you defeated the Evangelist that turns out to be an astral puppet, we have discovered from somewhere on the planet was ceased to function by the hero himself, Hercules. Records saying that the so-called Kishin was only a puppet to the heartless, it was trying to open the door to darkness in order for Demon Vibe to unveil his dream of Galactic Conquest.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : You cretin!

Angie : Hold that tongue of yours! Speak wisely, or else that you will never see this girl again.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : !?

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Iris!

Iris : ...Shinra-kun...

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : (looking down) ...Iris...

Reimu : Wait, those two know each other?

Marisa : It seems those two are lovebirds from 1000 years before, they first met in his old world while it was sabotaged by Demon Vibe and Sephiroth's likeliness, just before he created the world that Maka was living in.

Reimu : That all makes sense now.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Iris...

Iris : Shinra-Kun...you never broke our promise, didn't you?

Shinra : Of course, I didn't. The only reason to keep you safe is that I was the one who will able to protect you, I would keep this precious smile to you.

Iris : Shinra-Kun....You finally remembered me this time. (holds head in pain) Gaaah! (grunting in pain) Gomenasai, Gomenasai, Shinra-Kun! (uses her telekinesis push the two back by force)

Reimu & Marisa : YAAAAAAAAAH!!! *Samurai Jack SFX : Collapse* What gives!?

Iris : (puts hand on glass) Gomene...(does an indirect kiss on Shinra)

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : ...!? (evades)

Iris : Sayonara. (unleshes an pyrokinetic force to burn the entire Sunflower fields) *DBZ SFX : Loud Explopsion*

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : ...IRIIIIIIS!!!

Iris : Until me again *DBZ SFX : Instant Transmission*

Angie : Farewell. *Instant Transmission*

[It's here/Run Away!! (Station Fire/UFO) - Akira Miyagawa]

Reimu : Holy cow! She set the whole fields on fire!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Time for me to leave the scene! (flees in his Dark Chao Walker)

Izayoi : Reimu, Marisa!

Reimu : Izayoi, gladly that you finally bought us some time to be here. This place is on fire! We gotta get everyone to evacuate soon as possible!

Marisa : (covers mouth to cough) We can't stand all of this fire! All of that smoke is literally bad for our health, we can't to breathe from here! It's too risky to be alive if we're gonna to survive!

Wriggle : HEY! CAN ANY OF YOU HURRY UP!? WE'RE GONNA GET ROASTED HERE!

Izayoi : (coughs) If only there was a way to stop this chaos, it would be a major problem to get out of here!

Yuuka : Let's all pray.

*RAIN FALLING*

Yuuka : Huh? It's beginning to rain? Who would've done this?

??? : Sorry, there! But we have arrived, help is here to put out the fire.

Reimu : Oh, you must be that Tillis person, You're Tillis of the Burning Rangers!

Yuuka : Burning Rangers?

[Soothing Heat - Fumie Kumatani]

Tillis : Thank goodness that I was going to put out all of this fire.

"Tillis : Ex-Member of the Burning Rangers."

Reimu : You're one hell of a firefighter, I mean a Burning Ranger.

Marisa : How can we ever repay for fixing up all of this burning mess? That nun just set the whole place on fire right after the fight.

Izayoi : I look forward to your humble deeds, I consider that you would do fine with everything that you have for us in store.

Tillis : That's one thing's sure, I always keep out on a promise. You two are alright, you need anything for help?

Reimu : Well, yes. I guarantee you that it would be our pleasure to get everyone to safety. But we don't know of what happened to the farmers.

Tillis : Don't worry, the farmers are fine, but 70% percent of the Sunflowers fields have been damaged by the flames of pyrokinetic force, that's where the pyrokinesis originated from Firaga. I explain this to you right after these details that I am giving you. Come to my place. I'll show you around.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : (Talks into communicator) I'm on way. Heading back now. (leaves when Dark Chao Walker flies off)

*DBZ SFX : Blasting off*

~ Stage 25 : Lovers from 1000 years ~

[silverscreenprincess]

Of Heavenly Songs and Moonlit Monsters

‘You – You are the Phantom!’

‘If I am the Phantom, it is because man’s hatred has made me so!

If I shall be saved, it will be because your love has redeemed me.’

The 1925 silent adaptation of Gaston Lerroux’s classic novel The Phantom of the Opera is one that belongs no more to its time than to ours. Among its delicious costume design and glistening ghosts, Rupert Julian’s silver picture is one that continues to make audiences marvel at its expertise. Watching it a little under a hundred years later, one easily finds that it almost perfectly mirrors our own era, our own leading ladies, and our own monsters. This film, like countless others before it – and countless after – employs the narrative technique of the madonna-whore character(s). Narrative, of course, because it shapes every facet of the Phantom’s tale in every possible way. 

