#WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET WHISKERS.

[nyabeilles]

" there is a darkness in riverclan, closer than you think. " shadow, page 189

frostpaw ! wooo! someone give her a blanket and a break!

clanmao by @booksofstars, i really enjoyed using it to act like an obscure halo :)

[piquuroblox]

Guess what time it is. That’s right IT’S ANGST TIME! :)

Twisted Cotton lore real??? :o But yeah here’s the long awaited angst between Cotton and Astro. As you can tell, Cotton’s tweaking just a bit-(totally not because his best friend is as good as gone-). But yeah have some wet cat moments from our favorite little cotton ball and his friend moon :)

not in MY au. NOBODY’S SAD (at least not sad for very long)

[skygoldart]

Cod Grian Cosplay Build!

The fish man himself, season 10 Grian!

Reference Sketch

Some notes:

I always end up changing somethings from the reference when making the actual outfit, although I stayed pretty close it it this time.

I initially drew him with a handlebar mustache and goatee to mimic the whiskers of a fish, however I switched to a fluffier mustache beard to match the guy from Frozen.

I also opted for my turtleneck shirt over the red sweater+collar to go for more of a fisherman vibe

Since Grian is usually drawn with parrot wings, I wanted to call back to that with red yellow and blue feathers on the bobbers.

The tail and fins

I wanted to lean into the “fish”er man design and gave him fish fins and a tail.

It’s design is based on a cod fish with striped fins based on the feathers of an osprey

To make it, I drew the tail pattern on a large piece of paper, cut it out, cut each section out of the respective fabric times two, sewed the two sides together, and lastly filled it with a ton stuffing.

The tail is heavy, but it’s fun to wack people with it.

The fins for the arms and beanie are made in a similar way, each hand sewn onto the beanie/bracers once stuffed.

The Overalls

I had originally planned for him to be wearing waders, but wanted to make the outfit more wearable for everyday wear without overheating. So I opted for some brown corduroy overalls instead.

To add a “wet” look to each pant leg, I briefly dipped each one into some black fabric dye before rinsing and drying.

The green pixels on his skin look like they could be kelp or patches so I decided to go with the latter and dug through my scrap fabric to find these green pieces.

I embroidered the edge of each piece with a unique stitch and placed them randomly on each leg.

The snails!

Of course we can’t forget about the snails

There are three snails for this project with two more eventually on the way (a plush pink snail, and a plush brown snail).

I made the clay blue snail first with polymer and attached tie tacks to the underside so I can use it like a pin and stick it anywhere on my clothes.

Same goes for the pink worm snail which is also made of clay.

The blue plush snail is based on a pattern from Etsy by willowynn with some slight modifications, mainly to the eyes/feelers, and doubling the size.

Facial hair

This was one of the parts I was the most excited about for this cosplay and the only part I didn’t do myself. I commissioned @basic-amoeba to make a custom ventilated beard, styled and everything. This part turned out so good!

Some final notes for this project

This cosplay took from Feb 20 to March 15th to complete since I was so determined to finish it before Grian changed his skin. Haha look at me now. He still hasn’t changed it.

Not pictured (cause why can I only add 10 photos 😭) is the mending book with a fish hook I made using scrap faux leather, cardboard, and some cut printer paper. I painted in galactic the word mending and sprayed the whole thing in my “enchanting” spray paint (a blue to purple iridescent glitter spray paint)

A small fun backstory to the fishing rod:

My grandpa is an experienced fisherman and has dozens of fishing poles. When I talked about this project with him, he brought me out to his workshop and pulled down the dustiest fishing rod there. He told me he had fished this fishing rod from a lake one day with the line and bait still attached. Can’t get anymore accurate to Minecraft fishing than that lol.

Obligatory cosplay photo:

[featherdixon]

i look in people's windows

summary: daryl doesn’t feel comfortable at the welcome party, so he goes outside. but you feel something’s missing, and it’s not anything else but the person who is your home.

warning: alexandria!era, hurt/comfort, fluff.

words count: 914.

Everything had been a nightmare, and finally, you could rest.

Today had been the welcome party. Your wavy hair brushed against your bare shoulders, and you were wearing a red dress. The fireplace was lit, and so were the gazes of the people around you. It made you happy to be there, yet something was missing. It wasn't a thirst for blood, nor was it that your survival instinct was still awake. It was something else.

You left that home with a smile on your face, and when the breeze caressed your skin, you hugged yourself. After your gaze got lost in the clouds covering the sky, it landed on a kitten among the trees. Your chest felt like a small home for your heart as you remembered it looked just like a stray cat that used to hide in your yard.

You walked carefully to avoid scaring it and bent down, offering your fingers for it to sniff. Its whiskers tickled you, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. You gently stroked its little head, feeling a warmth inside when it started to purr. Moments later, you heard twigs snapping under someone's footsteps. The black kitten ran away.

Oh, there it was—the person you were missing.

He hadn’t showered yet, and you were sure he hadn’t eaten either. He had his crossbow slung across his back, his gaze fixed on the window. His eyes were a doorway to a timeless pain.

“Hi, Daryl,” you greeted with a gentle smile, and he took a moment to look at you. You saw that he intended to leave, and before he could, you stood up to approach him.

“Don't you want to come in?” you asked innocently, but he didn’t even look at you. He just stood still and shook his head.

“Why not?”

People couldn’t change the air, but the whole atmosphere shifted when Daryl's eyes finally met yours. His eyes always reminded you of a sea reflecting thick clouds, and this time, they reflected an uncontrollable storm. You swallowed hard and remembered you didn’t need an umbrella.

“I ain't got no place in there." he replied, turning away as if the words genuinely hurt. You had seen wounds on his body that caused him less anguish than this.

“And where do you belong, then?" you wanted to know. When his eyes drifted toward the woods, you shook your head emphatically. "You're a person, Daryl."

He started walking away, and you followed, feeling your feet protest in your heels.

“Ain't one for playin' house." he said with a certain bitterness that made your chest burn.

“We’re just trying to get back to normal,” you laughed, as if that were the most normal thing in the world. He clicked his tongue and turned around.

“Thing is, that kinda stuff ain't never been normal for me. I ain't ever had a real home or people who...” He cut himself off, and your chest felt heavy. He’d never had a home or people who cared about him.

You closed your eyes for a moment and offered him a smile.

“Sorry for...” you tried to say, but he brushed it off.

Before he could walk away again, you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“You're part of the family, Daryl,” you said, your words filled with the beating of your heart. He didn’t believe it, so you ventured to brush aside the strands of his hair covering his eyes. “You don’t have to go inside that house; parties are pretty boring anyway... But you're still part of the family.”

You left a kiss on the corner of his mouth, catching him off guard.

“You don’t have to keep looking through people’s windows. Not anymore,” you whispered, very close to him, and his eyes fell on you. You sensed he was trying to find a place for himself among all his broken pieces.

“What if bein' alone's the only way I feel right?" your hand gently caressed his cheek.

“You can be alone as long as you don’t forget where you belong,” you replied, feeling your lips dry and your soul overflowing with emotion. “You belong to a family that wouldn’t be anything without you.”

You saw he was about to protest, and you beat him to it.

“We wouldn’t be anything without you, Daryl Dixon. Me, least of all." You confessed, knowing that if you were alive, it was because he found you.

It was when he rested his head on your shoulder, and you felt an overwhelming urge to cry. You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back, and your gentle arms wrapped around him. You hugged his broken heart and all the thoughts he had when he felt so far from being able to allow himself this happiness.

“You’ve finally found your family,” you whispered, feeling his arms wrap around your waist. Then, he pulled back, and you both stood there for a few seconds, looking at each other. Your heart was racing as he started to walk.

You followed him until you came across a couple playing with their kid at home. When the child wandered off, the couple shared a kiss. Daryl watched them, and before he could move on, you pulled him close. You kissed him softly, but with a special touch.

“You don’t have to look through people’s windows anymore,” you whispered, and he returned the kiss—soft and irresistibly emotional. “You have me right here.”

[nmakii]

Hi!! I saw that you’re taking Hazbin requests and was wondering if I could request one!😊 I’d love to request an Angel Dust x gn!reader oneshot where Angel doesn’t have anyone to watch Fat Nuggets for him while he’s at work, but reader feels bad and offers to help him out? This is set before they’re dating, like reader really likes Angel (pretty much crushing on him) but doesn’t feel like Angel notices them much, so in an effort to put themselves out there, they volunteer to help, especially since they know how much Fat Nuggets means to Angel. Angel is a bit hesitant at first, not knowing how qualified they really are to take care of his baby, but he sees how sincere they are in taking on this responsibility, so to put them to the test, he agrees. Of course, Nuggs is a little mischievous at first, but instantly warms up to reader☺️

Later on, Angel comes back and sees how well reader and Nuggs are getting along and he’s just all soft and mushy at how adorable they are😍 Angel’s known about reader’s crush on him for a while and would always playfully tease them about it, thinking that it was just because they were a fan, but seeing this, he can’t help but notice how caring and sweet reader really is😍 and if Nuggs likes them enough, then that says a lot. In the end, Angel thanks them and in true Angel Dust fashion, suggests that they should get to have their own “play date” next time😏😉 in which reader is all flustered and is thinking “fuck… I didn’t expect to get this far”😳 but Angel laughs, eating up their reaction, saying that he’s just teasing and would genuinely like to get to know reader more. And then they share a really cute, fluffy moment (with Angel giving a little cheek kiss😘) in the end💕💕💕

I’m so sorry this is insanely long!! My brain got carried away and went off but if you’re willing to write this request, I would absolutely appreciate it! If not, no worries!! Thank you love!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

YOUR IVY GROWS, NOW I’M COVERED IN YOU

— falling in love can make you do silly things. especially when it’s angel dust you’re falling for.

— i get it Y/N. i did the exact same thing (i j bought him cup noodles and i gotta chill out) happy birthday to me and angel hehe!

“fuck me..” angel groaned out. “isn’t that what’s about to happen..?” husk raised his eyebrow at angel. “hah!” angel rolled his eyes at husk’s joke. “val wants me to head to the studio… something about dick fight island or whatever…” he scrunched his face at the corny plots valentino wrote. “hey, whiskers! can ‘ya take care ‘a fat nuggets till i’m back?” angel asked, keeping fat nuggets close to his body.

“ah… angel, ‘ya mind if i take care of him?” you asked, heart racing as you did. “i…i mean husk is kinda busy with manning the bar… ‘n i don’t have much to do, so i could take care of him!” you explained, hands fidgeting as you nervously looked angel in the eye.

“eh…” angel thought for a second. your explanation was logical, but you and him were not as close as say, angel and husk. “shit, fine. why the hell not? i trust ‘ya.” he shrugged.

he looked down at fat nuggets, wondering what might happen when he’s gone, before hesitantly handing him over. fat nuggets squeals a bit under your care, feistily wiggling around in your arms.

angel laughed as he watched you struggle to keep fat nuggets still. “haha! hope you can deal with him. anyways, i gotta head out now.” he frowned before pinching you on the nose and leaving.

in all honesty, fat nuggets was not much of a problem. he was affectionate and not at all messy. all you had you do was feed and tend to his grooming.

when angel returned, he found you and fat nuggets fast asleep on the couch of the leisure room. your arms cradle him as fat nuggets’ hooves rest on your shoulders, all while having a blanket over you.

the two of you looked so sweet, as if a parent with their child. angel almost didn’t want to wake you up. almost.

you forget that this is angel dust.

angel reached a claw under your jaw and started tickling you until you woke up. “mornin’, sleeping beauty!” angel grinned as fat nuggets climbed his way into angel’s arms.

