āĖā¹ā some basic info: you can call me haunty, haunted, robin, robbie, calypso, venus, or birdy <3 | minor | a taurus born in may | intp-t | writer kid | slytherin | art enjoyer | i like chocolate, cats, rain, books, & Times New Roman font! | godly parent is Hades
things i adore <3
āāĖļ½”ā artists/bands: 6arelyhuman | alex g | arctic monkeys | beabadoobee | bears in trees | bo burnham | carpetgarden | cavetown | conan gray | frankie cosmos | girl in red | good kid | grlwood | jack stauber's micropop | james marriott | lana del ray | laura les | lemon demon | lyn lapid | mccafferty | mitski | mickey darling | maneskin | mxmtoon | maneskin |pinkpanthress | psychedelic porn crumpets | ricky jamaraz | rio romeo | surf curse | the royston club | the smiths | the strokes | tv girl | tyler, the creator | tally hall | wallows | weezer
āāĖļ½”ā albums/eps: who really cares | french exit | if i could make it go quiet | favorite worst nightmare | am | bury me at makeout creek | puberty 2 | worm food | sleepy head | hot fuss | be the cowboy | are we there yet? | bitter tongues | coasting | hazbin hotel soundtrack | good kid 4 | beachboy | rush! (are u coming?) | the queen is dead | hatful of hollow | buds | summer's over | flower boy | pinkerton
āāĖļ½”ā songs: sailor song | heaven knows i'm miserable now | deceptacon | i just threw out the love of my dreams | 505 | my love mine all mine | mis | mary | things to do | bottom | alligator skin boots | tear you apart | sister | stayed gone | basket case | mayonaka no door | red light indicates doors are secured | goodbye, my danish sweetheart | taking what's not yours | nobody | drunk walk home | not allowed | lovers rock | american river | over & over | hey lover
āāĖļ½”ā books: if we were villains | the starless sea | heartstopper | hooky | pride & prejudice | the night circus | i fell in love with hope | radio silence | solitaire | loveless | i was born for this | nick & charlie
āāĖļ½”ā films: coraline | opal | shop: a pop opera | corpse bride | hunger games
āāĖļ½”ā shows: total drama island | over the garden wall | friends | family matters | fresh prince of bel-air
Ėļ½”ā games: deltarune | undertale | animal crossing | little nightmares | pikmin | doodle jump | unravel | unravel two | five nights at freddy's
āāĖļ½”ā characters: charlie spring | victoria spring | michael holden | tao xu | aled last | darcy olsen | elle argent | tara jones | nick nelson | lorenzo berkshire | mattheo riddle | tom riddle | keroppi | papyrus | cinnamaroll | pompompurin | pochacco | opal
āāĖļ½”ā activities: making art | reading | writing | walking in the rain | contemplating the meaning of life | singing | listening to music | being with my friends
āāĖļ½”ā extras: masterlist | about me | dni | mutuals | other things | what i'll write | my family | people you should follow
credits to @daydream-of-a-wallflower for the blog layout idea!
hi my loves, if you could reblog this post, iād really appreciate it <3 itās a little insane how comfortable people are getting with criticizing what kind of content other people decide to put out.
at the end of the day, writing fanfiction is a hobby. itās not a job, itās not something we are rewarded for. itās something we do for our own fun, whether that be writing fluff, angst, or smut, itās for our own enjoyment. you cannot complain about the fandom being āclogged upā by one specific genre. for example, if the majority of a fandom wants to write smut, then thatās that. thatās what they want to write, thatās what they feel most inspired by in that moment. you donāt get to dictate what other people decide to do with their own hobby, and complaining about it is just as bad. to be frank, if you try to do that, you are incredibly annoying and honestly very childish.
and another thing that relates hereāpeople complaining about who certain fics are targeted for. believe me, i understand that itās frustrating to not be able to find many male!reader fics. i understand expressing disappointment about that. but what is entirely different here, is complaining about how other writers donāt write male!reader. how are you gonna sit there on your ass and whine about other people not catering to a demographic they donāt even fit into themselves? many writers donāt write male!reader because they feel they do not know how to capture the male/mlm experience properly and do it justice, while others donāt do it because they simply do not enjoy writing it. either way, that is completely valid. people should only be writing things they genuinely want to write and enjoy, not things that cater to your specific needs. and it really bugs me in the harry potter fandom specifically because this fandom is so big. if you just looked under the right tags, you could find as many male!reader fics or as many non-smut fics as you wanted, but instead youāre out here bitching about how what other people write isnāt up to your standards.