At the fifteen minute mark, Christine Daaé makes her appearance in a Heaven-white gown, holding an angel’s hand. It is revealed, through hushed dialogues in the velvet box-seats of the Paris Opera House, that she is some man’s favourite, and his favoured. No viewers are yet aware that the man is a monster, and that he holds her pale hand, too. The Phantom has not only been teaching her how to sing in private, but has called for the prima-donna, Carlotta, to be removed from the lead role for the sake of Christine. A rotten woman for an angel. Carlotta is entitled, selfish and spoiled. Rolling pearls around her fingers, wrapping them around her devilish neck and shaking her blonde braided hair, she taunts and defies – and smiles, and laughs. In a monster movie, it is best for a woman not to laugh. 

Carlotta, of course, is swiftly punished.

The horror begins to settle. Christine discovers the Phantom’s lair in the torture chambers under the Paris Opera House, and faints upon seeing him. The Phantom takes care of her, and warns her – she must never look beneath his mask. The angelic Christine, with an innocent heart and puckered, playful lips, removes it from his face while he plays the organ. The classic scene unfolds. Lon Chaney plays Erik, the disfigured Phantom – the Monster – looming over a screaming Christine. Having famously created his own makeup, Chaney excels in the role of a tortured and frightening Phantom, his face contorting as he laments his fury. The scene’s dialogue, rumoured to be penned by himself, is haunting.

The Monster Movie unfolds. The audience knows what might happen next, with near certainty. Christine’s pure and feminine love will either heal Erik, or the monster will be punished. In some sense, both happen. 

Though the ending is predictable, it is not a bad one. Christine’s tenderness is crystallised within a kiss on the cheek, which makes the monster weak, and gentle. The monster lets the good guys go. He is punished, chased under the glowing moon, and thrown into the Seine. Predictable, but thrilling. But I do not really care for monsters, or rather, the monsters within men. Throughout the film, it is Christine’s tenderness that arguably keeps the viewer watching. Whether it be for the sake of seeing if her sweet love will redeem the terrifying Phantom, or seeing if she ends the movie with the kind and rich Vicomte Raoul (as any good woman would) – or the monster. 

The Phantom of the Opera is yet another one of the countless films that present women strictly as either angels, or vipers. Naive, pale skin glistening under the spotlights of their silver picture, ripe for the taking; or cruel, too-loved, too-aware. This tired trope, though we like to think we’ve forgotten it, has not been done away with – not in the silents, nor the talkies, nor the modern-day blockbusters. And if we want to resolve this, where better to look than the beginning?

[doodles-dearest]

day 6 for @harringroveweek and i decided to do an angsty oneshot this time :)

warning its uh. its pretty dark. bit of gore but its mostly implied. 930 words, enjoy :)

"C'mere before I hurt."

The words echoed through his ears repeatedly, melodically, a simple rhythm repeating, thudding, drilling into Steve's skull.

It'd been days now, days of that phrase circling his mind, he was unable to get away from it.

And for days he knew the voice was familiar, knew he'd met who the voice belonged to.

He shot up in bed at three in the morning, it finally clicked who it was.

Billy.

Before he knew it he was outside, running, running to Billy's grave. He didn't know why. He didn't even remember putting on clothes or going outside. All he knew was he had to go to Billy.

He saw the grave, dusty and grimy; he didn't remember it looking so aged before. He then noticed the vines, those certainly weren't there before, and the gravestone looked almost raised, as if the vines were holding it up higher. Steve squinted– yes, yes that's exactly what they were doing. He went to kneel in front of it for a closer look, only to step back when he noticed how hollow the ground felt. It was like the soil from all but the top layer had been removed, almost like an air bubble.

The vines began to twitch like tentacles, raising the stone higher, all the way out of the ground, bits of dirt and soil sticking to their slimy wet surface.

"What the hell?" Steve muttered, trudging back before realising that that was as far as he could go. His body wouldn't allow him to leave.

The earth air bubble started to convulse, straining upwards; something or someone was trying to burst out.

Steve reached for his walkie talkie, praying someone would be awake for him to call, but realised with anguish that he'd forgotten it at home, in its place was his nail bat. Why the hell did he think to bring his nail bat but not his damn walkie?

That's when it burst out.

A demogorgon, dirt and mud splattered onto it, screeching and roaring with its teeth sharp as nails, dripping thick saliva as it reared its head into the air.

Then it stopped.

Its petals folded in, revealing not a demogorgon face, but Billy's.

Billy panted and bent over, dry heaving and cursing due to the pain.

Steve watched in horror.

Billy was alive. And he was a demogorgon. Does that really mean he was alive? It couldn't, surely. The demogorgon was alive, sure, but Billy himself? No chance.

He didn't get chance to think of anything more, as he was distracted by Billy (the demogorgon? Billygorgon? Demobilly? Billy would do for now.) grabbing him by the shoulders.

"You heard." He whispered with shock. "It worked, you heard, you heard me."

Steve managed a startled squeak in return, he didn't have chance to ask how the hell Billy communicated with him. A dead man walking stood before him.

"And the nail bat… God you're an angel Stevie, you know that?"

"Stevie–" Steve repeated. It was funny how one simple nickname shot him back to the past, back to before it all went wrong. Back to the nights getting egregiously high together, back to the shared microwave dinners, the movie nights they insisted weren't dates but would always end in hesitant kisses and warm hugs as they fell asleep in eachothers arms.

