#damnit vee

[glamorous-glisten]

Do you realized Shelly would actually sob if she saw this image

[heretherebedork]

Another thing Vee really being Vad is how San and Third are fighting fit his love? Doesn’t it seem obvious? My lord…

I mean, it does follow. But also, like, it's about how Wadfah is here to manipulate him and how San made the choice just like he did originally and he's always been willing to sacrifice himself for love and this is just another moment and another example of that. This is about San sacrificing for love because that has never changed for him.

San and Third are fighting, yes, but in this case Third is honorable and San started as the one just trying to force them apart. It's just such a beautiful reflection of what happened in the past and what's happening in the present.

Because Wad sacrificed her life for San and now Vee is sacrificing his love to save San and in the full circle moment San is sacrificing his life for the love of Vee. It's the circle of life and death, reincarnation and rebirth, love and hate, everything comes around again.

[some-bunniii]

My Charming Red Savior [1]

・❥ You’re harassed by a man following you down the street. Luckily, a rather smiley demon swoops in and claims to be your husband.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

x: no use of y/n. i said this was going to be short and I lied, it’s about 6k words.

warnings: mild swearing

Warning! Battery at 1%! Device will power down in 3..

You stared down at the phone in your hands as the message lit up on the screen. Eyes widening, you quickly tapped the screen, trying to bypass the pop-up and get another glimpse at the digital map you were using. 

2…

“Hold on now! Just let me see where I'm going, please!” You begged the small device, your grip tightening around it as you tried to figure out what direction you needed to go. 

1..

You peered around the small pop-up. Okay.. Pete Ave was that way, which meant you needed to take a right after the stoplight and go-

Device powering down! Have a nice day :) 

“Damnit!” You growled as the screen flashed once, and then faded to black. You squeezed your eyes shut, face lifted to the sky as you took a deep breath to center yourself.

“Move it, won’t ya?” A demon woman chastised as she hurried around you. Lowering your head, you realized you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, your spot interrupting the flow of pedestrian traffic. Quickly, you backpedaled until your back hit a brick wall of a building. 

It was getting late in Pentagram City, and that meant you needed to hurry to get to your friend's place before the worst inhabitants of Hell came crawling out. 

She had just gotten married and moved into a rather quaint little home, and you were very happy for her. You had not seen it yet, just in pictures she had shown you on her phone and the one time you drove past it.

“Oh, pleaseeee won’t you come over tonight? I can’t wait to show you all the renovations we’ve done! It looks so much better since we bought it.” She had begged over the phone that afternoon. 

You had stood there, your nails clicking against the countertop in your kitchen as you thought. You had nothing important going on, just some light cleaning and shopping. What was the harm in going over there and visiting? 

“Okay, sure. Yeah, I can come over.” You finally spoke.

“Ahh! I’m so excited, we’ll have a big dinner and everything. I can even rent a movie for us to watch, what are you into again? Those sappy romance flicks?”

“Whatever you want to watch, it’s your milestone we’re celebrating. I’m not the one picking.” 

“Geez, you know how hard it is for me to decide things like that! But, i’ll do it. Oh! Before I forget, could you stop by the store on your way and get some Cajun seasoning? It’s for the meal!” 

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.” You had told her, before hanging up. Eyes moving to the clock, you realized you two hours before needing to arrive. Which meant you had to get moving on those dishes and errands. 

It didn’t take long before you were out the door. Wearing a nice outfit and new shoes, you strolled down the street. The digital map on your phone guiding you across the city as you moved.

Being so close to the city center, you didn’t have a personal vehicle. Instead, you took public transport all the way past the Entertainment District, your eyes gazing up at the rather tall VoxTek building as the bus sped by. 

You didn’t know much about the Vees, other than they were very powerful Overlords with a lot of influence in the media industry. In fact, you didn’t know much about Overlords at all. Were they nasty demons? They must be, if they bartered in souls.

But there had to be better ones, right? You knew of the cannibal, Rosie, and despite her, well.. dietary choices, she seemed to be a rather motherly and courteous demon. In such a way that the residents of Cannibal Town held very high regards for her, which proved her ability to lead in a just manner. She couldn’t be the only one with a more ethical moral code.

Your mind lingered on that train of thought, before you were pulled back into reality by the bus driver’s call for your stop. Quickly, you had hurried out of the vehicle, before continuing your directed path forward.

You arrived at the large storefront, a cozy cottage-like building that whispered of deliciousness as the scents of spices and other meal-making goods wafted through the open door. 

Taking a step inside, you quickly darted through the aisles, searching for the Cajun seasoning. What was your friend making tonight? You weren’t too familiar with these kinds of ingredients. Hopefully, it was going to be tasty.

When you found it, you turned it in your hands, inspecting the product. Yep, you’ve never seen this before in your life. 

After paying for the item, you quickly departed. Your next destination set on your phone.. but not for long.

Just a few more blocks, and you’d have been welcomed by the two love-birds with open arms. A nice, hot meal and a good movie to finish the night. 

Except, how were you supposed to get there now?!

Your phone was useless, and the digital displays around you showed nothing but advertisements and the latest news. 

Frantically, you looked around for any familiar landmarks, hoping to rely on your memory to guide you. But the streets of Pentagram City, with their twisting alleys and repetitive buildings, all looked eerily similar in the dimming red light of dusk.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you tried to recall the route from memory. Pete Avenue, right after the stoplight, then… was it a left or a right at the next intersection? You berated yourself for not doing a better job at memorizing the way before you left.

Turning, you raised a fist at the VoxTek HQ building, cursing them for your suffering. Stupid technology and their shitty battery life.

Slowly, you started walking again. Past the neon signs beckoning you to take a glance at what they had to offer, past the girls on the corner who were calling out to you to come have a ‘good time’.

Sometimes, you wished you had someone else to lend a hand at times like these. But, your heart and your home were unimaginably lonely when it came to a romantic partner. It was something that others around you couldn’t stop pestering you about.

“You really need to get out more,” another friend of yours had said one day, while you two dined at a cafe, “there’s this new dating app, called ‘Ozzie’s Love Link’. Everybody is buzzing about it. You should totally give it a whirl!” 

You had rolled your eyes at her suggestion, a dating app? Those things were practically a fraud. The demons on there either wanted sex, or their idea of a relationship was twisted and foul. You even had heard stories of people playing into sick traps of the perfect first meet, only to be murdered and left in an alley to rot.

“I want something real, not some.. temporary escape. Have you ever met anyone that’s actually found ‘The One’ through one of those things? And, who knows, maybe the demon of my dreams will just walk right into me one day.” 

She had laughed at your words, holding a hand to her mouth to contain her giggles.

“Oh, you. You’re still hanging on to those silly stories of a Prince Charming, hm? C’mon now, this is the real world. Nobody is going to swoop in and save you, and then fall hopelessly in love with you. That's a fairy tale. You need to put in the effort.”

You shrugged. Maybe, she was right. Maybe, those stories you had digested were just fairy tales, meant to enrapture you with promises of the perfect life. You were in Hell, after all.

‘She just doesn’t understand,’ you reminded yourself, ‘all her relationships have been toxic. She doesn’t know any better.’

You weren’t going to let her judgments get to you, you could live your life however you wanted, with whatever dreams you chose.

As you walked down the bustling streets, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if unseen eyes followed your every move, sending shivers down your spine. 

‘Stop freaking out,’ you told yourself, ‘it’s just your imagination, there’s people all around you. They have their own lives, they’re not watching you.’

Nearing the curb to an intersection, you glanced up at the street sign. Pete Avenue, finally. Now, think. Left? 

Looking left, you peer down the rows of strip clubs and bars. The crowds only got bigger from there, and there seemed to be no residential streets. You turned your head to the right, and it began to branch out into more domesticated buildings and neighborhoods. The farther your gaze traveled, the quieter the sidewalks became.

So, right it is. 

You turned the corner of the block and kept moving, your pace quickening as you checked a large digital clock on the side of a building. It was getting closer to the time you had promised to be there.

But, now where were you supposed to go? You turned your head, until your gaze landed on a small imp standing near an alley, a cigarette between his lips. 