“aww… did’ya miss me, nuggs?” angel smiled, petting fat nuggets. he looked up to see you blushing from you and angel’s close proximity to each other. angel only grins. “what’s up? never got close enough before?”

“no! it’s nothing.” you said, moving your eyes to anywhere but angel’s. he shrugs it off. “thanks a lot again, i appreciate it.” he smiled, his eyes showing a moment of genuine gratitude. “ya’know… next time, i could leave nuggs with good ‘ol whiskers, then you and i could have… a playdate of our own?” he smirked, pushing his forehead against yours while placing his lower set of hands on your waist.

you froze under angel’s touch, brain trying to think of a response. angel simply laughs, eating up your reaction to his advances. “i’m just teasin’! it’ll be a long time before i let ‘ya touch me anywhere. chill, will ‘ya?” he grinned.

“but, if you’re interested…” he starts. “i wouldn’t mind a dinner tomorrow.” he grinned, winking as if to tempt you even further.

you thought to yourself before speaking “ah, sure..! what you say dinner at 7? i’ll meet you down here.” you said. “‘ya betcha. i’ll see you tomorrow then, babycakes.” angel smiled, peppering your face with kisses before he returned to his room, fat nuggets in hand.

[ratcandy]

Now that I have some base designs for everyone here's a rough height comparison!

Not included: Sozo is somewhere between Shamura and Kallamar while Arylide (my yellow cat) is about the same height as Leshy if maybe a bit shorter.

Some other design notes,

The Lamb is extremely tiny because I think its funny. Also because way back in 2019 I made and got super attached to a personal OC who was also cult leader who was itty bitty tiny so now I'm attached to that idea

Technically if you stretched Leshy out all the way he would probably be taller than all of them. Except Kallamar, because if you stretched out Kallamar and counted the length of his tentacles, he'd be obnoxiously tall

Shamura can also prop themself up to be taller if they so choose but they do Not choose that often

Clothing-wise things are a mess. I'm not very good at designing clothing, always been a weak point of mine, but there are some small things I'm trying to go for specifically:

Leshy wears the cult symbol because, though he expressly denies it, he got comfortable the fastest of all his siblings. It helps that Aryl is here but even aside from that...... He's the deity of Chaos, even if formerly. He can adapt to whatever he wants to

Narinder is wearing a complete stand-out thing from everyone else. Nothing Bishop-like and nothing Lamb Cult related. He put together that hooded cloak himself because he misses his old one

Shamura is figuratively stuck between two worlds at the moment (having little to no memories of Anything prior to cult life but still having this lingering feeling) so they've got both cult attire and bishop-look going on at the same time.

Kallamar said FUCK your GROSS cult attire I am wearing FANCY ROBES. The rest of you can go die

Heket is #1 lamb hater in the entire world and utterly refuses to wear anything with the cult's symbols. She's going for more of a bishop look because heresy be DAMNED she hates it here and wants everything back how it was

Misc,

"why are Narinder's eyes still like that" because it looks cool

I am thinking of Maybe giving Leshy arms. He might deserve some arms. Yes it will clash with the rest of the Centipede look but again he's Chaos he can do whatever he wants forever

Leshy also has antennae I just make them super thin lmao

Nari has whiskers but I just never draw whiskers . Always forget. In the same vein that Shamura is covered in setae but I am not drawing a ton of individual setae so you'll just have to trust me on that

If Heket's legs are not drawn massive that's not Heket she MUST have giant frog legs or I will riot. She could leap over the chapel and I will not have it any other way.

[clangenrising]

Month 3 - Newleaf

“Hey, hey,” a small warrior with speckled ginger fur called from up in a tree, “You’re new here!” She lept down, leaving a trail of glittering star light in her wake. A cheeky grin spread across her features as she straightened up. “And not in the usual way. I would know.” 

“It’s my first time,” nodded the young apprentice she had spoken to. “My name is Sagepaw, I’m RisingClan’s new healer apprentice.” 

“RisingClan!” purred the StarClan cat approvingly, “Always been my favorite. You must be very proud.” 

“What, that it’s your favorite?” huffed Sagepaw. “I don’t even know you, I’m hardly going to burst with pride because you said I should.” The starry cat snickered, arching up on her toes as her tail curled with some emotion Sagepaw couldn’t read. 

“You’re smart,” she said with a glint in her eye, “I like that. My name is Poppyblaze. I’m probably the oldest cat here.” 

Sagepaw tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “Oh really?” 

“Yep! Older than anyone you’ve ever heard of.”

“Even Risingstar?” Sagepaw asked.

“Oh, yes. Risingstar was practically my protege!” Poppyblaze puffed proudly. 

That made Sagepaw’s ears press flat. “Right… and I should believe you… why?” 

“Cause I’m your elder,” Poppyblaze said immediately, rearing onto her hind legs. “Haven’t you heard StarClan’s word is law?”

“Yes, but you strike me as a liar,” said Sagepaw bluntly. 

“Ough,” Poppyblaze fell over backwards, clutching her chest as if struck. “You wound me, young Sagepaw! Kits these days, so disrespectful!” Sagepaw huffed, only barely amused. 

“You should act worthy of respect if you want any,” she grunted, batting at Poppyblaze’s huge fluffy tail. From the ground, the starry cat’s grin widened. 

“Good!” she rolled over and flicked her tail under Sagepaw’s nose, tickling enough to make her sneeze. “You already know the first lesson.”

Sagepaw glared, rubbing furiously at her itching nose. “The first lesson? The first lesson of what?”

“My first lesson,” Poppyblaze smirked, bounding to her feet. “Never listen to StarClan just because they say so. Most of these cats are so stuck in their heads they forget they’ve been dead for ages.” She started to circle Sagepaw who turned with her, wary. “They don’t know any better than you do most of the time. Remember that, Sagepaw, and you’ll do very well for yourself and your Clan.” In a blink, Poppyblaze was gone. The world fell out from under her and with a gasp, Sagepaw woke up. 

Likewise, Sagetooth snapped awake in her nest. Her fur stood on end in the same way it did when waking from a dream at the River of Stars. She lashed her tail a bit, eyes scanning the bits of her den illuminated by faint moonlight, and eventually decided to get to her feet. She pressed a few firm licks over her shoulders, trying to soothe herself to little avail. Maybe a walk, she thought, maybe I’ll take a little walk. She took a step forward and hissed in pain, reminded suddenly of her unfortunate sprain. 

“Rotting son of a flea bitten-!” she clenched her jaw and pressed her injured paw to her muzzle. Slowly, she took a deep breath and let it out, then began to carefully limp her way out of the den. It didn’t occur to her that Scorch’s nest was empty until she ran into the rogue in the entrance to the den. 

“Oh,” Scorch pulled back, tail stiffening upright. 

“Where have you been?” Sagetooth huffed, made irritable by her pain.

She could see Scorch readjusting her posture to something more demure as she licked her whiskers and collected her thoughts. “I was talking with Goldenstar, she had some more questions for me. I hope that was alright.” Sagetooth believed her, but even still a prickle of distrust ran down her spine. As she saw it, Scorch preferred to be the cat she thought you most wanted to speak to in that moment and that irked Sagetooth to no end.

“I’m not your mother,” snapped the healer. “Talk to whoever you like, why should I care?”

“Right, of course,” Scorch dipped her head in a bow, tail curling between her legs submissively. “I’m sorry I bothered you, Sagetooth.” At least she had remembered to stop saying ‘your grace.’ Sagetooth let out a disdainful mrrp and started to limp past Scorch into the night. She didn’t look back to see how the other cat reacted. She knew she would never catch a real glimpse of her while Scorch knew she was looking. Her eyes instead flickered over to Goldenstar’s den beneath the Stoneperch. There was no sign of Goldenstar and Sagetooth concluded she must have stayed within her den to think about what Scorch had said. 

She didn’t trust it - this stranger coming into their camp, taking advantage of their hospitality, and then telling them to rearrange their entire way of life just because she found it ‘cultish’. What did she know? She hadn’t lived their life, hadn’t walked among the stars or hunted under their watchful gaze. She didn’t know just how much holding fast to their traditions had pulled them through the Red Gut terror of the last season. Sagetooth found hot tears threatening to spring to her eyes and she quickly limped out of camp, dreading the thought of being seen in such an embarrassing state. 

She stomped unevenly through the grass and found herself slightly calmed by the sound of the blades rustling in the breeze. It wasn’t long before she felt all the fight drain from her as fatigue took its place. Slowing to a stop, she sighed and sat down, letting the waves of grass dance around her. Sometimes those waves whispered of the future but tonight they were unintelligible. Sagetooth wished that they would speak to her, give her an omen to warn her Clan against the words of that conniving ginger rogue. 

A different voice spoke instead. “Tch, tch, tch… You’ve forgotten my lessons, old friend.” Sagetooth looked up to see Poppyblaze in a deep stretch. 

She sighed again and said, “I am old, aren’t I…” 

“Ancient,” Poppyblaze joked. “Old enough that you seem to have decided to ignore everything I taught you.” Sagetooth rolled her eyes, having hoped she could change the subject.

“You sent me that dream, then?” she asked, one ear twitching. 

Poppyblaze frowned and stepped closer. “Yes! You needed a reminder!” She lifted a paw and bapped Sagetooth on the forehead, much to the healer’s irritation. “What was the first thing I taught you?” 

“You said I already knew the first lesson,” Sagetooth retorted, “You didn’t teach me anything.” 

“What was the lesson?” pressed Poppyblaze. 

“Not to listen to dead cats who think they know better than me,” Sagetooth growled.

“To question your elders!” cried the dead cat, throwing her head back in frustration. “To stop taking tradition as truth!” She sighed and lowered her gaze again to meet Sagetooth’s eyes and there was a softness there, a pleading that she hadn’t expected. “When did you forget?” 

“I haven’t,” she said, looking away as Poppyblaze’s starry eyes started to make her pelt prickle. “What makes you think I have?”

“The new cat,” Poppyblaze said firmly. “You were fine with her until she started poking at StarClan and now that she’s brought a different point of view to Goldenstar’s attention, you act like she’s the enemy.” 

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Sagetooth’s teeth clacked angrily. 

“How can you be sure?” asked Poppyblaze. “Is it so crazy to think other cats might have good ideas? Or are you so stubborn in your old age you think you have nothing left to learn?” 

“I know how she makes me feel!” Sagetooth snapped, rounding on Poppyblaze again. “Is that not enough? She spits on our traditions, on the path I’ve spent my life pursuing. Am I not allowed to be upset about that?” 

“You can be upset, kitten,” Poppyblaze soothed and Sagetooth grit her teeth at the demeaning tone, “but after you’re upset you must learn. Growth isn’t fun but it’s good.” 

“Growth,” Sagetooth laughed bitterly. “She doesn’t want growth, she wants to see our traditions die.” 

