#along with Stella's theme

[kataklizmic]

REVIEW: “Wicked” Sing-Along Drag Brunch at Tempe Improv is Spellbinding (04-27-25)

Tempe, AZ – The Tempe Improv was the epicenter of vibrant entertainment this past Sunday as the sold-out Wicked Sing-Along Drag Brunch, hosted by the vivacious Espressa Grande, delivered a premium theatre-geek experience where urban witches and wizards crooned along to songs from the runaway musical-turned-cinema phenomenon.

[abbysdollie]

National anthem pt.2 Ellabs x fem!reader.

This is part two of national anthem wooo!! It’s quite long and pretty dark so please please mind the warnings anyway enjoy hunnies!!

!! Dead dove do not eat content below !!

Cw: manipulation. Abuse (physical, mental, emotional) degradation. Carving into the skin (idk) just overall dark themes don’t read if not comfortable!

Born to die

Your relationship with Ellie continues to spiral downward; the fights have escalated, and the arguments have become more frequent. It’s all shit. Stella is now 6, and she’s also really feeling the effects of this toxic, abusive marriage. You need to find a way to leave Ellie for good, and you know just the person. 

Abby Anderson. She was one of your childhood best friends, you remember being attracted to the hip with her. Unfortunately, halfway through your sophomore year of high she moved away, and you two lost contact. At brunch with one of your “friends,” you overheard her talking about the new woman in your neighbourhood, the name so familiar it almost made you cry. 

“Abby Anderson is in town.” 

Stella was at home with her nanny, so you decided to head out for a little bit and do some shopping. As you were browsing the store, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around. You see those familiar eyes and that oh-so-familiar braid; how could you ever forget? Abby, she was there in front of you, time had stopped for you. Before she was able to say anything, you threw yourself into her arms.

“I missed you so much, Abby.” You muttered into her chest, your grip tight, fearing that if you let her go, she’d disappear and leave you. Her muscular arm wrapped around you tightly, slowly you pull away and take her in. “didn't expect to see you here, doll.” Oh god, that nickname she'd given you since you two were younger. At first you would whine and fight her on the name, hating it, but later on it became something you loved to hear coming out of her mouth. 

You two walked the mall catching up. It had been years, you felt somewhat at ease. You mentioned to Abby that you were married to Ellie Williams, she gave you a nervous glance, but when you asked her about it, she just shrugged it off. You tell her about how abusive she is and how it's affecting your daughter. Abby listens intently, nodding along. When you bring up divorce, she offers to help you, she is a lawyer, after all. Sighing in relief, you thank her, and she gives you her number and agrees to meet you a week later. 

Oh, how naive you were. 

1 week later. 

It's finally the day. The day you could gain your freedom and life back, you left Stella at home with the nanny, and Ellie was, of course, at work. You drive to Abby's place of work,after parking your car, you walk over to the elevator and head to the top floor. Standing in front of her door, you take a deep breath and knock.

You hear a “come in,” so you push the door open, only the sight makes your heart drop to your stomach.

 There is Abby sharing a drink with Ellie. No, no, no, this cannot be real. They turn to look at you, Abby looks unamused but shoots an icy glare at you, one that reads, “You fucked up.” Abby walks over to you. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the air in the room getting thick. She closes the door behind you. 

“So I hear that you’ve been plotting a divorce?” Ellie’s voice was loud, sounding super irritated. Abby grabs your arm and drags you over to a chair and pushes you down, your mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. This is bad, so bad. How did Abby know Ellie? Now it was coming back to you, when you mentioned Ellie the week prior, she was shocked, but you ignored it. Fuck. Ellie was looking at you, expecting an answer. 

“How do you two know each other? Abby, how could you do this to me?!” Chugging her drink, Abby speaks. 

“Dollface I’ve been working for Ellie for years now. Our fathers actually knew each other, Ellie knows about our friendship.” She walks around the room, stopping at the window, Ellie takes over. 

“I thought that it would be a good idea to share you. How does that sound? I mean, you don’t really have a choice. You don’t want to lose Stella now? I mean, you could divorce me, but I’ll make your life hell, baby, and you’ll never see Stella again. Or stay with us and live a happy life.” She finishes her speech, and you feel like you’re going to pass out, what? No, you can’t lose Stella; she's your pride and joy! But staying with these psychos would ruin you… 

And so in the end, left with no choice, you sign the papers that say that you are Ellie and Abby’s wife and that you will not leave. You returned home that day with them with a very heavy heart. Stella was down for a nap, and the nanny was sent home. You wanted to crawl into bed, but the two women had different plans for you. 

“You think you’re off the hook, baby?” Ellie stands in front of you, arms crossed. Fuck, fuck. “Ellie, please, Stella is sleeping—“ Abby yanks your hair, causing you to fall down. She puts her boot-clad foot onto one of your arms so you can’t get up. Ellie unbuckles her belt and wraps the nonmetal end around her hand. Oh no, no.

“You better keep quiet so Stella doesn’t wake up.”

“Ellie, please, no— not the metal, please!” You try to get out from under Abby's boot, but it doesn’t work. All of a sudden you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, she hits you there. Then again on your legs. You’re shaking, crying trying not to scream, the pain is agonizing. Ellie is relentless; she keeps bringing the metal end of the belt down. Your stomach is red, and so are your legs. Your arm is probably bruised from where Abby is stepping on it. 

After what felt like hours, she stopped, everything hurt. You felt like you were on fire. Abby scoops your trembling body up bridal style and kisses your head. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby, no more.” You cling onto her, needing something. You don’t pay attention, so you missed the fact that Abby had brought you to the bathroom and sat you on the counter. Ellie had pulled out some soothing cream, bandages, and all that. The next hour is spent with them both patching you up, apologizing, and kissing you. 

Having to explain to Stella that she now had 3 mothers was much easier than you thought it would be; she was thrilled as you told her and introduced Abby. Stella adored Abby, and Abby loved Stella. Under different circumstances this would’ve been the cutest thing ever, life had been strange. Ellie and Abby were happy playing happy family. The media also thought you were lucky to have Abby Anderson in your relationship, they didn’t know the hell you were in. One day as you were doing your makeup in the bathroom, Stella walked in and sat on the toilet. 

“Hi, baby, what are you up to?” You finish applying your blush, and Stella just stays silent for a minute before saying something that made you want to curl up and die.

“Mama, why do you have a bruise on your arm?” Fuck. Your hand goes to cover the bruise. Do you tell your 6-year-old daughter that her mother is being abused? What do you say? Fuck, no.

“Oh, hun, Mama just bumped her arm hard, don’t worry about me. How about we go get some ice cream after I’m done?” Stella’s eyes light up at the mention of ice cream. Thank God she didn’t push. 

Stella was staying at her grandfather's place for the night, so it was just you, Abby, and Ellie. You really have no idea what happened, you wish you had an understanding. But one little thing led to Abby and Ellie screaming at you and throwing whatever they could find at you. 

“You ungrateful bitch! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be working at that damn diner, drowning in debt!” Ellie screams at you, shaking your head from side to side; you cry and beg her to stop, but she won’t listen. Her hand draws back, and she slaps you hard. Abby was fed up with you for some reason. 

“You think we’re afraid to throw you down into the basement and leave you there?” Abby’s hand grabs a fistful of hair, and she drags you to the basement door. The basement was basically a torture room; you hated it. Ellie opens the door, and Abby throws you down the stairs. Letting out a guttural scream, you clutch your head in pain.

“P-please stop— no! NO!” Abby’s boot connects with your stomach, and you feel like you can’t breathe all of a sudden. Ellie drags over a metal collar thing and clips it onto your neck. You could only move a couple of inches before it would restrict you.

A cold bucket of water is dumped on you, clothes stick to you like a second skin. You’re shivering. Abby puts her boot on your neck, and in panic, your hands instinctively wrap around her ankle to pull it off. She applies pressure. Another thing that caught your attention was the fact that Ellie was recording the whole thing. “A-Abby, please—“ You felt yourself slipping out of consciousness, but before that could happen, she pulled off of you. 

“I’m starting to think you have a thing for pain, baby.” They both laugh at the statement, you cry, fearing for your life at this point. Ellie crouches down in front of you and hands the camera to Abby. She pulls out something from her pocket, her switchblade. No, no. 

“You seem to forget who you belong to, babydoll. It’s okay; we’re here to remind you!” Ellie opens her blade up and drags it over your collarbone and over your chest and stomach before landing on your collarbone once more. 

“Ellie, please, you really don’t need to do this— I belong to you guys. I know I’m sorry. I love you. Abby, please tell her—please.” Your pleas fall on deaf ears; she applies pressure and starts carving. You scream and cry, begging with everything you have in you for them to stop. Ellie laughs, and so does Abby. You feel so small. It hurts; you feel like you’re on fire, your body hurts, and your throat hurts too. 

After what felt like hours, Ellie finally stops and admires her work, but before you could do anything, you pass out. 

You don’t know how long you were out for, but you wake up in bed sandwiched between Abby and Ellie… Was it a bad dream? You shimmy out of bed quietly and go to the bathroom. No, it wasn’t a bad dream. You looked like garbage, bruises everywhere, cuts littering your skin, and most importantly was the big white bandage on your collarbone. Peeling it back, you let out a terrifying scream. 

‘E.W. + A.A.’ 

Carved into your skin, you cry loud and hard. You feel disgusting, cheap, and used up. Is this it? Is this your life now? Their property? 

You have a hard time as Stella comes home and is excited to see her mamas. You were tired of pretending it was fine, but you had to be strong for her, so you put a smile on and wrapped an arm around Ellie and Abby as Stella showed you the new toys her grandfather Joel got her. 

Maybe you could pretend that things were okay, that you had two loving wives and a sweet daughter, and that you were living the American dream.

Ellie and Abby both place a kiss on your forehead. Would you have been able to escape Ellie if you hadn’t bumped into Abby that day? Who knows? You don’t really care right now. Just keep pretending, and everything will be okay. 

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[timkontheunsure]

Some of the reasons I think Stolas is on the spectrum

(finally getting around to popping this on up too).

He has special interests & misses social cues while being happy in them.

It not really normal to be happy reading legal documents when someone's life is on the line. But Stolas is just vibing that he gets to help with his love of words. Yay him!

Stims

He stims when both happy & sad to help regulate his emotions.

His happy stims are:

*clapping when he gets to take Via to the circus, because he thinks they can enjoy it together.

He also does this with contract reading.

*He hopps up and down when his dad gives him a new books. Also when getting ready for his date with Blitz. He's just so happy he needs to hop.

His sad stims:

*are bang his head again and again about the engagement.

*He self sooves with chest strokes when Blitz says his outfit is too much.

*He hand rubs and wringing his hat when worrying about Via in LA.

Special interests

The there's that Stolas info dumps on the playdate with Blitz all about his books and about plants.

Stolas also feels he has to explain why Blitz horse joke was soo funny. And why's it so funny?

Because it's accurate. I love his little cutie.

But he's also kept up his love of plants as a major hobby now he's an adult. When most people tend to swap interests as they age.

Side bar

His comfy resting hand position is t rex hands. This tends to be an autistic thing. Also works well as an owl.

Sensory issues

Stolas appears to also have some sensory issues too. When his a child he appears to be struggling when Mr Butler touches his hair out of nowhere.

But he's fine with Blitz doing it when they're kissing. This shows a lot of trust between them.

I think it's likely sensory issues are the reason why he swaps into his comfy, very old robe, as often as he can too.

Specific communication issues

While Stolas is very good at some communication styles, he's pretty bad at others.

When the audience think it's another joke about wanting to keep a puppy; he immediately knows Blitz's is panicking the studio. And tries to get to him.

However he doesn't get that his dirty talk is way OTT, because he's mostly likely coping it from the erotica. Not lived experience.

Speaking of erotica.

There's obviously a rule that reading is allowed at the diner table. But Stolas doesn't get This book isn't appropriate to read there.

Another rule he appears to follow more rigidly than most probably would; is that when you get an appointment you wait till you're seen.

Ozzie's ment to met Stolas at noon, but doesn't make it till 4 pm because of problems with work.

