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crimsonandcloverwrites · 3 years

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bhah ch7 can’t stop won’t stop

lmao Dani being like ‘we should wait to discuss kids til after we’re married’ yes doesn’t seem like a giant thing u should make sure u agree on before u make a major commitment at all

Dani is so in love with Jamie sdjkhdfkjg driving to her house on instinct and just like...gazing at her in her old t-shirt and sweats like you’ve finally seen the light girl just kiss her already

god I can’t believe I have 2 more chapters of them as adults just being the absolute perfect match for each other to get through before they finally kiss in ch 11 (i’m maninfesting it no one say anything) I am literally going to scream. Dani will like... feel a little off and it’s all “i need to go to Jamie’s house and also tell Jamie everything and she will make me tea and let me be myself without all the expectations and I will feel better” I AM VERY HAPPY SHE CAN BE THAT FOR YOU BUT ALSO CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE MS CLAYTON (actually I think she kind of does but she must extract herself from her real life first I guess)

oh no the new chapter is almost here I still have so much to read

forget ‘there was only one bed’ this is now a ‘there was only one tent’ stan blog only

thirsty Dani truly is the funniest I am so sorry ur suffering is so entertaining. Dani: literally whacks her finger with a mallet bc horny for Jamie. Me: uncontrollable chortling

the idea of Dani wrangling 8 year olds that are probably just about as tall as her is too funny. tiny legend

aww the lil background Hannah and Owen moments. cute

Dani in a big ol’ straw hat pls that’s so cute

this Jackie and Jamie situation..... GIVE US THE DEETS

hmmmmnnnnnngggg Jamie just straight down on her knees in front of Dani to tie her shoe lace I will absolutely let u have this gay panic Dani u don’t deserve to be made fun of right now

Jamie “I have a story” absolutely NOT

Viola, emerging from the lake in this no ghosts childhood friends story: surprise bitch

these two drunk idiots are literally teenagers dsjkhdfkgjh just get in ur tent

Dani, drunk in a tiny tent w the love of her life: hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

when we finally get a Jamie on her knees redemption moment-

Dani, drunk in a tiny tent w the love of her life currently taking her clothing off: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck (y’all really wanted to torture her this chapt huh?)

“dawn was a saffron colored suggestion peeking through a pinhole gap in the tent’s zipper” god that’s a pretty sentence can i pls borrow some talent

Jamie and Dani w kids is sooooo cute they have such a nice balance between them

just thinking about if teenage Jamie desperately in love w her bestie could see things now Dani being all into her w all her lingering looks etc how the fuckin turn tables

“Dani kept a firm grip on her sanity” lol

oh my god they’re both drenched in the tent w the soft lamplight and only their own bodyheat to keep warm whatever will they do

oh wait they also have the heat of their burning attraction to each other they’ll be toasty as anything

hhhhngggg abs

that’s like 4 mentions of Jamie on her knees aklhfdkjgkdjh enough

lads is it gay to imagine running ur fingertips over the scar on your friends back before pressing ur lips to it or...?

Jamie taking the time to teach Dani car things aww

lol not the smutty book

eddie honking at her gets so under my skin like my dude... my guy... stop

Dani thinking so hard about rain damp Jamie and how much she wanted to jump her while she’s in the car w her boyf and MIL. girl

imagine if we had to sit through a dani and eddie wedding before she finally managed to call this off how cursed

ayoooo Carson’s show I cannot wait. omg we get it this chapter too gbless this really is the Dani suffering hours

Jamie just so casually like.... not even flirting w Dani it’s all just kinda observations but every other thing she says makes Dani stop breathing skdhfdkfjh this is so good

Dani has like... a lack of object permanence but with Jamie feelings ok

pleeease the Dani Carson road trip that’s so cute I can just imagine what fun they would have had

uuughhh i wanna go to a sweaty bar n listen to loud music again

also would like a Jamie to press their hand to my lower back n make me lose my mind in a sweaty bar to loud music

this lil jamie dani carson trio is my faaaave

“Girls must be all over you.” and Jamie choking on her drink dsfkjsdhkf oh Dani u beautiful naive angel. god that’s so funny

Robin instantly going for Jamie... same bro

Carson’s lil found family band pls my heart is so full

Carson calling them his sisters n Jamie freezing up bby when are u going to accept these people care abt u and love u like family

Robin is so brazenly just like ‘ur hot’. a voice of the people i love her

Dani being lowkey jealous as IF Ms Taylor has eyes for anyone else babe

Carson knoooowwwwws. When do we get the Carson O’Mara biopic please I want his takes on everything I know they’re excellent

oh my god Jamie knowing Dani’s fave kind of pizza pls I love that so much (I can’t remember if it’s been mentioned in the past few chapters but I remember her being mad that Eddie didn’t in CH1? i love this lil detail) (also I literally just ate vegge pizza I feel so immersed in this experience)

dfkgjhdfkjgh Jamie licking her finger and Dani completely combusting this is so entertaining

fuck n then it gets all soft and about how they’ve been in love their whole lives this is emotional whiplash

Jamie constantly in protector mode but in this really quiet comforting way is so sweet I love her so much

god I just feel so bad for Dani that this kind of insane electricity she has with Jamie has probably never been a thing in her relationship w Ed bby u deserve someone that makes u feel like this

awww Carsons bf

Dani’s soul leaving her body when she sees them kissing oh no

Jamie giving Dani her jacket pleeease I am dying here... the romance of it all

and shariing cigarettes and intense looks these two really are somethin else

lmao even Robin is picking up on their vibes you two could level a building with the amount of tension between u

Dani’s moment of Realisation abt Carson n Jamie just being like... well yeah

lmao Dani subtly trying to figure out if Jamie is gettin’ it sdkgdfhkjgh

when these do two finally get together both of them are gonna be like... taken out by all of this. Dani has only ever known Eddie who just does not get her (and the fact that she is a lesbian so she’s never had real feelings for him in that way) and it seems like Jamie has only ever had surface level relationships with people who never really got her either (while also being in love w her best friend who she never thought would love her back). there’s no way this is wont eventually make at least one person cry a bunch (probably me) with how right all of it is

god Dani is so horny for Jamie sdflkdfjgkfdj preemptive RIP for Ms Taylor when Dani finally does get to live out all these daydreams on her I just know someones gonna end up pulling somethin

Does Dani like.... get that she will never love Edmund that way like is she fully aware of the fact she loves him but she’s not in love with him and all these feelings for Jamie aren’t just because it’s Jamie but because she’s not straight??? have we gone on that journey yet

aw Ed waited up for her

the book the book the book

dsfkdhfgkj oh Dani

“Jamie on her knees, looking up at her” listen-

girl u are so fucked

SIX. SIX MENTIONS OF JAMIE ON HER KNEES pls

THE DREAM

who could this possibly be about hmmmm Dani

christ

THE MEASURES SHE TAKES TO DEAL WITH THE DREAM lordt

“baffled but excited” i think is how I almost always picture eddie lol

dang get it girl take control

aw dani u poor confused little duck. i just wanna give her a hug

Dani dressed as Dorothy is awfuly cute

heh Jamie as a wolf i love her fursona

lmao toto

of course Jamie is well aquainted with the bleachers. cheeky. oh no not the art room. Dani dying inside and then imagining herself there with Jamie girl has got it baaaad u poor lil repressed gayby

Dani is... so thirsty... goddamn

lmao Jamie blatantly checking her out are u trying to kill her she already wants to rip ur clothes off

“To the third floor art room?” dfksdhfgkjdfhgjdhf imagine if this was it they just banged it out in the art room right now n got things sorted

god they go from horny to soft so quick i love the ways they care about each other

Jamie saying the scarecrow costume is fitting for Eddie PLEASE

ooh the infamous hickey

What Dani deseves: snuggles. What Dani recieves: struggles

the MEMES. god bless the memes

this was an excellent companion for my Wednesday hopefully I can churn through the rest of em before we are blessed w ch11 amen

#bhah

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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Lei, I’m on my period and I’m needy, we’ve all been there. So what if our girl Tiger get very emotional and small on the family trip with the family cause she’s PMSing? Bill notices it when she wakes up and pulls her to the side. She starts off cranky on the family nature walk and then she starts crying at a deer she found in the woods and the families so far ahead that he just plants one on her and tells her to focus.

oh godddddd babes YES.

Bill has just been quietly monitoring her over the past few days, because he knows the signs. The candy that is rapidly disappearing. The way she keeps stealing his sweaters to huddle in, because she always gets a little more cold. The uncontrollable hunger, and the temper/small angry meltdown that happens shortly after. The perpetual frown and pinched eyebrows, and the way she’s been rubbing at her temples when the headaches set in.

And sure enough, the first night they’re there, Bill wakes up when she rolls over and out of his arms, grumbling in pain.

“Owww,” she mumbles sleepily, curling in on herself, “Motherfucker.”

He sighs, reaching over and giving her tummy a few soft pats.

“Do you need Advil?” he rasps, and he’s still half asleep but his subconscious is so trained by now. Little Human needs help. Offer 1) meds, 2) snacks, then 3) cuddles.

“No,” she grumbles, oozing out of bed. She goes into the washroom and Bill all but throws himself out of bed to go and get her hot water bottle ready. She’s already back between the sheets by the time he gets back, so he tucks it to her front and bends to kiss her cheek before climbing in behind her. He curls around her and she takes his hand, puts it low on her belly for rubs--hell he even swings a leg around her when she shivers, pulls her more into him for warmth.

And like, look. Tiger is grumpy central. Bill wakes up the next morning to tiger just lying on him, laid flat out on his chest, and somehow he can already tell that she's scowling. The hot water bottle is pressed between them, her cheek on his chest, his thumb still in her mouth. He grumbles, stretches, peels his eyes open.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

“Fuck you.”

He’s not really surprised. He puts his hands on her back--god they’re big and warm--running them up and down slowly, pressing a little and kneading her lower back where it always hurts.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, but tiger just groans in pain.