if you want something different so bad, write your own shit. sorry to be blunt about it.
a bit tangential and rambling, but since iāve been sitting on thoughts surrounding this topic for a while i figured now is as good of time as any. sorry for potentially hijacking your post babes
as a queer person who has always felt a bit unwelcome in most spaces, including the slytherin boys fandom, i completely understand wanting to complain about it. and iād be willing to bet a large portion of the people wanting representation are trans and nonbinary people, who want to feel included in a fandom they enjoy. does it frustrate me that the vast majority of content in the fandom is centered on an, oftentimes hyperfeminine, womanās perspective? yes. does that mean i should attempt to strong arm real, actual people into writing what i want? no.
so, what are some solutions to this problem? first and foremost, do not harass any creators over what they do or do not want to create. these are real people behind the screen and harassing anyone is never okay, for any reason. now that thatās out of the way:
1. write the content you want to see. this one is the obvious. itās how you start to build more of a community for these demographics in the fandom. i know this isnāt always helpful advice for people who canāt or donāt want to write, so:
2. support masc and gender neutral content creators. i want to scream this from the rooftops. i have seen so many genuine masterpieces written for m!readers that will more than likely never receive the fanfare that straight fics will. i have personally experienced this, some of my favorite pieces iāve dedicated months to, overwhelmingly underperform because they are mlm.
if you want more male!reader content, you have to support the small number of us who already write it. reblog fics, comment, make requests, whatever you want. iām linking to my rec list for m! & gn! content, please check these people out and add to the list if you know someone i missed.
and to my lovely mutuals and f!reader creators, it genuinely means the world to me when you do write gn! or m!reader fics. itās hard to adequately express how much i appreciate feeling seen and recognized by those pieces. and for anyone who doesnāt want to write for those demographics, it is equally as appreciated when you reblog a m! or gn!reader fic, when you support our work on your platform.
wanted to reblog this too because this used to happen to me a while ago back when i wrote for wilbur, but it really is annoying when people complain about you not writing male/mlm fics.
for context, a while back (back when i wrote for wilbur soot), i wrote a male!reader x wilbur fic, and realized soon after that i didn't do it proper justice and decided that i wasn't going to write for male readers anymore. i deleted a lot of the answered asks, but a bunch of people were mad at me because of that, and one person said, and i quote, "if you claim to be genderfluid and won't write from a male perspective, then you're not really genderfluid."
first off, no. not how that works. i wasn't born as a cis man or a gay man, and therefore haven't had the mlm/male experience, so i could never accurately write for that POV, but that doesn't mean I'm not genderfluid. second of all, i understand people's frustration, but if you want that fic to be written so bad, request it! find someone who writes for that POV or trope! or try and write it yourself! third, again, I understand people being tired of constantly seeing f!reader fics, I get that, but it's easier and more comfortable for some people, and in a way, it's respecting boundaries. if you can't deal with someone not fitting into your criteria for a writer, then here's a bright idea: don't follow them!!
You slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by the blurry sight of...no, the room wasn't blurry. You blinked a few times until your vision was clear.
The room you were in looked completely opposite of the hotel; the walls and furniture were hot pink and purple, there had to be at least fifty pillows on the bed, and a small pig was asleep next to you.
"Why is there a pig..." you whispered to yourself before sighing, body weighed down by exhaustion.
Bones aching, you slowly stood up and wandered over to what you guessed was the bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were a messāyour wings were shredded and sticky with honey-colored blood, your eyes were droopy and bloodshot, and small bruises and cuts littered your arms and legs. You were also now in a tank top and pajama shorts that were clearly meant for someone taller. Any blood that had been on your face was wiped off hastily, a few smears near your mouth and eyebrow.
"Oh, you're up," a voice said from the doorway, causing you to jump and whip your head around. There stood a tall...spider? He laughed at your reaction. "I don't bite, toots. Unless ya want me to, but I doubt it."