Walking forward, you raised your hand up in greeting. “Excuse me, do you know where Magdalene Drive is, by any chance? I’ve just gotten a little turned around and would greatly appreciate some guidance.” 

The imp regarded you for a moment, his eyes squinted in thought. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled a large breath. A plume of gray smoke vented from his lips, and he coughed harshly.

“Yeah, I do. You see that big statue over there?” He pointed to your left, the cigarette hanging between his fingers.

Turning your head, you leaned slightly backwards. Off in the distance, a large marble statue depicting an unknown owl demon practically glowed against the darker backdrop. It seemed to hold resemblance to an Ars Goetia family member, but you couldn’t put a finger on who. 

“Right when you pass it, take a left. Go two blocks straight, then take another left. One more block, and another right, and you’re on Magdalene Drive.” 

Jeez, that was a lot of directions thrown at you in one sitting. Not wanting to pester the man any further, you waved a thanks and walked away.

How far have you come, exactly? You turned your head behind you, looking down the sidewalk of where you had just come from. Something flickered in your peripheral vision, a dark figure skirting from your gaze. Was someone watching you? 

You shook your head. No, it’s just your imagination. Keep moving.

Slowly, you turned back and started walking. The sidewalks were practically empty now, the glow from the street lamps above you illuminating your path as you strolled up the large statue. 

Twisting your head to get a better look at it, your gaze skimmed across the royal figure. The owl-demon was staring up at the sky, one arm raised with what seemed to be a ball of energy in his grasp. Swirls of gold marble laced the pearly white sphere. He was holding up, like it was an offering to Heaven. 

Maybe, you’d come back later and take a look at the plaque below the statue. There had to be some significance, although you didn’t see yourself as a master of the fine-arts to te-

Crunch

What was that? That sounded like someone crushing a twig beneath their feet. You twisted to face behind you, and saw nothing once more. 

‘Alright, this is getting a little freaky.’

You weren’t going to stop now though, you didn’t want any potential onlookers seeing you stalking the perimeter like a weirdo simply because your paranoia was having you hallucinate things.

Keeping your pace, you took a sharp left on the corner and continued down. How many blocks did that guy say? Two, if you could recall correctly.

That’s how many blocks you traveled, before stopping in your tracks. Which way did he say to go? Right? Left? 

You rubbed your face with a hand, why did you suck so badly with directions?! If only you had charged your phone before you left, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. 

Turning your head, you tried to figure out which way could be the correct one. There was nothing, though. It didn’t remind you of anything you’d seen when you had driven past her house. 

“Hey, you lost?” A gravelly voice came from behind you. Eyes widened, you spun on your heel to face the stranger. He was tall, much taller than you. He sported scars running across his face, one eye half-lidded permanently from some kind of nasty wound. 

He sported a dark leather jacket, with a thin sweater underneath. His hoodie was up, masking most of his features like a shadow. His skin was a dark red, and his eyes were a pale yellow. He seemed to be a Succubus demon, being too large for an imp.

There was no kindness in his tone or in his smile. Your brain screamed danger, you needed to get away from him. Quickly, you shook your head, trying to give him a well-meaning smile. 

“No, i’m not! I’m just uhh- waiting for someone, they’ll be here soon anyway.” 

“People that aren’t lost usually don’t ask strangers on the street for directions,” he chuckled darkly, “why don’t you tell me where you’re trying to go? I can give you a lift.” 

As he closed in, you could smell the bitter taste of alcohol on his breath. You had to steel yourself not to recoil at his looming figure. Widening your smile, you attempted to not display any fear as he got closer.

“No, thank you. I would hate to bother you, my.. partner should be here soon, so you can continue on with your day!” 

“Don’t you know this place ain’t safe for sweet dolls like you to be roaming alone? C’mon, let me take you to where i’m parked, i’m sure you’ll enjoy my company.”

You quickly stepped backwards, trying to widen the distance from this creep. It wasn’t until your back hit the wall of an abandoned storefront, did you realize you were trapped. 

“I said no. I’m not some damsel in distress. Now, if you can excuse me, I need to keep going before it gets too late.” 

You turned away from him, trying to break any kind of contact with the demon. Maybe if you kept your cool, he’d abandon his little mission.

That was until you felt his hand snake around your wrist, his grip tightening and pulling you to face him. In your state of shock, you dropped the bag containing the Cajun seasoning. You tried to tug your wrist free, but his yellow nails were practically digging into your skin, preventing your escape.

“What’s the rush, Doll? Scared i’m gonna bite or something? Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna harm you. I just want to show you a good time.”

Your eyes narrowed, gaze heated at the stranger. You frowned, glimpsing at his hand on your wrist in disgust.

“What are you doing? I don’t want anything to do with you, now let go of m-!” 

“There you are, my dear!” A masculine voice exclaimed next to you. You felt the creep’s grip on your wrist loosen suddenly. His hand yanked away by another, and your gaze traced the light touch of unknown dark-red fingers gently taking your hand instead.

You snapped your head to the unfamiliar voice, taking in the sight of a second demon standing right besides you, a large grin on his face. He was tall, and he stood a little bit higher than the creep in front of you. His hair was styled in a cropped, angled bob, with an odd pinkish-red shade. Two small antlers protruded from the top of his head, and were those.. ears next to them too?

He was dressed rather formally, with a red pin-stripe coat adorned with a large black bow-tie. Over his right eye, you took note of the small oval-shaped monocle. He held a cane, with an odd looking end. The small oval in the center of it reminded you of an eye. He looked very dapper, like he was from a much older era. 

His gaze was soft, as he looked at you. It wasn’t until his eyes snapped to the stranger in front did they take on a cold, dark glare. That smile never faltered, though. 

Who was this guy? Why was he touching you? You felt the need to tear your hand from his grip as well.

Except, when he turned back to you, his eyes sent you a hidden message. Something like, ‘Go along with it, if you want to get rid of him.’

Seeing as you were stuck between two strange demons, with no idea what this new guy had in store for you, maybe it was a good idea to follow his silent command. Your hand went limp in his grip, and the deer demon raised it to his chest, patting it lovingly.

“Goodness, I leave for ten minutes to go pick up your favorite herbal tea and poof, gone! You are a slippery one, my sweet.” Static dripped from his voice, seemingly connected to the cane at his side. Was it some kind of microphone?

“Who are you?” The stalker questioned, backing up a step as he regarded the new face.

The red demon laughed, an audible ‘ha ha’, as if the creep just told a rather good joke. He extended his free hand in greeting, and the succubus only eyed the gesture with suspicion.

“The name is Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir, quite a pleasure. It’s rare for people these days to not recognize my face, although i’m sure it’ll become familiar soon enough.” 

That ‘soon enough’ sounded quite ominous to you. And, was he some kind of celebrity or something? You didn’t remember him from anywhere. 

“Well, do you mind? Me and the lady were in the middle of a conversation.” The succubus retorted, a slight growl in his tone. 

“The better question is, do you mind, my good sir! Here I am, searching for my dear wife, only to see you bothering her on the corner!” 

Wait a second, did this guy just call you his wife? You stood there, shocked, as you listened to the two bicker. Never would you think you’d hear that uttered from a man. 

“Not only that, but touching her without her consent? My word, what degenerate behavior!” The demon, Alastor, continued. He shook his head in disapproval, an audible tsk-tsk coming from his lips.

“There was no harm in it, we were only having some fun. Ain’t that right, Doll?” The stalker turned to you, fire in his gaze as if daring you to speak.

You shook your head, your gaze snapping to Alastor. He watched you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the succubus.

“It seems your mother neglected to instill in you even a modicum of respect. If my wife weren’t here to witness, I'd be more than obligated to educate you on proper decorum.”

Something flickered in the creep’s eyes, and for a moment he looked almost afraid. After a moment, He sneered, eyeing you up and down. "I don't see a ring on her finger."

Alastor smirked, and gently lifted your hand forward for the demon to get a look at. His grin was that of triumph, as though he was showcasing a prized possession. 

Your eyes widened at the sight, a gasp almost escaping your lips. On your finger, was a small gold ring. It was snuggled nicely around your digit, a perfect fit. 