“Lower,” she says, and his fingers readjust to knead more into her hip.

“We have the hike today,” he says, plopping a kiss on her head, “If you don’t feel up to it, we--”

“It’s hormones, Bill,” she snaps, “It’s just fucking hormones. I’m not incapacitated.”

Bill just sighs, rolls his eyes. Tiger sits up and rolls off of him, no doubt petulantly trying to go get her own coffee, but when she stands he just promptly pulls her back into the bed--plops a noisy, wet kiss on her cheek and then gets up to caffeinate her before she bites him. He grabs her hot water bottle on his way out, and 15 minutes later the little hellion has her hot cup of coffee, the hot water bottle soothing her lower back, and Bill’s hand on her stomach rubbing out some of the aches. She’s mildly placated, but she’s also probably getting a little small about it. Bill’s just so big, you know? And he’s seated behind her, cuddling her into his strong chest, and he’s so warm and the stubble on his chin is so cute and his eyes are big and wide but still bleary with sleep and he’s just patting her stomach gently. He’s always so good to her, so gentle with her, and so preoccupied with her safety and her comfort and it’s times like these that tiger gets all soft about it. And god, come breakfast time--she doesn’t even say anything, but Bill loads her breakfast plate with a lot of iron and calcium, two things he knows help ease some of the pain for her. He brings Advil with him on the hike. Tiger nearly cries on their first little break when she reaches into the front part of his backpack for the gummy bears she knows he brought, and she sees that he stashed a few tampons in there just in case.

And you know, she’s trying her best. She woke up grumpy as hell but a bit of walking is helping for the most part. She has to stop every now and then if her lower back seizes up and Bill stops with her every time. He waves to the group to keep going and then puts his hand on her lower back and rubs gently, waits for her to nod and start moving again.

And listen, I’m such a big fan of the thought that these two....my god, even on a chemical level, they’re so intertwined. Tiger’s pheromones are screaming at Bill’s that she needs comfort, she needs softness and cuddles and to be taken care of. And Bill’s pheromones are screaming with protector vibes--to provide for her, take care of her, make sure she’s okay--which in turn are lighting up every single fibre in tiger’s being that just wants to be taken care of. And he can see the shift, can see it start to happen, can tell she’s getting a little small on him. Because he’s just...he’s being too good, you know? He’s giving her exactly what she needs and the poor bean is so incredibly emotional about it, because it’s just comfort. She’s safe with him.

And as they start to catch up to the group, he tucks a knuckle under her chin and turns it up so she looks at him.

“Hang in there, kid,” he says softly. And the message is clear. He knows, he acknowledges, and he’ll take care of it--take care of HER--as soon as the situation allows. It’s a promise. But her eyes kind of tear up, her bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he steps in front of her. Just gently takes her face in his hands, and swipes his thumb across her lips.

“No,” he says, but it’s gentle and soft and not reprimanding in the least. It’s just the bit of strength that she needs, the small but gentle order to wait. Not here.

He waits, waits as she takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly.

“Again,” he coaxes, and she does. And with a kiss to the top of her head, he playfully flicks her nose.

“Just a bit more, kid,” he promises, “You’re okay.”

And like, look. Tiger is super emotional. She’s all over the place, and kind of needs an outlet for it. So they continue the hike with the group, but Bill is just getting a little more concerned for her--because she’s really sticking to him, which is fine, but he knows that it also means she’s not doing that great. So he tries to find any excuse to touch her--grab her hand and help her over some rocks, even though she doesn’t need the help. Pull her in for a playful hug as they take a break to take some photos over a pretty creek, keep his shoulder pressed to hers as they spread out the blanket for a picnic lunch. Every once in awhile he’ll hang back, put a bit of distance between them and the group, and just do a small check in with her--a quick kiss, a little head scritchie, just making sure that she’s holding up as much as possible. And it’s helping, but it’s also probably not helping as much as it oughta because she can feel him and touch him and smell him but not the way she wants to, and it’s just making her even more emotional.

I love your train of thought though, and I think that’s exactly it. Her outlet for this massive influx of emotions that she’s felt all day finally comes when a little baby deer just kind of pops out on the trail in front of them, munching on some leaves, looking every bit majestic and beautiful. And Bill can see it happen in slow motion--the deer pops out, and it’s so goddamn cute and Bill just thinks....oh god. Oh no.

As if on cue, he hears a sniffle--just a small one, but then a wail. He claps a hand over her mouth as the rest of the group turns and looks at her, alarmed. The deer scampers off, scared.

“She’s fine,” Bill says, “She just...loves deer.”

Tiger is crying, sniffling, mumbling shit about Bambi and cruelty and how unfair the universe is.

“You guys go on,” he says to the group, “We’ll catch up.”

And he doesn’t wait, he pulls her a bit off the trail and out of sight. And you know, he wants to be soft with her--because Jesus she’s cute--but I think Bill is sort of realizing that all this softness probably pushed her even further into this state and that maybe he needs to be a little stern now, set some boundaries and some rules, just to help her reel it in.

“Get a grip, tiger,” he snaps when they’re far enough into the bush, “Enough.”

“But the--”

“No.”

“But he was--”

“No,” he says harshly, flicks her nose, and she shuts up. She ducks her head, and Bill scans his surroundings. When he’s sure that no one is around, he knocks aside some of the brush around his shoes and pushes down on her shoulder to put her on her knees. She doesn’t fight him anymore on it--just trusts that if he’s doing that, then it’s because he’s already sure that she’s safe and that no one can see. He traces his thumb over her lips, and pushes it in gently.

“Tiger, you’re safe with me, you know that. You can always be like this with me if you need to,” he says softly, “But I can’t take care of you the way you need it right now, not here.”

She sniffles, and he crouches down so he’s level with her.

“I promise I will, when we get back. I’ll take care of it for you--as soon as I can, I will. But you have to try and keep it together until then, okay?” he asks, “Can you do that sweet girl?”

She’s quiet, her eyes kind of glassy, as she gazes at him. He nudges her tongue slightly with his thumb.

“Can you do that for me?” he asks again, and he keeps it gentle. Encouraging. And it’s already helping--her trust in Bill is infallible, and this is one of the reasons why. Because he never drops the ball--and even if he can’t give her what she needs in that moment, he does everything he can to give her something. And just taking her away from the group for a bit, getting her on her knees, keeping her grounded until he can really take care of her the way she needs--it’s enough. It’s enough to get her past the threshold so she can hold on for a bit longer.

“Yes,” she mumbles.

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing the corner of her mouth. But y’know, GOOD DUDE BILL--he doesn’t move. Doesn’t make like he’s going to stand up, or take anything away from her. He just settles in front of her, weaves his other hand in her hair.

“When you’re ready, kid,” he says softly.

GUH FUCK YOU MY HEART.

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bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing · 5 years

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I love Hazbin Hotel and an idea bothers me all day, also i will use an oc that belongs to me,this is not romance, so don't even think about it even for a second, i love platonic bonds/family vibes etc! Alastor can't love but i love to think that he would protect you if he cares enough about you! ERROR 404: not found, i know that is not possible but i don't care and also 100% true fact: when i saw him in the pilot for the first time i was -> I see no evil there even when we get a little backstory i was -> Are you sure about that, are you sure he is evil? Because i can't look at him and see the evil part! Still i see no evil ! Enjoy! *evil laugh*

Update 1: In my defense, i want to say that it's practically screaming at me this idea to write it, it's like: do it coward, write me just do it! I'm so weak and guilty can't talk my way out of it, can I?

Update 2: Before i go into the story (fanfic) i want to say a little bit more: 1. this is not conon, it's a fanfiction don't take it too serious! 2.Some of the information comes from the Wikipedia and that being said i will use censor and i won't go into details for some characters! My advice is to use your imagination if you read it!

For this FanFiction we will have:

Mother figure: Charlie

Aunt figure: Veggie

Cousin figure: Angel Dust

Uncle figure:Husk

Little sister figure: Niffty

And of course big brother figure: Alastor also knew by her as a protector angel type...You would say wait what? He is no angel! If you will read this fanfiction you will understand why i say that, but again this is not connon, is a harmless little fanfiction nothing more and nothing less!

So, if someome already has a problem then i suggest not to read this!

3. Warning: This may contains anxiety, some gore, blood, delicate subjects and all the feels i am feeling at the moment when i write the parts so...if you think that is a little bit too much or shady/grey/waste of time it is because of how i feel! *sigh*

Update 3: In very excited to write this fanfiction and all smiling, i have so much fun, hope i can end this right and thank you for reading it, it's a harmless little FANfiction don't take it too extreme!

Disclaimer: I DON'T own Hazbin Hotel or any characters that belongs to Hazbin Hotel! They belong to vivziepop!

The Red "angel" is watching over you!

Cap 1. The first meeting

(About nearly 12-13 years in the past from the present)

It was just an old house...old as the long cracks in the walls in which the grass grows, a stone alley, who knows what secrets holds...

It was a late warm summer, when they first met, a 13 years old was waiting for her father to come home after 9 months of being away, her attention was caugh by a butterfly that was on the ground. It didn't fly away as she was approaching to him, it was too caught searching for something, it was still a hot day after all!

A tall figure dress all in red was passing by at that moment, he had a large smile on his face, another deal made, another poor victim in his hands, oh the fresh sweet blood. You see, it was not his fault that some greedy poor old bastard contact him, give the poor sucker what he want and then take what it's rightful yours, in that case another soul, that is how things work when you make a deal with the...His ears twitch as child giggle, among the decayed brown wood planks, he could see the little girl sitting on her knees trying to give water to a butterfly, it was hilarious how some people still didn't know that such things only lived for a day! Yet, for some unknown reason he couldn't move, the butterfly finally took off, surrounding her 3 times as a thank you it flies away!

"Your welcome! And if you know any butterflies that needs water please tell them to come here, i want to help them too!"

As he wanted to move his foot meet a broken twig, the cracking noise caught the girl attention, she could feel she wasn't alone, the stranger was now looking at her as she was looking into his red eyes, curiosity made it's presence!