"Are you a spider?" you blurted. "Sorry, sorry, that was rudeā"
"No, you're fine," the spider(?) chuckled. "A humanoid spider, I guess. Call me Angel, toots, 'kay? A lot easier than 'spider boy.'"
"O-Okay," you nodded. "Where...where am I?"
"Well, whaddya remember?" Angel asked, sitting on the bed.
"I...I remember coming to the hotel," you said slowly, "and I knocked...knocked on the door, and this blonde girl was all...all worked up and asked if I was okay, and then she called Luciferāoh my word, where's Lucifer?"
"Woah, woah, settle down," Angel Dust laughed. "He was worried about ya too, as soon as ya came in. Charlieāthat was the blonde chickāsent him up to his room and told him to wait till ya woke up."
"What time is it?" you murmured.
"8:45," Angel Dust said, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand.
"AM?" you asked. When he nodded, you sighed wearily. "I slept all that time?"
"Ya knocked out at around 5:45, 6:00," Angel Dust shrugged. "You were snoring, though," he laughed.
"Oh my stars, is this your room?" you said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to force you out of your room."
"It's alright, don't worry," Angel Dust held a pair of his hands up and shook his head. "I slept in Husky's room," he added like you were supposed to know who that was. He stood and opened the door for you. "C'mon, let's get you breakfast." You slowly walked out of the room and down the stairs, where there was a television and a few couches.
"Oh, you're awake!" the happy blonde girlāher name was Charlie, rightābeamed. She took your hands and sat you down on one of the sofas. "Gosh, you must be starving! We'll get you breakfast andāooh, wait, how about we take you to a breakfast place? You could get a mini tour of Hell!"
"She's dazed, Charlie," Angel Dust said, "give 'er a few."
"No, it's fine," you shook your head, "I'll go. Who would be going?"
"Oh, right! I should introduce you to everyone!" Charlie laughed. She pulled your hands to stand you up before pointing at the bar. "That's Husk, the one sleeping over there. He's our bartender. A very 'tough love' sorta guy, but you two will get along great! And you've already met Angel! That's Vaggieāshe's my girlfriendāshe's the one on that couch over there, and I think Alastor's up in his room. Niffty's the little one near the bar."
"Playing with the dead...bugs?" you said slowly with confusion.
"Eugh...yeah," Charlie grimaced. "Angel, do you have any more clothes she can borrow? We should probably go clothes shopping too..."
You sat quietly in the booth, meeting the eyes that were staring at you (Charlie and Angel Dust).
"So, do people fuck in Heaven?" Angel Dust blurted.
You stayed quiet, your cheeks flushing profusely. "Um...Charlie, is--is your father alright?"
"Yeah, he's okay!" Charlie nodded. "He was really rattled when he saw you. Not in a bad way! He was constantly asking about you, wondering if you were okay. He was actually the one who got you into Angel's pajamas."
"That's nice," you smiled. You looked at the water in front of you. "Is the water in Hell...cursed?"
Your face flushed as you took a cautious sip of the water. To your surprise, it was quite nice.
"Did you order anything to eat?" Charlie asked.
"I don't know what any of the food is," you said. "I only recognized bacon, so I ordered a side of that."
"Oh, don't worry, you can have some of mine!" Charlie beamed.
"I'm alright," you shook your head. "I'm not very hungry." You looked up when the waiter came and accepted your food graciously. The bacon looked relatively normal and smelled fine, save for the fact that it was dripping with grease. You took small bites of the piece in your hand, your nails scratching the napkin in your lap.
"If you don't mind me asking," Charlie said, "how did you and my dad meet?"
///
You were sitting on the edge of the small pond in the Garden of Eden, staring curiously at the small, fluffy, yellow creatures swimming about.
"Admiring my creations?" Lucifer laughed, floating down to you.
"What are they?" you asked, staring at the creatures still.
"I call them ducks," Lucifer said as he sat, the smile evident in his voice. "Those are babies. I think I'll call them 'ducklings'. That sounds good, Y/N?"
"Yeah," you smiled, looking up at him. "I like them." You looked back at the ducks. "I think the other angels will like them, don't you think?"
Lucifer sighed nervously. "The higher-ups want me to stop making these new things. They said my ideas were too dangerous. I just think they hate creativity." He laughed.