Billy caught the way Steve's eyes glazed over in reminiscence.

"Steve… Fuck. Fuck I'm so sorry for what I'm making you do but I'm… I'm not me. Not really, and I really won't be in however long it takes for me to stop fighting this... thing."

"What– what do you mean?" Steve managed to splutter out, his brain still jumbled.

"Vecna… He… He turned me into a thing before he died, I don't–"

"Demogorgon."

Billy smiled, and Steve wished so badly he could kiss him, kiss those beautiful lips and feel Billy's warmth again.

"Look at you." He said. "Still so fucking smart, even if you think you're not."

"Billy, I–"

"Stop, don't… don't call me that. It'll make it more difficult for you."

"Make what more difficult?"

Billy looked down at his nail bat.

Steve's eyes widened at the implication. "No. No way."

"You have to. If you don't I'll hurt everyone, I'll hurt you, I'll hurt… I'll hurt Max." His voice broke as he said his sister's name, full of regret for all he did to her in life.

"C'mere before I hurt." It made sense now. Billy wanted Steve to kill him before he ended up slaughtering the entire town.

"Why can't you just hold out on it, fight against the urges?" Steve knew he couldn't, he was stalling. He was not going to kill his boyfriend.

"You know I can't do that long term, Steve, I've only got so long until all I become is a demogorgon with human skin on it."

Steve looked into his eyes, those icy blue eyes that could keep him still and calm for so long way back when. He'd seen those eyes cry, seen them bruised, seen them full of love and fear, but now… Now they were mostly empty, empty other than pure, pure fear. Billy didn't want to hurt anyone again.

Demogorgon Billy was so alike to normal Billy despite his insistence they weren't the same. His cadence in his speech, his posture, his big calloused hands, the fear in his eyes, the way he could draw Steve in with the sweetest of smiles.

He screamed the same too, as Steve's bat hit him;

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

A rhythmic pattern, hitting in melodies of 6 beats.

"C'mere before I hurt."

[dizzycloudzzz]

what about

what about that Christmas movie cliché

you know, "someone receives a visit from three ghosts – of the past, present and future – who will make they reflect on their life"

I'm seriously thinking about Hunter (news? nope) on this, like he thinking that he doesn't "deserved" to spend Christmas with anyone (then he runs away ☠️), since it was something that everyone spent with their family and "family" for him is a very complicated subject...

THEN BELOS APPEARS (Hunter got scared thinking he was alive again) AS THE GHOST OF THE PAST

"did you come to spend Christmas with me or something like that?! how does this even work?!"

"definitely no. why would I do that?"

"'cause we're fffff- oh, I think I just learned a lesson."

and in a strange way he teaches that family is not just blood ties or who created you and stuff, so Hunter wonders if he could spend Christmas with Darius, or Camila, or Eda... but he thinks no one would accept him, for some reason, like "the party is already packed, get out"

AND THEN CALEB APPEARS AS THE GHOST OF THE PRESENT, takes Hunter to see each person who Hunter was thinking about, and everyone is like "oh boy, Hunter, yeah... that's a guy of my own heart"

At Gus' house, he was happy to have receive as a gift a pair of walkie-talkies, but then he gets sad because he doesn't have someone else to answer the other walkie-talkie and pretend they weren't next to each other talking through communicators just cause it's much cooler

Willow, the purest angel existing, being charitable and generous and helping everyone and shouting "MERRY CHRISTMAS" even to Boscha, plus trying to occupy her mind from thinking that the person she most wanted to help was isolating himself from everyone and she couldn't do anything about it cause he is also isolating himself from her, I like to think that she sang a very emotional song (like "Where's Gary?", sad SpongeBob vibe) and Hunter cried while watching cause he has a soft spot for musicals and for Willow

cute fact: Luz and Amity were spending Christmas together at the Noceda house, both also worried about Hunter

"... it would be so much cooler if Hunter was here, so I wouldn't have the ugliest sweater..."

["HEY, I SEW IT MYSELF-"

"no one can hear you now, silly"]

"... I know, sweet potato. I wish he were here too... I even bought him a book since he likes science fiction... I just don't know how to give it to him now"

["even Amity misses me? but... I thought no one would remember me... sigh, she'll probably give the gift to Gus instead, it doesn't make any difference"

"you are missing the point. all these people care about you, you are important to them... enjoy their company while you can, the present is just one, go back to them"

"you have no idea how strange it is for me to receive advice from you, but thanks"

"currently, I even have an idea. but you are welcome"

"and now, I... see the ghost of the future or..?"