Stolas is only a couple of days out of the hospital and is probably feeling horrible.

But he sticks around a minimum of 4 hours to be seen, because he feels he has to.

(I'm assuming he also got taught you turn up earlier rule, but this just a guess).

Stolas genuinely wants to do something Via will enjoy, and he's fine taking Via to stylish occult when she asks.

But didn't get it till she's crying and sad that she wasn't enjoying Loo Loo Land.

"I take it you are.. not having fun." She needs to spell it out. Sarcasm isn't easy for him to interrupt.

His was obviously thought taking his daughter and his lover out to a theme park would be a good way to introduce them.

It's the sort of plot that only works on a novellas. And that's probably when he got it from. (Probably worked great for Gabrielle and Alejandro).

These are examples of him Masking, and not understanding why it didn't work.

Stella's being dangerous to be around = take Via out somewhere for her to have fun to blow off steam.

Wanting your lover and daughter to like eachother = ask IMP to tag along as the completely unnecessary bodyguards.

He doesn't really get that flirty with his affair partner, in front of his kid while going through a divorce isn't a good idea...

He also struggles to understand when his flirting comes off as condescending too. With "ittybity imps like you" or calling him Blitzy in public. He's most likely him coping language from other goeita.

But Stolas is very good at knowing when knowing when Blitz is fine being picked up, when to reassure him with face stokes, or how to calm Blitz down from a panic attack in just a few seconds.

So it's not that he's just never learnt these skills. It's just that some communication skills are harder for him than others.

But if you disagree that fine. 🙂 I just wanted to put down some of my thoughts why I think he could be.

[wintfleur]

so stella is anemic, what if one of her brothers finds her passed out bc of it

౨ৎ passing out spells and a misinformed quinny

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Stella loved how peaceful early mornings were at her brother's lake house, especially when she had the house to herself. Luke was staying with some friends for the weekend, Jack was out doing God knows what, and Quinn decided to wake up early and go to a rink close by to do some laps. After making sure Stella was okay with being home alone, she was having a rough week, her energy was low, and she was basically napping and relaxing all week. 

Stella was curled up on the couch watching Gilmore girls and eating, well more like picking at some cherries when Quinn kissed her forehead and said he would be back soon. Shouting out a ‘i love you’ before he left. Stella mumbled back an i love you as her tired eyes were focused on the big tv, watching as dean and Rory argue for what felt like the 10th time this episode. 

She was currently rewatching the show with Luke, so she was stuck rewatching the earlier episodes since Luke was adamant of them watching it together. Stella yawned and brought the blanket she was cuddled up in up to her shoulders, she honestly wasn't sure whose blanket it was, it was already on the couch. 

Stella watched 3 more episodes of Gilmore girls before she started to get stir crazy and hot under the blanket. She pushed the blanket off her legs and sat up from laying down, she searched for the remote and paused the tv in the middle of the theme song. She blinked a few times and let out a heavy breath, starting to feel a little nauseous. Maybe it was the smell of cherries? She thought as she looked down at the bowl filled with cherries on the coffee table. 

Stella always got really nauseous whenever she was on her period, like now. She grabbed the bowl and got up from the couch, too quickly as she saw white spots in her vision. Stella ignored the nausea and the dizzy feeling she was used to and slowly walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to put the cherries in the fridge. 

She held onto the corner of the island counter after she put away the cherries, the dizzy feeling was much worse and the pounding in the back of her head became unbearable. Stella winced at the pounding in her head, closing her eyes and hoping that it would help. She felt that familiar fear of passing out, she slowly walked back into the living room, her legs and hands trembling. 

She grabbed onto the edge of the couch as she tried to lean against it, but she felt her knees become weak and her grip on the couch slip, her eyes roll back as she collapses on the living room floor with a thump. The last thing on her mind was that she was alone. 

Quinn hums along to the song playing on the radio channel Stella had put on the last time she was in the car with him, he wasn't sure what the song was, but he had heard Stella listen to it many times. His car would almost always turn into Stella's whenever they were together, her things in the backseat, her ChapStick or lip glosses in the cup holders. He wasn't complaining though, he missed it when he was away. 

He drove into the driveway and shut off his car, sliding his keys into his pocket and grabbing the cherry ChapStick in the cupholder that he remembered Stella complained to Cole about her losing it. He slid it into his pocket before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to grab his hockey bag. He gets his keys out his pocket and locks the car as he walks up to the front door and unlocks the door, a sigh of relief leaving his lips now that he's home. 

Quinn closes the door behind him and drops his hockey bag near the front door, tossing his keys on the island counter in the kitchen. He was confused when he didn't hear the sound of the tv, but then again maybe she went up to her room. “Stella, I'm home!” Quinn shouts out and he gets no answer, he knows she could be sleeping but he got a weird feeling in his chest that something was wrong. 

Quinn set the water bottle he pulled out of the fridge on the counter and made his way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Quinn's eyes drop to the floor of the living room and his eyes widen in fear and worry when he sees his sister's heart patterned socks peeking out from in front of the couch. Quinn quickly made his way around the crouch, and he dropped to his knees at Stella's side when he saw her unconscious on the ground. 

“Stella? Estella, can you hear me?” Quinn frantically spoke loudly, his tone filled with worry as he quickly but gently rolled Stella to lay on her back, one of his hands on the back of his littles sister's head as he tilted it back to clear her airways. His heart was almost beating out of his chest as he tried to remember all the steps of helping someone who's unconscious. 

He turned his body to reach and grab a pillow off the couch to put under Stella's legs but quickly turns back to his little sister when he hears the weak groan leaving her pale pink lips. Quinn brought his hands to cup stella’s face, gently forcing her to open her eyes as he rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks “Hey, hey stella can you hear me ⸺ c’mon open your eyes.” 

“Oww” Stella sleepily whined out as she gained full consciousness. She was confused, she had no idea what was going on or what happened. All she knew was that her head was killing her, and her ass was numb. Stella slowly fluttered her eyes open, a wince leaving her lips at the bright light of the living room. Stella blinked a few times trying to get used to the light, Stella's hand gripped onto the fur of the rug, and she tried to flatten her palm to lift herself up from the uncomfortable floor. 

“Not so fast, it's okay just lay back down” Quinn spoke softly as he grabbed a pillow from the couch and slipped it under her head so she could rest it comfortably. Quinn kept his eyes on his little sister, they were still filled with worry. Stella groans and rests her head on the pillow looking up at her brother as she whispers, “What happened?” 

“Looks like you passed out ⸺ when were you gonna tell me you could do that hmm?” Quinn jokes with a weak smile, knowing that Stella would panic the more she thought of it. Stella sniffles and tries to smile at her brother's attempt to make her feel better, she was starting to remember what had happened. She replied quietly “Thought I’d surprise ya” 

“Consider me surprised” Quinn sighed, he gently moved some of Stella's hair out of her face before he stood up. “Don't move okay, I'm going to get your iron pills and something for you to drink.” 

Stella weakly nodded and watched as her big brother rushed into the kitchen. Stella waited for a few moments before she tried again to sit up, this time she was much more successful. Stella groaned quietly as she slowly stood up and sat on the couch, pulling the blanket over her lap and closing her eyes. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Stella chanted in her head as she did her breathing exercise, hoping that it would help with the pounding in her head. 

“I told you not to move ⸺ they say you have to lay down for 10 minutes” Quinn groaned as he walked into the living room to see stella snuggled up on the couch, of course she didn't listen to him. ‘They’ being the internet. Quinn had scoured the internet for as much information he could get about Stella's anemia and what to do if she passed out when she was diagnosed. 

“They also say you shouldn't put a pillow under someone's head after they pass out” Stella says matter-of-factly as she looks up at her brother who was holding out a cold glass of orange juice, the other hand holding two iron pills. 

“What? ⸺ and you're just telling me this now?” Quinn gaped as Stella took the glass and pills into her hands. Stella rolled her eyes and swallowed the two pills with a big mouthful of orange juice. She looks up at her brother who was giving her an unimpressed look, he took her health and safety very seriously. Stella gave him an innocent smile and just simply shrugged “It was a really comfy pillow.” 

“Where are you going?” Stella questioned him as he shook his head in disbelief and turned around to walk out of the living room, his hands on his hips as he dramatically walked out. All of her brothers were so damn dramatic . . . but so was she. She hears Quinn shout his answer from the kitchen and the sound of him unzipping his bag for his phone “Going to call mom and tell her you haven't been taking your pills.” 

“They also say you shouldn't put me through any stress or yell at me” Stella shouted back with a playful smile, she took another sip from the glass while she picked up the remote and started looking for something new to watch. Already feeling much better. 

“Now you're just making shit up!” Quinn shouted back with a roll of his eyes, knowing that his little sister was just teasing him. Quinn paused his movement of searching up their moms contact when he heard the faint sound of her laughter, a smile coming across his lips when he heard her sassily shout a reply. 

“It's completely true and reasonable!” 

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[foreficfandom]

Alastor and his relationship with MASCULINITY and VIOLENCE

“When men feel small they are dangerous.” - Nina MacLaughlin, Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung

One repeating characteristics of real life (serial) killers is their toxic masculine sexuality. And from there, we see that toxic maleness seep into how we design and perceive male antagonists.

Hazbin Hotel is trying to break the mold in many ways. It's an inverse of a 'Disney princess fairy tale'. It bring to the forefront the most vulnerable of the queer population. It has its most popular character clearly set up to be a future antagonist ... we just don't know when or why.

In real life, male killers are known for their insecure, pitiful efforts for control and domination, very often stemmed from sexual repression. They target those that they want to violate. They try to ensnare those that they're attracted to. Their violence is intertwined with their masculinity.

Alastor is written to be different. Not just on a meta scale - the creators have gone on record to say that Hazbin Hotel isn't a true crime drama - but I do believe Alastor has very particular hangups about his masculinity that is bleeding through in the form of violence.

Let me explain:

Alastor's Physical Design = overall masculine score of 8/10

Al has many masculine traits. He's got buck antlers, a padded suit, a towering height, and a full body cane. On many characters, these would all be nods to a male patriarchal figure. Like a southern sugar baron, or a British aristocrat.

The biggest visual hint to Al's masculinity is his antler rack. It grows bigger when he gets bloodthirsty. In the show proper, it's probably a visual cue of a manifesting 'animalistic' side. But it can also mean that Al relates his masculinity with violence.

Antler racks are very culturally masculine. A hunter displaying a huge mounted antler rack is basically just a less crass way of showing off the huge chub of a rival male he's slain.

Alastor having antlers was most certainly one of the few ways of making demonic form look more like his animal inspiration, like Vaggie's segmented white hair, or Vox's hidden gills. Notably, sinner designs with animal traits tend to not prioritize sex dimorphism: Husk doesn't have huge chunky tomcat cheeks. Angel Dust doesn't have spots of shiny iridescence.

There's only one example of clear sex dimorphism can think of: in Helluva Boss, Stella and Andrealphus are clearly female and male peafowl. Andrealphus displays a huge train, while Stella has a less extravagant tail display if any at all. But in that case, they wanted to show something of a species lineage between the two siblings. They had a female peafowl design, so her brother would be the more flamboyant male.

Gun to my head, giving Al antlers probably wasn't "this is MASCULINE SYMBOLISM" and more like a "this is a deer character". The only other 'male' deer trait Alastor uses is an elk bugle. Which is a sexual tool. It's used to attract females and challenge other males. I seriously doubt the creators are implying that Alastor is in rut when he bugles. Like his antlers, it's there for the directing and not the literal.

Al's actual body is also more masculine than it may seem. He's got huge shoulders and a wide chest compared to his hips and legs. These don't get skinnier the more elongated he grows, they get even wider and bigger.

Think the sexual violence of Silent Hill's Pyramid Head, mid-life crisis dad Mr. Incredible, Bluebeard-equse bride killer Barkis from Corpse Bride, Zeus-expy Lord Gwyn from Dark Souls. It's about that inverted triangle figure that speaks to adult maleness. And from there, a common theme emerges - the dark sides of masculinity in the form of murder, assault, infidelity, and abuse of power.