The Succubus leaned in, and so did you. Where the hell did that come from? That was not there a few minutes ago! 

On closer inspection, you noticed something about the small band. Engraved in a tiny rose-gold font, was a single letter.

A.

"There, now do you see?" Alastor's grin widened, his demeanor playful yet menacing. His eyes narrowed, as he waited for the demon's response. You felt the air crackle with some kind of energy, it was dark and cold. The hair on the back of your neck began to stand on its end, like static. Which one of the demons was doing that?

The stalker’s expression shifted from arrogance to confusion, then to frustration. He furrowed his brow, studying the ring intently as if searching for some kind of flaw.

Was he going to try and argue? The proof was there, albeit fabricated. Alastor dropped your hand, and instead snaked his arm around yours, locking you in place. 

There was no argument didn’t, instead, the succubus took another step back. The demon straightened himself and shrugged, like the scene before him was not a bother, like his filthy plan wasn’t thwarted by the appearance of the powerful deer man. 

“Whatever, I ain’t got time for this anyway. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Lovebirds.”

As the man turned away, Alastor’s grin widened as he nodded his head. “Farewell, and may your endeavors be as futile as your manners!”

He turned to you, that dark look gone from his eyes as he gently tugged at your arm, still laced with his. “Now, my dear, shall we continue on our evening stroll?” 

You nodded slowly, and together, the two of you turned away from the creep and began to walk. You had only made it a few steps before you heard the soft knocking of Alastor’s staff hitting the cement walkway. What was he doing?

Behind you, a strangled cry filled the silence, before a loud thump hit your ears. You jolted at the sound, did something just happen? It sounded like someone got hurt! 

Right as you were about to turn your head to look at where the noises had emanated from, Alastor’s head snapped to you and you felt another gentle tug on your arm to turn your attention back to him.

You looked up at him, a smile forming on your lips as your nerves settled. “Thank you, for saving me, kind sir. I could have been a goner.” 

“It was no trouble at all my dear, and please, call me Alastor. I was simply in the neighborhood and couldn’t just stand by and let that rapscallion manhandle you like that! Now, where are we off to, if I might ask?” 

“Oh, well, Magdalene Drive! It’s a house right at the end of a street, my friend's place actually. She’s expecting me for dinner, that’s why I have this bag of…”

You became suddenly aware of the empty feeling in your hand. Did you forget to pick up the seasoning after you dropped it?! You groaned internally, your head hung in defeat. After all that, you didn’t have the one item you had taken this route to get. 

Alastor raised an eyebrow at your reaction, and you quickly explained, “I needed to get Cajun seasoning for the meal they are making, but I dropped it when that.. man was harassing me! I’m terribly sorry, I have to go back and get it.” 

Alastor only smiled, as usual, and shook his head. He waved his hand in a sweeping motion, brushing off your attempt to turn around.

“Nonsense! We don’t need to bother that poor soul any longer. Here, let me give you one from my personal collection!” 

He lifted his free hand, and snapped his fingers. In a flicker of green light, a small spice jar landed in his palm. Your eyes widened, an amused smile gracing your lips as you watched the little trick. That was pretty cool. Was that the same kind of magic he used to secretly place the ring on your finger? 

“Here you are! The best Cajun seasoning you can find in Pentagram City, my personal favorite. I was going to use it for something special, but it seems you are in need of it more than I.”

He lifted his hand toward you, and you took it gratefully. Lifting it to your nose, you inhaled deeply. It was an odd scent, one you couldn’t quite place, but it smelled quite delicious.

“Not many dishes require such flavoring, what is the meal you are having tonight?”

You shrugged, “I'm not really sure, to be honest. She didn’t say.” 

“Hm, a pity. Have you ever tried Jambalaya? It is a rather magnificent dish, my personal favorite actually! My mother was quite the cook, indeed, and her craft would never miss when producing such delicacies.”

“No, I've never tried it before. What does it taste like?”

“It is hard to put a description on it. It’s almost like.. fireworkings popping off in your mouth! Ha ha, that is a good way to put it. You really must try it sometime.” 

You smiled at Alastor as you listened to his words. Perhaps, you would.

“What got you into this pickle, anyway? Surely you didn’t actually feel like taking a stroll so late in the evening, hm?” He questioned as the two of you continued your pace, “a pretty face like yours will cause quite the stir amongst the filthy rats that like to inhabit this place.”

“Oh, well, I was using my phone for directions. It died on the way here, unfortunately I'm not familiar with this area and couldn’t find my way forward.”

His words finally processed in your brain. Did he just call you pretty? You didn’t get to think about that for much longer as his static-laced voice filled the air once more.

“Ah, of course. This new.. modern technology is nothing short of a fraud, if I do say. What ever happened to the old fashioned paper map? If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be so reliant on such faulty equipment.”

“Is that what your staff is? It looks like a microphone.” You said, pointing to the cane in his other hand.

Alastor glanced down to his cane, and then back to you. “Aha, a clever one indeed! Yes, my dear, I use it for my radio broadcasts!”

You perked at that. Radio? You had one of your own at home. Although it was quite dusty, you did occasionally turn it on to see what latest hits were circling around in the music industry.

“You do radio? That’s actually kind of interesting! Do you have a big audience?”

“Yes, indeed! Back when I was at my highest with it, I had many listeners. Unfortunately, my absence from Pentagram City has led to other forms taking the spotlight. I plan on rectifying that once I've settled in. Perhaps, you could listen in as well to see what I have to offer?”

You nodded at that, perhaps, you would listen in. He had a nice, pleasant voice. It felt like you could sit there for hours and just listen to him speak. Even if the words that came from his mouth was nothing but gibberish, you’d still let his voice drown out your thoughts.

“What about you?” The static dripping from his voice causes you to turn your head, “what do you do for a living?” 

“Oh, well, I work at a men’s formalwear store. So, like tuxedos, dress shirts, and all that jazz. I help assist with fittings and greet guests, basically the doorgirl. Nothing too important.” 

His ears perked slightly as he listened, and he turned his head to you. “Well, isn’t that interesting! Just recently, I had an awfully rude encounter with another demon, who had torn a piece of my suit. That slippery little serpent got away before I could.. question him about his antics.” 

“That’s awful! Who was it?” 

Alastor chuckled, rolling his eyes as he recalled the event. “Oh, nobody of importance, I assure you. Just some pretentious upstart fancying himself as an Overlord, with a knack for building rather ghastly creations of destruction. Since that encounter, I've been in the market for a fresh look. If a place of formal employs such splendid characters like you, I think it would be in my best interest to take a look in your establishment for a new coat”

Your eyes widened, he wanted to buy a new suit at your work because.. you were there? How charming.

Taking another glance at him, you realized he was rather good-looking. His red hair popped out against his much paler skin, it shined against the streetlights above. It looked rather silky and smooth, like you could comb them with your fingers and not find a single knot. 

And those ears? They were pretty cute, actually. They stuck up from his head, and every so often they would twitch or shrivel in the direction of sudden noises. They seemed so soft too, would they feel as good as they looked if you were to squish them between your fingers?

He was a well-mannered gentleman, a pretty rare specimen in Hell. Not only that, but he stepped in to defend you from that creep when he could have simply walked by. He didn’t, and that made your cheeks heat up. Especially with the fact he called you his wife, instead of something simpler like ‘friend’.

What about when he called you pretty? Did he actually mean that? You never regarded yourself as such, but if Alastor thought that, maybe you cou-

“Is this the house?” Alastor’s words pulled you back into reality. You blinked, before looking up at the pale blue cottage snuggled nicely between two large Victorian homes. The talks you were having must have kept you from noticing the large distance.

“Yes! This is the place!” You exclaimed happily, finally, you were here. You turned to him, before looking down at your arm, still laced with his. Slowly, you pulled your arm free. The cold that replaced his touch was unwelcomed. Which felt odd to you, why did you want him touching you still? 

You had only just met him, but perhaps his way of speaking and heroics swooned you enough to miss the warmth of his grasp. Lifting your head to meet his gaze, you tried to see what he was thinking behind that constant smile. 

His eyes were unreadable, but the cold stare he had given the succubus, and to the other onlookers that you had occasionally passed was missing as he looked at you. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, one that was meaningful and true.