"Hello! Would you like a glass of water, mister?"

"..."

"I never seen such a deep red color eyes, mister, it's so unreal!"

"..."

(Back in the present-that would be 4-5 months after the pilot)

Another day in Hell, nothing new, the same old boring smell of evil and despair, another souls of sinners, the same usually day at the Hazbin Hotel! Unlike the first time he arrive there things where going good, slowly but good, baby steps as the blonde once said, it was hard for the "wonderful" occupants to strictly follow the same rehabilitation routine that's why they have sketches of activities, 120 souls to take care of every 24/7, someone really needs a break!

"Good evening wonderful employers of this wonderful hotel! I must say, i just found out i have a new relation with this word wonderful since i'm here, this is the new next thing in the social civilization i didn't know i had in me!"

"Good for you Alastor! Now can we discuse the real problem here? When can i get my day off? I really have an emergency i want to take care off! See, i'm a good boy, now I do not disappear so suddenly, i'm making serious progress right here people and i also didn't use that special word for almost a week if i may add!"

"Friends let's calm down and take a deep breath!"

"That is a wonderful idea, Charlie, now if you all excuse me i have to excuse myself i can't stay much longer to listen to this wonderful speechless discussion!"

" You barely stay for what like 2 minute and now you leave? WHAT in the boulevard of the sins do you think you are going?!"

"Rude! Never ask a man where he goes, my dear!"

As soon as he left the hotel an unusual scent of vanilla, oranges and caramel meet his nose, almost making Alastor to turn around except there was something that for some unknown reason he couldn't ignore it for too long. The scent lead him to a not so friendly part of the town, usually it was quiet but only fools would take the bite and Alastor was not a such thing, it was probably worth for a challenge but the big catch was always hidden in the dark, so he didn't pay too much attention to the details, for him it was like a boring long walk anyway. Two musculars demons were caring after them a dirty old medium size potato sack with a strange shape that was moving emaning the sweet scent, as if that didn't caught Alastor attention enough, ten eggs come from behind the larger demons so their boring foe snake was again planning something unholy that wasn't new under the sky...

" Good evening! I couldn't help but notice what a little patato sack you have there for two bugbear,my suggest for you is to leave it and run if you value your pathetic lifes! Alastor could always get under his enemies skin if he wanted to, smiling and throwing insults to demons just to crack them up, those weaklings fools are a good start for him to warm up, the overlords how ever were another story not that he cared too much at that moment.For a second he looked confused then his smile appeared, what kind of twisted fate was this, he never could forget a face that easily and of course she had to be here, doesn't it?

"You are the child with the butterfly!" The voice was stady, barely the radio vibe could be heard, the red eyes searching her with interest, at first sigh Fabia didn't appear to be harmed more like confused...Fabia on the other hand, was very happy, she didn't see him for such a long time, what a happy reunion minus the kidnapping part, she couldn't explain why she was attracted by this misterious person, maybe because she always wanted a supernatural adventure of her own, that was kinda weak reason...

"As you can see I'm not a child anymore, i have grown, 13+ years more than the last time we meet!"

" I see, well my darling we should move and go to somewhere more safety but first you need better clothes; which colors are your favorite?"

"Orane, dark green and red maybe?"

"This should do it for now and one last thing from now on your name will be Fabia! Do not say your real name to any of them, trust me it's for your own protection!"

The place wasn't something like from the old movies she saw last month, the kind of black and white with girls possesses by demons who were defeated by crosses, holy water and salt, it was real and it smelled awful, needs a fresh air or at least they should take baths she thought, did she really had any reason to be afraid, the answer was yes-no?

"This is Hell and it's real, i'm not dreaming or something? This isn't one of my nightmares?"

"How did you end up here? What is the last thing you can remember?"

Was Alastor just implied that she was dead, she tought, excuse her, Fabia couldn't be like real dead, Alastor has a very dark humor in him, just a dark humor, some sweat begin to form on her forehead but what if it was true, didn't felt like a dead person!

"I was coming back from the shop-store when i assume that they were the ones who put a bag over me because this place is the next thing i see!"

"That wasn't very helpful, do you feel a sharp pain probably caused from a bullet or anything like that?"

"No, why would I? Oh no, do you think some lunatic tried to kill people in the middle of the day?"

"How should I know, dear, i wasn't there?! Since you are here, i suggest we keep moving, this hotel we are going to will be your new house, so you better start enjoying the new after-life...You will love it and the hotel staff, yes, i have a good feeling about that!"

Fabia took the news quite well, new faces, a new place to stay, new job haven't she be here before, the real question was would it better then her previously miserable life? Anyway what was great to be by yourself in a new town, without your family in an old and smelly apartment with an over-time job just to earn some money to barely survive, was there something good in her life? Probably the butterflies, how she miss those innocent days as a kid chasing and playing with them in the garden at her grandparents house, when did the nostalgia hit her as a train again for like 9999999 times already?

The first impression Fabia had when she arrived at the hotel was kinda grey, wasn't sure if the builing was even safe for someone to live in it, maybe because of the sounds that the wooden floor was making, it was nice and very warm but it should have been more colorful, that color was too screaming for her, at least it smelled fresh and clean not the outside dead scent, it also has some interesting decoration, it was clear that whoever decide to put them on the walls had a good sharp eyes.

"Fabia, allow me to introduce you to one of the greatest innovative hotels here in Hell, Hazbin Hotel and here we have the busy dedicated workers in the hotel: the none-others then Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, Veggie and of course, the unique royal princess herself: Charlie!

"Nice to meet you all, it's great to see you and thank you for allowing me to stay here, i appreciate and i would love to help you with the hotel tasks."

"That is great, we are just about to take the dinner so take a seat! We didn't expected more people at this moment, so tell us about yourself what sins do you commit and how long have you been here?! How did you and Alastor know each other?"

There sure were a lots of questions here, becoming a quick interogation, Fabia already felt she would have a identity crisis as if being dead wasn't bad enough, poor her, trying so hard to digest the situation and be the most relaxed a person could be, all the discomfort Fabia felt at that moment, lucky for her Alastor decide to take all the possible asks it could take place, after all why all the fun must end so abruptly, she could tell he has his fun and the bad jokes as well?!

"She is new, had a recent death, i know Fabia accidently, i went for a walk, here we are, had to cancel my previously plans and i couldn't let a woman in her time of needs, i'm not a beast as someone here will say about me!"

"Thank you and as for sins when i was 10 I ate the whole box of chocolate candies and then put stones in the original packaging so noone could figure it out what i did, once i stole a lollipop from the store, i once told a lady how bad her new hairstyle is, she looked like a crazy duck with that hair, on my 14 birthday i drank my first two alcoholic beers that was one time and some things i regret i said and all the oyher times i was nervous because you know how is at work, the boss should just shut up! I guest i have a little bit of every sin in me, couldn't helped myself!"

There was a long silence before everybody in the room returned to their plates and start to eat, at least for a while it will be quiet and peace and Fabia loved that, she wasn't the kinda person who would talk more like the quiet type, hasn't she been all her life? Now the more she thought about it the more she realised that maybe this was the place for her, here in Hell, she wish she could laugh like a madman at the irony but then again Fabia wasn't alone, maybe later!

"You aren't eating anything?"

"No, it's not like i'm not hungry or that i don't appreciate all the effort but i'm vegetarian and meat is not my kinda thing, is it alright if i can have just salad?"

"Oh sure, no problem, good to know, more reason to cook more dishes, that is wonderful!" Charlie voice was sweet and cheerful as always, it was good to know that her new life didn't affect the others, didn't want to make them feel bad, Fabia already felt like she belong there as a new family member! The food was looking good however as soon as Fabia took a bite it feelt like she was eating dirt with pieces of papers and had a very hard time to actually want to just eat!

"Are you alright?" Charlie asked her looking worried for her new companion while the others just stare except Alastor making Fabia feel uncomfortable...

"Yeah, just the salad is wither and has this taste of mold!"

"Maybe you are just tired, room 194J should be alright, it's more private and for a lonely girl it's perfect, nobody will bother you!"

"Thank you Veggie, that is nice, i would love to lay down a bit, now if you all excuse me, i wish to go to my room, have a wonderful evening!"

After she excuse herself, Fabia found her new room quickly, it was very tired being dead the whole situation and the clothes, why Alastor insisted to put so many clothes on her anyway? Was she that ugly?

"I hope you excuse me dear, i haven't knock on your door!"

"Ah, Alastor! Do not do that again, you can't go into a lady room like that, where is the privacy?"

"It isn't what a gentleman like me would usually do, i just want to tell you not to change, we will be going out as a celebration of your death day!"

"You have a celebration day?"

"Not really! But is one of those rare occasions you can find here in Hell, so, you better start to enjoy little things, tomorrow it will be chaos again!"

"Why do you use the word dear so much?"

"I use it as an insult or to piss of somebody that would be Veggie, to make someone fluster or not a really particular reason i would say!"

"Veggie and Charlie would you like to come with us for the celebration day?"

"No, tomorrow my parents will come in visit i will have to do a lot of stuff in the early morning, sorry!"

"I have to help Charlie and support her, sorry Fabia! Have fun!"

"This is not fair, i want to swear but no swearing in the hotel, afterlife is so bor-iiiiii-nnngg!"

"Angel Dust if you want to swear why not use the shortcuts? For example: D.S, A.H, M.F, U.W etc...nobody will actually notice you insult them, because they don't know what you are really refering to and the best part you can easily escape, if they ask what D.S means you can say something like Deep Strawberry is a flavour for milkshake!"

"That is a great idea, why didn't it hit me before? Damn, my fluffy chest looks horrible and i need my beauty sleep! I heard you and the answer is no, how do you think beauty is made of? Have fun!"

After two more fail attempts, Nifty didn't want to go and run into a bunch of bad breaths, dirty places and many others she couldn't exactly find the right word to describe it and Husk having a hard time being on his own two feets if there was something he loved was the drinks on the hotel, he didn't have time for sobber situations, Alastor and Fabia was already at the hotel door ready to see the new show of the night, each of them having different thoughts.