Poppyblaze sighed and turned away to leave. “Take it from a cat who’s already dead,” she said finally, “growth never stops unless you stop it. You’d do well to let your Clan keep growing.” She started to pad away and with every step her outline became fainter and fainter until she was gone. Sagetooth sighed again, alone with the night and her thoughts. She tilted her gaze up to the stars and watched them intently until she found her answer.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I remembered the song All Dolled Up by theOrionExperience and realised that it's SO Holydust besties coded!! A fun night out to forget their troubles for a few hours and just enjoy each other's company.

You can take this as a writing prompt if you feel like writing about it <33

Indigo (platonic holydust advocate)

As a fellow platonic holydust advocate I'm in! And somehow I made it about Adamsapple angst lol It's my superpower apparently.

Feel free to send more prompts/asks!

"Hey, you wanna go out and get fucked up tonight?" Angel asked Adam as he stood in the sinners doorway.

Oh boy did Adam need some fun. "Fuck yeah, ready when you are."

"Great, let's go." Adam followed Angel out and down to the lobby. He didn't miss the side eye that Angel gave Husk. "We're going out, later."

"Where are you going?" Lucifer asked from his spot on the couch.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Out. Later." He stomped out the front door. "Everything okay with you and whiskers?"

Angel snorted, "I could ask you the same thing about his majesty."

Adam looked away scowling. "Fair enough."

"I'm too sober for this shit, let's get plastered."

Adam and Angel went to a popular club in Hell, where they did shots and drank so much their blood was more alcohol than ichor by midnight.

"Can you believe he said that he wanted to slow shit down? Like shit baby if we go any slower we'll turn into fucking snails! We haven't even fucked yet." Angel drunkenly ranted as he downed another shot.

Adam hummed, taking his own. "At least you don't have everyone making fucking jabs at you about being the King's fucking boy toy. Saying that you're just a royal cock sleeve til his cunt wife comes home."

Angel frowned. "Okay you win. That sounds fucking awful. Who the fuck said that? I'll fuck them up for you!"

Adam laughed. "It's mostly that Bambi motherfucker but he doesn't know shit! What Luci and I have is real!...... I hope." He looked down sadly at the table they were drinking at. Adam felt his lip quiver.

"You really love him, don't you?"

"Of course I do! I always have, I don't really believe in all that soulmate bullshit but if I did, I'm pretty sure he'd be mine...... Why else would it hurt this bad? All I ever wanted was for him to love me." Get a few drinks into Adam and he becomes super honest. "I never forgot him. How could I? I tried so fucking hard to hate him Angel, but I can't, not really."

"Well, if he can't wake up and smell the fucking coffee and see how great you are then it's his loss bud. Someone will see it." Angel tried, it was hard to be comforting while half snapped. Sure, him and Husk had issues but they were any sized compared to Adam and Lucifer's drama. Dating a King comes with King sized drama, who knew. "I thought you guys were dating."

"Who fucking knows. Fucker sends so many mixed signals."

"Let's forget about all this shit for now and just have a good time, yeah? We need it." Angel said handing him another shot.

Adam downed it in one go. "Fuck yeah."

By the time they got home to the hotel, it was only Lucifer and Husk still waiting up in the lobby for their boyfriends. Adam and Angel burst through the door laughing and joking.

Adam plopped down on the couch next to Lucifer and Angel was taken to bed by Husk who wished he had breath mints for his baby.

Adam looked at the king. "Heyyyyy.~" He leaned over and poked Lucifer on the cheek. "How you doing?"

"You're fucking drunk as hell."

"Nah uh, you're drunk and short." Adam burst into a fit of laughter at his own joke and Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully.

"Yup, very drunk. Can you even walk?" Lucifer asked as he moved to stand in front of Adam.

Adam picked up his leg and looked down at his foot. He gasped loudly. "Oh my god! I have no toes!" Lucifer had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Apparently drunk Adam forgot he had hooves.

"Those have been there the whole time, Adam."

"And you weren't gonna fucking tell me? Rude." Adam pouted and crossed his arms. He whined when Lucifer picked him up bridal style and held him close. "Hey!"

"Shhh, let's get you to bed." Lucifer thought about placing Adam in his own room, but decided to take him to his instead. Really, he was there so much they might as well just share the damn room.

Adam had taken to playing with Lucifer's bow tie and looking intently at the king. He felt his heart flutter, he loved Luci so much. He wrapped his arms more securely around Lucifer's neck and placed a kiss on his cheek before nuzzling his face into the king's neck breathing in his smell. Brimstone and something more earthy Adam couldn't place.

This surprised Lucifer, Adam wasn't one for gushy feelings or showing of affection. But he'll take what he can get.

Lucifer sat Adam down on the bed and helped him under the covers. Once he was settled, Lucifer got in on the other side. He watched Adam lay there, looking all around until his eyes landed on Lucifer. "Why don't you love me?"

Lucifers eyes went wide. "What are you talking about? I do love you."

Adam sniffed and looked away sadly. "That's not what I hear..."

Lucifer would really rather have this conversation with a sober Adam. "Look, I don't know what people are saying but listen to me when I say this. I love you, Adam. You mean the fucking world to me." He placed his hand on Adams cheek.

"Yeah?" Adam gave him a teary smile.

"Yes." Lucifer kissed him sweetly, he tasted like tequila. "Get some sleep, dove." Adam held out his arms and Lucifer chuckled. Drunk Adam was also very clingy. "Come here, you."

Adam snuggled against Lucifer's chest and sighed happily, he was even happier when he felt a hand in his hair messaging it gently.

Lucifer would have to be sure to show Adam how much he means to him. When he was sober of course.

[bellysoupset]

Okay so this is what I thought of while reading the interactions with the kids.

I just remembered that Vince is lactose intolerant, right? So how would you feel about lactose intolerant Vince with (reluctant) caretaker Max for a change?

I mean I can imagine maybe a class party or something with a kid wanting to make sure that Mr. Monacelli (or Mr. Mo because that is freaking cute) is having fun too, so they keep bringing him snacks.

I can totally see Vin accepting anything and everything from a kid with doe eyes and not having any way to refuse because the kid is watching him and wants to see Vin eat it. (Let's be honest, Vince would never even speak up because he wouldn't want to hurt their feelings).

After that Vin is feeling gradually sicker and sicker until Max can't keep ignoring him anymore, so Vin has to spill the tea.

Then Max is like "why did you even accept?" While Vin, slightly offended, is like "did you really expect me to say no to that kid?"

I know it's really detailed, feel free to ignore it, I just couldn't get this little scenario out of my head.

- 💜

💜! I hope you like this one, I slightly twisted it and it's a little different from my usual... So let me know what you think!

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Max frowned, leaning on the doorway of the kindergarten. His hands were full with a large tupperware with baking soda, food coloring and vinegar, the usual science fair volcano mix. 

What caused him to pause, though, was the sight inside the classroom. Mr. Monacelli, or Mr. Mo to the little ones, was standing, with a kid on his hip, a little girl… Livia, judging by how comfortable he seemed to be as he held her. 

Liv’s dark wavy hair was up pigtails and she had face paint on, the tip of her nose painted black and whiskers on her cheek, a matching look that was mirrored on the other children. Cats, the Musical, kindergarten version? Max thought with a snort.

Vince also had face paint on and he was chewing something Livia had just pushed inside his mouth, out of a box. Across the room Max noticed a tall chocolate cake, with a glittery candle that said 7 on top.

That explained it. 

Birthday parties were always the bane of his existence, so he was incredibly glad he barely taught kindergarten and the older kids would rather die than celebrate in class. As far as he could remember it, he had bad experiences under his belt. From his mom trying to throw him a fully vegan party that had been a flop with him and his friends, to his father getting drunk and forgetting about his birthday altogether, to the fact once he turned eighteen his birthday all but disappeared as celebratory day. 

“Mr. Mo,” a kid ran across the room, with glitter face paint all the way to his scalp. Max snorted at the sight, the parents surely would be over the moon about that, “tell Jess she can’t play with my toy.”

Vince frowned, crouching down to look at the little boy and Max frowned, staring at the scene. He couldn’t figure out this dude. Monacelli gave off military vibes. Football star, with his little homophobic fit the other day, driving that ridiculous motorcycle everywhere… And there he was, covered in glittery paint, scolding a boy for not sharing his toys and being fed cake pops by his little sister and her group of friends.

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Daniels, do you need anything?” 

Max’s cheeks burned as he realized he had been caught staring and he shook his head, as five little heads looked at him, as well as Vince. 

“No, just passing by.”

“Alright,” Vince waved him off, taking the boy’s hand and dragging him across the room to apologize.

It was a couple hours later when they met again. Max was smelling like bleach, after finishing up a biology class with the 10th graders, and ready to head home as he entered the staff’s lounge to retrieve his bag. He raised his eyebrows as he found Monacelli sitting on one of the couches, in the furthest corner, with his arms crossed to his chest and his head tipped back, as if he was asleep.

“Hey,” Max kicked Vince’s foot to wake him in case he was asleep, “day’s over.”

Vince wasn’t asleep — or maybe he was a really quiet sleeper? —  because he sat up straight with a groan, moving his arms to wrap around his stomach, “what do you want?”

Max frowned at the lackluster response, so unlike the man who always seemed to have his energy up, “school’s over, are you planning on crashing here? Maurice is gonna be locking this room soon.”

Vince let out a sigh, using the couch to push himself up and the other man realized he was a horrible shade of white… Damn near green.

“You look horrible,” Max said, taking a step back as he noticed Vince swaying slightly on his feet. Instead of denying, Vince simply nodded, bringing up a shaky hand to wipe the sweat off his brow. 

“Yeah, I know-” he interrupted himself with a soft, sickly burp. He didn’t bother finishing his sentence, ceasing every movement as he gulped down, only to let out another little burp and a groan.

“What’s wrong with you?” Max eyed him suspiciously. There was no way this man had caught another stomach bug after measly five weeks of having one, right? 

Vince pressed his forehead to the metal locker in the teacher’s lounge, seemingly devoid of any energy to put in his combination and retrieve his bag. Most teachers didn’t even put in a combination, everyone used the standard 0000. 

“Monacelli,” he stepped closer, despite wanting nothing to do with illness or this guy. It was just unnerving. 

“I’m fine,” Vince breathed out, but it would have been a lot more convincing if he wasn’t swallowing in convulsively and clutching his stomach. Stomach, which by the way, was pressing against his work polo. The guy wasn’t small by any means and Max could’ve told he had a tummy to begin with, but now it was nearly poking out. 

“Yeah, you look terrific,” Max rolled his eyes, walking to retrieve his own bag and deciding he was done with the whole scene, “feel better-”

He never quite finished his sentence, before Vince let out a little strangled noise and then rushed across the room, to the teacher’s bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and Max cringed in sympathy as he heard a muffled groan. 

Now he couldn’t just leave the idiot, right? Not after he had driven him home? 

Max carefully walked closer, tapping his knuckles against the door, “Monacelli, do you need anything? Meds? The nurse? Your mom?”

He expected to hear Vince telling him to go fuck himself, but instead there was a noise of liquid hitting liquid, followed by retching and more liquid.

Shit. Perhaps, even, literally. 

Max chewed on his lip, looking around the room helplessly as if an older adult would appear and take over the situation, but he sadly was the only adult. He looked at his watch. 3:40 PM. Office hours were over, the janitor and the security would soon be finishing their rounds and closing up the school.