Designs that want to add androgyny sometimes include both a hyper-masculine chest and shoulder PLUS a lithe emphasis on the limbs, like the xenomorph, or 80's rock glam.

Along those same lines, what softens Alastor's masculine silhouette is his shingle bob haircut. I have no idea if this is the intention, but Al's hair (as has been pointed out before) is a very close rendering of the female shingle bob of the roaring '20s, complete with shaved nape. Only his coiffed bangs break the clear comparison.

(Jordan Baker from the 2013 Great Gatsby film had a classic shingle bob. This flapper mainstay was intended to be androgynous and youthful.)

Alastor's beginning (humanized) designs were more 'scene' raccoon-tail hair. As time went on, the length shortened, but the shaggy edge cut remained. Perhaps at some point, the designers took to designing it after the shingle bob, as opposed to the Sasuke chop or Visual Kei rattails, but it's perfectly likely its just the modern evolution of Al's middle school beginnings.

Alastor's Acting Direction = overall masculine score of 2/10

Al's body language took a 400% increase in fruitiness since the pilot. A stage/entertainment persona will always be more flamboyant - and therefore 'less masculine' - but now he's got the limp wrist, the hip checks.

I hypothesize that this change came with Amir's acting. Sometimes the artists reference how the actor gestures during their recordings. Sometimes it's a case of going, "hmm, the body language is kinda understated compared to the VA, let's up the camp".

On a meta level, his effeminacy pairs well with his androgynous appearance ... HOWEVER, androgynous men can have strong feelings about their own manhood. The cross dressing queen of the 1980s expresses his masculinity through sex, not clothing, whilst the closeted stock broker husband does the opposite. An OnlyFans femmeboi has a purely male identity that morphs 'girls clothes' into 'HIS clothes', and his straight weeboo fan goes in the completely opposite direction to trans-spot people based off of length of hair or color of socks.

We don't know how Alastor's 'old fashioned'-ness translates into his relationship with masculinity, but we've picked up some cues: he tips his head to people and offers his arm to a lady. He takes the 'male' lead during partnered dances. He always covers 90% of his body, even in supplemental merch designs.

But he also dressed himself in a nun's habit for fun. He uses flamboyant hand gestures and modern campy slang. Al's been in hell for nearly a century at this point, and his appearance alone would be improper for a man of the 1930's (long hair, no hat).

Plus, people of the past weren't always as conservative as we might think. It's for sure a man living in roaring 20's/great depression-era New Orleans would have had close contact with the local queer crowd. Add onto that his mixed race, you've got a man who spent his living years with as much potential for social equity as the modern audience.

(The 'Pansy Craze' of flapper nightlife referred to drag performers and lgbt+ visibility in both American and European mainstream media. It would remain strong until the Hays Code and rise of Fascism.)

At the same time, the progressives of the past could hold views we'd find very shocking. The pioneering civil rights activist W.E.B. Du Bois was an advocate for government eugenics (which was considered a liberal movement, btw). Susan B. Anthony HATED the idea of the black man voting.

For all we know, Alastor represents the man who loves women, but also the practice of being more competent than the woman. He's there to provide his services 'cause women need him. And on that note, we've one more angle to tackle Al's masculinity:

Alastor's Motives = overall (hypothesized) masculine score of 7/10

There's one Alastor trivia that we pay extra attention to: his reputation as a 'momma's boy'. From there, a lot of us have headcanoned him as being the neglected, illegitimate child from a mixed union. The Jim Crow laws during the turn of the century would have forbidden anybody of the "one drop rule" of marrying a white person. Was his father a white man who abused his illegitimate family?

There was a very, VERY slim chance that a woman of color with a bastard son had disposable income. Alastor was in his early 40's when he died in 1933, which meant he lived through the latter years of the 1800's. The times of horses and dirt roads. You ever played RDR2 and strolled through Saint Denis? Yeah, if mom and Al lived there, it would have been in the shanty shacks of the segregated slums.

(Rockstar made great lengths to condense real-life 1899 New Orleans into the fictional Saint Denis. On the outskirts of the city, populations of color live in neglected neighborhoods.)

We don't know if show canon will ever make a character's living years a plot point. After all, Angel Dust was a full on WW2 vet mobster. Vox was (supposedly) a cult leader. Husk lived through 5 wars and the moon landing. We can see hints of these origins in the show proper, but not a full-on flashback of someone's tragic origin story.

By Alastor's estimated birth date, USA slavery had been outlawed for roughly 40 years, but it was a slow process that involved individual states doing their own thing, and lobbies disrupting the process, A 24-year-old mother in Louisiana wouldn't have been born into the slave trade, but her own parents likely might have been involved.

This is assuming Alastor is mixed Black specifically. We don't know for sure: his creole ethnicity and association with voodoo screams Haitian descended, but perhaps he's First Nations, or SEA, etc. But all nonwhite races suffered during his time. It would have been illegal for him to work in the same building as white people. He couldn't touch the same bibles, or the same watering holes, or the same seats in public transit.

Common work for the financially insecure woman would have been hard labor like a laundress, farm labor, livestock husbandry, scullery maid, and other dirty jobs that had her enter through the back door, out of sight. She might have earned 30-50 cents a day. As attitudes changed for the slightly better, she could have found work as an in-house maid, nanny, seamstress, retail clerk, or a switchboard operator for the new-fangled telephone industry.

During all of that, we have an adolescent Alastor who's starting to find his way. He could have wrangled a spotty education from the nuns at church, which got his foot in the door when it came time to earn a proper payroll. Perhaps he has a military career from WW1 to help cushion things. Perhaps he was able to pass 'white enough' to work directly for the privileged white man.

(Being an Overlord is a dead-ringer to being a slave owner. You become more powerful by the quantity of those you 'own'. The imagery of chains is unmistakable. Having the two black characters - both having Overlord experience - be the ones who bring it to the forefront muddles the waters of Hell's soul economy.)

Vox is a much more blatant visage of toxic masculinity, and he makes an effort to broadcast himself as a sea captain, a pope, and a chef. Lucifer follows the same lines and has himself be a referee, a 'Boss', and another chef role. Alastor, on the other hand, he's the nun and the busboy. His two hired minions become the maid and bartender, while he has a not-particularly-glamorous-but-vital job of facilities maintenance.

Vox and Lucifer - two grandstanding masculine characters - see themselves as the leaders. Alastor in comparison values the hidden labor of domestic staff. Even down to the eggbois. In life, there would have been almost no way a man of color would be the chef, captain, ref, king, boss, whatever. He'd truly be the busboy, the maid, the bartender.

If we're gonna take his mixed heritage at face value, we already have a mess of suppression he had to contend with. Then he gets his demon powers. And suddenly, the hierarchy of race and privilege gets to be toppled. By his hand.

Maybe not as a conscious 'fuck the white man' sort of decision. But instead a 'I worked HARD to get to where I am now, and I'm gonna milk it for all its worth."

("Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.")

The male entitlement of the white man is different from the man of color. But it's still there. My Asian brothers compare themselves to whiteness for sure, but they also compare themselves to their Asian sisters. And there is a certain masculinity entitlement that's implanted within them.

Simply put, men of color see themselves as the main contender to the white man. If they get that slice of pie, they don't see themselves standing next to their women counterparts. They don't see themselves working next to - or under - the white woman. If it was a 'fair' slice of the pie (from their perspective), it's a matter of breaking through the white male barrier in lieu of the man of color. Women are an afterthought.

Alastor isn't after the Senior Manager promotion or whatever. We're not sure what he's after, but it rings of a bid for freedom. He feels constrained and chained down. His abilities are muzzled. He's likely had a long time of 'earning' his place as a feared Overlord, and now it's threatened.

And look: I get it, liberty is certainly not a gendered aspiration. If anything, it's associated with the downtrodden, not the entitled. But its the situationship of a man suddenly losing his birthright liberation that would make aspirations for freedom drenched in his masculinity.

We see this in ep. Dad Beat Dad specifically. He is seething with contempt the moment Lucifer barges into the hotel doors, and immediately tries to fill the 'paternal' shoes of Charlie's emotional support. Al only calms the fuck down once he gets to monster-munch a large group of hotel invaders, and from then on, he's seemingly not threatened by Lucifer finally making a proper fatherly connection to his daughter.

(A king is the 'father' of his people. As an actual christian angel, he's the divine emperor patriarch of hell. There's something to be said about a man who feels very threatened by this.)

'Cause Alastor's 'father' beef isn't so much for Charlie as it's for the hotel. Lucifer and Alastor battle for the position of 'dad', but more accurately they're battling for the position of 'patriarch'. The Hazbin Hotel is Alastor's labor of love as much as it is Charlie's. It's a position of power he'll fight hard to prove.

There are those who see the sexless man as less masculine. And not just sexless as in 'not sexually active', but also the man who has no relationship to marriage and fatherhood. The boyish, slobbery, depressed Eddie of Silent Hill 2 has no interest in protecting the wandering child character, whilst James (the player character) is stuck in Silent Hill 'cause of dead wife problems and he expresses concern for the child. By the end game, it's the sexless Eddie who packs this huge magnum revolver and initiates some fucked up boss battle in a meat locker full of hanging pig carcasses. A villain of toxic masculinity whose aggression stems from a lack of healthy sexuality.

In a different world, Alastor might also be the sexless masculine disaster. He is not a sexual figure in his wardrobe, or canon sexual orientation (asexual). His relationship with women lack romance, sex, or marriage. He's a cannibal; someone who desecrates flesh.

He DOES have this ... very tentative, spotty, and developing relationship with fatherhood. Not just with Charlie, but also with Niffty (who is 22 compared to Alastor's early 40's). Even singing to the children of Cannibal Town could be a nod to a grown man not being entirely sexless.

True to Hazbin Hotel being dedicated to breaking the mold, Alastor's sexless character instead softens him. We make an abrupt switch from the 'evil deal-making devil man' to 'cute guy has an actual human side his friend pokes fun at' within 10 minutes. This is in stark opposition to the sexless male archtype before this point.

In a world where the sexless masculine monster becomes murderous because of his sexual problems, Alastor is an outlier.

I believe he's still written to have his masculinity linked to his violence, just not through the sexual lens.

Alastor's Overall Masculinity Score = 7/10

Higher than you might have thought? It surprises me, too, but I retain that the current canon Alastor of Season 1 is a very subtle exploration of maleness through violence and a yearning for power. We see it in his bid for freedom - which is actually a self-entitled bid for power. We see it in his mark of ownership of the hotel. We see it in his self-reliance as a man of competence and skill.

The male antagonist of this caliber can go in so many fascinating directions. We want to see him crash and burn, for sure. We want to see that maleness taste a bit of well-earned karma.

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Helluva Dads, and why Blitzø is better than Stolas

This post is not a Stolas hate post in any way, I think this is just an interesting perspective on the main characters of Helluva boss as parents, mainly Blitzø and Stolas. If you want to avoid spoilers please skip.

The latest episode has brought up some speculations on how the trailer snippet from this seasons (meant for the next episode) will be about Octavia growing resentful of Stolas and thinking that he has abandoned her.

I have seen some posts claiming that Via is a spoiled rich kid and that she is demanding so much from her father, some posts even going as far as saying she is exactly like Stella. I disagree with these takes heavily because Stella is a one dimensional villain, portrayed to have no other function than to be Stolas' abuser. Octavia is actually extremely valid in her feelings and she has more than enough reason to resent Stolas.

If you noticed, every single Octavia centric episode portrays the same conflict between father and daughter: Octavia feeling like an afterthought and worrying that Stolas will leave her for Blitzø.

This has been featured in "Loo Loo Land" where Octavia is exasperated by the fact that even when Stolas plans a whole day for the two of them to spend time together (even by disregarding Via's feelings about the theme park), he still spends most of his time flirting with Blitz, whom he invited along just for the sake of it as there has been zero need for them. At the end of the episode, Stolas apologies for not hearing Via out, promises that he won't ever abandon her and the two head home with their conflict resolved.

Or not....