You chuckled with him. "Well, I certainly don't."
///
"What's your name?" a voice called out, startling you.
Your head snapped up, eyes a little wider now. You stared at the small boy in front of you; his blond hair was nearly white, and he was wearing a white robe that dragged behind him. He looked curious.
"Y/N," you squeaked out. You were both little at that time, but you acted like he was an adult with how nervous you were. "What's yours?"
"Lucifer," he smiled. "But my friends call me Luci. Well, if I had a lot of friends, I bet they would."
"I can call you Luci," you offered.
"Really?" the boy beamed. He skipped over to you and looked down at your toys. "Whatcha playing?"
"I'm making a castle," you said, handing him a blue block. "You can make one. I have dollies, too."
"Is this the princess?" Lucifer picked up a doll with a pink dress. "Does she live in your castle?"
"Mhm," you nodded. "You can make a castle for the prince doll."
"Are the prince and princess in love?" Lucifer asked.
"Probably," you shrugged. "They can have a wedding, too, once he rescues her from the dragon."
"There's a dragon?" Lucifer gasped. "Don't worry, princess, Barnabus the Knight will come to the rescue!"
///
"Childhood friends," you said simply. "We were close before he...you know."
Best friends. Soulmates. Mourners.
"I bet you missed him," Charlie said sympathetically. "I'm sorry about that."
"I was sad then," you said, sipping the water. "I'm fine now."
I'd never wept so hard in my life.
They heard my screams and thought I was being murdered.
"We can have you talk to him when we get back," Charlie offered. "How does that sound?"
"Lovely," you smiled. "That'd be lovely."
You found the door that Charlie had described to you and took a shaky breath before knocking once.
The door slowly creaked open a fraction, and a sliver of an eye could be seen in the crack before the door swung open.
"Y-Y/N," Lucifer gasped. He was trembling, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. Did they always have bags under them?
You both stood there in silence for some time before a gut-wrenching sob ripped itself from your throat. Though it was a habit, you couldn't bear to cover your face; if this was all a dream, you needed to ensure that you could see him for as long as possible. Lucifer's face contorted into a pain-ridden look of sympathy before he sobbed with you, catching you in his arms as you crumpled.
"I missed you," you whispered. "I missed you so much."
"You came back," Lucifer wept, his hand running through your hair as though he believed it to all be fake. "You're back, you're really back."
"I tried to make them listen," you sobbed, pleading, almost. What you were pleading for was unclear even to you. "I swear, I tried to make them understand, but they didn't listenā"
"Shh," Lucifer soothed through his cries. "I know, I know. You always try so hard."
"They never listen," you bit back what felt like a shriek stuck in your throat.
Saw a post that said "I think Angel really loves when people are soft with Fat Nuggets" and it got me thinking.
What if Valentino used to threaten Angel's pet when he didn't do as he told. Imagine, after 20 hours of filming, Val holding up the squealing pig, just out of reach of Angel, and screaming at him that he would tear him apart and force Angel to eat the remains if he didn't go out there right this moment and put on a good show.
And then imagine in the hotel, one day Fat Nuggets wanders out of his room. And Angel is frantic, searching everywhere, halfway to tears. But he comes down to the bar and finds the pig snuggled up in Husk's lap, the Bartender talking quietly to him.
Husk: Maybe if you could breathe fire, it would be worth it, but I'm afraid nobody's gonna pay ya to sit around and eat little cubes of cheese off the counter all day. Not that I mind the company, of course...
hey considering the fact that we know blitz ran into his mom's tent to try and save her from the fire do you think that him trying to hold her together while she burned actually happened. like was that part of the vision rooted in memory do you think. do you think that's how he got the burn scars on his hands.
Blitz: i'm a real sick freak, a real fucked up kinda puppy, i'm into all kinds of problematic shit. yeah, i'll surrender to your loving embrace. yeah i'll curl up in your arms. yeah, that's right slut, stroke my hair and tell me you love me for who i've become. i-ignore the sobbing, it's all part of my twisted psychosexual game
You slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by the blurry sight of...no, the room wasn't blurry. You blinked a few times until your vision was clear.