“Dude,” he sighed, knocking again, “you kinda need to leave, they’re gonna lock us here.”

“Go away…” Vince groaned, his voice raspy and choked up.

Max scoffed, “are you crying?” really? “Mona-”

“I said, go away,” Vince repeated, much harsher now and Max’s mouth snapped shut, his cheeks heating up as his temper got the best of him. 

“Fine,” he said bitterly,loudly walking away,  “drown there, see if I care.”

Sadly, much to Max’s displeasure, he had a guilty conscience and couldn’t make it even to the parking lot. He let out a sigh and glared at the now empty parking lot. Only four vehicles left, one of them being Vince’s stupid motorcycle. 

There was no way the man could go home in a fucking bike.

“Moron,” Max groaned, walking back inside. He fully expected to find Vince back in the teacher’s lounge, so it was much to his surprise when they ran into each other in the hallway. Or rather, he ran, because Vince was frozen in place, an arm wrapped tightly around his belly and breathing through the nausea carefully. 

“Oh there you are-”

“Thought I told you to leave,” Vince groaned, not looking up from the spot in the linoleum he was staring at, trying to keep his stomach in check, “careful, or I’ll believe you give a shit.”

“Fever must be through the roof, you’re delusional,” Max snarked, curiosity getting the best of him as he stepped closer and raised a hand to touch Vince’s forehead. 

Monacelli was much taller, and bigger, so when he pushed Max’s hand away with an impatient huff, the other teacher stumbled on his feet.

“I don’t have a fever,” Vince scoffed, straightening up. He looked worse, more green and more drenched in sweat, “I’m lactose intolerant and I ate- I ate half a chocolate cake…” his gut let out an upset, whiny gurgle that was loud enough for Max to hear.

The blonde stared at him for a second, before cackling “are you fucking with me!?”

When he didn’t get an answer, except for Vince’s cheek ballooning with yet another burp that he muffled with a fist, Max’s laughter lessened down to a chuckle, his shoulders shaking, “oh… You’re serious? You’re in this shape because of some chocolate?”

He really was the one to judge, Max thought with a snort, remembering he’d be hurling much sooner if he ate half a chocolate cake. But then again, he wouldn’t be stumbling around cradling his tummy and whining. 

“What do you want, Daniels?” Vince groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t fucking get you. I helped you, not once, not twice, but three times by now, and you’re still a dick.” 

Max’s chuckle died immediately, his cheeks burning, “sorry, should I’ve been bowing and kissing your feet? What do you want, cuddles and kisses because your tummy hurts?”

Vince raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “I’m really sorry you weren’t hugged enough as a child,” he said coldly, “but yeah, actually, I do have people who take care of me when I feel ill, because I’m not a fucking jackass.”

“Says you,” Max snorted, rolling his eyes and gesturing to the empty hallway, “where’s the queue to cuddle you? I don’t see it.”

“I know what your problem with me is,” Vince scoffed, pressing his back to the wall behind him and huffing. He was shaking, which was not a good sign and Max bit down the urge to ask if the guy was okay.

“Enlighten me,” he said instead and Vince folded in half, planting his hands on his knees and breathing through a cramp.

“You’re jealous,” he said through his teeth and Max glared daggers at him, his stomach dropping to his feet. 

He wasn’t jealous, he was… He just didn’t think Vince was anything special. Surely he was allowed this opinion? 

For example, if Vince was so great, why was he about to hurl all over the floor that Maurice had probably already cleaned? That was asshole behavior. 

Max mentally patted himself on the back, before saying loudly, “here, Mr. Moron, don’t hurl all over the floor,” and pushing a garbage bin in front of the guy. He didn’t expect Vince to make immediate use of it, falling to his knees and grabbing the metal bin with his hands, hugging it to his chest as a huge gush of projectile vomit fell inside of it.

He jumped back, startled, then tip-toed closer, feeling a new shade of shitty as he heard Vince let out a whimper and bury his head in, burping wetly once more and continuing to convulse and cough. 

“If you’re such hot shit, why didn’t you not eat the thing you’re aware makes you super ill?” Max asked, mostly to himself, hesitantly moving closer to plant a hand in the middle of the guy’s back. Even down on his knees, Vince was still pretty freaking tall.

Max patted his back in a hesitant manner, then cringed as he heard footsteps down the hallway. Curse both their lucks, Vince’s because he was about to be caught hurling his brains out, and Max’s because now he’d have to look out for the prick. 

He braced for Fernanda, the principal, or Maurice, the janitor, but raised his brows as the person who rounded the corner was no one he knew. The man was well into his mid fifties or early sixties, with wavy light brown hair and blue eyes… And he was really tall.

Max cringed as suddenly he realized he knew Mr. Monacelli from parent-teacher meetings and that the old guy would be expecting him to act like a lovable guy, the same lovable teacher he was when talking about Sophia or Livia. Fuck.

“Mr. Mona-”

“Dad,” Vince croaked, lifting his head for a slight second, “fuck- Fuck, it hurts.”

Mr. Monacelli all but ignored Max as he crouched down next to his son, planting a wrinkly hand on his back and rubbing in wide circles, “I got you, I got you. Get it up and then I’m taking you home.”

Max bit the inside of his cheek so as not to chuckle at that, “Uh- Hi…?”

“Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe zeroed him, opening a small smile, “thank you for keeping him company.”

Sure. That was what he was doing.

“Yeah, uhm- Of course,” Max scratched at his beard, as Vince let out another sickly belch, bringing up a bit more watery vomit, and then leaned back, his head hitting the lockers, chest heaving, drenched in sweat.

“Babbo, I’m dying.”

“You should be,” Giuseppe glared at him, “what a stupida idea was that?” he softly thumped on his son’s forehead, “I couldn’t believe my ears when Livia told me. Cazzo, you’re an adult, Vincenzo!”

Vince frowned, looking pathetically close to tears, “babbo,” he breathed out, wiping at his mouth and clutching his bloated belly, “later?”

“Idiota,” his father scoffed, grabbing his arm and helping him get up, “Non pensi?”

“Dad,” Vince said a little harsher and his father stopped scolding him continuously, glaring at his son. 

“Let’s go home- Thank you for helping him, Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe said, still oblivious to the role, or lack of one, Max had played.

“Of course,” Max said cheekily, following them out, “any time, Vince. I hope your tummy feels better.”

“Go fuck yourself, Danie- Babbo!” Vince cried out, as his father slapped the back of his hand, dragging him out of the school and towards his car.

“Don’t swear at the boy, he helped you,” Mr. Monacelli glared at Vince, “get in the car.”

“What am I, five?” Vince groaned, stumbling to the car and bracing against it, breathing deeply through the nausea. 

Max bit down a smirk, “Bye Mr. Monacelli,” he said happily, “bye Vinny.” 

Behind his father’s back, Vince raised a middle finger at him.

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

“So this is your College,” she says, without turning around. They haven’t spoken in—well, long enough to forget just how solid his presence feels, but not so long that she doesn’t recognize his step. He still stomps like a mammoth and drags his feet. Worse in the snow, always.

He comes to stand beside her, a professional distance from his shoulder to hers. “Impressed?”

It’s certainly meant to be impressive, at least—the stonework polished, gleaming; the towers academically tall. He’s had banners put up in too many places with a symbol she doesn’t doubt he designed himself. Waste of runework to shield that much delicate embroidery from the elements; they’ll be moved indoors well before Frostfall, she thinks to herself. “I noticed the statue.” He preens, the way his chest puffs out visible out the corner of her eye. Twitching a smirk, she says, “Funny you didn’t have it made of yourself, though.”

“Of course it’s—”

“Fellow they got to do it instead is obviously much too handsome.”

He splutters, tugs in irritation on one thick braid of his moustache. “You don’t have anything meaningful to say?”

“Hm.” She feigns deep contemplation. “What did you leave out of this one?”

“I didn’t leave anything out. If you’re here just to insult me, Ulfsild—”

“Someone’s got to remind you that you’re only a man while you’re signing your byline in titles, Archmage,” she says, light as the flakes freezing on her eyelashes. She breathes slow into her palms, curls the warmer air around her face to melt them again. Her fingers twinge. “And no one else seems particularly keen on doing the job. Kitchen?”

“It’s got a kitchen. You don’t like the title?”

“Makes you sound like a pompous ass, which is accurate, but I hadn’t thought you wanted everyone to know. Living quarters?”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Library?” When he doesn’t answer, she barks a laugh, incredulous, and turns to look at him at last. He’s staring very pointedly at the central building and not at her. “Did you not put a goddamned library in your school, Shal?”

“There are plenty of shelves. Why would anyone borrow a book when they can just keep it for future reference—”

“You are going to kill me,” she says cheerfully. “I’ll laugh myself to death one day when you forget something important in your grand old quest to pluck down the stars. Watch, you’ll go to show off how easily you stride from here to Hammerfell in a single step, ready to revolutionize magical travel, and you’ll leave behind your own head because you didn’t think to cast down instead of up.”

“At least I’d have done it. More than some can say.” He’s silent for a moment, snow dusting his beard. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he’d oiled it just recently. He never did it this early in the week, though.

But. Well. Routines change just as well as people do, she supposes. She spells off the ache in her knuckles—comes back quicker than she’d like, these days—and shakes out her hands. Folds her arms and studies him. She needs to see his face for this part. “I read your piece on integrating runework during construction.”

He has the audacity to not so much as twitch a greying whisker at this. “Found it riveting enough to come discuss in person, did you? Nostalgic for old times?”

“I want my notes back.”

“You took,” he says evenly, “all your things already. Thirty years ago, you’ll recall.”

“You just happened, then, to remember exactly how I explicated the energy renewal process in layered stone—”

“Evidently, yes. Believe it or not, Ulfie, you do leave an impression.” His voice is dry. He flicks her an amused look, crosses his arms in perfect mirror of hers. “I’ll make a footnote in the reprint if it’s rankled you so much.”

“Footnote! You used my diagrams, Shal. From—” She shifts her jaw, finding it tight. She still spits sparks when she says the name, and the familiar static tingle in her teeth feels a warning. Instead, she takes a breath. “At least spell indeko right, you old fool. There’s no c.”

“What? Yes there is.”

“There’s not.”

“I’m not having this argument again.” He starts for the iron gate. “Come inside if you’re done and we can talk about anything else.”

She puts out a hand. He stops abruptly at the lock of the gate yanking into place with a horrible metal sound. “That’ll rust if you aren’t careful,” she says with a nod. “You really don’t ever learn, do you?”

He tips his head back, staring bleakly at the sky. “Let go of the gate.”

“Give me—whatever you kept. I told you I don’t want you using my notes. You put it at the wrong stage anyway, and I hope it was only in the paper and not in the construction here—though if you’re just going to give this one away to the first devil to dangle a promise in your face then maybe it doesn’t matter so much whether it stands or falls—”

“Let go of the gate,” he turns; “you’re going to break something.”

“Like you can’t put it together again,” she snaps.

“You know what I meant.”

Her hands are shaking. She doesn’t let go. “Swallow all the stars you want, Shalidor, but don’t pretend you’re here with the rest of us on the ground.”