"yes, go for it"]

Then comes pregnant Evelyn (cause babies are the future and to complete the trio), ghost from the future, predictable

"oh, hey, uh, mrs. Clawthorne..? I... I really don't know what to call you"

"well, not necessarily 'miss', and not necessarily 'Clawthorne'"

THEN

The ghost of the future begins to change shape into several people: Eberwolf, Steve, Chief O'Bailey, King, EVEN FLAPJACK

And then becomes at various stages of Hunter's life, like he as a child or as Golden freaking Guard

The ghost stop changing forms after turning into Hunter, the current and unique Hunter, as if they were a mirror of each other

Now Hunter (ghost) is staring Hunter (grimwalker)

And Hunter (grimwalker) has a click, almost letting out a "good one!!!" when he understood

"ooooh... I think I understand the metaphor... cause 'the future can be whatever I want even if the past was not'?"

"yup"

"depending on my choices, right?"

"yup"

"so I should... go back and stay with everyone I love and love me either?"

"if u are ready, don't waste time. btw, your words, not mine... and not cause I'm just a fruit of your subconscious, but cause it was literally you who said that"

and Hunter rushes to live his happy life, attending each Christmas parties before reuniting everyone for a MUSICAL FINALE

why not

the end 💛

[mxnkeydo]

so scarlet (it was maroon) ✧ sokeefe

✧ ship: Sophie x Keefe

✧ what to expect: it all went down went a book went soaring across the classroom but sophie never expects it to end the way it does. acrylic smeared on cheeks, pigment-stained clothes, and a whole keefe sencen later, maybe she never despised him as much as she thought she did.

✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor, sarcasm - enemies to lovers trope, human au, and a love triangle to torment you guys 😈

✧ word count: 1.2k

✧ warnings: none, just mischief :)

✧ link to masterlist

✧ link to chapter 4.5

✧ link to chapter six

✧ A/N: here's the action i promised you all, hope this met your expectations!

***

CHAPTER FIVE

“Let’s do something.”

Sophie looked up from her sketch of a deformed house incredulously at Keefe’s ridiculous comment. “We are doing something. You’ve finished a masterpiece while I’m drawing like a kid in preschool.” She glanced–much distastefully–at Keefe’s beautiful landscape: a wooden brown house on the edge of a hill with a meadow in the distance. She herself hadn’t even got past the house, and she just knew it was going to be a disaster.

“I’m not saying that what you said isn't true, but it’s getting kinda boring, don’t you think?” At Sophie’s reluctant frown, Keefe exclaimed, “It is! I know you agree, which is why we should do something else.”

Well. Sophie did have to admit, it wasn’t the most entertaining activity on a Friday afternoon. She swiveled her chair towards Keefe, who’d made himself comfortable on her carpeted floor, making imaginary snow angels in extreme boredom. “Okay. Like what?”  

Keefe sat up, a devilish grin taking over his lips. His ice-like eyes glittered dangerously, with mischief, full of life. Immediately, Sophie wished she could take her words back. Just by that look (but not to mention getting to know him for a few weeks now), she knew she wasn’t going to like whatever he was thinking. 

“Alright, you know how to drive, right?”

“Uh. Yeah, why?”

“Come on then, we’re going to the nearest retail store.”

***

“What the hell are we doing at Walmart?” Sophie whisper-yelled as Keefe dragged her down the stationery aisle, nearly toppling over a stack of pencil cases. 

“Looking for a retail worker.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going,” Sophie replied uneasily. Grimacing, she asked, “And why are we doing that?”

A plump lady in a cerulean Walmart vest walked by the aisle, muttering to herself–something about leaving early and meeting a “Kelly” after her shift. Keefe, in a blink of an eye, swiftly lifted her walkie talkie from the pocket of her jeans. Sophie gasped but Keefe slammed his hand onto her mouth. He waited for the lady to pass before walking in the other direction. Sophie didn’t budge.

“You coming?” Keefe asked, looking back.

“No! You just pickpocketed an innocent woman’s walkie talkie, what are you thinking? What’re you gonna do with it anyway?”

“I was just getting to that part. C’mon!” With a happy expression of that of a toddler, he beckoned for her to follow. Rolling her eyes, Sophie trailed him to–

“The bathrooms?! Okay, whatever you’re doing, I’m out.” Sophie halted as Keefe opened the door to the mens restroom, hiding the stolen walkie talkie in his varsity jacket (which he did look good in).

“What?” Keefe turned to her with alarmed eyes. “Naw, you’re joking.” Sophie crossed her arms and planted her feet into the ground, ignoring the weird stares she got from people passing by. “Well, you’re clearly not joking. But please? I promise, this is going to be hilarious. You just gotta trust the process.” He held out his hand imploringly.

The rest of the world fell away, because this wasn’t just about doing something she was probably going to regret–it was about his proposal of friendship. Was she ready to do that yet? Was she willing to accept it, and all of the risks? 

“What, is this an Aladdin moment where you take me on a flying carpet over the city?” Sophie chuckled awkwardly, eyeing his hand cautiously.

“This is whatever you want it to be.”

His hand was still open, still waiting, still there, as Sophie’s brain whirred. Really, it shouldn’t have been such a tough decision, but it meant much more to her than she could possibly explain. Especially since bonding with what could probably be Foxfire’s most popular boy was definitely not on her plan for the end of the year.

Biana always told her she was too introverted, too shy. Maybe it was time she stepped out of her comfort zone for once.