Nothing was better then clowns with low taste of humor and some old circus music, on the streets there where many interesting forms of demons: small, large, tall even with ten eyes, so many come and go, occasionally put small smiles on her face and have fun only to return to her original state.

"Having alcohol on empty stomach is not the wiser decision!"

"Then how about a caramelized apple? Would you love that? Try not to look suspicious after all this is not a place for a saint, Fabia, you might get into lot of trouble!

"Who is this diamond behind your back? She is so cute, i would love to crack her open!"

"Ahahaha, she is off limit, don't even think touch her even with one finger!"

"Touché aren't we monsieur? *Vous pouvez dire que vous avez trouvé le contraire, non? **Un cœur doux et attentionné, oui?

The strange lady whisper something in Alastor ears, made Fabia feel very uncomfortable for many reasons and Alastor just keep his smiling face the whole time, he had no problem and it look like he was enjoying the show. After the woman finish it was his turn to say something, Fabia couldn't hear any words of their silent conversation and then she just go leaving her and Alastor alone.

"Come on Fabia, we don't want to miss the fireworks show, it should begin in a few minutes!"

"Fireworks? I should go back to the hotel..."

"Why? Did something happen? Hm, are you afraid of fireworks?"

"When i was 6 on the New Year time a firework rachet couldn't fly to the sky and it explode near me, i was alright but the sound and the colorful powerful fire that it made scared me so badly...I never recovered from that trauma, i know i have a problem since then but i'm still hoping that it will pass!"

"Seem like you have all the reasons not to be here, come on, i know the perfect spot we can admire the fireworks and the sound won't make you feel stressed! Do you trust me?"

"Thank you, it's wonderful, takes your breath!"

"Glad i could help you, it would have been a shame if we couldn't stay at the final!"

"How was it for your first day of the rest of your afterlife? Did you have fun?"

"It was alright, i did have fun! Can I ask you something?"

" It depends on what you want to know!"

"Would you...um...like and want to tell me about your life? I would love to know more about you, i'm a curious little bean!"

"My...my...you sure are a curious...little bean! Maybe! This will be a story for another time!It's late, good night Fabia!"

"Good night, Alastor!"

*You can say you found the opposite, right?

**A sweet and caring heart, yes?

Till next time!

Note: I know that the action and dialogs are a bit in a rush but i tried to make it a little more realistic, when you are new in Hell you don't actually have time to stay in a place and have a long nice talk with your "friend"! It's hard to have any secrets with the person you trust the most and Fabia has no problem being around Alastor, she is a bit naive and to be honest here you can't make a deal having a fake name so Alastor can't make any deals, and he doesn't know or want to know Fabia real name, so no souls to eat in this fanfiction!

#fanfiction #hazbin hotel #chapters in progress #still loading...#it's just a fanfic #chapter 1

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Pokespe Gold, Silver and Bronze? An Arc Progression Analysis

Hey readers! I'm back and ready to attack a long post that had a long time coming. It is time for the part 2 of my prediction for the Gen 8 Pokespe dexholders/dexholder analysis. I would recommend reading my previous “What Type are you?” but there is a recap below for need-to-know info. Skip to the asterisks if you've already read (thanks).

Grass type dexholder = character who has self-intrinsic motivation despite life pushing them down and the path to their goal doesn't hurt many people.

Fire type dexholder = character who tramples over anything or anyone in the way of their goal.

Water type dexholder = character who hides important information from other characters and is secretive.

Gen 8 Male Character Counterpart = water type

Gen 8 Female Character Counterpart = fire type

Relationship (platonic) between the two = more emotionally charged and dramatic than other pairs.

***Today in our analysis, part 2 looks at exploring the progression of Pokespe against the evolution of...comic books of all things...and how the sets of holders mirror the ages of comic books.

DISCLAIMER: I am personally not a fan of comic books, despite my love for the superhero shonen of BNHA, and all this information is extrapolated from online research. Also this post was inspired by a post on the dexholders opinions of the pokedex which I can't refind for the life of me because I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THIS FREAKING SEARCH BAR CORRECTLY. Credits to them for inspiration. Somewhere out there.

SPOILERS BEWARE.

So, let's start at the beginning with the main arcs for our first three dexholder trios (RGB, GSC, and RS; with Yellow and Emerald to a lesser extent). These arcs represent the Golden Age equivalent in Pokespe.

The Golden Age (from the late 1930's to the middle of the 1950's) is described as the introduction of archetypes for the genre, and heroes and villains were depicted as very white and black in order to provide moral for a society in wartime.

While the original arcs of the manga were marketed towards 10 year olds in the 1990s-2000s instead of 10 year olds in the time of WW2, there is many of the same patterns in how they present the stories.

The RGB arc is the most shonen-esque out of all of them, where Red simply plays the role of the standard protagonist you've seen countless times and an episodic formula for chapters. The rival of Blue also feels standard by this definition and the conflict with Team Rocket is pretty black and white. Giovanni is a mafia boss who kidnapped an entire town, genetically engineered multiple Pokemon through harsh experiments, was willing to murder kids; and all for “The Glory of Team Rocket.”

GSC gives you the exact kind of story you expect with a shonen target market and a hot-headed + headstrong main protagonist (a f*ckboy). The main villain of the Masked Man who kidnapped children also keeps him firmly on the evil side and our protagonists who oppose him firmly on the good one.

Then while RS may have been unexpected for most readers, considering a secretive male protagonist clashing with a headstrong female protagonist, a stronger character focus and development was to be expected. Plus, despite Ruby initially ignoring the fight against the region and Norman (who I still maintain is a sh*tty parent and should not have been forgiven for his treatment of Ruby that easily) both are still painted on the side of good. Ruby does the closest in giving a complex protagonist, but by the time he locks Sapphire in the aircar and teams up with Courtney, the reader can understand he's still on the side of good.

Mainly, the reason they never seem too morally grey in the first arc is that the in universe characters do not address their flaws as in depth as they should. Plus, the villains of Maxie and Archie are both shown be extremely corrupt and willing to endanger their own for the end means; providing a level of villainy to overshadow the grey tones of Norman and Ruby.

The arcs are all often grouped together when talking about Pokespe as well because the first three regions of dexholders are the only ones that have actually interacted with one another. And the post which I CAN'T find classified their stance on the Pokedex as they take their roles as protectors of the region seriously and accept the responsibility.

This translates well into the Golden Age characterization as this view of all the dexholders makes them appear more noble than most; magnifying the heroic traits of dexholders and heightening the contrast with the villainous teams.

Next up in the timeline was the Silver Age. The notable features of the Silver Age (mid 1950's to 1970) are hard to peg down, but they conclude important aspects are: targeting a wider audience including girls and adults, science fiction overcoming gods and magic in use in stories, and the pop art style started in this time period.

The Silver Age honestly doesn't have much to apply to Pokespe, but the Silver Age is a transitional era for comic books, as its boxed in by the much more influential ages of the Golden and Bronze ages. For Pokespe, its version of the Silver Age does seem to adjust its target audience to a wider audience of kid Pokemon fans (as there isn't too much “mature” content in Sinnoh or Unova arcs). However, its new hook lies in “the power of friendship”; also noted in that elusive post.

The DPP arcs centres around a trio that all become very close friends, with the Pokedexs canonically serving a role to demonstrate the bond all three of the characters have developed. Plus, Dia is a protagonist who completes believes in friendship for all as he listens to Cyrus is the Platinium arc, possibly giving him the chance to amend his wrongs.

BW may not have a trio of great dexholder friends, but the connection that develops between Black and White have a strong focus, and Black's friends of Cheren and Bianca also have a strong present in the story and exhibit the friendship that exist all between them. Meanwhile, the power of friendship cannot really apply to Team Plasma, but they definitely manifest the transition from “evil for the sake evil” to “complex motives that may not make them evil”. Despite N being the near definition of “morally grey” in Pokemon, the manga keeps him in a dark enough light that the reader can't fully think of him outside of evil—unlike the game.

Following up the Unova adventures in B2W2, this arc does a better job of emphasizing friendship. While Lack-two/Blake claims to lack any emotions, I'm not sure if it would hold up to a power of friendship punch in his emotionless face. Whi-two/Whitley also learns a lot about becoming friends as she gets closer and opens up to Blake—despite it being a ploy for information—still pushes the friendship theme. The evil is team is dealt with better as well, because Whitley has sympathy for N and the old values of Team Plasma, being a former member herself; and we see one of the older members aid Hugh in his search for Purloin. By having the new terrorist branch of Team Plasma cover the evil, it allows the members who follow the previous values to be painted in a redeemable light.

Finally, we arrive at the two most recent arcs of XY and SM/USUM. Or the Bronze Age equivalent of Pokespe.

The Bronze Age (1970-1985) of comics is the one people who are fans may know fairly well. Darker plots returned in full forces, tackling more serious topics such as poverty, pollution, and dangerous substances. Heroes were also more flawed and complex than they had ever been; and villains were dipped deeper into grey.

And if you've read the XY arc, these traits are probably ringing some alarm bells. The arc was extremely dark, expanding on the games in a way they never managed to achieve. The main theme of the arc is the apathy of society and how its flawed, self-serving natures screws over anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in its wake. This stance that Team Flare took against society had radical actions (tons of it), but the sucky behaviors demonstrated by Kalos citizens in the manga prove society is far from perfect. The story of Emma/Essentia is also compelling as you understand she is on the wrong side, but with some right reasons.

X is additionally one of the most flawed male player character protags by far; the best way to describe him being all the negative mental problems shoved into one 12-year old boy (which I mean in the most loving way possible). Y also has her repressed problems, and a standoff-ish/headstrong nature that puts her at odds with others; most notably with the huge fight with her mom.