“You don’t have to be on the ground. If you weren’t so damn myopic—” He cuts himself off, lifts a hand to sever her grip with a twist of his middle finger and his thumb, leaves her hands burning and claw-curled, rigid. The way he’s looking at her has her swallowing sparks again, running her tongue over her teeth. “Come inside. Stay here and do something great instead of theorizing yourself to death. Or at least let someone look at your hands. Is it worse?”

She huffs out a breath at a spasm in her palm. Stands up straighter. “You know we can’t work together.”

“You don’t even want to try?”

“No, Shal.” Shaking out her hands and tucking them into her sleeves, she closes her eyes for a moment. “I hope this one works out, I do. You don’t need me for that.”

He laughs. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t think so.” Gesturing to the gate, he says, “You’re welcome to search my rooms if you like. You won’t find anything in your hand, though, I promise.”

She doesn’t put much stock in his promises. Exhaustion presses at her shoulders: too much, again. She ought to go. Come back when she’s not dragging threads of magicka, fraying at every edge. But that would give him time to rearrange, so she shifts her jaw instead, makes her voice light. “Haven’t even seen the grounds and you’re inviting me up to your rooms.”

His eyebrows lift. “If you like.”

“Is the tall strapping statue model up there?” His face contorts—and despite herself, she feels her mouth pull into a grin.

[noodlebro]

TL:DR, local porn star snorts pepper. - 🐈‍⬛/🐕

Word count: 1915

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“Grnngh.. another fuckin’ day with Val I might just fuckin’ kill myself.” Angel whines, getting back to the hotel after work, sitting down in front of the bartender.

He takes the cocktail he always finds made for him on the counter of the bar and starts chugging it before he starts telling the bartender about how shitty Valentino is when he looks over to him and realizes he’s asleep.

“Whiskas?” He pokes and prods at the sleeping chimera-like cat demon before getting his hand swatted away by a half-asleep Husk.

*Sndrff*

“Mmmmhhhhmmm fuck do you want.” The cat says with a slightly congested sounding voice

“You uh- you good?”

Husk groggily looks up at Angel, turns around and inhales comically deeply, quickly realizing that was a bad decision, the sudden rush of cold air irritating his nose. He quickly turns around to stifle a few sneezes.

“hIH-XGNT- TSHH- HEHH-hh.” he internally groans, losing the last one and aggressively rubs his nose before turning back around to the spider.

“Fugck d’you mbeand by thadt.” The bartender says in an extremely agitated tone.

Cringing at the sound of the congestion rapidly seeping into his voice, the spider sheepishly responds “Uh.. nothin’ uh, jus’.. forget I said anything.”

“..glaldy.” 

“h-h-*hhHH* *sdnff* fuuuuu… hhHATCHH-uh. Thdere idt is! Mby god!”

The jumping spider looks at him with concern for a moment before quickly looking away, not wanting to get shouted at by a grouchy, sick Husk.

Angel goes back to his room after drinking a few more glasses and lies down on his bed with Fat Nuggets for a few minutes, before a he hears a knock on his door.

“Charlie, I am not doing trust exercises at fucking 12:05 in the morning”

“Uh, itd’s ndot Charlie-.”

“Oh shit- Whiskas, that you?” realizing it’s him, Angel quickly puts on a seductive tone after hearing his voice.

“Come to see me babycakes? Why ya visiting me in my bedroom, hm?~ Wanna come a bit closer?~..”

“Shudt the fuck ubp. Do you have adny tissues ind here or ndot?”

“Uh.. and.. Why do you need them?” He asks, concerned, dropping the seductiveness and remembering the state the bartender was previously in.

“..there was a spbill odn the bar”

“Mm.. uh-huh. Sure kitty, whateva you say” He mumbles handing him the box of tissues, his concern for him rising with every moment.

There’s a short bit of silence after, only the sound of the slight hitching of breath from Husk and the straight radiation of suspicion and worry coming from Angel.

“..thangks.”

“Uh-huh.”

Right as Husk starts walking out of the room, he’s interrupted by a series of sneezes

“hh-.HETSHH-uh- HEPSHH-ehh.. fuckging hell..”

“..bless. D’you- uh- need anything? I think I probably have medicine somewhere around here..”

“..ndo. ‘m fidne, thangks.” He says quietly, speed walking out the door.

After the door slams shut, Angel hears more muffled coughs and sneezes from outside his room.

“Okay, yeah, he is definitely sick.” He mutters to himself.

—

Angel hears knocks on his door.

“Hm?”

“Hey Angel! We’re doing more exercises today!” The puppy-like-princess chirps at his door.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Okay! See you then!”

Angel slumps down onto his bed before breathing in deeply through his nose and getting out of bed.

After he finished his comically long morning routine, he walked downstairs and instinctively looked at the bar. It was empty. Now he needed to do the trust exercises without getting to even check up on Husk.

…

fuck.

—

After another long day at the studio, Angel came back to the hotel and slumped over at the bar.

“I needa drink.”

…

“Whiskers?”

“Uh, Angel? Are you gonna go to your room or are you just gonna… uh. Sit here?” Vaggie side-eyed him.

“Bitch, don’t you fuckin’ side eye ME.”

“I’m not the one who was fucking slumped at the bar waiting for someone who wasn’t even here for the ENTIRE. DAY.” She said, subconsciously flaring her wings out with her arms.

“Oh shut the fuck up, bitch, it was a long shoot, aight?... hold on, gone for the whole day? Where was he?”

“I don’t know. In his room?”

“Okay. Can I atleast still get a drink?”

Vaggie sighed and walked behind the bar counter and poured him a drink before sliding it over to him.

“Thanks, vagina.”

Just as Angel was about to grab the neck of the glass, Vaggie snatched it away from him and downed it in two seconds flat.

“FUCK YOU. IN THE BAD WAY.”

“Slow.” 

“Ugh, whateva. I’m gonna go check up on Husk.” He says walking up the stairs to the chimera’s room.

Vaggie snorted.

“Bitch, what now?”

“Someone’s down bad.”

“FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU AND YOUR FUCKIN’ DEMON BITCH, YOU KNOW FUCKIN’ NOTHIN’ ABOUT ME, I WILL FU-

“You never denied it,” Vaggie said with the most smug face known to the Pentagram.

“AGHH.” Angel shouts, storming off.

“Hey, before you go.”“WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW, MY FUCKING GOD.”

“Y’know, you’re not doing a great job of hiding the fact you’re concerned about  your little Husky-poo.” Vaggie taunted. (“VAGINA I SWEAR-”)  If you want him to take care of himself, you could, I don’t know, also pretend to also be sick?”

”That’s!-... actually a good idea. Damn, bitch, that's a sentence I thought I'd never say to you.”

“Okay, fuck you, now go away”

“fine.”

The spider starts thinking about Vaggie’s words. “How the fuck would I pretend to be sick anyway? Should’ve known vagina couldn’t have an actual good ideaaaa…?” His voice trails of as he walks past the kitchen, spotting a shaker full of pepper.

“Hmmmm.” Angel grins as he walks slowly towards the shaker. He makes a pile of the pepper and mentally prepares himself.

“Eh, I've done this before for my films, how bad could this even be?” He mumbles the last part “haven’t done it in a while though.” 

“Whatever, ya only live- uh- die? Once!”

He starts inhaling the pepper.

“*COUGH COUGH* DAMN BITCH HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT*COUGH*AUUH WHY IS IT SPICY ITS BURNING MY NOSTRILS”

—

“Vaggie, why is Angel running around the lobby screaming?”  Charlie concerningly looks at Angel.  

“He snorted pepper.”

“HE WHAT”

Vaggie sips her coffee.

“He snorted pepper.”

“Uh- okay.”

“This is so hilarious I’ve been recording him for 30 minutes now”

“…sweetie I really love you but…” Charlie points at Angel

—

Finally composing himself, he puts on some blush to make it look convincing.

“HUSKYYY~”  Angel yells obnoxiously 2 octaves higher then his usual voice, making it half-sound like a moan. 

“WHADT THE FUGCK DO YOU-” Angel listens to him shouting, before he gets cut off by something, which by what he can hear are muffled coughs. 

He starts walking towards Husk’s room and knocks. “Can I come in pleaseee~ I-”

He cuts himself off with a few coughs. (eh, convincing enough.) he thinks to himself.

He hears a quiet growl from inside. “..sure.”

He slumps his shoulders before going in and puts a tired look on his face and goes into Husk’s room. Feathers and used tissues cover the floor, with empty booze bottles stacked in the corner. Oh my satan, the feathers. They were piled up, some in clumps and some in groups of only one or two. Same with the tissues. “sheesh, that’s a lot,”Angel thinks, hiding a sympathetic cringe for the cat. 

Husk’s fur is matted and unclean, the fur on his tail is bent and his wings have uneven clumps of feathers. The fur around his nose has thinned, probably from rubbing too hard with tissues.

“Whadt hapbened tdo you? You look like shidt.”

“Ndot pbossible,” Husk says mockingly in a higher octave, wincing at the effort it took.

“Ha-ha. Very fudny. You sure you dond’t need anything? Ya look this close frobm collabpsing.”

“Could say the sabme for you.”

Angel internally cheers. He remembers to maybe thank Vaggie later.

“Adnyways, I feel like shidt. (“you loogk ligke shidt”) cadn I pblease lay dowdn with youu~?”

“..fidne.”

“YESSSS” He internally screams.

He pounces on the cat, launching him onto the bed.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get Nuggs~!” 

Husk pinches his nose and acts annoyed. That is, until Angel leaves. After the spider left his room, he smiled. (Well, the closest thing he could to smile in his current condition) 

Angel comes back holding the pig and placing him softly on Husk’s lap

“Ookay! Now I’m gonna go get some medicine for you okay??”

“Arend’t you also *sdnnf* sigck? Where’d all’f this ednergy combe frobm? Odne secgond you’re coughigg nd sdneezing and a segcond away frobm crumbling, and ndow you’re agctig ligke a lil’ *snddddddfff* kid who found a dollar odn the sidewalk.”

“Uhhh. Allergies?” Angel shrugged. “Anyways, you need medicine. Be right back!”

“AW COBME THE FU-” the door slams shut and he hears the quick footsteps of the spider running

The spider comes back, panting. “Huhh.. I got some medicine, here.” He says, laying out all of it and placing 3 full boxes of tissues beside him. 

“Here, wear one of these, it’ll be more comfortable.” He says, throwing one of his robes and sweaters at Husk. 

“I- whadt- agh, combe odn. Itd’s ndot *SNDDFFFF* that bad.”

“Ah, shut the fuck up and put it on Whiskas, what, you too pussy (pun intended -authors) to be seen in somethin’ a’ mine?” 

“Oh fugck you, fidne.”

“Ha.”

“Shudt ubp.” He throws on the robe and Angel overdramatically falls onto the bed next to him

“Now take your medicine. I have water if you need it.

“Mmhfff… thangks..”

“Don’t mention it.”

“…”

“…”

“Hey, do your wings normally shed that much?” Angel’s the first to speak.

“I dodn’t kndow, I dond’t really *COUGH COUGH* (Angel winces at the sound) pbay attentiodn to thebm.”

“Aren’t you supposed to like, preen them or sumn’?” He asks, handing a cup of water over to him.

“Yeah I thingk so. Ndever really bothered tdo, though.”

“I don’t know, that looks really uncomfortable to me.”