“Well, I'm glad I could assist you in finding your way home, my dear. I quite enjoyed our chat, it is refreshing to hear from a new face once in a while. Especially one as eloquent as yours.”

You had to keep yourself from visibly blushing. He really was a gentleman in all regards. You bowed your head respectfully, before meeting his gaze again.

“The only reason why I'm here is because of you, Alastor. Thank you, and I do hope to run into you in the future. Our conversation was very interesting, I'd love to hear more of it sometime.”

He tilted his head at you, as he regarded your words. “Indeed, perhaps we will. Maybe, the next time we cross paths, I can give you a glimpse into my mothers recipe of Jambalaya. I’m sure your friend would be interested in trying something new the next time you sit down for dinner.”

You smiled at him, before waving goodbye. Turning towards the door you lightly rapped your knuckles against its wooden frame. It was then that you realized you never properly introduce yourself.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I never got to tell you, my name is-”

The words halted in your mouth, as you found the space in front of you empty. Alastor had vanished, not a single trace of his presence remained.

He was gone already? Damn, that guy moved quickly. Maybe, he was just a hallucination, a dream too good to be true. You stood there for a moment, before closing your mouth in thought.

Suddenly, the front door was flung open and a hand reached out and grasped your top. You turned your head just as you were yanked inside. Before you had time to blink, the door was slammed shut behind you. The window near it was shielded by curtains in seconds.

In front of you, your friend stood there. She was breathing heavily, a hand to her heart as if she just witnessed the scariest thing in her life. She quickly held your shoulders, scanning your body for any injuries.

“Oh my gosh! You’re lucky I pulled you in here quickly,” She exhaled a breath to calm her nerves, “You could have been that guy’s next meal!” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, an eyebrow raised at her strange demeanor.

“Alastor! The Radio Demon! Y’know, the guy that murdered all those overlords years ago?” 

You raised an eyebrow as her words settled in your head. That demon was the Radio Demon? No way! He was such a gentleman, and rather pleasant too! 

“You’re kidding.” 

“I’m not! I don’t know what happened between the two of you, hopefully not a deal, but you need to stay away from him. He’s nothing but a bad omen!” 

You smiled, shaking your head at her antics. She was just being silly, Alastor saved you from potentially being kidnapped. You doubted he’d lay a finger on you in a harmful manner.

“Well, I brought that seasoning. Why don’t we go take a tour of the place, hm?” You said, pulling her away from the doorway and down the hall.

She nodded, her face lighting up instantly. “Yes, a great idea! I can’t wait to show you the kitchen, we replaced practically everything. The flooring is a beautiful marble tile and…“

She trailed off as her gaze shot to your hand, her eyes widening at the sight. Quickly, she grasped it, and pulled it closer to inspect it. You tensed, what was she doing?

“..what is that on your finger? I didn’t know you wore this kind of jewelry!” 

Following her gaze, you turned your hand slightly to see what she was so enthralled about, and your eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight.

Still perfectly snug on your finger, was that gold ring Alastor had magically placed on you. You assumed that it would have dissolved or vanished when he left, but that small A still glimmered in the overhead light.

“I’ll explain it over dinner.” You simply replied, pulling your hand out of her grip and beginning to walk further into the house. 

Your eyes kept landing on the golden band, though. Alastor not far from your mind as you listened to your friend fill you in on all the renovations. It was quite pretty, and it seemed to look great on you. For a moment, a rather odd thought crossed your mind, causing your cheeks to heat as you lamented over it. 

Would it be so bad if you just.. kept it on? 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

woah, first fic of Alastor! I thought he’d be the perfect guy for this scenario. i wrote the reader as sort of a hopeless romantic bc it’s the complete opposite of al and i thought it was funny

EDIT: Part 2 is coming!!

lmk what you think! :)

[doodler16]

I was being serious last time about how masochistic yall are about loona, Val and stolas! Stolas isn't perfect but we all know he hasbeen trying! Stolas has been there for vi from the start of the first episode we see them in. Thy bond in the first episode we see too and we can sense their love. We see them at loo loo land hanging out while vias still mad at Stella for being a pos. The real reason why she was upset was not because of stolas bur because of Stella and we see that play put in the second ep. We see her frustration towards her mother. But deep down hides it for the most part and pretends to be mad at stolas. In the series we see them struggle because of Stella who created a broken home for via and ruined stolass life. We know that via is hurting and she eventually snaps at stolas even though he was the only good thing to come out of her life. He was there when she was a chick. He was there in her teen years and as an egg, he was there as an older teen nearing adulthood around the corner. We know via loves stolas but it's Stella's fault for blinding her into mistakenly hating her father stolas. I liked when loona gave via advice. Loona was never abusive? Exactly when and where? and how? Huh? What? Where is that proof you crirics seem to have? She struggles sure but she doesn't mean it or its just jokes oure and simple. I dont know why sooo many people say that it was a terrible god awful message about stolas trying. Is that not the truth? Loona is the voice of reason and the one who knows about stolas and vias life. 8 dont think she got sidelined personally i think Viv is just cooking up an arc behind the scenes in the series. But anyway she knows stolas, Based on the fact she knows WHO? BLITZ !!! Youd know this if you went back and watched the show. She knows stolas and everything about him through her dad. She is good to her dad and i liked to see her written the way she was because we see her feel for via and stolas. You should know this??? Loona is the brian griffin of the show I don't give af what anyone says and blitzo is the stewie of the show. Honestly go ahead and prove me wrong on that particular part of family guy. Bet you dont have much of an argument. It makes sense in their dynamic to be written like the griffins and strongly bonded relationship arcs. I like that Vivziepop wrote these arcs because of the fact she wanted to tell a complicated and complex story and we all love that about her. She is a creative genius who took inspiration from south park, family guy and bojack horsemen and all of this powerful artist writing and talent went into the show with its beautiful directing. She is my idol and had been from the start. It broke my heart to see that moment and heartwrenching scene where she let go and went straight to her abusers Andre and Stella. And she walks away while stolas breaks down and cries for her in the most meaningful way possible. You'd know all this information if you juat gave Vivziepop a chance and watched both seasons all over again. But I guess thats too much for you and that laziness ain't going to get you anywhere on life. Honestly you should watch it again. Skip hazbin hotel until I get to Val but man is that a Lot of information you just either forgot or just probably missed out on. Valentino is a pimp and he's meant to be a lovable adorable kind of pimp that's funny asf. His voice direction is fantastic. He knows how to deliver lines like a true villain of the darkness. He's masculine but more feminine like a gay man of the night. While he does hit Valentino ita angel who went to Val. Or Val found him. I can't say for certain you'd just have to watch the show God Damnit! We see in the addict video that he is sinister and should be taken seriously as a threat in hell as an overlord. He's supposed to be ruthless in who he is. But he gets cut slack because he can be sympathetic or nice to people around him. I mean look at his relationship with the vees. He gets along with them just fine and is one of the main vessels to the vees entire existence.

Rage-bait Anon, is that you? 😫 You actually made a response. Jokes aside, I’m glad you said more stuff because this I can work with. I’m going to divide your arguments into character sections to make things easier.

Stolas:

- Octavia wasn’t mad at Stella, she was mad at Stolas. In “Loo loo Land” Stolas is the one consistently getting called out by Octavia for ruining their home life. They had an entire conversation about it near the end of the episode.

- “I dont know why sooo many people say that it was a terrible god awful message about Stolas trying.” Because he doesn’t actually put in the effort to be there for Octavia or change. He practically forgets her. In “Seeing Stars” Stolas was more busy with his side adventure with Blitzø and flirting with him. It’s also funny because Stolas could’ve called Octavia or used said tracker on his phone to look for Octavia.

- If he was actually trying to be a better father figure, Stolas would actually acknowledge that he is the problem and make sweeping changes to avoid the same problem from happening.

- “Loo Loo Land” and “Seeing Stars” are practically the same episodes regarding Stolas/Octavia’s conflict with a different code of paint. How many times will Stolas learn not to repeat his mistakes and actually be there for his daughter? How many chances do we the audience and Octavia have to give Stolas for him to learn anything.