Reluctantly, she slid her hand into his. It was warm, like the beam that grew on Keefe’s face as his eyes sparkled like the ocean at sunset.

“Fine. But on one condition: we go into the women’s restroom.”

Shrugging, Keefe yanked her over to the women’s bathroom door, checking once to make sure no one was looking. Then, he peeked in and quickly pulled her over to an empty stall, locking the door behind them. Then he stood on the toilet and leaned against the stall.

“What are you—“

“Shh!”

 As if on cue, a toilet flushed, making Sophie startle with an abrupt yelp. The lady in the restroom quieted and walked their way.

“Are you alright honey?” She asked with concern.

“Um, yeah! We’re good! I mean—I’m good.” Sophie’s voice wavered as she pulled an eyelash. Keefe flinched as he watched.

“Oh. Period cramps, am I right?”

“Uh—“ Sophie scrambled for something to say. “Yeah. They’re—they’re a pain, aren’t they?”

“Totally.” The lady sighed. “It’ll get better, honey, don’t worry.”

“Thanks.” 

Sophie and Keefe heard the sounds of the sink and the napkin dispenser before the restroom went quiet. Sophie let out a big breath, cheeks flushed.

Keefe laughed. “Wasn’t that—“

“Terrifying? Scary? Nerve-racking? Yes, all of the above.”

“...I was going to say thrilling.”

Sophie paused. Against her will, she could feel her lips curling upward. Bashfully, she admitted:

“Well. That too.” What was happening to her? Was she transforming into a new person? Because the Sophie she used to be would never do something like this. But then again, the Sophie she used to be wouldn’t have hit Keefe Sencen in the head with a book, so she had only herself to blame.

Sophie crossed her arms. “What now?”

Keefe smirked. “Now for the exciting part. I’m going to turn this baby on and you’re gonna say exactly as I tell you to…”

Moments later, Sophie found herself saying, “Hey, this is for Kelly. I want to apologize for sleeping with your boyfriend.”

Silence. Then, a staticky voice: “You slept with my boyfriend?! You bitch, I knew it!”

“Oh stop lying, we all know he hated you anyway.”

“Where the hell are you, Patricia, because I swear, I’m going to—“

A male voice interrupted. “Kelly, Patricia, can you make this private?”

Sophie cut in. “You’re gonna what? Meet me at my house after your shift, and we’ll take it from there. Talk to you later, boo.” Promptly, she dropped the walk-in talks in the toilet and flushed it. She stood there, staring at the broken device, the weight of what she’d done settling on her back. Except the weight wasn’t burdening; in fact, she welcomed it in a way she never had before. A disbelieving laugh bubbled out of her and made its way out. Doubling over, she laughed until her eyes stung with tears and her abdomen hurt. Keefe laughed with her, trying (and failing) to speak.

“That was—oh my god—I can’t—“ 

The giggling fits eventually ceased and Sophie grinned at Keefe as they walked out of Walmart. 

“That was so fun!”

“Yeah?” The look in his eyes was hopeful, like a little kid waiting for the tooth fairy. Adorable was the word that popped into Sophie’s mind.

“Yeah! But how did you know someone named Kelly works here? And that she was a boyfriend?”

“You think I haven’t committed worse crimes at this Walmart before?”

Sophie gasped in surprise and delight, nudging Keefe’s shoulder with her own as they laughed again, not caring about whether they sounded like maniacs or not. 

For now, at this moment, it was just her, Keefe, and the prank they just pulled.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

5.6.24 Monday

12:06 am

I still have windblow... I wanna leave Cavite... I wanna get Pilot Garret...

I feel so frustrated for 17 years....Too long to be controlled by this negative force...

I feel self-pity...

Hi Pilot Garret...How I wish we can open the door of doreamon...

This is me Pilot Garret... I like your face!

I feel so bitter! I wanna leave Cavite...

For Pilot Garret:

I'm gonna open the door of Doreamon going to that time...

I had yaya, I was innocent... I was just an adoptive....I didn't wash my underwear and clothes... If I had menstruation, I will just soak it in a water just to remove the blood then give to my yaya or assistant....I had intercom or walkie talkie if in case they need me coz I was always in my room... I got my beeper when I was 14 then got my magic diary when I was 15. I had teeth braces when I was 15 until 19... I learned to drive when I was 13....I had a my arch bow in my room,if in case... I had a pepper spray given by my childhood bestfriend named apple... I had a warrior knuckle ring, if in case....I had toe rings and my feet were nice and smooth. I had flinstones vitamins and I always keep my iron sulfate....I had my portable ac that you have to put ice on it to make the air cold before I got my actual ac...I had tamagochi's and gummy bear....My favorite was mint chocolate "andes" or mint... I had my regular derma facial or treatmeant at "Dermclinic"... I had tried air gun coz we had a lot of air guns before... I bought a dance game video where you can step on it and follow the dance step, I always buy microphone coz I love singing....My favorite sanrio character is Hello Kitty... I was a choir member in "Church Of Christ"... I got my roller skate twice when I was 9 years old and 13... I had 2 phone during college, I always had 2 phones... I ate steak at the outback or in Fridays... I used to eat salads... I love Auntie's Aunt --pretzels... I love Haggen Daz ice cream it is the best! I love marshmallow... I used to drink fresh milk everyday, thrice a day...I can ride a bike even mountain bike, I'm good at it but not on my roller skate...