In "Seeing Stars" Octavia runs away to the human world because Stolas forgot about their promise to watch a meteor shower that they have been looking forward to seeing since she was a toddler. Stolas spends his day arguing with Stella over their divorce and ignoring his daughter. I just want to say it's not Stolas' fault that he is stressed because of his divorce and his ex wife is making the whole process harder for him but ultimately his daughter should take priority over anything else in his life. A parent should put their child first, always.

Enter Blitzø:

He has his fair share of faults, and he infantalises Loona often but at the end of the day, she know he will be there for her and she will be there for him. She knows Blitz cares for her a lot, and she never doubts that or expresses feeling neglected (i mean also because of her background).

Blitzø also puts his daughter even before Stolas, as seen in Western Energy. He has to take Loona to her doctors appointment and even though Loona is a grown adult at this point, he knows she gets super anxious around shots so he insists on accompanying her, even when Stolas tells him that he has been kidnapped. Blitz sends M&M in his stead, because Loona takes priority.

The main difference between Loona and Octavia is how much their parents wanted them.

Both Stolas and Blitzø love their daughters and want the best for them. However I can't help but think that the main reason in how they are treated is the fact that one of them was unwanted.

Stolas loves his daughter, that is undeniable and before Blitz re-entered his life Octavia was probably the only person in his life who made him happy. But he didn't want her. Everything in Stolas' life until the main plot has been decided for him, and he has done everything he did out of obligation: his job, his marriage and his heir. Paimon has decided that he will marry Stella when Stolas was a small child, and they were expected to produce an heir as soon as possible. Stolas most likely became a father against his will at an age where he was barely an adult and unprepared to raise a child. And that is not even mentioning the fact that he is gay.

This is not his fault, again. But it is the main reason why he always tries to escape his life and obsesses over Blitzø, ultimately including Octavia in the multitude of things he is running away from. Via is extremely entangled in the "list of chores" Stolas has to do, while Blitzø represents the freedom of choice for him.

Even so, it feels like Stolas is running the same circles around his daughter throughout the story, which is: Stolas neglects Via, Via feels sad and abandoned, they have a wholesome discussion that Stolas won't ever abandon Via and he loves her a lot, 2 seconds later Stolas is off chasing cock.

At the end of Mastermind, Via is seen visibly upset, probably thinking that his father left her behind for Blitzø again. She feels betrayed by him over and over again, and she is right because Stolas, despite making promises still disregards Via's thoughts and feelings at the end of the day.

Stolas is absolutely devastated when he realises that he might not see his daughter again, that he has lost custody over her. But it's too little too late, and while in this particular case it was completely justified that he went to save Blitzø from literally being executed, maybe Via would be taking it better if she wasn't left behind by Stolas over and over again.

Meanwhile Blitzø finally manages to connect with Loona on a deeper level by proving to her that he will always prioritise her safety and will die for her if it comes to that. It was the last push for Loona to completely lower her guard and actually allow herself to express outward affection towards her father.

And I think this progress could only happen because Blitzø has never given Loona a reason to feel left behind. This can also be a reason of introspection on Blitz' part as he adoped Loona after seeing himself in her. They had similar childhoods, full of abuse and neglect, and he was determined to make sure Loona won't have to feel that way with him around.

Unfortunately Stolas has suffered so badly from his depression and loneliness that even by trying his best he has subjected Octavia to the same loneliness he is desperately trying to escape. I hope that instead of resentment, he can learn from Blitzø on how to be a better parent, and also to take care of himself as well. I hope he and Octavia can reunite at some point, but Stolas will need to work more consciously on being there for his daughter.

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Hellfire Exotic Club Part 4

Yay! This story is really moving along and were getting to all sorts of plots coming up for you.

With any luck I'll finish Secret Tunnel (aka the Game Show AU) and then just so it goes up and you can read it before the end of the time, I'll be doing a one time posting on Tuesdays.

"A Love Connection" coming to your screens this Tuesday!

It looks like it will be about 7 chapters and lot of fun. So stay tuned for that.

In this we Steve making waves and Jeff having a heart to heart with his best friend.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

~

It was Saturday night and Chrissy and Steve were debuting their fallen angels. Eventually they were going to get color change outfits made up so that they were white when dry and red when wet. So that by the end of their dance, they’ll be devils.

Eddie was so thrilled by the idea that he ordered a couple of different outfits for them so they didn’t always have to wear the same outfit every week.

What they wore as Samael and Eve weren’t anything like their Sins, Satan and Lilith. Steve was having his own outfit made, so for now he was merely wearing the very held on together with too many pins outfit of the former Envy. Bill was much broader than Steve and his out was meant to be tight.

When he first tied them on he looked ridiculous. Steve refused to wear the cowboy hat that went with it because one, it was hideous; two, he had no way of knowing anything about Billy’s hair care or lack thereof to be considered safe; and three, because Steve was a vain ass bitch and refused to cover his hair for anyone.

So until their costumes came, Steve and Chrissy were just wearing skimpy white outfits that they removed during their dance.

It featured Samael and Eve being tempted by Lucifer into falling. It was sexy as hell and Eddie didn’t mind getting to dance with them both.

After all, Eddie was bisexual and both Chrissy and Steve were amazing dancers. Steve wore wings that by the end of their dance, Eddie had ripped off. Eve and her apple. Turning into the gluttonous Lilith, having tasted temptation and wanting to devour it all.

Then it was Eddie’s turn with the hour in the spotlight and he began with his guitar. He played like a rockstar and as he played and screamed his heart out, the clothes came off until there was nothing between him and his sweetheart.

Then he would set the guitar aside dance in just his boots, bumping and grinding for the crowd and all their hard earned money, now his.

Everyone was thrilled with how well the angels dance went down. Well, almost.

Eddie was putting the club’s take of the money into the strong box that would then be locked in his safe in the floor when he got a knock on his office door.

He looked up from his count. “Stella! Come on in. Have a seat. What can I do you for?”

She moved with all the deadly grace of cobra.

“That was a pretty impressive dance tonight,” she hummed non-committedly. “You and Chrissy and the new guy.”

Eddie was a smart man. He gotten to where he was based on that and his good instincts. And both were screaming Stella was in fact not impressed.

“It feels good to shake things up a bit,” he hedged. He wasn’t sure what her complaint was. That Steve and Chrissy got ‘extra time’? That Eddie was playing favorites? That they were a trio instead of duo or single like they usually were?

“We aren’t called Heaven and Hellfire Club, Eddie,” Stella huffed. “There’s shaking things up and then there’s throwing the baby out with the bathwater.”

Ah. The Heaven theme. “A lot of the demons in hell were fallen angels. Lucifer, Samael, Abbadon, Rosier and several others. We’re just tapping into the more Judaic and Islamic mythos instead of relying on the Christian one.”

She pursed her lips and Eddie could feel a storm brewing.

“We’ll see how it goes,” Eddie continued, cutting her off before she could build up steam. “If people don’t like it, we’ll stop. But at least for tonight, we pulled in good money for that dance.”

Stella nodded primly. “You’re right, Eddie. We’ll see.”

Like that wasn’t ominous as fuck.

~

Steve didn’t feel as nervous tonight as he had last week. He had had more time with the dance and he felt more confident in his skin. He knew by now that not everyone stripped, but he wanted to try a little tease tonight to see how that went over.

He leaned over the stool in the middle of the stage and waited for the lights to come on. This was his favorite moment even when he was back doing ballet. He loved the beat between the spotlight being off and then on.

That moment of hushed silence as the crowd takes in a collective breath in anticipation. Waiting.

Waiting.

Bam!

The lights came on and Steve snapped up his head. He pulled his body over the stool and straddled it. He ran his fingers over his body and looked back into the crowd with a pout.

Half way through his hour of dancing, he looked over his shoulder at the crowd and slowly unzipped his corset and then pushed it down his body, as money flew through the air.

Yep. That would certainly do the trick. He turned around and dipped down low, spreading his legs. He bounced right back up. He spun and then did the splits, slowly sinking to the floor. He brought his legs back together and arched his back, leaning on his hands. He laid completely flat and undulated his body. He sat back up and tucked his legs under him.

He crawled toward the front of the stage where there were men and women alike waving fists of cash at him. He let them tuck the bills wherever it would fit and then stood back up.

He finished his dance back on the stool and turned away from the audience. He looked over his shoulder again and winked.

~

Eddie was going to go feral. This was it, the end of his sanity. It had slowly been ebbing away for years but this?

This destroyed the last tether he had to reason. He didn’t drink on the clock. Because he knew the second he got drunk some catastrophe would happen that he would need to be sober for and he’d fuck the whole thing up.

But god, did Steve’s little wink at the end make him want to start with one end of the bar and go all the way down, drinking everything he could get his hands on.

How his hands managed not to shake when he handed Steve his cut of the night’s earnings, he’ll never know. But he even got in a sincere smile while he was at it.

He quietly put the money in the lockbox to be combined with Saturday’s take and taken to the bank first thing in the morning. He locked up his office and went out front to wait for the cleaners. When he got out to the bar, he saw Jeff waiting for him.

That brought him up short. If he was expecting anyone to stay for a chat it would have been Chrissy or Gareth. Jeff pulled out a bottle whiskey and poured them each a glass before sitting down. He patted the stool next to him.

“Come on,” he murmured gently. “I’m not gonna bite you.”

Eddie scoffed and did as he was told. This was bound to be a better conversation then the ones he had with Stella and Steve. At least this time there was booze involved. He picked up the glass and swirled the liquid around before taking a long drink.

“You did good bringing him in,” Jeff started. “More people are coming in then they were before and tips for everyone have gone up.”

Eddie looked over at his best friend and then cocked his head to the side with a half shrug. “I was about ready to go drown my sorrows and give up finding anyone who could replace Billy. Because, yeah for all we brandy about him being stereotypical, he got warm bodies into the club every Sunday night.”

“He certainly could out Magic Mike even the best of strippers,” Jeff agreed. “Too bad his personality was shit and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants off the stage.”

Eddie drained the rest of his glass and poured himself another. He turned in the stool to face Jeff. “See that’s the part I don’t understand. Why would he sleep around with married women? Especially high profile married women? Because that was just asking for trouble.”

“Because it’s not about sex,” Jeff said with a shrug. “It’s about power. He could have sex with any woman he wanted so he went for the ones in power so that he could control them. Dude was a class A asshole.”

“That’s true,” Eddie scoffed. “But no, I’m glad Steve is settling in. Since Scott’s been helping him learn the moves, he’s been picking them up faster and even adding his own moves.”

“When you got him in to see Ellie?” he asked downing his drink. “Because if he was in a costume that actually fucking fit, he’d be bringing in even bigger numbers.”

Eddie winced. He loved Ellie. She did all the costumes for the club and was always happy to make him new ones. Hell, she was super excited to do the costumes for the fairy tale night. But he was having a hard time getting Steve and her together in the same room because of how wildly different their schedules were. He really wasn’t thinking about that when he gave Steve his schedule.

“I’m working on it,” he muttered darkly. “She’s already slammed with some of the extra work we sent her. I don’t know what Steve does on his days off, but he’s been super busy so it’s hard to get the two of them in the same room.”

“Just have her show up to one of the shows,” Jeff said, “and have her take the measurements between him shaking his assets.”

Eddie snorted. “She likes making our costumes but she passes on the actual show.”

“She’d be in the back in the dressing rooms,” Jeff huffed. “Because he needs to get costumes that fit his style. Hell, he needs to dance his style. The envy dance was great for pole, but Steve barely touches the damn thing. Which considering his past experience is a little weird, but that’s not here or there. He needs to be able to branch out.”

“Would you tell that to Stella, please?” Eddie growled. “She’s already been on my ass about the angel thing. She’s trying to clip his wings before he even gets them.”

Jeff poured them both another glass. Eddie raised an eyebrow. He didn’t usually have more than two. “Don’t worry, I’ve got Uber on standby, but I think we both need this right now. But to answer your question, some people just don’t like change. Especially since she is one of the last vestiges of the KitCat Kitty Club. Her and a couple of the backup dancers. When they saw Billy get fired, suddenly they got very afraid for their jobs.”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, playing with his glass and really not drinking it. Around them the cleaners were getting to work. They were used to Eddie having a drink with one of his friends and just did that section last.