- Octavia was right for cutting him off. Actions have consequences and Stolas needs to realize that. Along with making sweeping changes regarding his behavior in general. Stella and Andrealphus in their own ways suck as guardians because of how neglectful they are. And, I hope she ditches them both and moves out.

Loona

- Loona was abusive in “Seeing Stars.” In 2:35, Loona throws knifes and daggers at Blitzø. Blitzø is consistently running away from Loona as she is chasing him with inanimate objects like the water cooler and successfully threw it at his face (which obviously hurts him as he tears up).

- In 2:44, Loona tackles Blitzø, hitting him repeatedly with a painting. He successfully escapes and hides behind the couch where Millie and Moxxie are sitting, this is abuse. At the end of the episode, she kicks Blitzø in the balls for no reason even after she makes a speech about how much dads are trying their best.

- Imagine if Blitzø was doing this to his own daughter. Would you still think this is a joke? “Loona is the voice of reason and the one who knows about stolas and vias life.” Loona doesn’t know the full story about Stolas and Octavia’s life otherwise she would’ve said more. Loona doesn’t know that Stolas was in an arranged marriage, she doesn’t know that Stella is physically abusive towards Stolas, etc.

- All Loona knows is that Stolas and his grimoire was their only source to the human world in season 1. In season 2, Loona literally referred to Stolas as a “meal ticket.” 🤣 You would think if Loona knew more about Stolas she wouldn’t refer to him as a “meal ticket.”

- “I think Viv is cooking up an arc behind the scenes.” I hope so, we are going to be on season 3 and we haven’t gotten much Loona content. Once season 3 and 4 of Helluva Boss is done I’ll gladly rewatch the show and take notes.

Valentino:

- If Valentino was a normal, average goofy run of the mill villain where the audience is not supposed to take seriously then I would get it. But the problem is that Valentino is a rapist personified. Him being charming and charismatic is one thing but being goofy and quirky is very tone deaf on Vivziepop and the writers’ side.

- Just because Angel Dust allegedly went to him doesn’t give Valentino the right to physically abuse or rape him. At the moment we don’t know how Valentino and Angel Dust even met in the first place, we only know that Angel Dust is a slave to Valentino. Either way, when their origin story comes out we can argue about that another day.

- I do get the appeal with Valentino’s voice. Joel Perez is a talented actor and singer, he does the best work he can with the goofy lines given to him. Luckily, I’m not picky so I immediately got used to his voice. I personally prefer Paranoid DJ as Valentino but at the end of the day it’s a personal preference/opinion.

- “But he gets cut slack because he can be sympathetic or nice to people around him.” 😭 There is so much wrong with this sentence. A rapist should never be portrayed as sympathetic or misunderstood. Also Valentino 99% of the time isn’t nice. He throws a tantrum mostly everywhere he goes including to Vox in episode 2.

Vivziepop:

“She is a creative genius who took inspiration from south park, family guy and bojack horsemen and all of this powerful artist writing and talent went into the show with its beautiful directing. She is my idol and had been from the start.” Vivziepop is absolutely a creative person. Oh, she’s your idol. Neat!

Bonus:

I assume this is you? I could be mistaken, if not I apologize in advance. Otherwise, here’s my response do whatever you want with it Anon.

[dandysworldaskthetoons]

Dear twisted Vee and twisted Astro,

STOP GANGING UP ON ME DAMNIT. MY STAMINA IS FILING A RESTRAINING ORDER.

— Astro & Vee

[thousand-winters]

I LOVE ALL OF THIS, YOU'RE SO SO RIGHT

Because I think Luz can probably still do magic with Stringbean but... a big part of her identity as a witch was the glyphs, she figured that out, she showed everybody that was her own way, the human way, to be a witch and everyone respects her now but the Titan and the glyphs are gone and it's not the same. She loved the Isles and the Isles loved her back and that's how she could obtain the glyphs and it's easier for everybody else to move on, but for her, this was a main part of her identity, what made her belong, what kept her safe, ultimately what brought her back to life.

And it's just gone.

She has support and it'll probably be easier on her in the sense she won't fall down on a lone spiral like in Thanks to them, but it's going to take time for her to be okay with this, especially with the glyphs not returning in any way and her having to get used to using Stringbean. She loves Stringbean! But it's not the same.

ALSO HARD AGREE ON DARIUS LEADING THE REBUILDING AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF HUNTER AND HIM COMPILING WILD MAGIC KNOWLEDGE TOGETHER!!! I like to think Lilith joins them too and that's how she starts mending her relationship with Hunter!!!

anyone else ever think about hunter and vee hating and feeling uncomfortable about their birthdays or is it just me.

...like the both of them refusing to announce or talk about them because of why they were created in the beginning and feeling guilt or distain over it. or not even KNOWING the exact day but having a rough estimate being told to them.

[calicocatsarecute]

Hello again! Ik I already hav sent you a request, and you don't have to do this if you don't feel like it, but I had anidea and I thought I'd share it with you, since you are a lee!velvette fan!

So how abt when Val and Vox firstly adopted Velvette, she was being cheeky and a brat, so the to boys decided to teacher her a lesson by tickling her?

Again, you don't have to do it, especially since I already have sent you a request before!

N☁️ anon

Since I’ve gotten three requests for another lee! Velvette, I’m doing another one! This honestly makes me so happy because Velvette is one of my favorites and she needs more love! Anyways Enjoy!

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Vox and Valentino had just brought a new sinner into their group. She had recently just died and died very young. Her name was Velvette, and boy was she a handful.

“DAMNIT! You’re supposed to be MY models! You listen to ME!” Velvette was currently screaming at her models, for whatever reason.

The other two Vees were sitting in their lounge. They were unable to tune out the girl’s yelling, making them wonder how loud she was actually yelling. The yelling went on for what seemed like forever… until it finally came to a stop. After a while of the silence, Velvette had joined the two boys in the lounge.

“What was all that screaming about Velvette dear?” Valentino asked cocking his head a bit. They were both a bit concerned.

If looks could kill, Valentino would be double dead. They both jumped a bit when she slammed her phone on the table.

“THOSE SINNERS THAT I CALL WORKERS CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! THEY’RE LOUSY, LAZY AND DON’T FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS! I AM SOOO DONE WITH EVERYTHING!” Again, she was being overly dramatic.

She was, what some would call, a “brat” even. Vox was beginning to lose his temper. His screen was starting to heat up, and his eyes went crazy.

“Velvette calm down! This isn’t something to get worked up about.” Vox tried to reason with her, but it backfired terribly.

“CALM DOWN!?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME!? I’M NOT GONNA CALM DOWN!” Velvette pretty much screamed in the TV’s face.

“WHEN I TELL YOU TO CALM DOWN, YOU DO IT!” Vox lost it, he yelled back almost as loud.

“I DO WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT! YOU HEAR ME?!” Velvette said, her face going red.

“VELVETTE YOU ARE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME-?” Vox stopped mid-threat when the girl squeaked.

The room went dead silent as everyone stared at the girl. Box noticed his hands were cupping her ribs. He squeezed her ribs gently, his face lighting up when the girl jumped. Vox and Val looked at each other and smirked. Vox,bringing Velvette with him, sat down so they could get more comfortable.

Velvette’s head was already spinning, she knew what was about to happen.

“You wanna keep being a brat Velvette? We’ll treat like one.” Val said as he started scribbling against her sides.

“Pfftt, ahahaha! Dohohohon’t dohohoho thaha-Aha! Vohox! Nohohot yohou tohoho!” Velvette was already giggling out madly. She was deathly ticklish as a human, and still is as a sinner.

“Looks like someone’s ticklish!~” Vox teased the girl, while raking his claws up and down her ribs.

“Stahahahap! Bohohohoth ohohof yohou!”

“Aaww, but you’re just sooo cute and adorable! Our adorable little brat.” Valentino said, migrating to her stomach.

They knew that they had just hit a terrible spot when the girl started bucking.

“S-STAHAHAHAP! GEHEHET AHAHAWAHAY!” She was kicking her legs wildly around at this point.