Then, in the SM arc, despite the more lighthearted vibes that come from Alola; that does not undermine the Bronze age themes present throughout the arc. The manga does not shy away from manifesting the trauma Gladion and Lille have sustained from Lusamine going insane, Guzma smashes his head into a wall after losing a fight, and Lusamine's fusion with Nihelego horrifies our protagonists; as it probably should if you saw that for the first time. The manga seems to be going in the direction that Lusamine has lost all her marbles and can't be fully held responsible for her crazy actions. Plus, Sun's flaw of hyper-focusing on gaining all the yen he needs to buy back the island/hatred for the Aether Foundation; and Moon's flaw of a hero complex that causes her to help one problem, but abandon it for a new one when it comes up (on top of her cold attitude to people initially).

Their Pokedex stance was summed up in the post by: “WTF is this thing? I don't want it.” which fits pretty well with their overall stance on the region crisis. None of these four protagonists ever truly consented to saving the region. In Kalos, the reasons the protagonists fight back is that their town is destroyed and they are being assaulted by the evil team. And as for Alola, both Sun and Moon get sucked in slowly with smaller events until it's like: “Hey, you've bonded with the incarnations of the Sun and Moon. Guess you’re the last line of defence for Alola now!”

Thus, if the Ages have each of the three rotations sets in it, Gen 8 in the Galar region will also stick with the Bronze Age vibes. Though, that's to be elaborated on in a later post (so sorry).

Tl;dr The progression of arcs in Pokespe follow the same progression of comic books throughout the different ages. RGB-RS (also Emerald) are in the Golden Age, with standard archetypes and black and white divides between heroes and villains. The Silver Age doesn't tie in much to DDP-B2W2, but they are both transitional periods for villain characterization (evil, but with a chance for redemption) and have a new hook; this time in the form of friendship boosts. Last lies the Bronze Age for XY and SM arcs, known for darker plots, and complex and morally grey villains paired with complex and flawed protagonists.

#pokemon #pokespe #original #analysis

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cinnaminsvga · 7 years

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La Douleur Exquise Pt 2 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

➵ summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for. ➵ warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh) ➵ genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut ➵ words: 5.8K ➵ a/n: since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~

➵ part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.

He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.

“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.

Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?

“What a pretty sight you are, aren’t you? Do you think you deserve my fingers after all the nagging you’ve put me through? Don’t be ridiculous,” he cackled, watching with sadistic enjoyment the way your eyes pleaded with him, screaming for him to do something, anything!

Yoongi simply tutted—his agile fingers tracing patterns on your stomach, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “Don’t you remember what I said? I liked it when my lovers are loud. Are you going to be loud for me if I remove your gag? Are you going to be my good girl?” His timbre deepened sensually, his hand trailing up and down your inner thighs teasingly: so wretchedly close but just not close enough.

You nodded your head furiously, your muffled pleas for relief barely muted by the already drenched gag. The grin on his face was downright sinful—unconcealed lust swirling in his black irises.

“Alright baby, I’ll take it off. But I want to hear you scream for me,” he commanded, ripping the gag off in one smooth motion. At once, your sobs met his ears like a beautiful symphony, the wondrous sound immediately sending more of his blood down south.

“Perfect, darling. Now,” he crooned, his fingers moving to push your ruined panties to the side, exposing the very dear part of yourself you had been aching to be touched. “What do you want me to do?” He asked, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses just inches away from your throbbing center. God, you were fucking drenched. And it was All. For. Him.

“Yoongi!” You gasped, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy the moment his finger just slight grazed your sweet lips. Your look of pure arousal only urged Yoongi on, making him want to tease you a bit more, just so he could elicit more of your delicious pleas from your saccharine lips.

“What? You haven’t told me what you want yet, darling.” He egged you on, his sinful lips just centimeters away from you, his hot breaths causing your own to stutter in anticipation. He watched as your sex-fuddled mind tried to organize itself just enough to form a coherent sentence, just enough to beg—!

“Open the door,” you finally moaned out, your head snapping backwards when his mouth finally made contact with your—

Wait. What?

“What did you say?” Yoongi questioned out loud, looking at you with his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Open the door? Were you into exhibitionism too?

“Yoongi, open the door!” Your voice sounded oddly muted, as though from far away. Despite your face being contorted in pleasure, you sounded snooty—even a bit nasally, just like when you would nag him to clean the dishes.

“Yoongi, if you don’t fucking wake up, I’m going to chop your dick off!”

And at once, Yoongi’s beautiful wet dream fantasy came to an end. Literally.

“Fucking hell,” Awake Yoongi groused, his hand coming up to push his matted, sweaty hair away from his face. He grimaced as his slightly sticky hand came into contact with his skin, realizing belatedly that he had been masturbating in his sleep again.

What? It happened. Give the dude a break, why don’t you?

Sadly, Yoongi Jr. still seemed to be ready for more action, but judging by the moody glare you were sending straight at him from the bathroom door, he didn’t really have much of choice to deal with his problem.

“What the actual fuck, dude? The doorbell has been ringing for like a minute now. Are you that fucking horny all the time that you gotta rub one out even when you sleep? Fucker,” you growled, before promptly slamming the door to go back to your shower.

Yoongi didn’t even get to appreciate the view before it was gone.

Yoongi screamed at the incessant ringing before standing up and shifting his loose boxers to answer the door. “ALRIGHT YOU FUCKER SHUT UP!” He shouted, stomping grumpily to the door.

“I swear on Namjoon’s assortment of monster dildos that I am going to exterminate whoever is behind that door,” he muttered darkly to himself, his hand almost crushing the metal doorknob from his pure sleepy wrath.

Whoever was behind the door was probably not going to be ready to face the wrath of a bitchy Min Yoongi, incubus extraordinaire. He was both horny and sleepy, not to mention that he had a crick in his neck from sleeping on the couch for the past two weeks (you would rather choke on a dragon penis than sleep beside the perpetually horny incubus).

Suffice to say, a bitch was going to die, and that bitch wasn’t Yoongi. (Although everyone would agree that he is a bitch. Even Namjoon.)

Banging the door open with a grunt, Yoongi didn’t even acknowledge who the person was before yelling an annoyed “GET THE FUCK OUT!” and then instantly slamming the door back on the person’s face. (Patience wasn’t really his strong suit.)

“Who was it?” You yelled from the bathroom, the sound of the shower indicating that you weren’t done. In the corner of Yoongi’s sleep-addled brain, he wondered if he should attempt joining you in your shower before he realized he would much rather stay alive, thank you very much. He’d save Sexual Advance Attempt #27 for tonight when you got home from college.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care!” Yoongi shouted back instead, trudging back to his makeshift bed in the living room. The moment his ass hit the cushion, however, the doorbells came back in full force.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” Yoongi almost cried right then and there, mostly because he just wanted to go to sleep and maybe jack off after. What did an incubus have to do to catch a break around here?

“Just answer the door, fucktard! I’ll cook you an omelette for breakfast instead of those shitty instant pancakes. Now hurry up!” You called back, making a reluctant Yoongi stand up yet again to answer the door. He was getting tired of your shitty instant pancakes.

“I want to die,” Yoongi moaned self-pityingly just as he opened the door yet again for the annoying stranger. “Listen dude, I would really appreciate it if you could stick that hand of yours way up your—“

“Hi neighbor!” Yoongi didn’t even get to finish his thought before a flash of brilliant, heavenly light emanating from the stranger suddenly blasts Yoongi’s retinas into oblivion, the sheer force of this person’s etherealness filling the dim apartment with a strange white glow. Yoongi hissed at the sudden feeling of “blessedness” and “self-righteousness,” rubbing his eyes in pain. After a few more seconds of blinking, Yoongi managed to squint long enough to look at who the fuck was sending him angel vibes right now—

Holy. Fuck.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Yoongi moaned. (Take a shot for every time he moans, but not the fun type of moaning.)

“Oh my, what a surprise! Min Yoongi? What a coincidence that we’d be living right beside each other. I didn’t know you had a residence in the mortal plane!” Kim Seokjin, respected guardian angel from the heavens above, stood in front of the apartment in a crisp white suit, his hair styled to absolute perfection. His initial glow had simmered down considerably by now, leading Yoongi to believe that Seokjin had only removed the glamour around his mortal body in order to momentarily blind him with his “true” form.

What a fucking douchebag.

“You ass. You were trying to blind me, weren’t you?” Yoongi accused, but the smirk on Seokjin’s face was confirmation enough.

“Oh, was my glow that astounding? Maybe you were just surprised by how handsome I am; I get that a lot.” Seokjin grinned cheekily, the sight making Yoongi’s skin prickle with barely restrained rage.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” As expected, Yoongi was not the type for pleasantries.

“Making sure you don’t defile my child,” Seokjin replied smoothly, as he was not the type for small talk either.

Yoongi scoffed, leaning lethargically against the doorframe. “She isn’t even your fucking child, asswipe. You guardian angels are always the same. ‘We protect our children from demons!’ Bullshit. When was the last time you had done any fieldwork, huh?” Yoongi spat, and judging from the way Seokjin flinched just a tiny bit, he had hit the nail right on the mark.

“Say what you want Yoongi, but I am still her protector. The moment she signed that stupid covenant with you, it made me duty-bound to protect her from all demonic beings such as yourself—“

“Blah blah blah, shut the fuck up.” Yoongi cut the angel off, bringing his fingers together to pretend to zip the other man’s lips like a zipper. The angel recoiled at the still sticky fingers of the demon, his eyes bugging out in disgust.

“Why are you fingers wet?” He gasped in horror, a million scenarios already popping up in his imaginative brain. (He may be an angel, but he still had his kinks. Whoops, who said that?)

“I’ll let you think what you want to think, honey.” Yoongi smirked saucily in reply.

The two were still locked in a tense stare down when you finally exited the steamy bathroom, your body refreshed from your hot shower. You watched confusedly as Yoongi and your new neighbor seemed to be radiating a mysterious aura that you couldn’t really identify, but the moment passed instantly when the two men noticed your presence.