“You just have show them you understand where they’re coming from,” Jeff said, “without letting them push you over. You’re boss after all.”

Eddie glared at him. “And how do you suppose I do that, pray tell?”

“I don’t know,” Jeff said waving his hand. “Fly casually.” He snorted when Eddie hit his arm. “Look, man I don’t know. I’m just a dancer. I shake my ass and I get paid for it. You’re the real brains of this place. You took it to new heights when it should have failed. You brought in some of the best dancers this town has ever seen by the sheer grace of just being friends with them. I don’t know why you’re asking me for advice.”

Eddie buried his head in hands. He sat like that for a moment and then drank all the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. He put his head on the bar and thunked it a couple of times. He was good at this. He could do this.

“I can handle this,” he said waving his hands at the bar. “What I can’t handle is how hot Steve is. Like what the hell?”

Jeff threw his head back and laughed. “Can’t help you with that one, man. I’m straight.”

“God, I wish I was straight or gay instead of the bisexual disaster that I am.”

Jeff put his arm around his shoulders. “People still think you and Chrissy are still an item?”

He nodded morosely and then laid his head on his arms on the bar. He turned his head to look at Jeff. “I can’t beat the allegations even with my personal no dating staff rule.”

“Maybe they just want you to be happy,” he said, finishing his drink and setting the glass behind the bar for the crew to clean up.

“It’s just she’s not out as a lesbian,” Eddie whispered, “and I worry she’s going to be pushed into revealing something she’s not ready to yet.”

“So take a night off once and awhile and date, man,” Jeff huffed. “You give everyone at least one night off, two if you can swing it. But when was the last time you stepped into a club that you didn’t own?”

Eddie scoffed. “Probably never.”

“You have me and Chrissy to help you run this place,” Jeff reminded him. “Take a day off, rest. Hell, go visit your uncle. I bet that bastard misses your scaly ass.”

Eddie shook his head and finished his third glass. “I should. I call him all the time, but it would be good to see him too.”

“I think you’ve had your head so wrapped around this club,” Jeff said, “that you forgot to be someone other than ‘boss’.”

Eddie let out a slow shuddering breath as he pushed away from the bar. “Thanks, Jeffy. I owe you.”

Jeff laughed. “You don’t owe me shit. I love my job and I know there would be no other place in or out of this fucking state that would take a black man as a headlining stripper, let alone one looking like me.”

“Which is a damn shame,” Eddie replied. “Let’s find that Uber of yours and go home.”

Jeff laughed. “You’ve become such a fucking lightweight.”

Eddie pushed him and then wrestled and tussled as they exited the bar.

In the back of the bar one of the cleaners watched them go with a furrowed brow.

~

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

And don't worry, I haven't forgotten our little cleaner, they'll make an appearance later. ;)

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A Man Starved

Summary: Ari lives for the taste of you on his tongue...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Light Rimming, References to Anal Sex (mentioned), CMNF, Ass Slapping, Pussy Slapping, Light Edging, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This fic is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Takes place directly after the events in Off the Market. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

You were working on borrowed time. Shaking your head, you reach for another plate as you take your time cleaning up after dinner. All that was left after you finished the dishes was wiping down the range. 

The floors looked good, which meant that you could probably get away without sweeping. You’d already convinced Ari to invest in the magic that was a Swiffer WetJet. It wouldn’t take more than a few minutes to do a quick touch-up.

Your eyes stray to the clock, noting the increasingly late hour. Ari could afford to be patient for a little while longer. If anything he was probably exhausted after the busy day you’d had, what with the shopping spree and the hour long drive back home to Bell’s Creek. 

He was probably half asleep by now. Meanwhile, you were secretly dreaming about the next time you’d be able to enjoy another one of those hand-dipped milkshakes like the one you’d had at lunch. Preferably without that damned Stella. 

Your lip curls into a snarl at the memory of your waitress. Having to stomach that heifer’s attempt to flirt with your man had left you feeling madder than a wet settin’ hen.

You yank the Swiffer out of the closet, jumping backwards as the broom clatters to the floor. Shit. Perhaps you were still a touch riled up. You’re just about to lean down to pick it up when you feel two large hands settle on your hips. 

“Yeah?” You huff out.

“I’ve been patient long enough.” Ari rasps. “Time for bed, sweet Bird.” Soft, warm lips skim along the curve of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Let’s go.” 

“Ten more minutes and I’m all yours.” You assure him as your pulse kicks up, the familiar feeling of butterflies dancing in your belly.

“No.” That one word has your spine stiffening in rebellion. 

“Patience.” You remind him, shimmying out of his grasp while still clutching the Swiffer. “Some might even say it’s a virtue. I think I heard that in a movie or something. Can’t quite remember where, but I’d like to think it’s still a good rule of thumb.”

You continue to prattle on as you set down the mop to search for a new bottle of cleaning solution found under a nearby cabinet.  

“Already told you, baby.” Ari growls, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “I’m all outta patience.” He reaches for you then, needing to touch you. Wanting to feel the softness of your submission as your body melts for him. 

“Ari…” You blow out an unsteady breath as your pussy spasms, your empty walls clenching around nothing. 

“You made me wait all day for a taste of you.” Your man purrs at the same time as he grabs the edges of his faded black t-shirt before tugging it over his head, revealing his brawny hair-covered chest. “You wouldn’t let me have you earlier. I admit I didn’t like it very much at the time. A man needs his fix, you know? Especially after watching you show off all those sweet curves during our trip today.” 

Frankly, even he’s surprised that he’s been able to last as long as he has. You have no idea just how close he was to snapping and simply taking what he felt was owed to him. 

Especially after he’d spent the entire afternoon fantasizing about splaying you out on his kitchen table and getting lost between your luscious thighs. He’d already gone too long without the taste of you on his tongue. 

And if Ari was being honest, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able last another minute without you – let alone ten of them. Something had to give. 

And that something was you. 

“Surely you can wait until I finish mopping, can’t you?” You whisper, scarcely recognizing the sound of your own voice as butterflies give way to raw need under the weight of your man’s heated gaze.

You’d never had anyone look at you the way he did. And even after these last couple of months together, you still weren’t quite used to it. 

“Afraid not.” Your Bounty Hunter is quick to shake his head “no”. And he doesn’t look the least bit ashamed of it either. “Time to feed me, Duchess.” His wolfish grin sends ripples of desire coursing through you, straight to your dripping core. “I’ve spent all day thinking about all the ways I plan to wreck that greedy little pussy.”

His intoxicating blue eyes dip to your waist as he growls low in his throat. You were wearing too many clothes for his liking, which meant your pink cotton panties and matching satin nightdress were about to be a thing of the past. 

“Y–you have?” You stammer as he begins to approach, his sinewy muscles bunching and moving as he bridges the distance between you. The next thing you know, he’s standing in front of you, his sinful lips hovering mere inches above yours. 

“I wasn’t joking earlier when I asked you to stay the night. I sleep best after I’ve spent the evening getting all tangled up in the sheets with my woman.” Ari leans in to nuzzle your nose with his, eliciting a quiet whimper from you. “Never had anyone as sweet as my stubborn little Bird.”

Your grip on the Swiffer goes slack as you allow it to fall to the floor, your hands going to rest on Ari’s thick biceps to keep yourself upright. Because at this point, the man’s ability to make your legs turn to jelly might as well be his goddamn superpower. 

“And I’ve never had anyone like you.” You murmur before rising on your toes to give him a swift, but meaningful kiss. “Never had my very own Beast of a man who makes me weak in the knees on what feels like a daily basis.” You’re rewarded for your honesty with another nuzzle, this one accompanied by a sharp hint of teeth, signaling that Ari was close to his breaking point. “And if you give me just two more minutes, I promise to show you just how much I appreciate – oooh!” 

Your words end in a scream when your Hunter bends down to throw you over his shoulder. Your world tilts on its axis yet again as he turns on his heel and strides off in the direction of the bedroom. “Put me down, damn you!” You screech as you pound fists pounding on his back.

Not hard enough to do any real damage, but just enough to be annoying.  

“I warned you, sweetness. I did.” Ari delivers a resounding slap to your upturned ass, loving your little whine of protest. “Told you I needed my fix. It’s just not right to let a man starve the way I have.” 

Of course he would paint himself as the victim in all of this. Nothing unusual there.

Thirty seconds later you find yourself flying through the air as he unceremoniously tosses you on the bed. You didn’t know this, but there’s a small part of him that takes special pleasure in watching you bounce on the padded surface.

After all, you’d brought this on yourself. And as such, he was certain there wasn’t a jury in the world who would convict him for all the dirty things he was about to do to your delectably curvy body. 

Ari’s head cocks to the side as he watches you sit up, your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your nightdress. A low hum of appreciation escapes when you reach up to readjust the silky garment, exposing even more of your cleavage.  

Oh yeah. Tonight was about to get downright filthy. 

“I suppose I brought that on myself. I should’ve known better than to…” You trail off, smoothing your hands along your sides before pulling yourself up on your knees. “Shame on me for treating you so insensitively.”

“I take it that was your version of an apology?” 

You nod sheepishly, a light blush warming your cheeks. And now it’s your turn to watch as a slow, devilish smirk spreads across your Hunter’s chiseled features.

Fuck. If your panties weren’t soaked before, they definitely were now.

“Well, sweetheart, as nice as that was…” Ari’s large hand moves to cup his impressive erection, giving himself a squeeze through his boxers. “I’m afraid I can’t accept.” He chuckles softly, not missing the way your eyes glaze over with lust as he continues to touch himself.

“Why not?” You rasp, your pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. “I promise to be more mindful.” You reach for him then, intending to drag his big body down onto the bed with you. “I hate the thought of you being made to suffer all day long the way you have.” You give him your best pout, bating your eyelashes at him as you do.

It earns you nothing.

“You wanna make it up to me, Bird?” His nostrils flare as he breathes deep, almost as if he can scent your arousal. “Then I think it’s time I finally got my taste, don’t you?” His smirk returns when you nod once more. 

Your eager hands fly to the hem of your gown, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the side before your man can so much as blink. You briefly hesitate before repeating the same action with your panties, all but ensuring they would survive this erotic encounter.

“Fucking beautiful.” Ari rasps, his voice coming out hoarse. “Every single fucking inch of you.” He motions for you to turn and face away from him. “But right now, I’m dying to see you on your hands and knees for me.”

“But I–”

“Hush.” Your Beast commands, effectively cutting you off. “If you want me to believe your apology is sincere then you’ll shut that sweet mouth and do as you’re fucking told.” While there’s no bite to his words, they still make you shiver nonetheless. 

Ari smacks your left flank as you scramble to do as you’re told. Goosebumps rise across your heated flesh as you give him your back, your bare bottom on full display.

“Good girl.” Comes his silky purr. “Push that ass up for me. Now spread your thighs a little more – yeah, that’s it. There’s that pretty fucking pussy you’ve been keeping from me.” You find yourself preening at his praise, your slick coating your inner thighs.    

“I…please touch me, Beast.” You whine, your body trembling with need. “Please.” You allow your head to droop when Ari finally joins you, the bed dipping beneath his delicious weight.

But your relief, however, is short-lived.

“Tonight I’m gonna give you as much of me as you can take.” He growls, his slightly calloused palms possessively rubbing and kneading the generous globes of your ass. “And I’m not gonna stop until I’ve had my fill…”

A tiny whimper escapes when Ari parts your cheeks, exposing your drenched pussy and puckered hole to his gaze. You jump when he uses one long, thick finger to part your slippery folds so that he can toy with your sensitive little clit. 

“Can’t say when that’s gonna be, baby.” He swirls the pad of his finger over the nub, making your hips arch as white hot pinpricks of pleasure dance along your spine. “Because as you know, I've worked up quite the appetite.”

“S’okay!” You cry as you attempt to bear down, wishing he would add another finger. Or at the very least allow you to ride his thigh or something. Last time you tried that you came so hard you’d–

Your thought stream is interrupted by the sudden feeling of something hot and wet taking the place of your man’s fingers. Although you try to pull away, Ari’s grip on your hips remains steady, making it clear that you weren’t going anywhere without his explicit permission.