1:26 pm

Still,have windblow... My back is super itchy....I wanna get a bf that Pilot Garret... I feel self-pity... I wanna get some progress...

How can I be an organizer? To get some fresh access on stuff...

6:59 am

I have windblow...I dream of Mitch that she is one of the organizers of the world? What freebies she can have? But Mitch did you give me that "simple battery"??? I think someone needs to be responsible for what they did to me since 2007???

Good Morning Organizers of the world! Mostly are fakers! Can I have a free pandesal?? Free coffee??? Free hotel room or free plane ticket?? Can I have free car coz I'm an organizer of the world....

Hahaha... I pity those fakers organizers of the world!!!

Angels, I want to be part of that organizer, I'm really Portia the white wig of the world!!! I hope they can still remember me...

I forgot to post is it real that King Charles is already dead??? I hope they can still remember Portia,sympathy for the genuine "Royalty of the world"!!!

It's me Portia the white wig of the world...Can they remember me??? I need to get my right as Portia organizer of the world? I hope William and Harry can get this letter....

My deep sympathy for Prince William and Harry... I'm just here and never change my view but I tried to separate coz I have maturity and I need to get my own life but for 17 years these organizers and other big mystery in this fake world wanted me DEAD!

For PrinceWilliam and Prince Harry:

Still,me the childish and angelic soul since around 2010 and so on....I watched TV and had my own apple tablet and still just somewhere but no wifi now but from those years, I was able to do "air drop message" everywhere USA and in Europe??? My "Air Drop Message"...

Trying to find where is the tunnel but I couldn't find it... Are those people good or bad? For a couple of times they tried to steal and smash and planned to kill me... I lost my story... I respect the far away land of Europe... Everything were accidental when I first saw those things just here in our old house... Then, some years later after those 2010 and the time of Kate and William,a lot of things happened and some are stolen even the old magazines and histories of the world.

Even my thoughts they tried to steal or my hand writing??? Or my entire persona...

I know the right maturity but organizers are planning to steal again...Can we kill them on my own verdict???

I need a seal on here... Angels, how can I be the lead of the organizers of the world??? I want an actual seal... Can Prince William or Harry??? Get me some help here... People to help me to be part of that fucking organizer of the world. At least I can have "nose perfection"???

7:46 am

For Prince William and Harry:

Am I replaced??? Can I have the seal of lead of being an organizer of the world??

Am I replaced to be Portia the white wig of the world? I need an actual seal on this... A lot are fakers in this island...

8:21 am

Uncle DD is here now, few minutes ago...

2:12 pm

Still, have windblow....I wanna leave Cavite.... My S-bones are painful....I feel bitterish....

2:16 pm

I wanna leave Cavite... Did you just pass Garret??? No! I have to be with you...

2:28 pm

I have painful and itchy back....I'm mentally pregnant but I'm not... Save me Garret....

I want my serums Garret...

Sound tripping,thinking... Thinking a lot Garret...

2:39 pm

I have windblow... I'm so frustrated....Thinking of money and future... Trap for 17 years just for nothing... Deteriorating alone... I feel ugly and fat and wrinkled... I should be 17,right? But I'm the ugly duckling...

Save me Garret...

3:04 pm

I feel bitter... Too much is too much... Unfair most Filipinos...

Save me Garret...

3:35 pm

Still,have windblow trying to get my momentum back while waiting for Garret...

On my 2nd quizz on subject & verb agreement on my first try got 10/ 11...

The quizz one is somehow tricky, I always forgot so I need to review the quizz 1!

Yey!

3:45 pm

Quizz 3 on subject verb and agreement... Yey! First try!!!

4:13 pm

Waiting for Garret's Love...

How can I resist your armpits??? ♡♡♡

Loving you Garret...

4:25 pm

Garret??? Is there a mind-freak???

Garret,tell me... It is weird...

Still,waiting for Garret's big heart for me...

4:46 pm

It is painful... Save me Garret... I need a big love on me...

5:05 pm

My 2 uncle's are fake most specially this Uncle DD I just asked for 10 pesoses he said he doesn't have money... I have 5 pesoses for coffee supposed to be... I need 15 pesoses...I will ask a back-up from Ely later...

5:59 pm

8:55 pm

Thanks Ely for the back-up today...70 today + 581= 651

Still,far to sing for 10k pesoses 🤗🤗

[awakentrashpanda]

Starlight fam (My OCs) incorrect quotes

Sapphire: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Sapphire: That's why I own TEN guns. (They’re water guns)

Sapphire: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

Monika: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Sun: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Sun: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Adam: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Victoria: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Clarice: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Monika: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Moon: I hate you guys so much.

Ki ki: *makes Sun a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Victoria: *sips tea*

Ki ki:

Victoria: *finishes tea*

Ki ki: Didn't it taste bad?