Husk’s wings subconsciously twitched, scattering some loose feathers on the bed, causing Angel to sharply suck it with his teeth bared at the sight.

“Itd’s ndot thadt bad…”

“Oh, no, no, this is a mess, I gotta fix this up. How, exactly, are you supposed to do this?” The spider mutters, taking out all his 6 arms and grabbing a comb with one hand, running the other through the cat’s fur and using the others to get him into a position that he could work on with that was still comfortable for Husk.

“I dodn’t kndow, just pbick out adny loose feathers, I guess. I thingk you’re also s’pbosed to oil themb.”

“Do you have anything for that?”

“Yeah, I thingk idt’s idn mby drawer.”

Turns out, having 6 hands was pretty convenient for something like this. Angel used the sweater as something to put all the loose feathers and oil his wings, and after a surprisingly short time, other than the occasional interruptions from him having to sneeze (the feathers everywhere weren’t helping), but afterwards, Husk’s wings were practically unrecognizable to the mess of feathers that it was earlier today. Just as Angel was admiring his work, he noticed a slight hitch in the chimera’s breath.

“hh..hHH-”

“..ohh shit.” he mutters, just as the other demon started sneezing again, scattering the feathers everywhere.

[babiebom]

Dbd Killers as Nicknames my friends and I use in game

A/N: because i think. I only have like one thing posted for dbd. These are the Male Killers!

Tw:maybe cursing? None? Slight sexualization of certain killers?

Genre:headcanons? Or written like headcanons at least

Wc: maybe 3+ for each killer?

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

Has no nickname

Is just "the trapper"

Always said in a panic tho

Is usually called a "stupid stupid man"

The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk

"Oh it's *imitation of him coughing*"

His nickname is just us coughing in gross ways

Also "you absolute baboon" by when we're upset

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

My boyfriend

I exclusively call him this

Everyone else says "oh no your boyfriend is here"

Or we call him Ghost-a Fa-che in really bad italian accents

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

Conehead

Forgot the word pyramid

Also trianglehead

Usually proceeded or followed by "ewwwwww why is he sludging up the place????"

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

Ugly little baby

We forgot that he is not really a baby

We also call him Viktor Vector

Usually followed by "kill her little baby"

Or "stomp on himmmmm"

Then "yeah that's what you get you ugly baby"

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Lil Kitty Meow Meow

Bc I accidentally called him whisker

And that reminded me of the Lil kitty meow meow meme

Is usually followed by his "urgh" when he does the dashy thing

The Nemesis/Nemesis

Nemesussy

It was a slip of the tongue that stuck

I also call him Thanos half the time

I forget his name and panic

Then call him Thanos because big purple man

Usually proceeded by "oh god it's Thanos I can see his stupid little zombies"

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Has no nickname but is usually called out by saying "sorry I can't talk right now he's ELECTROCUTING ME"

followed by imitations of his laugh

The Legion/Frank&Joey

I do not know how to write this

It's literally just The Legion but pronounced with a very bad French accent

Also Franklin or Frankie-boy

And Josepher and "which one is this one again"

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

We either call him Trickster

Or Jungkook from Bts(yes this whole thing)

Is usually followed by "bob and weave and bob and weave"

Or is followed by "please dont kamsahamnida me"

The Wraith/ Phillip Ojomo

Bing Bong

Because when he hits his little thing it goes Bing Bong

Usually proceeded by "oh god" and "please don't be bingbong"

Usually followed by "oh god where did he go"

The Hillbilly/ Max Thompson Jr

We just call him by Max

I usually call him Maxie-poo

Cute

The Cannibal/ Bubba Sawyer

Like Max we just call Bubba by Bubba

Bubba is a cute nickname in of itself

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Onigiri

Because I said "Oni? Like onigiri?"

Followed by screaming or "someone stop him he's eating my blood"

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Rootie tootie mcshooty shooty

Because it's funny

Also sometimes call him the hashslinger

Or hashslinging slashed

From spongebob because we again forgot his name

The Shape/Michael Myers

Miku Miku

Because I panicked when I saw him and could not speak or remember his name for the life of me

Usually followed by "oh god this is gonna be a bad match"

Also followed by singing the song but only by saying Bing and bong.

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

"Ew its stupid what's his face....sleepytime....nightnight"

Has no real nickname because we're not happy to see him

"Why is there blood coming out of this...oh."

"Haha your neck is bent weird"

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

Incoherent screaming

Literally it's "uhhhh HA HUHHHH WHA HELP"

Followed by "why is he so fast?"

Or is called speedy Gonzales or Sonic

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

I have accidentally called him the borgo

We also just call him the knight or just scream

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

Pinhead

I find it funny that that is an actual name for him

Because we usually call him that

The Demogorgon(?)

Or "stupid pinhead" but you get the gist

Also BabyBox

Bad doggie

He is a dog that is bad because he keeps biting me with his weird little face

The Dredge(?)

Is this thing a male? Idk but it counts

Again we are bad at remembering names

Half the time he is called the sludge

Usually followed by "why is it nighttime"

[lousypotatoes]

But They're Always Tryin' To Waste Me

Pt. 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Song Recommendation:

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

"So what'd ya think?"

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck was that!?"

"You call that a commercial? Seriously what in the actual fuck is wrong with you!?"

Y/N and Vaggie glared at Alastor in anger.

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting on the couch, while Y/N was standing to the side, the three of them just finished watching Alastor's terrible commercial.

"Uh yeah, one note..." Charlie said awkwardly. "Alastor I mean - First off, thank you so much for making this, seriously amazing, but um maybe the tone is a bit...off?"

"A bit? He made the hotel look like a complete joke!" Y/N said.

"We want people to want to come here," Charlie explained. "This makes it look ummm..."

"Bad," Vaggie bluntly said. "The word you're looking for is bad.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Funny, I was going for hilarious!" Alastor said.

"It explained nothing about how we're trying to save these sinners," Y/N spat. "Which is the whole fucking point, by the way."

"Y/N is right, Alastor." Charlie reasoned. "The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them."

"Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show!" Alastor said. "The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement, so I had a little fun with it."

"Oh fun. You had a little fun with it?" Vaggie snarled. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel!"

"Instead, you're mocking us," Y/N added, her arms crossed. "No one's gonna come to a place where a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a fucking joke!"

Suddenly, Angel raised his gloved hand.

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

"If'n ya filmin' a commercial," Angel Dust said. "Can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?"

"Angel, you're a porn star." Vaggie said.

"A famous porn star!" Angel corrected. "I'll have the horniest sinners knockin' down these walls to get in!"

"For the last time, we are not filming you sucking another's guy dick as a commercial!" Isabell said tiredly, getting up and walking over to the bar, needing a drink.

"Why not? Sex sells, don't it?" Angel asked. "I swear if you film goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel."

"Haha! Never going to happen!" Alastor laughed.

"What'll it be?" Husk asked, wiping down the counter.

"Literally anything that makes me forget about Alastor." Y/N groaned.

"Now you know how I feel," Husk grumbled, pouring Isabell a glass of scotch.

"Mmm, that's good," Y/N hummed in delight, finishing the whole thing. "Pour me some more, please."

"Alright," Husk said, pouring more into the glass.

"Hey, I have a question." Angel said suddenly. "If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?"

"Oh, trust me, I can!" Alastor said ominously.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk said. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?"

"I like being forced." Niffty said suddenly, making Y/N almost spit out her drink.

"Keep that to yourself, Niff." Husk said.

"What, you don't love being here with me, Whiskers?" Angel asked.

"Call me "Whiskers" again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat! Husk exclaimed.

"Kinky," Angel said suggestively. "C'mon keep talkin' dirty."

"Angel, please let Husk do his fucking job," Y/N sighed. "And no, we can't force sinners to stay here, they have to choose to."

"I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid," Angel said. "We're in Hell, Toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?"

"Well, maybe it doesn't have to be." Vaggie said. "Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible."

"And if you think it's stupid, why don't you just leave then?" Y/N asked.

"'Cause I need a place to crash and crack's expensive." Angel answered.

"Of course you would say something like that." Y/N scoffed.

"Vaggie! Y/N! Holy shit!" Charlie exclaimed suddenly.

"Ahh! What?" Y/N and Vaggie said at the same time.

"Get over here!" Charlie said, gesturing for them to follow her.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked as her and Vaggie followed Charlie.

"My dad just called. He said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead." Charlie said, very fast.

"But-But the extermination just happened," Vaggie said. "What could they want this soon after--

~cue music~

Charlie: I can do this, somehow, I know it. I'll get Heaven behind my plan.

Vaggie: Charlie wait!

Charlie: There's just no way, I could blow it. Not this once in a lifetime chance.

Vaggie: It's just a meeting.

Charlie: To change their minds, and touch their hearts. Or whatever angels have.

Vaggie: This could be bad

Charlie: Cheer up, Vaggie, this could be swell. Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!

Y/N: Okay, hun, just don't sing to them.

Angel: That bitch is halfway down the street.

Y/N: Is she-?

Angel: Oh, she's dancin'.

Vaggie and Y/N: Ugh, no!

~end music~

"Oh, I really hope the meeting goes well," Y/N said.

"Yeah, me too," Vaggie mumbled.

"Is everything okay, Vaggie?" Y/N worried.

"Yeah, I'm just worried the angels won't listen to her,"

"I'm sure they will," Y/N smiled.

Sprawling herself onto the couch, Y/N thought of the best idea.

"Oh my God, Vaggie!" she said, sitting bolt upright. "I just had the best idea ever!"

Alastor, Husk, Angel, and Niffty were all sitting on the couch in front of Y/N, Vaggie standing beside her.

"Okay, so Charlie is dealing with something super important right now," Y/N paced. "So, while she's gone, we are going to make a new commercial. One that represents her vision and our goal here."

Angel lazily raised his hand, a smirk on his face.

"Angel, if you say anything about us making a porno for the commercial, I will cut you."

Angel put his hand back down, a small frown on his face.

"Any questions?" Y/N asked.

Nobody said a word.

"Great, now we need a camera, Alastor?"

Alastor snapped his fingers and an old-timey camera from the nineteen thirties appeared in Y/N's hands.

"I meant a video camera," Y/N grumbled.

Alastor hummed in disapproval, but snapped is fingers again, this time a modern video camera appeared in Y/N's hands.

"All right, let's go!"

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Vaggie filmed a scene with Husk and Angel.

"And...action!" Vaggie whispered.

"'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, can I help you with anything?'" Husk read, the script right in front of his face.

"'I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place...'" Angel said, climbing up onto the bar. "'On the path to redemption."

'"Well you come-'"

'"Oh yes!'"

'"...To the right place.'"

"Cut!" Vaggie called out.

"Okay, Angel you need to be less horny, if that's even possible," Y/N criticized.

"And Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face?" Vaggie asked.

"I ain't no act, I can't memorize this shit!" Husk angrily.

"Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes. Rawrr." Angel purred.

Husk then pushed off Angel off the bar, landing with a big thud.

"Whoops," Husk said.

"Husk, come on!" Vaggie said.

"Okay, we'll just come back to this scene," Y/N dryly said. "Husk, Angel, uh, just work on it a little more."

"I'm not makin' and promises," Husk said.

"At least try to work on it," Y/N frowned. "Please?"