Leaving you with no doubt that you'd also be sporting a fresh set of bruises before the night was over.

And you can’t help the sweet moan that gets stuck in your throat when he briefly pulls away long enough spit on your tight, virgin hole before brushing his finger along the rim. “Can’t wait to take you here too.” He snarls, tracing along the seam with his wicked tongue. “Gonna make you mine in every way that counts.”

“Ooh! Christ, Ari, I fuck–!”

You’d never had a man do that to you before. Anything involving your ass had always been off limits. Until now.

A fresh wave of arousal has you trying to rub your thighs together, hoping to obtain some kind of relief in spite of your torture. Your hand slaps down hard on the bed when Ari buries his face between your thighs once more.

He takes his time devouring you, savoring your essence with each frenzied stroke of his tongue. This man planned to enjoy every sob, every moan, every cry of pleasure he rang from your body before this night was over. 

In hopes that you would think twice before denying him again. For depriving him of all your sweetness. 

“So sweet.” Ari’s eager tongue continues to lap at your passion-swollen cunt, his eyes rolling backwards in carnal bliss. “Always so fucking sweet.” The compliment comes on the heels of a desperate growl. It’s peppered by several sharp smacks, each one harder than the next.

Tears spring to your eyes as he continues to drink you down, the filthy wet sounds of his sensual feast echoing throughout his bedroom. Your hands fist the covers as you try to crawl away, only to be dragged back into position seemingly without him so much as even breaking a sweat.

“Please!Please!Oh, fuck, right there!Please!” You chant over and over like a fevered prayer. “God, yes!” 

Your voice sounds hoarse, even to your own ears. But you don’t let that stop you. Because now that Ari had seen fit to whet your appetite, you were ready for more. 

A hell of a lot more. 

You feel the coil tighten in your belly as your orgasm approaches. Sensing that you’re close, Ari tightens his grip on your hips, granting himself better access to your weeping pussy. God, you were so close you could taste it.

But right as you’re about to topple over the edge, Ari suddenly pulls away. The fucking rat bastard!

“But why?” You whine, turning to look at him over your shoulder, pleased to see your slick coating his bearded chin. His unrepentant grin making you want to scream.

“Aww.” Ari coos rather mockingly, his eyes alight with mischief. “What happened to patience being a virtue and all that?”

“Oh, you can fuck right off!” You snarl, attempting to twist out of his grasp so that you can rough him up. 

He simply shakes his head as laughter bubbles up and out of his chest. And then he flips you onto your back, parting your thighs so that he can get himself another nice, long look at your still glistening cunt. 

“Maybe later. But first, I'm gonna need another taste.” He purrs, his hand delivering a wet slap to your throbbing core. “Now be a good girl and hold these pretty thighs open for me.”

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Movie Night (kabukiaku AU)

TerzoMega ~ Smut below the cut

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Omega is ready for date night with Terzo. Or is he?

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Omega fidgeted in front of the door to Terzo’s chambers. He scanned his surroundings, making sure he hadn’t been spotted. Clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand a little tighter, he steeled himself and made his first tentative knock, wondering idly when the butterflies would still. Deep down, he knew they wouldn’t. 

Terzo wasted no time in answering, greeting him with a dazzling smile. Omega’s stomach did a backflip. 

“Ciao bello,” Terzo greeted him warmly, taking a moment to look him up and down. “Aren’t you looking dashing tonight,” he assessed, approving of Omega’s powder pink sweater vest and dark grey slacks.  Terzo stood on his toes expectantly, Omega leaning down to allow a kiss to the cold metal cheek of his mask.

“Come in, come in. Put your things down,” Terzo said, ushering him inside and taking the flowers with a playful bow. Omega obliged, setting his bag by the door. He’d needed to stop by his own chambers before their date; even though he practically lived at Terzo’s at this point, he had needed to refresh his ever-growing wardrobe that was accumulating in Terzo’s closet. Omega shuffled his feet, waiting awkwardly for Terzo to come back with a vase. Omega still needed him to take the lead, even after all this time. After a moment Terzo returned, carefully arranging the flowers before taking his hand and drawing him to the sitting room.

“Sit, sit. Make yourself comfortable,” Terzo instructed, letting his hand slide up Omega’s arm, lingering at his shoulder for a moment. Omega did as he was told, settling down at one end of Terzo’s plush purple suede sofa, propping himself up on an armrest. He watched as Terzo fussed with his beloved Stella, the antique projector that was his most prized possession; tonight was movie night. When he had selected a film and successfully set everything up, he beamed at Omega before shutting off the lights.

“You’re in for a treat tonight, my darling ghoul,” Terzo said as he took his seat at the other end of the sofa, curling his legs up under himself. “We’re watching The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. A true piece of cinema history. I think that you will love it.”

Omega felt himself begin to relax more as the images flickered before him. He wondered why date nights always set his heart to fluttering; for all intents and purposes, they lived together, after all. But there was just… something about the formal nature of calling it a date. It was something that Omega had never really done before, not until he met Terzo. Terzo was different. He was special. He made Omega want to step outside of his comfort zone. To learn.

Terzo drifted closer and closer as the film progressed, spouting facts about the movie and its production all the while, and when his head finally came to rest on Omega’s shoulder, it was a welcome relief. Omega wrapped his arm around Terzo’s much smaller frame and pulled him snugly against his body. Terzo let out a little sigh.

When the film was over, they sat in silence for a few long moments, content in each others arms.

“So, what did you think, amore?” Terzo asked, running a hand across Omega’s chest. Omega was grateful that the growing blush across his cheeks was concealed behind his mask. He swallowed hard before clearing his throat. 

“I enjoyed it. I felt like the themes were very reflective of the time it was made in, yet still timeless.” He really had been listening intently to Terzo’s impromptu lesson. He always did, and he wanted to affirm to Terzo that he hadn’t been just talking to himself. “I can see many similarities to the more modern-day films you’ve shown me. It must have been very influential.”

Terzo looked pleased, rewarding Omega with a peck on the forehead of his mask as he went to stand up. “My my, you are such a quick learner, mia ombra.” Omega grinned.

They ended the night as they often did, with Terzo’s favorite, Metropolis. This time when Terzo returned to the sofa, he resumed his previous position, nestling firmly into Omega’s side. Omega hummed, content. Throughout the movie Omega found himself stealing longing glances at the human tucked beneath his arm, lost in the comfort of his warmth and weight and hanging on his every word as he continued to talk about what they were watching. He was enraptured. Omega would happily watch this film every night for the rest of his life if it meant that he got to hear this passion in Terzo’s voice. The film ended too soon, as always, and again they sat together in the quiet darkness.

Terzo turned to nuzzle his face into Omega’s chest, inhaling deeply, breathing in his scent, his hands beginning to wander. When Terzo’s fingers teased their way under the hem of Omega’s shirt and began sliding up his stomach, Omega’s breath hitched. 

“Grazie, mio caro. I know you have seen that one many times. It is just the perfect way to end a date, don’t you agree?” Terzo said, looking up at Omega through lowered lashes.

“Y-yes. It’s, uh… It’s an excellent portrayal of class divide. Really speaks to those at the bottom. To searching for a better tomorrow…” Omega stammered before trailing off as Terzo’s hand grazed his pecks. His face was getting hot. 

“Mmm, you are such a good listener.” Terzo craned his face up to place a kiss to Omega’s neck, then another, trailing his way up to the edge of Omega’s mask. He climbed onto Omega’s lap, tongue snaking out to take a lick up Omega’s thoat. Omega let his head fall back as Terzo began to move his hips, gently grinding down on him. Omega felt himself stir, repressed excitement that had built up all throughout the night bubbling to the surface.

Terzo’s hands resumed their explorations under Omega’s shirt before going to lift it from the bottom. Terzo’s eyes met his questioningly, asking for permission. Unable to find his voice, Omega nodded enthusiastically. Terzo’s answering smile made Omega’s heart skip a beat. Terzo removed Omega’s sweater vest and shirt in one go, being careful not to displace his mask when lifting it over his head. Omega sighed as the growing heat that had been trapped began to dissipate. Terzo’s hands greedily roamed the now-freed flesh, making stops along the way to tease, to tangle in the soft white hair he found there. His mouth reversed its course back down Omega’s neck, trailing licks and soft kisses down his chest. Terzo’s tongue swirled around a nipple and Omega tried and failed to bite back a moan, his breath echoing harshly in his mask. Terzo released him with a gentle smacking sound, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 

 “Would you like one more show before the night is over?” Terzo purred. Omega nodded, unsure of what Terzo was planning but eager to find out.

Terzo rose to his feet, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he fixed Omega with a sultry stare. Terzo was close enough that their knees touched. He shrugged the garment from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His hands trailed down his own chest now, his stomach, teasing just under the waist of his pants. Terzo undid his belt, then his trousers, revealing a pair of black lace panties, the fabric straining against his erection. Those he took his time with, sensually sliding them inch by painful inch down long, shapely legs. By the time Terzo stood naked before him, save for his socks and garters, Omega’s own pants were painfully tight. Omega shifted in his seat, hands itching to touch but keeping patiently to themselves.

Terzo guided Omega into lying down on his back, fitting as much of his tall frame as he could on the sofa. Terzo straddled him, moving to undo Omega’s belt. He shimmied Omega’s pants down his hips, leaving his underwear on. Terzo cupped and rubbed Omega through the thin fabric, lingering at the growing wet spot sticking to Omega’s skin. Omega whimpered, hands drifting up above his head.

“Si. Mio amato monstro, always such a good listener,” Terzo cooed at Omega, leaning down to place a kiss where his mouth would be. Omega wished he’d taken off his mask, wished that he could kiss Terzo back, but with the way Terzo’s hand felt on him, he couldn’t have found the strength to remove it if he tried. Terzo began to move his hips rhythmically, his precum-wet cock gliding across the fabric of Omega’s underwear. Omega groaned.

Terzo’s hands teased beneath Omega’s waistband before dipping down below, pulling him free. Omega winced a little at the contact, overstimulated from the previous friction through the cloth. Terzo began stroking him with one hand, cradling his balls with the other. He bent down to run his tongue up Omega’s shaft, stopping to suck gently on his tip. Terzo touched himself, too excited by the noises Omega was making to wait. He fit as much of Omega as he could into his mouth and began to bob, Omega writhing beneath him. The room was beginning to spin.

Terzo pulled away to catch his breath, sitting up and leaning back on a palm, resuming pumping himself, his mismatched eyes boring into Omega. 

“You like what you see, amore?” Terzo said with a chuckle as a fresh drip of precum slowly trailed its way to Omega’s stomach. Indeed, he quite enjoyed what he saw. He must be a sight himself, he thought, sweaty and flushed and foggy as he was now.

Terzo leaned forward, rubbing their cocks together, and began to grind. One of Terzo’s hands found Omega’s above his head, fingers twining together. Omega’s free hand slid up Terzo’s thigh until it found its place on Terzo’s ample ass, squeezing firmly. Terzo’s mouth once more found a nipple and Omega threw his head back with an unrestrained moan. Terzo began caressing Omega’s chest, his belly, his hip, before reaching down to rub his inner thigh. Whimpering pitifully, Omega tangled his fingers in Terzo’s hair. His tail wound its way around Terzo's leg, needy. He wanted so badly to pull Terzo’s face down to meet his for a kiss, again cursing his lack of forethought.

When Terzo began to ride him faster, Omega let his arm fall uselessly to the sofa, fighting hard not to tear into the fabric with his claws. Terzo licked the side of Omega’s mask before nipping at his ear, his breath harsh against Omega’s skin.

“Omega…” Terzo whispered to him. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name when you cum.”

Omega gritted his teeth, fighting with all of his strength not to finish on the spot. He began to move his hips in time with Terzo’s almost involuntarily, bucking hard when Terzo’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Fingernails scratched down Omega’s chest, stinging sweetly. Terzo released his bite to softly moan Omega’s name in his ear, over and over.

“Terzo!” Omega came with a cry, back arching, body trembling. Terzo gave a few more frantic thrusts before following behind, sighing beautifully. 