“Err, am I interrupting something?” You asked hesitantly, watching the stranger cautiously. You never really took Yoongi’s opinion on anything in high regard, but if someone’s mere presence was enough to make Yoongi’s purple horns pop up in aggression, then maybe it would be safe to be careful as well.

(Yoongi truly was like a cat; every time he felt threatened, his horns popped up to make him look bigger and more “threatening.” You had suggested buying some insoles instead, but your offer was quickly rejected with a quaint ‘fuck off.’)

Seokjin’s aggressive aura simmered down immediately, an angelic smile gracing his perfect face. “Oh, nothing’s happening! Yoongi and I were just having a little chat, that’s all. Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, sidestepping the still fuming incubus to enter your home.

You took a surprised step back at his brazenness, slightly aghast at his sudden entry into your home before a feeling of sudden calm and safety invaded your senses the moment his hand brushed yours in greeting. As if aware of his soothing effect, the smile on Seokjin’s face only widened amicably. “Hello, Y/N is it? I’m Kim Seokjin, and I’m your neighbor from across the hall. Pleasure to meet you.”

“P-pleasure is all mine,” you stammered back, all your blood rushing to your face. You could hear Yoongi scoff at you from behind Seokjin, but you were too busy admiring the perfect specimen in front of you to give too much of a damn.

“I just wanted to come by to say hello. If you need anything...” he trailed off suddenly, his eyes locking with Yoongi’s from the full-body mirror across him. He smirked at Yoongi’s perpetually pissed-off face, before turning back to face you. “I’ll just be next door.”

He patted your head gently, swiveling away to go past Yoongi, who went out of his way to bump Seokjin’s shoulder in a sign of micro aggression. The moment the ends of Seokjin’s stylish Gucci shoes had left the premises, Yoongi immediately slammed the door closed, a barrage of muttered curses leaving his pouty lips. (Was he speaking German?)

“Well. He was something, wasn’t he?” You said as a matter-of-fact, looking amusedly as your miffed incubus directed his glare back at you. You raised your eyebrows in silent question, urging him to explain himself.

The furrow in his brow relaxed slightly, the emotionally draining experience not good for the permanently fatigued demon. “It’s nothing. Our new neighbor was just a bit too rude for my liking,” he said brusquely, taking care to say “neighbor” as if it tasted like dog shit on his tongue.

You scoffed at his complaint. “Him? Rude? Look who’s talking, Mr. I hate any social interaction that requires me to be a decent person for more than one nanosecond.”

He glared at your title, a pathetic pout on his admittedly handsome face. “Whatever. Fuck off, will you? By the way, where is the omelette you promised me? I deserve it after putting off with Mr. Asshole from across the hall.”

Ah, classic Yoongi: always a man with his priorities in check. You decided to chalk up whatever problem Yoongi had with Seokjin to be attributed to his chronic disease, ASUHA syndrome. (It stands for “a stick up his ass.” Classy.)

As you go over to your tiny kitchen to prepare the simmering demon his promised meal, Yoongi couldn’t help but notice the new uniform you were wearing.

Always a man to state the obvious rather than to question it, Yoongi simply stated “Hey. New uniform.”

You snorted at his detective skills, placing a pan on the stove. You expertly crack an egg with one hand, the food immediately sizzling when it hit the pan. “Thanks for noticing, Sherlock. I got a job in the diner near my university, and I took the morning and afternoon shifts so I’ll be coming home late from now on.” You explained, watching your pan carefully.

You were debating on using a pack of mozzarella cheese that you had been planning to save for yourself, but for some unfathomable reason, you decided that you would offer your treasure to the least appreciative asshole in existence. (Please, hold your applause. You knew you were a saint.)

“What the fuck? How am I supposed to eat lunch then?” He groaned, walking over to drape himself across the kitchen counter in probably what he assumed was a sexy pose (hint: it wasn’t).

“Don’t worry, asshole. I’ll leave you $10 on the counter everyday so you can buy yourself some food. Or, you could just cook yourself something but we both know you lack both the mental capacity and energy to do that, so I’d suggest the eating out route.” You snarked, plating the finished omelette on a pink plate.

It was heaven on a platter: cheesy, hot, and with bits of bacon in it—the asshole didn’t even say thank you before devouring the thing in just three bites.

You watched with sick astonishment as he let out the loudest belch you had ever had the displeasure of witnessing. “You? Disgust me,” you shuddered, as Yoongi promptly burped back a quiet ‘fuck you’ before returning to his demon nest which you used to call your couch.

“Don’t hate me ‘cuz you ain’t me.” He replied lazily, grabbing the remote to tune in to some Netflix. (In Yoongi’s opinion, the only thing better than sex was the shitty dramas you humans tended to spew out by the hundreds. But you didn’t hear that from him.) “Speaking of you, why are you taking this job anyway? Did you finally realize that this shithole of an apartment was below human living standards?”

“Are you physically able to not be evil for just one moment of your life?”

“Depends. Would you get turned on if I was?”

“I would immediately cream my pants,” you said with saccharine sweetness, placing the dirty pan in the sink to be cleaned later. You would normally nag Yoongi to wash it, but you were done hoping on a lost cause. “And to answer your question: I’m taking this job because my parents are having a hard time paying for school so I want to lighten their load a bit.”

Yoongi looked up from the television screen long enough to point you a thoughtful look. “How... chivalrous of you.” He jibed, but the taunt had less of a bite than he normally would have injected into his words. Or maybe that was just your sleep deprivation thinking for you.

“Thank you for your recognition; I am unworthy.” Without so much as a proper goodbye, you grabbed your school bag from the doorway, shoved your feet into a pair of your ratty Converse (these weren’t the same ones you had sacrificed, although their general rattiness was almost identical), and left for work.

If Yoongi had noticed that you hadn’t bothered to cook a meal for yourself that morning, then he chose not to question it. It wasn’t his problem, was it?

––♡♡♡––

Over the next few days, things were quite hectic for you with having to balance both work and school—so much so that Yoongi’s attempts at “seducing” you have been reduced to one attempt a day. You had been so busy, in fact, that it was only when you had left the bathroom with your uniform still inside out one morning that Yoongi realized that something was clearly amiss.

“Yo, dingus. Your shirt’s inside out,” he called at you, your hunched form trudging tiredly to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. You only let out a grunt in reply, cracking an egg without even opening your eyes.

Yoongi waited for the retort that never came. He raised an eyebrow in question, padding his way over to you to watch your zombie-like movements. “What, no comeback? Are you that brain dead that you can’t even sass back properly? This must be my lucky day.”

You managed to make your brain function long enough to notice that the eggs were slightly overcooking, before thinking about a suitable comeback.

“Uhhh fashion,” was your eloquent reply; you had formed a full sentence in your brain, but your fatigue had caused the words to buffer slightly along the way.

“What the fuck? Fashion? That didn’t even make sense. What’s up with you?” He questioned as apathetically as he could. Yoongi? Sounding worried? He’d rather get blinded by Jin’s ball sweat than admit that.

“Sorry, I meant to say that you wouldn’t know fashion if it hit you in the face. Because, you don’t even wear a shirt.” You finally finished, while also plating up the eggs for Yoongi in the process. “Here’s your breakfast. I’m gonna go,” you muttered, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks in a weirdly affectionate way. Yoongi slapped your hands away in surprise, but you barely even notice his glare at you.

You? Being affectionate and not bitching him about something mundane and uninteresting? Something was definitely off.

“Y/N? You gonna eat or something? Not that I’m worried about you or anything, but I don’t exactly want you to die or whatever. I’m not really into necrophilia, and all that shit.” He tried expressing his concern as coolly as he possibly could, which was to say that it wasn’t very cool nor subtle at all. Lucky for him, your brain could barely even register any type of outside stimuli that he could have stuck his dick up your ass and you would had been none the wiser.

Well. That might have been a slight exaggeration, but you digress.

“Nah, I’m gonna be late for my shift if I eat. ‘Sides, I feel full seeing you eat. It makes my heart go warm,” you giggled, a little deranged if Yoongi thought about it. Now he was starting to get really scared.

“Y/N? How many hours of sleep did you even get last night? I wasn’t even noisy last night,” he mumbled the last part to himself, alluding to his alone time with Yoongi Jr.

You guessed that had you been more sober and awake, you would have told him to mind his own business. Tired and hungry Y/N, on the other hand? She had no filter whatsoever. “Me? Sleep? What’s that?” You laughed, once again reaching to pinch Yoongi’s cheeks. Man, when did he get so cute all of a sudden? His cheeks were soooo cute. “I was up all night writing my final research essay. Wow, your cheeks are really puffy. How much food have you been eating?”

Yoongi placed a hand worriedly on your forehead. “Yo, dude. You’re kinda burning up. You sure you don’t have time to eat? Here, eat my eggs,” he offered.

The sudden hand contact and almost caring gesture sobered you up for a second. You brushed away his hand, taking a step back. “Err, must be your imagination. Besides, I already told you. I feel full seeing you eat.” You said, an almost too loving smile gracing your gaunt and tired face.

Yoongi snorted. “For your information, I can go days without eating if I have to,” he began, but judging by the loud growl his stomach just so happened to make at that exact moment, he was probably lying.

In the end, you just ended up shooing him away, assuring him that you would eat a big lunch at work and that you’d be home earlier to catch up on sleep. So without further ado, you pinched his cheeks one last time before leaving your apartment, with your shirt still inside out and all.

Yoongi didn’t believe you one bit, but he still had a piping hot plate of omelettes in front of him to devour, so he allowed his worry to dissipate. For now.

––♡♡♡––

Okay, maybe it was time for Yoongi to start worrying, a lot.

After the whole pinching cheeks incident, Yoongi had been observing your behavior over the next couple of weeks. As per usual, you’d wake up before the sun had even peaked over the horizon to start off your day, your tired body dragging itself to the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterwards, whether Yoongi was awake or not, you’d cook him his usual omelette for breakfast (you had stopped buying the shitty instant pancake mix, which was weird because you had never even cared what Yoongi liked or disliked. Ever.) The sound of the eggs sizzling on the pan would surely awaken him by then, and he’d watch quietly as you plated his food on your favourite pink plate.