“Come on Velvette, you can take a bit more of this. Right?” Vox asked, moving below her belly button to her lower stomach.

To say she went ballistic was an understatement.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAA! ST-AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NA-AHAHAHAHA!”

They were all taken aback by Velvette’s screams.

After a bit longer, the two boys stopped. They left the poor thing panting on the couch.

“You alright there dear?” Valentino asked, patting Velvette’s head.

The weak little nod showed that she was…ok.

Velvette ended up falling asleep on the couch, smooshed between the two men.

Vox and Val smiled at each other as they looked at their adoptive daughter, lovingly.

[crimeronan]

Hunter manages to pull out a vague W by being so sad and pathetic that it shocks everyone into letting him explain things. Vee's got him pinned and she's threatening to kill him and he Doesn't Care. Vee's like "I'll KILL you if you put your hands on her, I won't let you hurt her anymore" and Hunter just ignores her entirely like "Luz! Luz are you okay? Are you safe, you're not hurt anywhere are you? Where's Belos? I swear if he hurt you I'll kill him myself I promise, Luz-" and Vee uncoils a bit

kicking my Feet. YESS

you know in hollow mind when hunter goes "flapjack!! are you okay, did they hurt you??" even though he's talking to wild witches who have No Fucking Reason to hurt flapjack, ever??

fair enough given that he's still trying to convince himself that wild magic is evil. instant human realm replay: there's some strange woman hunter doesn't know (untrustworthy) and a basilisk (manipulative) and if hunter remembers Anything about this Particular basilisk, it would be that she Does Not Like Luz.

hunter, frantic: luz, are you okay?? did they hurt you??

and luz is like. of course not. they'd never.... i don't....

....are you hunter??

and all of the tension just. goes out of him.

meanwhile vee, who i think probably knows this name, bc luz has no reason to be cagey about the mysteries she's trying to solve, is like oh. fuck damnit.

YOU'RE hunter????

[sillyslvt]

𝓘𝓿𝔂’𝓼 ❞𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯-𝓫𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓶❞

look, this wasn’t meant to be a mood board. i swear to god. suicide is not “aesthetic”, it’s not “pretty.” i just had a lot of images i wanted to include in the header, and tagging it as a mood board boosts interaction.

so. here we are.

disclaimer! this has a LOOOT of parts where I wrote stuff like a fanfiction so be warned. it’s a long post :/

𝓬𝔀𝓼: 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓾𝓶𝓪 (𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓽)

✮ her attempt takes place AFTER Javi dies, timeline wise. still during winter, but after Natalie’s crowning.

✮ (full post about Ivy and Javi’s death coming soon)

✮ after what almost happened to Natalie and what did happen to Javi, she decided she’d just commit.

“ 𝓲’𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓯 𝓲𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓶𝓮

𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓯 𝓲 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓻𝔂 ”

✮ she knew people were still hungry, food was still scarce, and she didn’t even know if her brother would want her to come back.

✮ she’d always felt like a burden to him— he had to work to take care of her, and her mother did too.

✮ sometimes Ivy felt more like Lucas’s daughter and her mom’s sister.

✮ the other girls (save for Robin, Akilah, Nat, and like…Travis SOMETIMES (he didn’t show it ever)) didn’t seem to care one way or another.

✮ she wasn’t even supposed to be at nationals anyway (more on this later!)

✮ with everyone starving, she was, once again, just another mouth someone had to feed.

✮ this way, she’d be one less thing to worry about. she’d rest. she’d be saved, like the old pastor always said she would be.

✮ this way, maybe nobody else would be “sacrificed to the wilderness”. maybe it wouldn’t want blood anymore.

✮ Ivy took a page from her sketchbook and wrote a note to all the yellowjackets (like the collective but w/ individual people addressed), Lucas, her mom, Robin, Natalie, and Travis.

✮ the notes DID explain where she was and what she was doing at the lake. some of the notes (the more personal ones that were addressed individually) also briefly mentioned that she felt like a burden :(

✮ Ivy wrote her notes over the span of a few days. Then, one night, she snuck out to the lake in a thin nightgown. no shoes, no socks, hair loose…

✮ she ran through the snow, not wanting to be caught. her feet got all cut up on the branches and rocks but she didn’t feel a thing

✮ once she got there, she knelt down and broke a hole in the ice that was somewhat close to the shore.

✮ after a while of staring at the water, she muttered the holy prayer under her breath. Slowly, she submerged herself whilst clutching a rosary that LL had given to her.

✮ It was so cold she almost blacked out immediately, but she managed to keep consciousness and stare up at the sky until she saw someone looming over her. She couldn’t tell who— it just looked like a blobby shadow.

✮ poor girl was seeing her brother!! (ok I might’ve gotten the idea for this part from @pb-n-jen (GO CHECK OUT THEIR OC!!) I’m sorry I’ll change it if you want but I was inspired…)

✮ anyway Ivy was hallucinating Lucas, hearing his voice crack as he was told that his sister, his baby sister, his Vee, didn’t survive. She was imagining him crying, having lost someone else. She heard him begging for her to “breathe. breathe, damnit!”

✮ she imagined the other girls, realizing they’d lost another somebody to the cold. she saw Ben’s horror, Shauna and Lottie’s numb shock, saw Akilah holding her while Natalie screamed for a helpless Misty to “do something!!”

✮ She saw Van hiding their face in Tai’s neck and Travis pressing Nat’s face in his shoulder when she gave up trying and just cried.

✮ she imagined Britt telling her it was the cowards way out. She heard Robin asking her why she left, pleading for her to come back…

✮ and she realized she was being an idiot. she couldn’t do this. she had to survive. for her brother. for all of them.

✮ she tried to pull herself up back onto the shore, feeling increasingly weak, but the adrenaline helped her.

✮ and also the fact that she’d broken the surface long enough to scream. or…try to— all that came out were gasps for air and groans of exertion punctuated by the occasional cough as she spit up water.

✮ she was able to drag herself over to the shore and half drape herself on it. the bottom half of her was still submerged in the water.

��� she heard footsteps, then a strangled cry and a whispered “holy shit.”

✮ she opened her eyes long enough to get another glimpse of Lucas (who wasn’t there). She saw someone’s hand being offered to her, pulling her fully out of the water, and she took it.

✮ She heard Laura Lee and Jackie, felt them guiding her to the shore, almost pushing her up.

✮ you know those animatics of Epic The Musical where Polities, Eurylochus, and Odysseus’s mom push him back up to the surface in Get In The Water? I imagine it kind of like that !!

✮ she managed to weakly grasp the offered hand— Natalie’s from the feel of it— and she very unceremoniously yanked her fully onto the shore.

✮ She curled up on the shore, shaking and coughing up water, gaspy sort of sobs and whines leaving her that just sounded pathetic. When she opened her eyes, she saw Natalie, Van, and Tai all standing there staring at her with varying expressions of horror, anger, sadness, and shock.

✮ They continued to stare at her for a minute until Ivy tried to speak. all that came out was a weak, pitiful “hi.”

✮ Natalie finally reached out and lifted Ivy’s head so she’d look at her. She looked furious, and Ivy felt like she’d wilt under her gaze if she didn’t let up.

“Never,” she all but growled, poking a finger into her shoulder for emphasis, “ever do that again.”

Ivy smiled, weakly. “What, y-..you don’t want your f..first act as queen to be a burial?”

Natalie scoffed, but it did nothing to hide the way her voice shook when she spoke again. “Maybe I just don’t want you to die, you idiot.”

✮ Ivy didn’t quite know what to say to that, so she didn’t say anything at all. Instead, she just dropped her head down to rest on Natalie’s knee and closed her eyes before she started crying.

✮ Natalie nudged her to keep her awake. “No, you don’t get to sleep. Can you walk?”

“I c-can try.”

✮ once Ivy was standing, she sort of swayed, and she was shaking so hard that it looked like she’d collapse right then and there.

✮ she leaned on Natalie for a moment, just to regain her balance, but was surprised by the way Nat tugged her to her side.

“Don’t do that again.” // “I..I won’t.”

✮ long story short, Van and Tai help her to the cabin, where she was quickly ushered into the attic, much to everyone else’s relief.