As Terzo fell to Omega’s heaving chest, Omega heard his own heart pounding wildly in his ears. They lay there in a heap together, a mess of tangled limbs, tail still clinging tightly. Omega rubbed soothing circles into Terzo’s back, although trying to steady himself more than his little human partner. When he had gathered the strength to do so, he lifted a shaking hand to his mask, taking it off with a sigh of relief before gently setting it down on the floor. He coaxed Terzo into lifting his head, finally pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. Terzo’s tongue licked up into his mouth, and Omega couldn’t help but smile.

“Mmm,” Terzo hummed, before letting out a small yawn. “Do you think we should go to bed now?” He looked dreamily sated.

Omega nodded, stretching languidly and becoming aware of how sticky his stomach was with both of their release. “Maybe a shower first, tesoro.”

“An excellent idea, my darling” Terzo said, cringing as he pried their bodies apart. He extended a hand to Omega after he’d made it to his feet, an offering Omega gladly took. His knees felt weak as he stripped his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, leaving them where they fell as they headed hand in hand toward the ensuite.

While they waited for the water to heat up, Terzo pulled him down for a kiss, soft at first, but quickly building. As they broke away to catch their breath, Terzo met his gaze, a hand finding its way to the back of Omega’s neck. 

Terzo smirked up at him, mischief in his eyes. “Maybe we have time for an encore, no?”

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Andrealphus Should Have Been Adras

He's another Goetia depicted as an owl and that would have been a great way to contrast him with Stolas and keep Stella owl themed instead of saying she's a swan (even though her brother is a peacock). Also because of the fact that Andras could contrast with Stolas as a highly dangerous demon who kills his conjurers if they displease them and teaches people to kill their enemies, masters, and servants. In other words, he's just ripe to be a better written hate sink than the copy and past Elsa twink. Also again in contrast with how Stolas is a bookish nerdy twink he could be a macho man who's a physical fighter and poses a threat something that could make Stolas actually be hesitant to challenge despite lower rank. Also this could better explain why Stella was so violent because of the fact her brother was very violent as well. Also he's said to ride a giant wolf which could be greatly ripe for again commentary on how the hellhounds are treated if someone of them can access a special for and force to be served as steeds for masters.

If she actually did more than service level research she might have picked him to be the antagonistic brother in law to Stolas. Also he doesn't have any incest with his sister but he is verbally abusive towards her. Stella does everything she can to please him and as a result makes her rather molded into the harpy she is. Also it could explain why she and Stolas don't get along because he's the opposite of the brother she grew up with. This could better explain why they never gelled and make her complex.

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My thoughts on Stolas and Vassago

For those who have watched the Mastermind episode and notice the way Vassago not only defends Stolas, but also cheers and looks concerned for him, it makes people like me wonder what the relationship between them is. With the artwork Vizziepop did for Pride Month not only reveals that both of their sexuality flags are Gay, like Andrealphus' is, but it also has Vassago looking at Stolas, who doesn't notice from looking at Blitzo. Subjecting that Vassago might have feelings for Stolas.

Dismissing the theory of the two possibly being half brothers, with Paimon revealing that he has so many sons that he can't keep track of them; and with him being a shapeshifter. Along with the fact that Vizziepop herself has given likes to fan artworks of Stolago, that are of a romantic nature. And I don't see her liking the fanart of them if they turn out to be brothers.

For those who remember the Hazbin Hotel pilot, that originally had Vassago as one of the many Overlords, he is seen standing next to a two-headed theatre-themed demon; while Vassago's appearance subjected that he might have been an Overlord of pop/rock music. In an much earlier version of that scene, the demon next to Vassago had Stolas's design before Vizziepop decided to reuse that overlord's design for Stolas, and creates a whole new one for the Overlord who was most likely Overlord Vassago's rival. With both theatre and music preformed on stages, just as both radio and TV are used in media circles. The reason Vassago was left in the HH pilot was because Vizziepop didn't know if she would ever plan to use him or his design again in the future. It is unknown if Stolas and Vassago will be placed as rivals in season three, with Vassago set to return in future episodes, while Mastermind gives off friends vibes.

Although The Circus episode subjects that Stolas is a lonely child with very little friends, there is a chance that Stolas and Vassago met or only get to see each other during Goetia related events. (Even though he wasn't seen at Stella's not divorced party.) Which could have led to an impression that stayed with Vassago, while the walls Stolas build from wanting to please his high expectation father and abusive wife, along with the fact that Stolas doesn't seem to enjoy his prince lifestyle, indicates that he might have mixed views towards his fellow Goetia. Possibly seeing all Goetia as one and the same, and that's why he prefers Blitz's company to theirs. Even though Vassago might have also been forced into an arranged marriage, for the same reasons Stolas was.

With any luck Vassago would not only help Stolas with his relationship with Blitz, but also restore his faith in their kind. Should Stolas and Blitzo find themselves doing a Ross and Rachel, brake up and see other people before ending up together again, Vassago might be the one of the hellborn demons Stolas dates for a time.

Don't get me wrong I am a Stolitz supporter, and it will most likely be the end game ship of the series, but I would like to see Vassago as a friend to both Stolas and Blitz. Maybe even help them to restore Stolas back to power and get him back with Octavia.

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Those bowling pins

Tying the season 3 theories together. Poke the links for the not cut down versions.

There's been a few people say that season 3 is about family and addiction, and as a theme it seems likely. (I know a few people have said this comes from Viv, but grain of salt).

But that does fit with what's set up.

Things set up:

Familural estrangement, with Via and Barbie.

Which are set up as parallels of each other in the same conversation.

-Via

Via angry that her dad hid his depression, and feels there's a lot he's hidden from her (which he is), to give her a happy childhood.

But she still doesn't understand: her mum's narcissistic abuse*, her mum's murder attempts, that she was the brightest spot in her dad's life not just a obligation, and that her dad's 'choice' of Blitz or her was set up by her mum and uncle.

(*Narcissistic abuse doesn't really have a anything to do with the personality disorder NPD.

Narcissistic abuse is a description of a learned pattern of bullying behaviours, by people that work out they can use abuse to get away with more and more.

Because of this learnt behaviour they slowly become less willing to manage their negative emotions. Choosing a target(s) that's unable/unwilling to fight back, to dump it on. To make themselves feel bigger. They won't do it in front people who they think count. Or force people to walk on eggshells to keep the abuse happy.

I know some very lovely people with NPD. Abuse is always a choice).

Some of this understanding likely will come with Stella switching her abuse target to Via.🙁 Narcissistic abusers don't like going long without someone they can use as squeaky stress toy, to attack and undermine. And as far as Stella concerned Via's at the bottom of the pecking order.

These seem like the bowling pins for Via.

-Barbie

Barbie... Ok she's trickier (post). Blitz says Via 'will understand eventually', and with them set up as parallels it suggests she already knows what really happened with the fire.

She also starts out calling him Blitz so they have talked over the last 5 years. Think this is why he was hoping that if she just got clean he'd have his sister back.🙁

My guess is that Barbie's going be a way to talk about Cash's narcissistic abuse of both of them, and how they got very different treatment.

I'm pretty sure the reason we're not seen her in the flashbacks is because she was treated as the 'invisible child' by her dad. The one that was always left out and forgotten.

I think their going have to have a frank talk about what lead her to dependency, because at the moment she blames Blitz for everything that's every gone wrong, not just the accident.

And that might put her recovery at risk.

Shit happening can definitely be a reason for you being screwed up, and turning to a harmful coping strategies. But after when you're out and your safe there's an element of choice, along with compulsion, to continue the harmful behaviour.

(Like I'm definitely a bit screwed up from parental abuse, but I'm mostly safe from that for a while now. And I shouldn't use that as an excuse to make bad decisions today).

Think it's a good bet that this will bring up Cash's own abuse of alcohol. Because it can seem like a forgone conclusion, when you're parent's an addict, and how parental abuse often lead you to needing unhealthy coping strategies.

Stolas' alcoholism and domestic abuse

And yer think Barbie, and Cash's issues, will definitely bring up Stolas' own decency on alcohol. As well how it's links to Stella and Paimon's abuse.

Because it's so much closer than Barbie or Blitz's abuse by Cash, or the accident; Stolas is more likely to crash and fall back on unhealthy patterns. When things go wrong.

Stolas only just survived Stella's murder attempts a couple of months ago, and only just lost his kid 1 month ago.

Blitz has a lot of the puzzle pieces both with Stella's abuse and murder attempts (post), and with Stolas' drinking problem (post) . So it's a good bet that his family history is going to help him work out what going on with the man he loves.

Blitz giving too much, and Stolas misunderstanding

Thinking this will lead into Blitz over loading himself (post). His had a big problem of trying to fill the gap of his lower self esteem by over giving as a caretaker.

Like how he smothered Loona with affection. And how because it's so over the top, that actively made her assume it had to be bullshit for a while.

It's sweet how doting Blitz was being with Stolas during mastermind. But it's also mostly one way, because Stolas doesn't believe Blitz loves him.

And that's a problem.

Blitz is assuming he's being obvious about being head over hooves love with Stolas, and that he's loved him way before the deal ended.

But Stolas... This fucker thinks that it's gratitude for saving him, or pitty for what he's lost. And that they're now even. (Post) He's going to be waiting for Blitz to stop pretending to care.

Because Blitz and Stolas both have big issues with assuming any and all love they receive is conditional.

Stolas is unlikely to respond properly to Blitz's love, like Loona didn't because she thought it was fake. Setting Blitz up to do too much, and Stolas to do too little.

But this doesn't seem like any sort of break up to me. Just that Blitz is going have to bite the bullet and really ask him out. Tell Stolas how he feels.

Cus we've seen Stolas response immediately to Blitz when he thinks it's real, (before getting in his own head again).

Fizz and Ozzie power imbalance

I love Fizz and Ozzie, but they've got stuff they need to work on together. (post)

And it's more on Ozzie to put in the work. Because them being in the closet most of their relationship, has let Ozzie get away with some stuff he shouldn't.

(Like overstepping as his carer. This one's super cute down again).

Fizz has taken the majority of shit thrown at them, because of his lower status. And like it or not Oz is one of the seven who put that social hierarchy in place.

Ozzie likes Blitz but he's not willing to go to bat for him, because Fizz asked. (post)

If he'd have thought to mention the crystal, or that they're under his jurisdiction he could probably have gotten IMP off.

But it's a combination of him not being great under pressure, and not having skin in the game.

He's too caught up in the system to really see the harm anymore.

And Fizz get to be angry at Ozzie, when Blitz being his best friend, and guy who's saved his life multiple times; wasn't enough to get care about an imp's life.

It's not a complement when you're the exception to a rule, the only one of your people that they care about.

Ozzie very likable, but he's at the top of a racist power structure. And him and Fizz have got to start talking about how that plays into their relationship, because they've been ignoring it till now.

M&M pregnancy

(post) It looks like Millie's pregnancy will be a way to get her side of what happened with Chaz in exes and oohs. (He's is definitely coming back as flashback).

My guess is it's been left out because it about a previous pregnancy and abortion.

Millie's so very pissed that her ex is now apparently set up with all the resources that would have been needed for a kid.

And Chaz is definitely the type of sleazeball that would dip. Then come back to double check he doesn't have any kids, before trying to force Moxxie into marrying him.

It also looks like Chaz/the pregnancy is the reason Millie lost her last job too. Make the possibility of looking after a kid a none starter.

Millie's issues about that could make it harder for her to make choices about her pregnancy with Moxxie. Even if she does have the support this time, a secure job, and help.

(Yer like all of these are better explained in the original posts but this one is so cut down lol. It also goes into about Crimson is going try and steal any baby they have. As well as her support system, and work adaptions).

Loona's family

Loona's previous family is foreshadowed in murder family. She saying some horrible dark secret for everyone in the picture; except the mum and the baby she's holding.

Loona: Hey! You don't know they're innocent!

*points to the boy* This kid probably sets dogs on fire

*points to the girl* maybe this girl gets off to bullying Australian kids online

*points to the father* and this guy… This guy definitely watches.

It makes me think her DNA family was a good single mum. We also get a look at a lady that looks alot like an older Loona during cotton candy. Maybe an aunty?