As per usual, the food was only enough for one person, and it clearly wasn’t you who would be eating it.

Nowadays, your eyes were lined with lavender moons, cheeks hollowed from constant stress, and your lips were perpetually riddled with bloody bites from the countless hours of worrying it with your teeth.

In short, you were big mess. Not even a hot one, at that.

For a while, Yoongi pretended nothing was wrong at first. Once your worn-out figure would enter your humble abode, he’d pounce on you just as he usually would. He’d try all his sexual tactics: running his hands up and down your arms, whispering hotly all of the naughty things he’d do to you, maybe even nibbling your earlobe teasingly.

While you would normally kick his ass and his balls for even looking at you weirdly, nowadays you would just pat his cheek gently and walk away, grabbing your laptop out of your bag and proceeding to the dining table to do your homework.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“...”

“Oy. Dude. Fucktard.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry Yoongz. I was just spacing out. Gotta finish this assignment.”

“You look like you’re going to pass out.”

A pause. “Really? Sorry, just a hard day at work, that’s all.” And that was all you’d say before directing your attention back to your laptop.

Yoongi would watch in mild curiosity as you wrote your essays with an almost vacant look in your eyes, your fingers moving across the keyboard in a robotic fashion.

At first, he thought you were just playing hard to get. Maybe this was some weird tactic you were playing, trying to get him to give up and leave you alone. But as the days kept going and your eyes started to lose its focus and your skin started to gain a deathlike pallor, he eventually realized that he was actually getting nervous for you.

(Although he’d never admit it to you. No way.)

In fact, he was so nervous that he even went to Seokjin to ask if he thought you were acting weird.

Like the asshole that he was, Seokjin just smirked knowingly at Yoongi. “Oh? Is that concern I’m hearing from you? Heartless, sex-crazed Min Yoongi? Caring for another person?”

As expected, the taunt only made Yoongi’s mood worsen. “What the fuck? And you aren’t? Aren’t you supposed to be her guardian angel?” He spat angrily, causing the smirk on Seokjin’s face to fall.

Seokjin only frowned sadly, shaking his head in defeat. “I can’t interfere with her own personal demons.” He answered tiredly.

So, in the end, Yoongi only got more enraged by Seokjin’s general assholed-ness and left his apartment in a huff. He was so angry that he was still fuming by the time you got home that night.

Unused to caring for another person other than himself, he ended up misdirecting his anger at you, spitting an irritated “What took you so long?” as you dropped your bag by the doorway.

He was just about to scold you for being so late because he was getting hungry for his dinner when the sentence gets caught in his throat.

You had only taken one step inside your apartment before your body slumps over like a ragdoll, your head banging on the floor with a sick thud.

Yoongi’s reaction was instantaneous; he ran over to you in a hurry, his hand gently cradling your head in case any further jostling might irritate any possible concussions. The panic that had been steadily rising within him over the course of the week had finally burst, his brain only going at a constant loop of “fuck fuck fuck” as he quickly thought of what to do. Even though you had a weird relationship with each other, he didn’t necessarily want you to die or anything. That would be kinda fucked up.

And so, he carefully picked you up in his arms, his right hand still supporting your head just in case. He brought you to your room and laid you down as gently as he could. The worry bubbling within him slightly lightened when he noticed that no bruise had formed on your head where you had fallen, and so he leaves you to rest and heads to the kitchen.

You did not know for how long you were unconscious for, but you knew that when you finally awaken, it was to the sound of clanging pans and the aroma of cooking food.

You held your head in your palms, the acute throbbing almost making you gasp in pain. Regardless of this, you managed to stand up from your bed and plod over to the kitchen, afraid of what you might find.

Creeping out of your bedroom, you only saw Yoongi’s backside as he swiftly moved around the kitchen, his nimble hands throwing various ingredients into a steaming pot of... stew?

You walked up carefully towards him, but he must have heard your footsteps (your footsteps were as heavy as an elephant’s) because he whipped his head around so quickly that you collapsed right back onto the floor in surprise.

“Motherfuck—what are you doing out of bed?” He snapped, hands on his hips. His angry mother imagery was only completed by the pink frilly apron he was currently wearing, but you had to admit that his bare upper body ruined the image slightly.

“Making sure you don’t burn down my kitchen. Do you even know how to cook?” You snarked, peeking from your position on the floor to see if he was indeed cooking something edible.

Yoongi flicked your forehead, offended by your doubtful words. “I know enough. Now sit THE FUCK down, I’m making us dinner.”

Wait. Us?

“You’re making me dinner too? What for?”

Yoongi paused in his stirring long enough to direct you his driest look. “Are you. Fucking. Kidding. Me?” He snorted, squinting at you. “You look like you haven’t eaten in ten days, which isn’t hard to believe. Did you even eat lunch today?”

You gulped nervously. “Uh, of course I did.”

This time, he lifted the wooden spoon from the pot and tasted the stew before promptly flicking the spoon on your forehead. You grimaced at the slimy utensil, grossed out by his demon saliva. (Ew, were you gonna get demon STDs now? Was that how it worked?)

“That’s probably your dumbest lie yet. Idiot, you left your wallet this morning.”

Oh right. You did. Whoops.

“Ok fine. I skipped lunch and breakfast. I had a sandwich though, if you must know. Now move aside, I’ll cook my own damn food.” You moved to stand up from the floor, but your still weak legs failed you once again. You whined pathetically at Yoongi, pleading for him to lift you up and help you out for once.

“Do you even see yourself right now? You’re literally dying. Do you think you’re physically capable of cooking?”

“I can kick your ass AND cook, so will you help me stand please?”

Sadly, Yoongi once again failed to meet your expectations. Instead, he picked you up easily over his shoulder, and dumped you unceremoniously onto his couch-bed-nest. At first, you prepared yourself to smell the nasty spunk and other bodily fluids most likely emanating from your Yoongi-defiled couch, but you were pleasantly surprised to find it smelling actually... good.

Judging from your surprised face, Yoongi scoffed at what he assumed you were thinking. “For your information, I did the laundry. What do you think I do everyday? Jack off?”

...

“Ok, don’t answer that. Now please sit. Be a good girl for once and let daddy handle everything, all right sweet cheeks?”

“Call me good girl or sweet cheeks ever again and I will castrate you.”

“So I can call myself daddy?”

Yoongi just managed to dodge your weak kick before promptly going back to work. From the couch, you couldn’t help but fidget uncomfortably as Yoongi cooked whatever it was he was cooking.

Feeling your watchful eyes, Yoongi glanced back at you, offering what you assumed was a comforting smile (it was more like a weird mouth twitch) before gesturing at you to sleep while he finished.

Looking around at Yoongi’s self-assembled couch nest, you couldn’t help but admit that it did look kind of...comfortable.

Poking around the blankets and pillows to make sure there were no incriminating stains anywhere, you slowly lowered your head, with your eyes closing right after. It was the smell of Yoongi’s weirdly home-y scent that lulled you off to dreamland.

––♡♡♡––

It was the smell of Yoongi’s delicious kimchi stew that awakened you from dreamland.

And also Yoongi’s bony finger poking you slightly painfully in the cheek. But you digress.

You looked up at him and asked, “How do we even have ingredients for kimchi stew?”

“I stole them from Seokjin when you were unconscious. Now enough questions, eat.” He mothered, scooping some soup onto the spoon and blowing gently on the hot liquid.

Your cheeks flushed at the oddly intimate gesture, the action way too couple-y and sweet to be considered normal. “Yo, I can feed myself, thanks. My legs are weak, but I think I can lift a spoon.”

The doubtful look on Yoongi’s face didn’t disappear even when you took the spoon from him with your own shaky fingers, but you successfully hold the spoon without too much of the soup spilling.

At first, you hesitated as you came face to face with the innocuous-looking liquid, the reddish tint seemingly edible. You brought the spoon to your lips slowly, slurping the soup bit by bit. (In the event that you died, you had a note in your drawer claiming Yoongi as your murderer. Just in case.) The taste hit your tongue immediately, your eyes widening in shock.

“Holy shit Yoongi. It’s actually pretty good. I’m impressed.”

Yoongi hadn’t even noticed he had been holding his breath. “Well. I’m offended you even thought otherwise.”

After your initial uncertainty, you quickly finished the soup without further complaint. The warmth and slight spiciness from the stew filled your stomach with a feeling of comfort and pleasantness, making you sleepy. When you think back to this moment in the future, you will suddenly realize why the soup made you feel so good: it had felt like home. It had felt like love.

Grabbing the empty bowl from your hands, Yoongi placed it into the sink to be washed later, mentally reminding himself to actually do the dishes for once.

He quickly padded over back to you, picking you up in his arms once again to escort you to bed. With a full stomach and tired body, you were too groggy to force him to put you down. Instead, you allowed yourself to enjoy his unusually caring side for once and leave his questionable actions unquestioned.

He placed you carefully onto the bed, wrapping you comfortably in your blanket before he went to join you. You pushed his chest away weakly, complaining that his demon germs were going to get onto your bed.

He flicked your forehead one last time that night. “You think I’m going to let you off alone? Fuck no. Now sleep, I won’t do anything, I promise.”

With the events of today weighing heavily on your eyelids, you eventually let Hypnos take you hostage, all feelings of anxiety escaping you for once.

When you awaken the next morning, you find that the arms around your waist and the pleasant warmth on your back were something you didn’t want to leave.

You wonder for the first time why you hadn’t thought of this sooner.

This will not be the first time you wonder, however. Not at all.