Victoria: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Ki ki, tearing up: Oh, okay.

Sun: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Monika: How did you find us?

Sun: I saw your ad on craigslist.

Moon, at the Monika's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Moon, leaning over her coffin: Okay, listen here you little heathen. I know you’re not dead.

Monika (as a ghost): Yeah, no crap.

Gi gi: What does “take out” mean?

Sapphire: Food.

Victoria: Dating.

Moon: Murder.

Monika: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

Victoria: What are you guys doing?

Sun: Like in life in general or-

Adam: Not much. Why, what's up?

Victoria: I dunno, I’m bored playing AC.

Adam: Assassins Creed?

Victoria: Animals Creed.

Sun: Assassins Crossing.

Sun: Why would you give a knife to Victoria?!

Monika, shrugging: Tori felt unsafe.

Sun: Now I feel unsafe!

Monika: I’m sorry…

Monika: Would you like a knife?

Monika: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.

Sun: I think you mean cards.

Moon: They did not.

Monika, pulling out knives: I did not.

Gi gi: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Ki ki: It's kind of complicated, but Sapphire-

Gi gi: Got it. Forget I asked.

Sun, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles!

Sapphire: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake-

Monika, under their breath: Don’t say Jortles.

Sapphire: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

Victoria: *Gasp*

Clarice: wHAT??

Victoria: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Clarice: *inhales*

Monika, in another room with Moon: Why can I hear sobbing?

Sora: I give up. I am so tired.

Moon: Get the emergency supply!

Adam: *carries Jack and places him in front of Sora*

Jack: *smiles*

Sora: *picks up Jack* Nevermind!

Moon: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Victoria: Not if they consent to it.

Monika: Depends on who your stabbing.

Adam: YES??!!?

Moon: Wake me up-

Victoria: Before you go go

Sapphire: When September ends

Ki ki: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Moon: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Moon: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Sora: Bonjour.

Clarice: Le growl.

Monika: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Sapphire: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Moon: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Monika: if you want information it is

Adam: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

Sun: *tapping fingers on table*

Ki ki: *taps fingers back furiously*

Gi gi: …What’s going on?

Jack: Morse code. They’re talking.

Sun: -... . .. -. --. / .- / -... .-. ..- - . / .-- --- -. .-..-. - / .-. . -....- .- .-.. .. ...- . / -- --- -. .. -.- .- / .- -. -.. / -.-. .-.. .- .-. .. -.-. .

Ki ki: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Monika, possessing Sun and singing to the tune of I kissed a girl: I killed a jerk and I liked it~

Jack, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Victoria singing along innocently: The taste of his cherry chapstick~

Sora, with a face of pure horror: Probably.

Sun: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke. 
Sapphire: Okay, but what is updog? 
Victoria: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. 
Monika: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. 
Clarice: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. 
Y/N: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. 
Sun: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. 
Monika: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. 
Victoria: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. 
Sapphire: What’s a henway?? 
Sun: Oh, about five pounds.

Sun: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! 
Sapphire: Tubular AF! 
Victoria: Mood to the max! 
Clarice, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. 
Monika, pulling out a light saber: If she breathes, SHE’S A SQUARE!!!

Sun: Are we really going to let Sapphire keep Victoria? 
Clarice: I kept Monika.

Moon: Jellyfish have been living for 600000 years without brains. A shining ray of hope for my siblings.

Monika: *wiping her butterfly knife clean while covered in blood* I get really offended when people tell me I’m going to hell for being gay because I feel like they’re overlooking all the other perfectly valid reasons I’m going to hell.

[artemfication]

Mammon and his crushing problems

Let’s be real here, he is an absolute simp for MC

He would quite literally kiss the ground they walk on

However…

Mans is too embarrassed to admit he fell in love with a human

Like he is literally the second most powerful of the seven sins, tf u mean simping for some dumb ass human???

Oh fuck they smiled at him, RUN!

poor MC takes that as a sign that he doesn’t like them

They didn’t expect for the seven brothers to like them at all, but it seems like even being near them is too embarrassing for the second born

“MC is not with us for breakfast?”

“Huh? Wdym MC isn’t there for breakfast?! They never miss out on breakfast, and here I thought we could do our make-up togethee!” Asmodeus is a bit confused.

“Do any of you happen to know about their whereabouts?”

“I did hear their door when I was making breakfast. Think it was around seven? They must’ve gone to school early.” Satan mumbles as he takes a bite from his sandwich.

“Strange…I see no need for them to go that early. Not that I’m complaining, but their grades look fine.”

Lucifer’s gaze turns to Mammon and he can already feel another scolding coming from the oldest.

“Don’ look at me, they didn’t tell me anythin’ this mornin’ so ya can’t blame me.”

“You’re right. I was suppose to assign someone else as MC made a request to swap you out for one of your brothers. Their preference was Beelzebub or Satan. Not to worry, I will seek them out at RAD. I have a hunch either the Angels or Solomon came to pick them up…perhaps Thirteen since they became quite close lately. It does make me wonder what made them want to change guardians, though they assured me it’s because they wanted to get to know the others better.”