But what about the rest of the people she gives a very specific nasty secrets? My guess is previous adoption/foster family.

Vicki is being weirdly specific about her digs about 'keeping what brings you joy'. And some really bad outcome that happened at Loona's last party.

She also mention male owner that treats her like a dog, not a family member. Think Vicki's the girl Loona was describing in the photo.

My guess is Loona's last party got her return to the pound, and labeled a 'trouble maker' and a 'nightmare'. (post)

She also only appears to have had only one drink that night, and Vicki is still keeping the photo of Loona throwing up.

'you really wouldn't like me after 1 drink'. It seems likely Vicki spiked Loona to get her sent back.

Harvest moon festival

Andy's going fuck up, because he's a racist, who's too up his own arse to care about the festive, the pain games, or the crop cursing (Post).

This a linchpin in hell's economy, and ars goeita rule.

The festive and pain games very important in themselves as a pressure valve. Giving people of Wrath a chance to blow off steam.

All bound up with soft power, by having Stolas overseeing both. Representing the magnanimity of the Goeitas giving everyone a holiday.

But the rich don't do stuff to be nice. All food staples appear to be grown in Wrath. Making every imp there an essential worker.

It's even worth the time of an ars goeita to go there the whole day; and curse that year's harvest. Making sure that year's food surplus works out.

The festive looks like something they had to give to stop strikes interrupting hell's food supply.

And well, Andy isn't Stolas.

He's not a bumbling dumbass, that mostly means well, but doesn't understand his own privage.

Andy's a racist cunt that thinks imp's should die for being uppity.

There's fudge all way this prick is not going to use slurs on stage.

And do we even know if he's able to make portals to the living world? (Post)

If Via's able to sort it, or not; it will still be a disaster PR wise. Right after Satan just said the quiet part out loud; that an imp's life has no value next to a goeita's.

Via's impending 18th birthday

Via's 18th birthday as a deadline for Andy to try and steal her inheritance permanently.

The job, the title, the palace, the money, the legions, everything. And the easiest way would be for Octavia to not reach 18th, and come of age.(Post)

It's been foreshadowed that Stella, Striker and Andy would all be happy to got through Via; to get what they want. (post)

(yer Timmy hit the picture limit again so have a block😅)

With Striker saying he's happy to kill women and kid's, and taunting Stolas with idea of hurting Via.

Stella literally has Via between them, when setting up her first murder attempt, showing it would be Via she'd have to go through. So she unlikely to care as long as it hurts Stolas.

Andy tells Via she'll regret stopping him from killing her dad.

And Striker's been getting more unhinged, trying to kill Fizz when he's not even getting paid to do so. So him snapping seems likely.

But I think that's what will get Striker killed off, if not the other two. (Post). Stolas saying he'll destroy Striker if he touches Via. And I think Stolas and Blitz that will save come and save her together.

There's also alot of the angst to both Via and Stolas if they expected to not celebrate her birthday together. As they are both terrified of her getting older, and becoming strangers to eachother.

Though I'm sure they will be together for her 18th in the end.

Mostly because I think that Stolitz blended family is endgame for this show.

Blitz has already adopted one gothy, just still 17 year old, and he'll do it again damnit. (Post) (Post)

(yes, I reformatted just to get to use this picture)🙂

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So obviously there's a lot of things to talk about in this new episode, but there's one thing that's really standing out to me and it's this:

I really think that Blitz and Octavia would get along.

I know it's super easy to think that they wouldn't, especially considering the current situation and Octavia's feelings about everything, but hear me out. We don't have a lot of interaction between the two of them (Which is a crime and I want more) but the few bits we do have they really do seem to be on pretty similar pages. Think about it. The first time we ever see them "together" is when Stolas is talking to Blitz on the phone in Loo Loo Land. Even though they aren't physically in the same space they have that scene where Stolas is getting super out of pocket like only season 1 Stolas can and it's cutting back and forth to the both of them saying "What the fuck!" Same page.

Later on in the park we have the scene where Blitz is telling her to hold on so he can keep giving Stolas a run down of what NOT to do to him in this theme park and he calls her "sweetie" and maybe that doesn't mean anything but idk Blitz likes kids. I think it's cute. Additionally she also didn't want Stolas doing any of those things to Blitz in the park so once again they're on the same page there.

In the few Octavia episodes we've gotten, including Seeing Stars, Octavia has never really seemed to harbor any hatred toward Blitz. After all, he's not her father. He never made her any promises and so he's never lied to her, which is the part of all of this that she seems the most upset about.

And that brings us to Sinsmas. The first little detail is that in Blitz's fantasy of the perfect future, the little Christmas scene, it wasn't just him and Stolas but also Loona and Octavia. Blitz has accepted that he loves Stolas and that Stolas loves Octavia and so Octavia is welcome as part of the family. Though imperfect, Blitz loves being a dad and I think he would love being a step-dad just as much.

And lastly we get the scene that inspired this entire post: The fight with Andrealphus when Blitz is saying that him getting his ass handed to him is "a bad look" and Octavia just nods and says "A very bad look." They're in total agreement there and Idk I just feel like the two of them would really get along.

I think that she would find Blitz cringey, because she's 17 and finds everyone cringey, but I think she would love being sisters with Loona and I think she would find Blitz funny. I know the situation is contentious at the moment but I would love it if there was a convenient plot device in season 3 that throws the two of them together. I want them to get to know each other, and I want her to get to witness Blitz and Stolas being happy together, and how Blitz treats Stolas better than Stella ever did.

Maybe I'm crazy but I can't help but feel like once Octavia and Stolas work through their issues, Octavia would really like being part of the IMP extended family. I think her and Blitz would be really close if they got the opportunity.

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If i was in charge of the character of stella i would make her the principal victim(alongside octavia) of his guilt tripping tactics, i think that stella could at least have some respect for stolas before the affair, trying to please him, learn astronomy to conect with him, and trying to be a good wife, but stolas being the narcissistic prick he is just thinks about himself and dont apreciate stella's efforts and that ends with stella enraged(with stolas, herself, maybe both?).

This lyrics of labour says it all

"Apologies from my tongue, and never yours

Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork

I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise

The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise

If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her

The emotional torture, from the head of your high table

She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate

So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake

At least I've gotta try"

The part of the weaponize incompetence is really fitting for Stolas.

Most of the cheaters/trashman use the incompetence to avoid doing tasks that are MEANT to be fullfied between BOTH MEMBERS of the relationship.

It feels as if in this case that you are telling, Stella was doing all the joint tasks of a couple, including, for example, the ones they are supposed to do like Goetia (with political themes). and I can honestly see Stolas using the excuse that his work is limited to professions (even using his depression as an excuse) to not give more to the family.

Stolas doesn't care that Stella wants to get close to him or get along with him, she is just a step up in status for him.

AND THE GUILT TRIPPING IS SO REAL.

Stella has the status she has thanks to her marriage to Stolas, he could use that as a way to control her from leaving or from feeling in DEBT to him (after all, the luxuries she has she couldn't afford. alone) and even applied something similar to Octavia but with a different approach.

if we go with Stolas not really caring about Octavia in this AU, I can see him doing a Mother Gothel on her when she does something he doesn't like or wants to leave the house. Tell her how that is "harming" her, how hell is dangerous, that she couldn't do it on her own, etc.

Overall, it's a very fucked up idea, but VERY GOOD ANON, keep it up.

____

La parte de la incompetencia armada es realmente apropiada para Stolas.

La mayoría de los infieles/hombres basura utilizan la incompetencia para evitar realizar tareas que DEBEN cumplirse entre AMBOS MIEMBROS de la relación.

se siente como si en este caso que estas relatando, Stella estuviera haciendo todas las tareas en conjunto de una pareja, incluyendo por ejemplo las que se supone deben hacer como Goetias(con temas políticos). y sinceramente puedo ver a Stolas usandonla excusa de que su trabajo se limita a las profesias(incluso usar de excusa su depresión) para no dar mas a la familia.

a Stolas no le importa que Stella quiera acercarse a el o llevarse bien con el, ella es solo un escalon en el estatus para el.

Y EL GUILT TRIPPING ES TAN REAL.

Stella tiene el estatus que tiene gracias a su matrimonio con Stolas, el podria usar eso como una forma de controlar que ella no se vaya o que se sienta en DEUDA con el(después de todo, los lujos que ella tiene no se los podria permitir ella sola) e incluso aplique algo similar a Octavia pero con un enfoque distinto.

si vamos con que Stolas realmente no le importa Octavia en este AU, puedo verlo haciendole un Madre Gothel cuando ella hace algo que no le gusta o quiere irse de la casa. decirle como eso le esta "dañando", como eo infierno es peligroso, que ella misma no podria por su cuenta, etc.

en general, es una idea muy jodida, pero MUY BUENA ANON, sigue asi.

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Part seven of the crown him series

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Hal could sympathize with Hades, for after seeing the light of life, how could he not pin it close to his darkness

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Hal finds that sitting for his portrait isn’t bad at all

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Disowned or not, the son of the king needed to be protected

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Steve can’t remember what happened last night, but his body sure does. Regret is the worst hangover of all - even more so when you can’t remember what you regret

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Being held captive and experimented on definitely wasn’t in your job description. After what seems like months in HYDRA captivity, rescue finally arrives - but what is rescue if not relief from suffering.

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Four stories with captivatingly dark themes

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The kink alphabet for the threesome

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Reader is horny but won’t do anything about it because she is busy doing other things. But her husband who can read minds can hear her inner struggle and does something about it.

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Introduction to Kinktober

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Inspired by the song ‘Slow Hand’ by the Pointer Sisters

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Inspired by the song ‘Breath’ by Breaking Benjamin

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Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐉 | carmen berzatto

Carmen knew you were a bit inexperienced, so what better way than to show you how?

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𖥔 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 | college au!alhaitham

College AU headcanon

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𖥔 ✶𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 | various SS and CE characters

One shots and ficlets for the month of October

𖥔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 | bucky barnes

You want Bucky in your mouth. Simple as that.

By ✍︎ Em ✍︎ @writing-for-marvel

𖥔 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 | mob!bucky barnes

Newlyweds Mob!Bucky and wife!reader explore Europe and each other during their honeymoon.

By ❀ Ali ❀ @flordeamatista

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | various SS and CE characters

Kinktober inspired by tarot cards and their auras

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 | lee boedecker

A tale of your wicked deeds.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐒𝐄𝐓

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𖥔 𝐁𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | masterlist

Spooky season stories heavily inspired by Hozier’s album, ‘Eat Your Young’

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | rockstar!sam/steve/bucky

When your friends invite you to a rock show and the drummer invites you back to his hotel room, you might get more than you bargained for yet…

By ✬ Astro ✬ @astrorogers

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 | wanda maximoff

The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 | wanda maxinoff

Wanda teaches kitten about Halloween

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | mistress!wanda maximoff

Mistress!Wanda x sub!kitten reader smut

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Ok, I'm addicted to Jentry Chau and here are my ideas and wishes if Season 2 is green lit. (70/30 cuz it's Netflix)

[SPOILERS AHEAD]

Jentry Chau being content with her powers, but it gain attraction from other mythical beings to take it.

Heaven getting involved with the story because they heard how mischiefs from the Underworld has bled into the Earth and was stopped by a girl with Nezha powers. Bonus, the real Nezha meets Jentry and they share a brother/sister dynamic.

Michael learning more of his powers and it would be amazing if it involves other mythologies. I wanna know whose powers he has, though.

Stella wanting to learn about how to defend against demons and asking any mythical beings to help.

Kit returning but tries to redeem himself for others, and he and Jentry make up and stay friends.

Some more Seoul exploration and encountering demons along the way.

While fighting demons, Jentry learns that they can't let go of painful burdens and suffered great pain. She helps them let go because she knows what burdens feel like.

Jentry learning about her dad's side this time.

The overall theme for this one is immortality. The new evil steals The Peach of Immortality from the Heavens, leading Heaven to ask Jentry for help. The story progresses into the lesson of how Immortality is seen as a blessing to prevent the worst, but it's a curse because it means you only stay as you are while everything else changes.

Just some food for thought!