✮ as much as they wanted to see her, they didn’t know what to say. how do you comfort someone who just tried to kill themself?

✮ Nat offered to help with the bath again because, well, she’d already done it once.

✮ (plus there can only be one homoerotic bathtub scene, and that award goes to LottieNat.)

✮ Natalie and her sat in relative silence, with Ivy shivering and avoiding her gaze. Not because she was uncomfortable, but if she saw the look on Nat’s face, the mix of pity and concern and fear, she was certain that she’d cry.

[unfinished]

[chronic-hyperfixator]

[IS HUNTER GAY OR EUROPEAN]

Luz: There! Right there! Look at that tan, well tended skin. Look at the killer shape he’s in. Look at that slightly stubbly chin.

Bump: I’m not about to celebrate. Every trait could indicate a totally straight expatriate. This guy’s not gay. I say not gay.

Lilith: Well, is ot relevant to assume, that a man who wears perfume is automatically, radically fae?

Gus: But look at his coiffed and crispy locks.Look at his silk translucent socks. Theres the eternal paradox, look what we’re seeing.

Willow: What are we seeing?

Bump: Is he gay?

Luz: Of course he’s gay!

Bump: Or European?

Everyone: Ohhh.

Matt: Gay or European? It’s hard to guarantee.

Darius: Well, hey don’t look at me.

Raine: You see their boys up different in those charming foreign ports.

Eda: They play peculiar sports in shiny shirts and tiny shorts. Gay or foreign fella.

King: The answer could take weeks.

Emira: They both say things like “Ciao, Bella” while they kiss you on both cheeks.

Luz: Oh, please.

Kiki: Gay or European? So many shades of gray.

Eda: Depending on the time of day the French go either way.

Alador: Gay or European, or-

Amity: There, right there! Look at that condescending smirk, seen it on every guy at work. That is a metro, hetero jerk. That guys not gay, I say no way.

Edric: Well is it relevant to presume, that a hottie in that costume is automatically, radically-

Bump: Ironically, chronically-

Amity: Certainly, flirtingly-

Hooty: Genetically, medically-

Luz: Gay! Officially gay! Officially gay gay gay gay!

*Hunter kisses Willow*

Luz: Damnit!

Darius: Gay or European? So stylish and relaxed.

King: Is he gay or European? I think his chest is waxed.

Odalia: But they bring their boys up different there it’s culturally diverse.

Emira: It’s not a fashion curse if he wears a kilt or wears a purse.

Viney: Gay or just exotic? I still can’t crack the code.

Gus: His accent is hypnotic!

Tonella Nossa: But hith thoes are pointhy thoed.

Eda: Gay or European?

Eda and Raine: So many shades of gray.

Edric: But if her turns out gay I’m free at eight on Saturday.

Bump: Gay or European?

Camilla: Gay or European?

Vee: Gay or Euro-

Luz: Wait a minute. Give me a chance to crack this guy. I have an idea I’d like to try.

Eda: The floor is yours.

Luz: So, Mr. Noceda, this alleged affair with Ms. Park has been going on for…?

Hunter: Two years.

Luz: And your first name again is…?

Hunter: Hunter.

Luz: And your boyfriend’s name is…?

Hunter: Edric.

Hunter, panicked: I-I, sorry! I misunderstood. You said “boyfriend” I thought you said “best friend” Edric is my best friend.

Edric: You bastard! You lying bastard! That’s it, I’m not going to cover for you anymore! People, I have a big announcement. This man is gay and European!

Everyone: Whoa!

Edric: And neither is a disgrace. Hunter, you got to stop being a completely closet case. It’s me, not her he’s seeing. No matter what he’d say, he’d swear he never ever swing the other way. You are so gay! You big parfait.

Hunter: I’m straight.

Edric: You were not yesterday. So if I may, I’m proud to say. He’s gay.

Luz: He’s gay!

Bump: And European.

Luz: He’s gay.

Hunter: Fine, okay, I’m bi.

Luz and Edric: Horay!!

[subbymothpimp]

What's your morning routine like~?

Ugh depends on if my idiot PA schedules a meeting in some ungodly hour or not.

I either sleep like the sleeping beauty or I become a being of night! Like Dracula♡ And then I don't sleep for days. Oh god, especially when I'm on a binge with @queen-of-vees and @overlordvoxofthevees.

So IF I sleep and get to wake up at some normal time (so not 6:30, damnit, I'm not some fucking slave!), I take a refreshing shower, do my six steps skin routine, fix my fur, brush out my wings, and have a brekkie with the other two lovely losers.

I like both sweet and savory breakfast, and at least one of that has to be warm. I eat with Voxxy and Vel, have my coffee and a cig, and get dressed.

That takes significantly longer time than you'd think! Cause it's not just deciding if I wanna go masc, femme, or andro, it's also how I feel about myself.

And then makeup, another cig, another coffee, and I'm my radiant self~♡

[gals4ever]

Crash-course in gift giving

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It was hard doing these machines, the tedious and monotonous task making my nonexistent brain melt. Each creak and accidental whine here or there from its handle made me so nervous.. I would look around my shoulder every couple of seconds, almost missing skill checks.

That’s when I saw her. She was a lot braver than I was.. she always had been. Even though she wasn’t that fast she would jump in front of everyone, putting her life on the line to save anyone she could. She was running as fast as she could, a nervous yet excited smile spreading across her decorated face, the darker red stripes wrapping around her lighter shaded head. The adrenaline was probably getting to her…

I was just some cookie, always so anxious and self conscious about myself, aspiring to be just like Bobette. We had known eachother for so long.. trapped in that basement with no other choice than to talk to each-other. At first I believed I was delusional, seeing that angel right in front of me. Gods, she was so.. perfect. I always hoped she felt the same for me, the way her dark green irises sparkled everytime our eyes met.

She was always so reckless. No matter how many times I told her to take it slow, she didn’t. She was so stubborn, never listening to anyone when it came to protecting the people she cared about. She always ended up getting hurt, falling and cracking body parts, hell, even shattering her arm once or twice. It took a full day to glue it back together, but.. she didn’t seem bothered?

All she could do was talk to me about the things she learned from magazines that she got dandy to sneak over to her. She was a HUGE fashionista, believe it or not. She only wore her sweater because it covered up those scar-like cracks in her skin. She never showed it, but she was extremely vulnerable.

That’s what made me love her. She pushed through things when they were hard.. and she urged me to be the same. I could tell she was close to breaking, however. It had been years since I last saw her cry. That was when- …nevermind.

Anyways- she was struggling to get away from twisted Vee, turning sharply and almost stumbling over her own feet. That would’ve been so bad.. none of my cookies could’ve fixed that. Seeing her in that broken and shattered state always scared me, she didn’t deserve that.

What scared me more was the fact that she was heading straight for me, her eyes going two different directions.. gods damnit! She was spacing out! She always did that silly thing when she was unfocused. She probably didn’t even see me, her body on autopilot.

Then, BAM! She slammed against me, automatically using her box ability. We were trapped there, her heavy weight almost crushing me.. but I loved it. Her breath tickling my neck as she hugged me close.

“Oh my little cookie! Im so so sorry, I didn’t see you there! Are you alright!?! Did I hurt you!?!”

Of course she didn’t hurt me, she never could. All I could do was shake my head no, the words trapped in my died as that familiar relieved sigh left her parted lips. She was so beautiful like this.. all I wanted to do was kiss her. To hold her tight, caress her body as if she was a precious treasure.

“Is everything okay, Ginger..? Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? You look a little dazed..”

“Yes! I-Im fine, don’t worry Bobbie. Let’s get out of this thing and finish this floor.. then we can talk about this.”

I was stern, she knew it was going to be time for one of my long lectures about how she should be more careful when it comes to her safety. She pouted, giving me that dumb pleading look.. I couldn’t stay mad at her for too long.

“Im not mad, you just need to take better care of yourself.”

“I-I-I-I know.. I’m-I’m really sorry..”

Damnit, I shouldn’t have scared her! Her stutter always gets triggered when she’s nervous. She struggles so much with the letter I and the word ‘the’.

“Im sorry.. we’ll talk after this, okay?”