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barbie star light adventure livewatch

over the past couple days, i’ve been reliving my barbiehood with diamond castle and magic of pegasus. i didn’t do a livewatch for those since i’ve seen them already, but i have a fresh one today: barbie star light adventure! the newest barbie movie i’ve seen is princess and the popstar in 2012, so i’m excited to see one of her more recent adventures! :D

ok wow this world is cool! :D

idk what’s going on but it’s cool

barbie looks amazing

the animation has really improved

awww pupcorn is like shiver

oh wow she’s actually called barbie in this one!

lots of people in the comments of a full version on yt said the dad was hot and he’s not really to me? he’s super young tho

barbie: “will pupcorn will transform into a dog?” if pupcorn isn’t a dog... THEN IS SHE A PEEPO?

awww little buddy :)

ooh what work is this barbie?

ok wow levitation through humming? the jedi should try that

pupcorn is so cute and i love him ♥

ok wow she’s pink

idk why it’s pink but it’s cool

lol

cool exposition that barbie probably already knows

dad: "we wanted to raise you in a quieter place” *ANIMALS START CHIRPING*

why is the dad so flipping young

barbie: “i was on fire!” yo barbie so lit

the description said barbie is a princess, but the king sent a message for 2 skilled hoverboarders so she clearly isn’t a princess and is instead a hoverboard champ

nice spit take barbie lol

i wish we could’ve seen the hoverboard games it sounds fun

paraden is a cool name :D

space ranch

lol at the robot

how can stars forget how to dance? is it a metaphor... or lore?

ooh prophecy

barbie: "imagine a world without stars.” just move to the busy city

omg that sky is beautiful ♥

awww little starlight :)

barbie: “it’s scary dad. i’m scared” a little reduntant but awww :(

dad: “everything comes from the heart” words to live by papa ♥

what a pretty music box ♥

ooh song

it sounds surprisingly good

this is like into the unknown

i’m so making gifs of this song the visuals are beautiful! ♥

omg it’s the cloud kingdom from magic of pegasus

oh wow lotta funky space people

omg barbie put pupcorn in her suitcase with no air PUPCORN ABUSE

awww barbie and her dad are so sweet ♥

i hope pupcorn doesn’t transform in the movie HE’S SO CUTE AS HE IS

dad: “good luck... my little starlight” awww ♥

oh no the love interest

yo they’re teleporting epic

wowza she’s in a honeycomb

that pink fairy almost sounded like pinkie pie

oh hey kathleen barr funny seeing you in the third barbie movie i’ve seen this week

OMG I REMEMBER THE PINK ONE AS A DOLL AT TARGET

ooh nice dress

...or not

oh hey it magically adjusted to her noice

awww the locket is such a good tough :)

OH CRAP SHE’S LATE THE FAIRIES ARE GONNA BE SO TICKED

barbie’s gonna be like anna and make an awkward entrance isn’t she

oof what a first impression

hey her pink streak got bigger

and hey the robot pushed her like kai did with anna

oof that was awkward

hey it’s the pink and blue dolls

OMG BARBIE SNORTED THAT’S SO CUTE

barbie: “me? do i look like an entitled royal whose only job is to show up and wave?” yo what a roast

leo is the

yo this sallee chick is cool

barbie thinks so too OTHER LOVE INTEREST I SEE

omg the king guy is encouraging the clapping lol

‘you belong here’ is exactly what honeymaren said to elsa and look what happened DON’T LET THAT HAPPEN LEO

barbie: *doesn’t seem to like the food* *...eats it anyways*

omg she’s gay for sallee yasssssss

she’s so much like anna omg so awkward and adorable

pink/blue girls: “that dress is totally COSMIC!” oh my stars that’s so light

karina makes things light and sharina makes things heavy

telepathic twins huh

leo after barbie said her mom passed away: “this is... awk...ward...”

did sallee call leo FLYBOY OMG:

DON’T LISTEN TO KARINA SITTING DOWN AT THE TABLE WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED IT’S DISTURBING

oh wow barbie chose red huh? i guess it’s the closest to pink

fading food sounds cool

barbie: “we have everything you have” *doesn’t know what utensil to use*

yo sallee is savage af

wait pupcorn is the species name?

barbie: “how do you dance to a lullaby?” it’s a waltz you uncultured space gal

omg barbie and leo are so awkward

barbie: “you just have to feel the beat!” ...to a waltz?

cool clapping

hey it’s like the beginning cafeteria song in eqg

YO NOW THERE’S A SICK BEAT YO

barbie: “the king doesn’t make the rules on how to dance!” the king: “THIS IS NOT. HOW. YOU. DANCE!” lol

ketchup and sour cream? ew? (and why is it not space-themed?)

ew she eats ketchup and sour cream on everything?

awww dad is so supportive :)

woah cool hoverboard moves sallee

hey they’re having fun! :D

the sky is so pretty omg ♥

they both came there to fix the stars ♥

hey this robot is like c3p0 and the lights are like the map from force awakens

shocking the stars back to order sounds sort of villainy...?

barbie and leo are doing kung fu on a purple block thing cool cool

the twins: “that was astromazing!” ugh...

hey the robot is named artemis do you think he knows cats on the moon?

wowza it’s like a roller coaster for hoverboards

sallee has done harder tracks since she was 5 how

yo what’s leo doing

barbie: “wow! :o” someone’s in loooove

barbie: “let’s work together!” isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing sorta?

“go team go!”

OH NO SHEENA’S GONNA BE DED

oh good she’s not

the king: “they seem ready for anything.” leo: “i’m ready for dinner!”

the track: wait there’s more! :D

if sallee won the race then wouldn’t karina?

omg barbie and sallee are talking alone

why is sallee’s hair in a long ponytail when her hair was in short cropped hair earlier?

OMG IS PUPCORN BECOMING A CAT

HE’S A CATCORN

rip pupcorn he was a great pupper :/ (although i like catcorn)

catcorn can’t fly i take that back

♫ we’re gonna have a montage... a fly training montaaaage! ♫

the king: “bhar-beh”

yo the king seriously seems like a villain and it’s not just because he’s a jerk to barbie he just has a bad vibe to him

the twins: “galacticly.. awesome!” ugh....

the king wants them to capture a starlion and barbie doesn’t want to THAT’S SUPER VILLAINY DON’T YA THINK

sallee to leo: “no pressure flyboy” ;)

hey they’re at the space grand canyon cool

nice twin trolling leo :D

OMG IS THAT BIG THING A STARLION

awww it’s sorta cute

hey the starlion likes the beat :)

hey it’s song time!

OH NO THEY’RE CAPTURING IT AFTER ALL THAT WTF GUYS

i agree with barbie THIS ISN’T RIGHT

awwww she’s so nice :)

the king ain’t happy tho

the king: “why would you go against my orders?” ‘cuz you a bish

oh he wanted a starlion to guide them to the galaxy ohhhhh

BUT HE DIDN’T EXPLAIN IT TO THEM AT ALL SO HE’S STILL A BISH

awww catcorn comforting barbie :( ♥

it’s the music locket! :)

listen to your heart barbie yas! :D

i know i said this earlier but the sky is beautiful af ♥

the king: “she’s not your equal. she’s not a champion!” sallee: “no. she’s better.” awww :)

OMG IT’S THE STARLION

YO HE’S GONNA EAT THE KING YASSSSS

or not ok that was fleetingly short victory

HE REINSTATED BARBIE VICTORY RETURNED! :D

and she’s leader now yay!

her pink streak gets smaller then bigger is it because she’s using her power? hmmm...

leo plz don’t sing :(

yay barbie’s singing the locket song! :D

it’s so nice :)

although it doesn’t sound like her voice at all or like a voice that would be coming out of her mouth at real time but it has nice lyrics

hey leo’s joining in

they all sound autotuned now that’s a bit annoying but oh well song’s nice

journey time! :D

the starlion is best protector

yo it’s a weird planet

and the controls are touch screen with a pic of the ship? coolio

the king said ‘it’s almost time!’ that sounds villainy againnnn...

hey they’re surrounded by spiky pink coronavirus

hey catcorn is flying! :D

lol at the king getting zapped

THANKS FOR SCREWING EVERYTHING UP KING

leo: “hey this looks like a button! I’m gonna push it!” did they ever teach you about buttons mr leo

wowza this is pretty

leo: “don’t start panicking. ...ok start panicking!” lol

ok wow they’re in the galaxy heart and even they think it’s beautiful!

the king: “step aside while i save the galaxy!” oh shut up you

something is gonna go wrong isn’t it

I WAS RIGHT IT’S GETTING WORSE YOU KING YOU

KING WHAT DID YOU DO

ALL THE STARS ARE FREAKING GONE THE FRICK DID YOU DO

awww barbie cuddled one close to her :(

WAIT WHAT’S THAT HUMMING

oh no why did barbie close her eyes

omg light ray

omg the stars are being saved

now it’s really like into the unknown barbie just did a light twirl

is the song her mom’s spirit or something? that would be cool

omg she transformed is this like show yourself

barbie is the star spirit now

wow this is stunning

YO STAR EXPLOSIONNNNNNNNNNN

SHE DID ITTTTTTTT

BARBIE SAVED THE WORLDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

OMG HER DAD SAW HER DAD SAW HER TRIUMPH

omg artemis is crying ♥

barbie gave the king a sad brief frown is she gonna forgive him

THEY’RE TALKING HE’S CHASTISING HER AND WEAVED IT INTO A COMPLEMENT

they’re friends now this is great ;D

they just did hyperspeed star wars who

barbie’s late again

AND SO IS SALLEE??????

it’s not awkward like the first time thank you

sallee: “they’re cheering for you!” barbie: “they’re cheering for us.”

DAD’S HERE YAY!: D

barbie doesn’t know how she’s a princess i love that ♥

the king is so awkward at dancing :D

of course the robot does the robot

barbie’s having fun and i love that :D

narrator who?

what a pretty sky ♥

and a great movie! :D

that was surprisingly great since it’s a new barbie movie. i’m knocking off half a point because the lore wasn’t really explained in the beginning (but started to make sense later on) and the twins get half a point off because they were a little annoying. the highest score i give movies is a 9/10 (no movie is perfect) so this movie is an 8/10! it’s easily one of my favorite barbie movies and it might even be in the top 3! what a fun adventure in the stars! :D

#livewatch #barbie star light adventure

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