The room you were in looked completely opposite of the hotel; the walls and furniture were hot pink and purple, there had to be at least fifty pillows on the bed, and a small pig was asleep next to you.
"Why is there a pig..." you whispered to yourself before sighing, body weighed down by exhaustion.
Bones aching, you slowly stood up and wandered over to what you guessed was the bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were a messāyour wings were shredded and sticky with honey-colored blood, your eyes were droopy and bloodshot, and small bruises and cuts littered your arms and legs. You were also now in a tank top and pajama shorts that were clearly meant for someone taller. Any blood that had been on your face was wiped off hastily, a few smears near your mouth and eyebrow.
"Oh, you're up," a voice said from the doorway, causing you to jump and whip your head around. There stood a tall...spider? He laughed at your reaction. "I don't bite, toots. Unless ya want me to, but I doubt it."
"Are you a spider?" you blurted. "Sorry, sorry, that was rudeā"
"No, you're fine," the spider(?) chuckled. "A humanoid spider, I guess. Call me Angel, toots, 'kay? A lot easier than 'spider boy.'"
"O-Okay," you nodded. "Where...where am I?"
"Well, whaddya remember?" Angel asked, sitting on the bed.
"I...I remember coming to the hotel," you said slowly, "and I knocked...knocked on the door, and this blonde girl was all...all worked up and asked if I was okay, and then she called Luciferāoh my word, where's Lucifer?"
"Woah, woah, settle down," Angel Dust laughed. "He was worried about ya too, as soon as ya came in. Charlieāthat was the blonde chickāsent him up to his room and told him to wait till ya woke up."
"What time is it?" you murmured.
"8:45," Angel Dust said, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand.
"AM?" you asked. When he nodded, you sighed wearily. "I slept all that time?"
"Ya knocked out at around 5:45, 6:00," Angel Dust shrugged. "You were snoring, though," he laughed.
"Oh my stars, is this your room?" you said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to force you out of your room."
"It's alright, don't worry," Angel Dust held a pair of his hands up and shook his head. "I slept in Husky's room," he added like you were supposed to know who that was. He stood and opened the door for you. "C'mon, let's get you breakfast." You slowly walked out of the room and down the stairs, where there was a television and a few couches.
"Oh, you're awake!" the happy blonde girlāher name was Charlie, rightābeamed. She took your hands and sat you down on one of the sofas. "Gosh, you must be starving! We'll get you breakfast andāooh, wait, how about we take you to a breakfast place? You could get a mini tour of Hell!"
"She's dazed, Charlie," Angel Dust said, "give 'er a few."
"No, it's fine," you shook your head, "I'll go. Who would be going?"
"Oh, right! I should introduce you to everyone!" Charlie laughed. She pulled your hands to stand you up before pointing at the bar. "That's Husk, the one sleeping over there. He's our bartender. A very 'tough love' sorta guy, but you two will get along great! And you've already met Angel! That's Vaggieāshe's my girlfriendāshe's the one on that couch over there, and I think Alastor's up in his room. Niffty's the little one near the bar."
"Playing with the dead...bugs?" you said slowly with confusion.
"Eugh...yeah," Charlie grimaced. "Angel, do you have any more clothes she can borrow? We should probably go clothes shopping too..."
You sat quietly in the booth, meeting the eyes that were staring at you (Charlie and Angel Dust).
"So, do people fuck in Heaven?" Angel Dust blurted.
You stayed quiet, your cheeks flushing profusely. "Um...Charlie, is--is your father alright?"
"Yeah, he's okay!" Charlie nodded. "He was really rattled when he saw you. Not in a bad way! He was constantly asking about you, wondering if you were okay. He was actually the one who got you into Angel's pajamas."
"That's nice," you smiled. You looked at the water in front of you. "Is the water in Hell...cursed?"
Your face flushed as you took a cautious sip of the water. To your surprise, it was quite nice.
"Did you order anything to eat?" Charlie asked.
"I don't know what any of the food is," you said. "I only recognized bacon, so I ordered a side of that."
"Oh, don't worry, you can have some of mine!" Charlie beamed.
"I'm alright," you shook your head. "I'm not very hungry." You looked up when the waiter came and accepted your food graciously. The bacon looked relatively normal and smelled fine, save for the fact that it was dripping with grease. You took small bites of the piece in your hand, your nails scratching the napkin in your lap.