Husk looked at Y/N not liking the frown on her face.

"Fuck, fine," Husk grumbled.

"Thanks," Y/N smiled.

"Niffty you're up!"

Niffty sat on the floor, trying to stab some cockroaches with a long, sharp needle.

"Alright Niffty," Vaggie said, trying to get Niffty's attention. "Niffty? Niffty!"

Niffty finally started to listen.

"Your line is, 'We have the cleanest rooms.'" Vaggie said gently. "Okay?"

"Got it! I'm ready!" Niffty exclaimed.

Vaggie started to record, Y/N watching the scene from behind her.

"Action," Vaggie said.

Niffty's face went black, her one eyeball staring into the camera.

Y/N, Vaggie, and Angel stared at her with confusion and a little bit of fear.

"Uhhh..cut,"

Niffty giggled. "How was that?"

"Niffty, sweetie, you have to actually say the line," Y/N explained. "Let's try this again."

"Okay!"

"Action,"

Niffty's face went blank again, making Y/N pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"You're doing great, Vagina," Angel whispered.

"Cut!" Vaggie snarled.

"Okay, um," Y/N mumbled. "Maybe we can fix it in post."

"Do you even know what that means?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I know what it means!" Y/N snapped.

"Uh-huh," Angel said.

Before Y/N and Vaggie looked at the tape, Y/N decided that she needed another drink.

It was her fifth drink that day.

"Y'know, you should really slow down," Husk said, pouring her some whiskey.

"Slow down on what exactly?" Y/N snarked.

"This whole thing your doin'," Husk grumbled. "Tryin' to please everyone. You're just gonna exhaust yourself."

"It's kinda my job to make sure everyone here is happy," Y/N sipped on her drink. "Besides, it's for Charlie, so I don't care what happens to me in the process."

"You should," Husk said. "That kind of shit is important."

"Maybe to other people, but not to me," Y/N mumbled. "I stopped caring about what happens to me a long time ago."

"Hm, been there," Husk murmured.

It was silent for a moment, Husk looking down and Y/N drinking her whiskey.

"I should probably get back to Vaggie," Y/N got up. "Thanks for the drink, and the advice."

"Uh-huh, anytime," Husk said, pouring himself a drink.

Y/N smiled to herself and walked off.

Y/N and Vaggie sat in the living room, watching the footage they recorded on the TV.

"This was the worst idea I've ever had," Y/N cringed.

Vaggie groaned in agreement.

"Seems like you two are having a bit of trouble there, hm?" said a voice suddenly.

"Ugh, este pendejo...why are you even here?" Vaggie said.

"For the entertainment," Alastor said, sitting down next to Y/N, making her scoot away. "I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly. Like you two are doing now!"

"Good job!"

Y/N picked up the camera and began recording. "Here's Alastor, a pompous piece of shit who-"

The video camera started to glitch and spark, making Y/N gasp and drop it.

"I wouldn't try that my dear," Alastor said sinisterly. "This face was made for radio!"

Y/N scoffed, not at all phased by him.

"That's it! I don't give a fuck who you are. If you're staying here, you're going to help. Because it won't be so 'entertaining' to watch over an empty hotel will it, asshole?"

"Fair enough," Alastor said. "I'll tell you what! Let's make a deal."

Vaggie laughed sarcastically. "Do you think we're that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you?"

"Not for your souls, just a simple deal," Alastor replied. "I do this for you two, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again!"

Y/N contemplated her what she would say.

"Or...Charlie can come back to absolutely nothing!" Alastor said smugly. "The choice is entirely up to you two."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. Vaggie?"

Vaggie nodded her head in agreeement.

Alastor took the video camera, making is disappear in a swirl of green smoke.

"Now then," he said, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, movie cameras and lights appeared, shadow demons were behind the cameras. Everybody's outfit changed into something more like Alastor's taste, which was obviously from the 1930's.

Y/N stared at her outfit in delight, quite liking how it looked on her.

"Alright everyone!" Y/N exclaimed. "Let's make a fucking commercial!"

Vaggie and Y/N waited by the front door, while everybody else was sitting in front od the TV.

Finally, they heard the door open.

"Charlie!" Vaggie said, running up to her and hugging her.

Y/N automatically knew something was wrong when she saw the look on Charlie's face.

"How did it go?" Y/N asked. "Did they listen?"

"Oh, uhhh," Charlie listened. "They sure did...hear it! But, um..."

"Oh! Come here," Vaggie interrupted, grabbing Charlie's arm. "We have something exciting to show you."

Y/N followed behind as Vaggie pulled Charlie over to the couch.

"Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air," Vaggie said, as Y/N stood next to Niffty.

"I pulled a few limbs too!" Alastor laughed.

"Wait, the commercial?" Charlie asked. "You all made a new one?"

"It was Y/N's idea," Vaggie said.

Charlie looked over at Y/N with the brightest expression on her face.

"Oh, don't give me all the credit," Y/N blushed.

"It was one of my better performances, if I do say so myself," Angel said.

"That's...that's amazing!" Charlie said, tears in her eyes.

"Shh, it's starting!" Angel said.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hot-" Y/N said on the TV before it got interrupted by a news broadcast.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N angrily shouted.

Everyone else besides Husk and Alastor had the same reaction as her.

Besides Niffty, of course, she was laughing happily and clapping.

"Breaking news in Hell today!" Katie Killjoy said. "We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is sooner than ever before."

Y/N's eyes widened in fear and disbelief.

"Do you know what that means, Tom?" Katie asked.

"No. What does it mean Katie?" Tom Trench replied.

"It means we're all royally fucked!" Katie said, climbing up onto the news table, her neck bending in a scary way.

The next show on the TV showed the extermination countdown going from three hundred fifty eight days down to one hundred seventy six days.

"Wait...what? Why!?" Angel asked in disbelief.

"This has to be some sort of sick joke," Y/N muttered in fear. "It has to be."

Everyone in the room (beside Niffty) all had a panicked look on their face.

They were all thinkin the same thing.

"We are literally going to die,"

IM SORRY THAT IS TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

MY AMAZON PRIME LOGGED ME OUT AND IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH MOVING IN AND PACKING

thank you for everyone who stayed patient :)

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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[steakout-05]

drawing my Craig fan design for REAL!!!!! + stupid little doodles

earlier i made a post talking about how i was planning on making my own canon where Crarry could still feasibly exist (as well as having other story beats and whatnot) and i mentioned how i refined my Craig design a little bit from the last time i drew him. i finally got around to actually drawing a proper full-body sketch of him and what he's supposed to look like!!! i think i drew his eyes a little more far apart than i intended but. whatever.

he's my skrunkly. he's my baby. he's got perpetually bored resting face and a phd in Pocketbeasts lore. he's got messy hair and a few stray whiskers as he tends to forget his own personal hygiene, what with being a hardworking scientist who usually doesn't show his face and all. i redesigned his eye to have more of a prominent scratch on it that warps and distorts his pupil, as i felt like that'd be the most fitting for his facial scar and the type of injury he has!

and for fun i'm gonna do a general timeline of the evolution of how i've drawn this design over time, because it's actually changed quite a bit since i first drew him back in 2022!! (click for better quality)

god it is. so weird looking back at that first design. it's so..... why is he so square shaped............. lol

now, in terms of differentiating this Craig from Canon Craig, i've thought of giving him some slight personality enhancements that i've always thought would fit him. i haven't seriously thought about it yet (i am tired) but here's some basic little traits i want to make more apparent in his character:

Logical Knowledgeable Creative Naive Perfectionist Fearful and Cowardly Not a very high self-esteem; Afraid to take charge Easily exhausted Not physically strong; Makes up for it with his quick-thinking skills Easily irritated when presented with inaccurate/false information Easily embarrassed; Tends to erase memories when this happens Reliable Honest Earnest Nerdy; LOVES to infodump about any given special interest he has Focused, sometimes to a fault Detail-oriented Introverted

this will likely be expanded on and developed more, but these general personality traits are quite fitting for how i headcanon Craig to be as a person!

i love how whenever i get attached to a character or even just really like them, i always bestow my best headcanon onto them in high regard: the autism headcanon. gonna try to keep this short so i don't infodump for 12 hours but the major autism traits i like to imagine Craig displaying are issues with social skills (unaware of many cues, accidentally says things in an inappropriate way/unintended tone, takes things literally, misconstrues sarcasm as genuine statements), a speech affect (monotone affect), low empathy (doesn't feel what other people feel and has trouble reacting to and feels uncomfortable with certain emotions), has special interests (robotics and engineering, Pocketbeasts, cats, and he loves infodumping about them!!), stimming (rubbing the back of his head when uncomfortable, fidgeting with and studying a particularly intriguing object or tool very closely, doing little puzzles that make little clicky noises that are very pleasant to listen to), experiences sensory issues (joint pain, eye strain, sensitivity to loud and sudden noises, despises certain tastes and textures, often experiences shutdowns), has a strong need for a solidified routine (sudden routine changes can cause distress for him, as he needs more time to process his surroundings and has a strong need for structure in his daily life), a few motor control issues (he's quite clumsy and has issues with spatial awareness, causing him to bump into stuff. this has unfortunately resulted in him bumping his thigh on the edge of a table way too many times.) and a few other things i've probably forgotten about. a lot of these are inspired by a few of my own traits as an autistic guy myself. the dude's like a combo of Data, Barclay and Geordi mixed into one dorky nerd (apologies for any non-trekkie followers who don't know who those characters are :skull:)

Craig seems like the type of person who, once you get him started, will infodump to you about his special interests for HOURS and he still wouldn't even be done yet. just like me fr. also tiny little Craig getting his face smooshed

get squoshed idiot

this is an older sketch i did when i was still finalising Craig's design along with doodling other stuff on the page. this was a little expression test of Craig blowing his face up with chemicals because 1. i thought it'd be funny. and it was. and 2. i've never really drawn him with big wacky expressions before, and i LOVE drawing big wacky expressions lol. it will be a rare sight to see Craig making a face like that but it'll still be funny nonetheless lol

no comment. only moob. i feel the same way about barry tbh HAHAHAAH what who said that

i fucking LOVE the Yababaina music video so much, it's absolutely insane and fun to watch, although it does put my eyes out of focus when i look at it for too long. heavy eyestrain and seizure warning for anyone who wants to check the video out, it's extremely fast-paced and has a lot of bright saturated colours. here are my three boys drawn doing that little handholding thing Miku, Teto and Zundamon do in the video. also first drawing of Prince Runingunin!!! he's so silly <3

that's everything i have today. i'm excited to draw this version of Craig more and make more art of him and Barry together!! just sucks i have to sorta swerve around canon with a convoluted solution but whatever. i like diverging from canon and making stuff up into my own thing anyway lol. blond nerd craig my beloved

[dream-of-the-bitchless]

Happy Birthday Month!! May it be the most fantabulous of months. 💖💖

Could I humbly request a Corinthiel piece (shocker I know 😅) for you birthday prompts. It can be absolutely anything you desire.

Thanks for the nice wishes (: it was quite the month, that's for sure.