Ouch…that hurt mammon’s teeny tiny heart

Wasn’t he enough for you?

Did he do something that pissed you off?

“I’m done with breakfast. I’ll go ahead. Mammon’s got the dishes right? I’ll go and seek out MC to accompany them until you’ve had your little talky talk.” Asmodeus quickly gets up and takes one last glance in the mirror before going out to make his way to RAD.

One by one the brothers leave the table until it’s just mammon and lucifer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet mammon”

“Wha- you wanna have me talkin’ all the time or what?”

“That’s not what I was implying, however, you seemed quite surprised and sad when you heard about the change in guardianship. Mind telling me if you did something anyway?”

“Argh, how am I suppose to know? I’m just glad I got them off my back-“

“Lucifer?”

Mammon freezes at the sound of your voice.

“You wanted to speak to me? I’m sorry for not attending breakfast, I was in the library to print out my assignment papers. I have a free period right now as the professor got sick. Asmodeus told me you wanted to talk to me so I came back as you were still here. Saves you a trip to seek me out.”

“How thoughtful of you MC. Yes, I did want to talk to you about the change of guardianship. Please follow me to my office.”

Mammon tries to talk to MC but they give him the cold shoulder and avoid his gaze like the plague.

He’s fucked up for good, hasn’t he?

For the rest of the day he has locked himself in his room, lying on his bed and staring at his screen which plays some random video about how to hack a gambling machine.

Did they hear him say those harsh words?

But he didn’t mean it…

Beelzebub calls for dinner, but mammon has no appetite.

How is he suppose to fix this?

His old self would’ve been happy to be free from that guardianship

But the him now has become so attached to that puny little human

He never wanted to admit it, but it is a fact.

He’s in love with you

But expressing such a thing is so hard

How does Asmodeus do this shit all the time?

Well…not like he’s ever confessed, but rather received confessions…

Mammon has had his fair share of confessions as well. But he never confessed himself.

Do humans and demons confess in the same ways?

He looks up how to confess on Deviltube, watches some human confession movie scenes, but he is none the wiser

A little while later he hears laughter from outside his door and he quietly walks towards the door the peek outside.

“…and so his mom exposed him at a family dinner, for dating all these girls, because she found out their names by accident and the poor guy had to sit through the embarrassment, it was so funny when I heard it!”

MC and Asmodeus are gossiping and giggling as they’re making their way to Asmo’s room

That sweet smile MC wears…

They never smiled at him like that

“Let me get you some cute accessories I recently bought, when I was back home! See if they match with your fit for tomorrow, yeah?”

MC walks to their own room to look through their vanity drawer and are too busy searching that they don’t hear mammon walk in, until he clears his throat

O-oi, human. Can we talk for a sec?”

“I don’t have any grimm on me and no you can’t sell my bathwater.”

“That’s not what I wanted to t-talk about. I-it’s about that guardianship…”

“You’re welcome. Was that it?”

Guilt is weighing heavy on his heart as he hears the slight hurt in their voice

“I don’t want a “you’re welcome”…I just wanted to know why…?”

“Because you’re obviously embarrassed of me. You always run away whenever I look at you. When I try to be nice, you run off. When I ask you a question, you insult me without missing a beat. I know you didn’t like me in the beginning, but what did I ever do for you to hate me so much? Is it because I’m human?”

“N…no, I swear on my Goldie, it ain’t you who’s the problem. It’s me, I’m the one being stupid. I never meant any of those insult towards ya. Ya gotta believe me MC! I-It’s just this stupid feelin’ I get whenever I’m near ya…ya make me feel kinda weird…”

“As in disgust?”

“Nah, nah, not disgust…it’s just…it feels nice…but it also makes me anxious, ya know what I mean?”

At this point mammon is redder than Lucifer’s eyes.

He can feel those beats of sweat drip down the sides of his face

C’mon ya stupid demon, just say your shit!

“I….uh….I…I like you, okay?!” He splutters, eyes closed and his fist balled, not daring to look MC in the eyes

They’re gonna reject him, aren’t they? Just like everyone else-

“Mammon a-are you sure…?”

“You’re ma human…I’m ya first man…I don’t want any of those others to become ya guardian…you’re my precious dumbass human…”

Would you reject this adorably tall, white haired, blushing, stuttering, avatar of Greed?

You must be stupid if you did.

“I’m sorry for being so mean to ya…I was just a lil’ scared of myself.”

The MC is too stunned to speak

“I-I get it if ya gonna reject me…but it was unfair of me to keep ya in the dark…I’m sorry…”

“You dumbass demon…why didn’t you say that earlier?!”

The mammon was too stunned to speak as MC’s arms have found their way around his waist.

“I’m not rejecting you, but you really need to stop doing stupid things…”

“I heard ya…”

Spoiler alert: He didn’t

Mans still gets flustered as hell whenever MC does something as mundane as asking him something or even just walking beside him!

He once passed out when receiving a scolding from Lucifer because MC held his hand