"If you don't mind me asking," Charlie said, "how did you and my dad meet?"
///
You were sitting on the edge of the small pond in the Garden of Eden, staring curiously at the small, fluffy, yellow creatures swimming about.
"Admiring my creations?" Lucifer laughed, floating down to you.
"What are they?" you asked, staring at the creatures still.
"I call them ducks," Lucifer said as he sat, the smile evident in his voice. "Those are babies. I think I'll call them 'ducklings'. That sounds good, Y/N?"
"Yeah," you smiled, looking up at him. "I like them." You looked back at the ducks. "I think the other angels will like them, don't you think?"
Lucifer sighed nervously. "The higher-ups want me to stop making these new things. They said my ideas were too dangerous. I just think they hate creativity." He laughed.
You chuckled with him. "Well, I certainly don't."
///
"What's your name?" a voice called out, startling you.
Your head snapped up, eyes a little wider now. You stared at the small boy in front of you; his blond hair was nearly white, and he was wearing a white robe that dragged behind him. He looked curious.
"Y/N," you squeaked out. You were both little at that time, but you acted like he was an adult with how nervous you were. "What's yours?"
"Lucifer," he smiled. "But my friends call me Luci. Well, if I had a lot of friends, I bet they would."
"I can call you Luci," you offered.
"Really?" the boy beamed. He skipped over to you and looked down at your toys. "Whatcha playing?"
"I'm making a castle," you said, handing him a blue block. "You can make one. I have dollies, too."
"Is this the princess?" Lucifer picked up a doll with a pink dress. "Does she live in your castle?"
"Mhm," you nodded. "You can make a castle for the prince doll."
"Are the prince and princess in love?" Lucifer asked.
"Probably," you shrugged. "They can have a wedding, too, once he rescues her from the dragon."
"There's a dragon?" Lucifer gasped. "Don't worry, princess, Barnabus the Knight will come to the rescue!"
///
"Childhood friends," you said simply. "We were close before he...you know."
Best friends. Soulmates. Mourners.
"I bet you missed him," Charlie said sympathetically. "I'm sorry about that."
"I was sad then," you said, sipping the water. "I'm fine now."
I'd never wept so hard in my life.
They heard my screams and thought I was being murdered.
"We can have you talk to him when we get back," Charlie offered. "How does that sound?"
"Lovely," you smiled. "That'd be lovely."
You found the door that Charlie had described to you and took a shaky breath before knocking once.
The door slowly creaked open a fraction, and a sliver of an eye could be seen in the crack before the door swung open.
"Y-Y/N," Lucifer gasped. He was trembling, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. Did they always have bags under them?
You both stood there in silence for some time before a gut-wrenching sob ripped itself from your throat. Though it was a habit, you couldn't bear to cover your face; if this was all a dream, you needed to ensure that you could see him for as long as possible. Lucifer's face contorted into a pain-ridden look of sympathy before he sobbed with you, catching you in his arms as you crumpled.
"I missed you," you whispered. "I missed you so much."
"You came back," Lucifer wept, his hand running through your hair as though he believed it to all be fake. "You're back, you're really back."
"I tried to make them listen," you sobbed, pleading, almost. What you were pleading for was unclear even to you. "I swear, I tried to make them understand, but they didn't listenā"
"Shh," Lucifer soothed through his cries. "I know, I know. You always try so hard."
"They never listen," you bit back what felt like a shriek stuck in your throat.
You stood trembling before Heaven's council, Sera's gaze piercing your soul.
How could this happen? Why couldn't they just listen?
"Sera, please, let me-" you started.
"Don't interrupt," another angel hissed. Saint Michael, from what you could tell. The angels sat in their chairs much higher above you, so much that faces were hard to distinguish.
"Do you understand the severity of what you've done?" Sera said coldly. "Attempting to kidnap exterminators? Siding with a criminal?"
"Lucifer isn't a criminal!" you cried, tears burning in your eyes.
"Don't shout," Michael snapped. "You are in no position to use such a tone."
"There is an overpopulation crisis in Hell," Sera sighed. "You know this, Y/N. You were an exterminator yourself."