So, for you I decided to go for something a little different than the prompts I had suggested. I got inspired by Nightmare Country and figured why not expand on that a little? It is a tiny bit angsty, but it ends well. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it ^^

Madison Flynn licked her paw and proceeded to rub her face against it, leaving one eye open to watch the retreating form of the King of Dreams. To her left stood the Corinthian, hands in his pockets, his whole body turned towards his master. The line of his shoulders conveyed the anger that was brewing inside after both him and Flynn were forbidden from leaving the Dreaming to continue working on the case that had brought them together in the first place.

“So, that’s it? We just sit here and let those people continue as they were?” Flynn questioned, the fur on her back rising with discomfort.

“Pretty much. He’ll take care of the rest,” assured The Corinthian.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“What do you want me to do? You heard him. If I try anything, he’ll simply erase my memories.” The Corinthian’s eyes were obscured by his customary shades, yet the slump of his shoulders belied his true mood. “I’ll be left with nothing. Again.”

Flynn’s brow furrowed. She wasn’t used to seeing such openly displayed vulnerability in the Corinthian, although she’d always had the impression there was a lot of it under the surface. She hadn’t even noticed they’d spent an entire year together before Max pointed out the date of her death, but she couldn’t deny she had grown to understand the nightmare, perhaps even appreciate him. She was still angry at him, though.

“It was very arsehole-y of you to leave us to die at that office, you know?”

The Corinthian sighed. “For the last time. I did what I had to do to get what we needed. I had a plan to get you out of there. If anything, I left you at the safest place you could be.”

Flynn’s whiskers twitch, unamused. “Being with an ancient, murderous witch doesn’t sound very safe. But sure, can’t wait to hear what that amazing plan of yours entailed.”

“There’s no need for it anymore, so you can just forget about it.”

“That’s just another way of saying you had no plan!”

“Fuck, Flynn. You never give up, do you? You’re here, you’re fine, now let it go,” the Corinthian directed an annoyed look at the cat by his feet, fumbling with the zipper of his jacket.

Flynn acquiesced and started licking her paw anew, allowing the nightmare to fester in his annoyance, before sitting next to her. After deeming to have let the silence stretch enough, she voiced the question she had been meaning to ask for a while now. “Max told me what they did in that club, that he had been offered anything he wanted. Did he offer you that for us, too?”

Flynn didn’t need to clarify she meant Azazel. The Corinthian hummed his affirmation.

“What did he give you?”

“Something I wasn’t interested in,” the nightmare answered, rushed, as if already expecting the question.

Flynn tilted her head. “Odd. Didn’t seem like the kind to miss the mark. How off was he?”

A humoured scoff left the Corinthian’s chest. “Not even in the same ballpark.”

“Did he offer you to kill?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Like that?” Flynn parroted, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I guess I can see why you didn’t take it, then. I would’ve stopped you.”

The Corinthian sighed again. “Believe it or not, killing is not the only thing in my mind. I’m very complex. Multifaceted, even, you know?”

“What did you want, then?”

The Corinthian stilled for a moment, and when he finally answered, he seemed miles away. “Nothing he could give me.”

The cat’s eyes twinkled with curiosity, but she didn’t press further.

“I still think it’s crap that we cannot keep investigating. I mean, those people ruined my life, you know?”

The Corinthian patted her head, and the smile on his face was as genuine as his could be. “At least you got a life.”

And after that, the nightmare stood up and walked away.

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Corinthian, he heard, directly in his head, making all his teeth chatter. Come to see me, he got ordered, leaving no room for discussion, despite the sweetness of the melody in that voice. And the Corinthian obeyed.

Dream of the Endless waited for him at the dining room. In this new form, he had taken to holding council in different areas, not limited to the throne room. The Corinthian did not know how he felt about it yet.

“You called, my Lord?” he voiced, more as a statement than an actual question.

“Yes. We must discuss some matters.” Dream’s entire attention was glued to the paintings on the walls, the scenes depicted on them playing over and over in an eternal loop whose players weren’t aware of. It reminded The Corinthian of that Grecian urn poem by Keats, his mind supplied. He had no idea why he knew it.

He straightened his back, not quite standing at attention, waiting to be debriefed. Dream’s eyes finally met his, and they softened minutely. The Corinthian swallowed around nothing.

“What did Lord Azazel offer you?” his Creator asked.

“Why is everyone so interested in that?”

“Corinthian,” Dream called, making the Corinthian smirk.

“Oh, doing the voice and everything. Okay, fine. He offered me some kills.”

“Of what kind?”

“I don’t know, the mortal kind, allegedly. But I’ll be damned before I trust the word of a demon.”

“You do well by being wary,” Dream said, but he seemed distracted, in thought.

The Corinthian felt the annoyance in him grow. “You also thought I would betray you, my Lord? All for the price of a few pairs of eyes?”

Dream hummed. “No. I would like to think you are aware enough to know that what I offer you surpasses anything Azazel could ever hope to concoct.”

“Is that an offering?” the Corinthian challenged, bolder than he truly felt.

“My realm is not that of Desire. But I know what you would dream of, were you able to,” Dream said, and then his entire awareness was focused on the Corinthian, including that of the entire collective unconscious.

The gesture lasted a mere second, yet it was enough to knock the breath out of the Corinthian. He caught a smile spreading over Dream’s lips before the King turned away from him.

“Lord Azazel could not give you what you dream of because it was not his to give,” Dream mused, taking a few steps before doing a slight turn of the head, gazing at the Corinthian from under his lashes. “I, however, can. After all, I am mine to give away as I please.”

The Corinthian’s mouth fell open. He normally hated being read so easily, and he had always been so transparent to his creator. It was unnerving and intoxicating at the same time.

“Daniel—” he started, hand stretched out, and the personification before him stopped minutely.

“You still hold onto that name.” There was incredulity and wonder in the Dream King’s voice. The Corinthian thought he heard gratitude as well. “We will continue this conversation soon enough. For now, there is much I need to attend to. Please make sure to remain available,” Dream added, making his way out of the room and leaving the Corinthian alone with a table topped with food.

The nightmare ran a hand through his hair, trying to process everything that had happened. He paced around, plucking at some of the things on the table and nibbling on them with nervous energy. On the farthermost side of the table, where the Corinthian had found Dream, something caught his attention: a half-eaten apple, sitting next to an open jar of peanut butter. The Corinthian assumed Lyta Hall would approve.

[blonde-and-cat-suc]

27. it’s the least you could do

rating: m

wc: 1k

cw/tw: manipulation, mild dehumanization * 

desc: Catra is having a hard time settling into life in Bright Moon after the war. It doesn’t help that Adora does not want to stay in with her. 

(Post-Canon)

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Sometimes it was easy to forget that Adora was once doe-eyed and scrappy, something like a loyal puppy, following wherever the highest powers would go... Eventually, that power, the glamour, the promise of victory—that was what had pulled Adora into the Rebellion.

Sometimes, Adora was redeemable. She was only doing what she thought was best at the time. She was only sucked into the illusion of becoming a true hero. There was no happy ending when Prime was defeated. Not really. When all was said and done and the weeks have passed, Etheria's moons are still rotating, the villages that have been destroyed are still destroyed, the scars where the Chipped had been inflicted are still soft and pink, unable to forget the damage for good.

Catra spent a lot of the new free time doing nothing more but relaxing in the dip of their bedroom's window sills, one of her legs and the tip of her tail hung on the side of the outer wall. Spring had come to Bright Moon all at once, the air thick and heady with fresh dew, tangy-sweet flora pouring onto Catra's face, on the tips of her whiskers... It was a really good day to stay in and not have to worry about getting ticks buried in her fur. Maybe sleep on the floor and try not to think about anything else but the heat simmering through the window. Catra spent so many days just like this until they all blended in together. Long, dull, meaningless days in Bright Moon.

Adora didn't like staying in all day like that, though. She was always moving. Too jumpy, her heart beat rabbiting when Catra pressed her ear against her ribs, trying to forget her own bad dreams in favor of Adora's reality.... They've always been like that. They were always bound to be together, feeding off of each other. Sometimes Catra was flustered at that thought. Sometimes she was pissed. She was not sure what to think of that. Not ready to unpack it.

They fought each other for years. She hated Adora. Sometimes it was like her body forgot that Adora was an ally now, and it would shudder and tighten and go madly hot with everything she swallowed away for Adora during the war. Before the war, even. 

That was miserable.

And this was... confusing.

The war was won, but Catra's head wasn't even clear enough to actually enjoy it.

"So... You're leaving?" she finally asked Adora, who stood akimbo at the door, pointedly.

"Just for a few hours."

Catra fought to keep the venom out of her tone. "And...you're going to hang out with Glimmer again, right?"

"Catra, why do you always—"

"It's okay if you are. Just go. I'm just going to stay here all day, and not cause any trouble, okay? ...That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Why don't you just come with us?" Adora was slightly flushed, never one to make Catra angry and leave her like that. Yeah. Adora was sweet. She even gave Catra those I'm really trying right now eyes, and Catra could almost believe her. "You guys can't have this fight forever. Honestly, you two just have different opinions, it's not enough to end an entire friendship—"

"Yes, it is", she snapped. "You don't get to tell me who to be friends with, Adora!"

"No, that's not what I mean! I just—"

"You just want everyone to get along because it'll make you comfortable! And that's always it, isn't it!? 'What's going to make this comfortable for me? What do I want Catra to do to make her better to meet my standards!?' God, Adora, you—you don't ever actually listen to me when I talk, do you?"

Adora was wide-eyed, her teeth working down on her bottom lip, trying not to speak too soon. That was so annoying, when Adora would hold out on Catra like this, still. She had always been the most frustrating person to argue with, because she had always been the person that Catra would forgive, eventually. If anything, the end of the war and the start of their romantic relationship together was as good a sign as any that Catra and Adora really couldn't be without each other. They really were just two halves of a whole, and maybe that's why Catra had hope that Adora would come around eventually. She would be that good, loyal puppy that followed orders again, like she used to. Catra had to figure out how to get that from Adora, like she once had. Then, she would really sink her claws in. Never let this relationship go, ever again.

Finally, it seemed that Adora had collected her bearings and the gears behind her eyes started working. But then, she only uttered, "Look. I'm sorry. I didn't know that you feel that I don't listen to you."

"You don't listen to me."

"I'll stay with you a little longer", Adora said hurriedly. "If that's what you want."

Catra rolled her eyes, "What do you think?"

That was all she had to do and say for Adora to come crawling back, shrugging off her jacket, the bright blue of her eyes looking at Catra for some other kind of approval. She patted the side of her leg, tail flickering wildly at her hip. Here, here girl... come back over here.

Adora was almost too easy, now. The war being over made her soft, so quickly. She wouldn't even kick off her boots before she met Catra at the window, frowning, shoulders squared, attention placed here and only here. Adora was no longer young, and no longer blind to the worlds around her—but she was ever loyal and obedient, still. 

For a moment, it was almost like they were kids again... Catra looking down at the only person she had ever loved, and Adora looking up right at her. For a moment, it was almost like they were back on opposite sides of a war again, and Catra wanted to kick Adora's face in again, just to get her to stop looking like that. So wide and blue and trusting. Adora was not that totally innocent, loyal girl that she used to be, all of those years ago, in the Horde, in the war. Now she was only a stark reminder of the worse parts of Catra's life... and sometimes the best.

"Good", was all Catra could bring herself to say, swallowing back her love for Adora. Her rage. "Staying with me... Finally. Thank you, Adora. Thank you."

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