[bunnytornado]

Okay so imagine that Val decided to try and convince the other Vees that his name when he was human was William and a capital W is two Capital V’s so he should get half the money generated not one-third.

Pay Me The Money

TW: None

~~Vox x Velvette x Valentino~~

Vox could feel his fans whirling faster the more he tried to comprehend the stupidity that was coming out of Valentino’s mouth.

“That’s why I deserve half of our incoming profits instead of a third,” Valentino purred and continued to bedazzle his newest gun.

                Velvette raised a brow and tilted her head, before questioning Valentino’s… reasoning. If one could call it that. “Because your mortal name was ‘William’. And a W is just… what bullshit did you say again?”

                “I believe, what our dear partner stated was that a W is two Vs put together Vel. That is all a W is. Just…two Vs put together,” Vox reminded Velvette and downed his whiskey. “Which, in my opinion is actually a sound argument.”

                “S-Sound!? That’s so fucking stupid. How can you agree with him Vox,” Velvette snapped. “I thought you were the brains.”

                “Oh no. You have me mistaken my dear Velvette. I’m meaning it’s a sound argument on why Valentino should get less income,” Vox smirked as Valentino’s glare was locked on him.

                Valentino squeaked out angrily, “Less!? How dare you! I should get more.”

                “Not with you’re intelligence. It’s apparent to me that you need less to make sure you don’t waste my time on such a ridiculous notion,” Vox said as he rose from his seat. “Meeting is adjourned. I have a company to run. Valentino, please. Focus on what you are good at. Making the whores make us money. Leave the finances to the professionals.”

                Velvette huffed and followed Vox’s example. “Seriously, that was stupider than meeting with the other fucking Overlords. Damnit Valentino, next time I’m stitching that mouth shut.”

                “Easy Velvette. He meant well. After all, we would hate to be giving him too little or too much money,” Vox stated and guided Velvette out of the room.

                “Wait a minute! Does this mean I get half,” Valentino asked.

                “Here is the rest of your half,” Vox said and threw a small stack of bills onto the table from his pocket. He smirked as he watched Valentino count it out.

                “1000…2000…3000…4000…5000...6000,” Valentino counted the bills out loud. Vox loved how bad this man’s eyesight was. Moments like this made it convenient.

                When Vox and Velvette left Valentino to his…counting. Velvette couldn’t help but ask as soon as they got far enough away how much Vox had actually put down.

“Five Dollars,” Vox laughed and nudged Velvette. “Did you really think I would give him more?”

[dandysworldconfessionbooth]

VEE'S NEW SKIN LOOKS SO GOOD OH MY GOD. vee with actually good color values AND A SUIT??? not to mention how BASED vee wearing makeup is. she is absolutely SLAYING.

vee is so gorgeous i need to kiss her HUH??? WHO SAID THAT? WHO SAID THAT!??!?! NOT ME!!! TOTALLY NOT ME GUYS I SWEAR IM A NORMAL MEMBER OF SOCIETY WHO WOULD NEVER KISS A TV NOOOO HAHAHAH

▪︎ burger king foot lettuce anon

Oh yeah I saw the new skins!!!! They look pretty cool but I'm gonna have to grind to get the ichor to buy those ASAP AHEM Sharky do NOT grind you're gonna burn yourself out again— god damnit and I'm already grinding /silly

-Shhhhhhharky

[moodooivy]

Ranking every Hazbin Hotel song Before I say anything I want people to know that I think every song in this show is good and I love each of them. Well, except for one... And that song is...

#16, Loser. Baby

Guys, I swear to SATAN I am not ragebaiting. PLEASE. This is honestly the only song I actively dislike. I know it's a fan favorite. I just hate it so much. I guess I was just expecting too much after Poison and was severely disappointed by how underwhelming this one was. I don't wanna hear anyone say "Omg, this person doesn't understand Loser, Baby!" I do. I just don't like it.

#15, Whatever It Takes

I'm mostly placing this song so low because of the beginning. It just feels like sing-talking. That can be said about a lot of these songs to be fair, but here it just feels more forced than the others. This song is still beautiful.

#14, Welcome To Heaven

I don't think this song is as bad as people say it is.. I love it personally. St Peter and Emily are just adorable. This song also perfectly contrasts Welcome To Heaven.

#13, Happy Day In Hell

This was a perfect 1st official song that perfectly captures who Charlie is compared to the sinners. I know people complain about Charlie being too much of a Disney Princess for a princess of Hell, but I don't get that critique. That's literally the point.

#12, It Starts With Sorry

This is a good song I swear. Like this instrumental could've easily been f*cked up, but they made it work and it shows. I can see a critique that Charlie is gullible for forgiving Sir Pentious, but personally I think she made the right choice (I mean, obviously, we know now, but still).

#11, Hell's Greatest Dad

I'm not just docking points because of RadioApple, I SWEAR.... Maybe. This song isn't bad by any means. It's just not as good as the songs ahead. I like it still. It's a great contrast for Stayed Gone where Alastor is more aggressively involved with his rivalry with Lucifer. It also shows where Charlie gets her musical talent.

#10, Out For Love

Admittedly, the song is a little repetitive, but I still really like it. It's catchy and I like the message and play on the "Out for blood" saying.

#9, More Than Anything

This song is SO BEAUTIFUL MAN. Whatever the VA's are being paid, GIVE THEM A RAISE. AND I JUST LOVE A HEALTHY FATHER/DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP DAMNIT.

#8, Hell Is Forever

This song was catchy. I don't think it's as good as people say, but still. I will admit maybe it's TOO obvious and pandering, like the "The rules are black and white" part but still. It honestly just makes sense for his character.

#7, More Than Anything Reprise

Yeah, unpopular opinion but the reprise is better. IDK MAN, DON'T JUDGE ME. I love Vaggie so much! She is so damn pretty and sweet, omg. This song is so pretty and sweet.

#6, You Didn't Know

This song was just so epic. Talk about a step up! I wasn't really expecting much after Welcome To Heaven, but this song really blew me away.

#5, Respectless

THIS SONG IS LITERALLY SO CATCHY I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I just love Velvette in this episode she's so fun.

#4, Ready For This

One of the best examples of what a good song that pushes the plot is. I like how quickly Cannibal Town switches to Charlie's side when they hear they can feast on the angels.

#3, Stayed Gone

GUYS, I HAD TO RANK THIS HIGH. I JUST HAD TO GIVE MY GAY BOYS A GOOD SPOT! I might be a little biased... Just a little. But other than that, this song is just really well done. A perfect intro to my boy Vox and who he is and how he is 😊. Also Alastor's part at the end is a great contrast to the beginning of the song.

#2, Finale

This was a perfect ending song for the season. I love how it incorporates everyone! And it does so perfectly. Obviously, the Vee's part was the best, no contest. Totally not just because it has Vox, shut up, I'm not bias.

#1, Poison

Yeah. Some people probably knew this was coming. CURSE YOU ANGEL, WHY DO YOU GET THE BEST SOLOS! But anyway, I know people complain about this song being "Out of place" "Glamorizing Angel Dust's abuse" "Very uncomfortable to watch" and stuff like that. I agree. Because THAT'S LITERALLY THE POINT OF THE DAMN SONG. This song is literally so catchy, I listen to it on loop for hours.

[redvelvettecakerz]

About me ig????

"DAMNIT, VALENTINO!"

BASIC INFORMATION

● Name: Velvette

● Age: Minor

● Birthday: August 5th

● State: United Kingdom

RULES

● Don't be racist

● Don't be homophobic

● Be respectful

● Treat admin like a real person

● Don't be transphobic

DNI/DNF

● If you're homophobic

● If you're transphobic

● If you're racist

● If you use slurs you can't reclaim

● If you're just gonna bully

● If you dislike hazbin/helluva

● If you like DSMP

NOTES(?)

HELLO! PLEASE DONT BULLY OR DISRESPECT THE OWNER OF THE ACCOUNT! VELVETTE IS OKAY TO BULLY, BUT NOT THE ADMIN!

THE VEES

@v-vox-v

@evil-is-upon-us

VOX'S BOYFRIEND/OUR RIVAL

@timedoutradio