"I'm ashamed of it," you said bitterly through clenched teeth.
"Be that as it may," Sera said, a twinge of anger in her voice, "you once were reasonable and followed Heaven's rules. And now, here you are, defying our rules." She shook her head. "I'm disappointed, Y/N. You used to have such great potential." When you said nothing, she added, "You may speak."
"Forgive me for my tone," you said, "but how can you all sit here and call yourselves 'superior' when every day, you kill innocent people in Hell?"
"They are not innocent, Y/N," Sera huffed, "that's why they're there."
"You don't know that!" you shouted, your voice cracking at the end as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. "You don't know the life they could've had!" You paused to wipe your cheeks. "I saw children being killed, Sera. Imps and hellhounds being slaughtered, and for what? They did nothing. They were just children, and these 'angels' kill them in cold blood."
"Sinners don't deserve kindness, Y/N," Lute said, flying down to be just above you. "You knew this, you used to kill them."
"Do you know how guilty I felt?" you sobbed. "Killing them while they begged for mercy, trembling in fear. People pleading with me to not kill their loved ones and then shrieking when I was forced to." You moved past Lute. "How can any of you consider yourselves angels when you let this happen? How can you consider yourselves entirely pure when you turn a blind eye to genocide?" You laughed bitterly. "You all fucking disgust me."
"That is enough!" Sera shouted, her voice echoing in the cold room. "Y/N, you have two choices: apologize to this entire court and go back to exterminating like you wish to, or be banished from Heaven. Pick your poison."
"B-banished?" you faltered. "Sera, please, let's-"
"I say banish her," Michael announced. "She chooses to empathize with filth? Let her mingle amongst them."
"Sera, please!" you begged.
Your pleads were met with an empty look from Sera before guards were ordered to remove you.
No.
"Sera, please!" you screamed, thrashing against the guards' grips. "Somebody, please, have mercy! I'm sorry, please, let me live, let me stay!"
"You used to call me your daughter, Sera!" you screamed, the sound so loud your throat hurt after.
Sera whipped around to glare at you, a fire in her eyes unlike anything you've seen before. "Take her away!" she shouted once more. "Let her be with the sinners, since she seems to want nothing more!"
The last thing you saw before you were thrown down were the golden gates of Heaven slamming shut.
And then, everything was black and cold.
You tried to flap your wings, but it did no use, the wind from the speed of your fall ripping off chunks of feathers. You screamed like someone would hear you, shrieking until your scratchy voice gave out almost completely. You closed your eyes and wrapped your wings around your body, prepared for the slam of the ground to rattle your body.
And then you felt...nothing?
You slowly opened your eyes to see the bustling, neon landscape of the Pride ring. Women stood outside of clubs and bars, dressed provocatively with either a cigarette in their mouth or a flask in their hand, offering 'services' to the residents (which made your face flush immensely), store windows were broken either from a robbery or a fight, and gunshots echoed in the distance. You stood up shakily, every fiber in your being feeling like it had been ignited, brushed the dirt and grub off of you before making your way to look for something to keep yourself warm with. Multiple men came up to you, assuming you were also offering services, and you had to say "no thank you!" at least 15 times before you were able to stop someone and ask for directions.
"Excuse me, um...miss?" you guessed. "Do you know of any clothing stores nearby? I need a coat or a cloak of some kind."
"Of course, dear!" the woman smiled, pointed teeth curling into a warm smile. "My word, you look beaten up! I'll take you to Cannibal Town, get you something nice to eat, like fingers or something."
"No, thank you!" you said squeamishly. "I-I'm not hungry, I just need a coat."
"Only if you're sure, dearie," she shrugged. "If you keep walking a bit until you reach those two alleyways, turn left and then make a right. You should be able to find a clothing store down there. Tell 'em Auntie Rosie sent you."
"Okay, thank you so much, miss," you let out a sigh of relief before forcing your sore legs to run, not wanting to be caught up in any sort of crime.
When you did finally reach the clothing store, you staggered up to the counter and weakly said, "I *pant* need a *pant pant* need a coat *pant* Rosie sent me..."
The bunny demon looked at you quizically before shrugging. "Go find whatever you want. It'll be free of charge." She went back to scrolling on her phone and filing her nails. You thanked her before grabbing the first coat you saw, a gray trenchcoat with just enough lining to keep you warm enough. You quickly slipped it on before running out of the store and back to where you had fallen (or where you guessed you had fallen).
"Where in the world am I supposed to go?" you whispered to yourself. You looked over to a club with a pink neon sign reading "Valentino's" with a heart at the end and then looked the other way to see a large tower with a V on the top. You then looked up at a billboard advertising a hotel nearby.
"A hotel, perfect," you smiled weakly before sprinting wherever you could go to look for this hotel.
Why was the Pride ring so massive?
When your body was close to giving up, you stood in front of a large building with multiple levels. You didn't even care at this point if it was or wasn't the hotel, you just wanted rest.
You quite literally crawled up the stairs before knocking on the door, using the knob to pull yourself up.
A chipper-looking blonde girl opened the door, the smile on her face quickly turning into something more concerned when she saw your state.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" she asked frantically, ushering you inside and helping you stand. "What do you need?"
"Is this the Hazbin Hotel?" you asked meekly, your voice a scratchy whisper.
"Yes, it is!" she said proudly. "Are you looking to be redeemed?"
"I just need a bed," you sniffled, close to tears again. "I need to rest, I just need a bed, please-"
"Of course!" she nodded. "Dad! Can you come help?" When there was no response, a taller demon shouted, "Lucifer!"
"Lucifer's here?" you gasped, your eyes as wide as they could be. "Oh my stars, where is he?"
"Oh, he doesn't do autographs," the girl laughed sheepishly.
"No, no, I don't need that," you shook your head, "I just need to-"
You heard a startled gasp from the other side of the room. When you turned to look, he was there. He was really, truly there.
"Lucifer," you smiled before you felt yourself start to tip and everything went black.
Do you know what annoys the shit out of me? The fact that Dream cannot handle somebody else getting attention.
Quackity's finally creating his own successful SMP & finally pursuing an idea he's had for a while? Dream just has to copy that & create the United SMP.
Wilbur gets to be in a band that's been nominated for an award & he's having the time of his life making music? Dream just has to make music too, even though we all know he never wanted to in the first place.
A couple of his friends are coming out as queer (this one was a while ago)? He just has to post on Twitter saying "Yeah some guys are hot ig" because he needs to put himself in a community we all know he isn't a part of.
It's strategic. He knows that he has a large fanbase, or used to have a large fanbase, that'll mindlessly support him no matter what. & he's so used to having everybody focus on him because he created the Dream SMP, & as soon as the former members of the Dream SMP are doing their own projects or pursuing their own goals or dreams, he just has to steal it from them because he's a narcissistic bitch who can't handle the spotlight being on somebody else for once.
Edit: Forgot to add, but have y'all ever seen the clips of Dream being absolutely fucking disgusting toward Tommy? There's some compilation out there (I forgot the title of the video) that shows how Dream was making sick comments toward Tommy. The majority of the comments were sexual & it's obvious that they made Tommy uncomfortable, & it even got to a point where Wilbur had to step in multiple times & either say "He's 16!" or "That's gross" or "Don't say that, Dream".
thought I'd reblog this right now with what's been going on with Dream.
if you haven't watched Tommy's video on this, I would. it's so awful to hear from Tommy's perspective and to hear what Dream did and how he manipulated Tommy at such a young age, and the fact that Tommy, the "child" of the Dream SMP, is by far one of the most mature people in that community speaks volumes.
You stood trembling before Heaven's council, Sera's gaze piercing your soul.
How could this happen? Why couldn't they just listen?
"Sera, please, let me-" you started.
"Don't interrupt," another angel hissed. Saint Michael, from what you could tell. The angels sat in their chairs much higher above you, so much that faces were hard to distinguish.
"Do you understand the severity of what you've done?" Sera said coldly. "Attempting to kidnap exterminators? Siding with a criminal?"
"Lucifer isn't a criminal!" you cried, tears burning in your eyes.
"Don't shout," Michael snapped. "You are in no position to use such a tone."
"There is an overpopulation crisis in Hell," Sera sighed. "You know this, Y/N. You were an exterminator yourself."
"I'm ashamed of it," you said bitterly through clenched teeth.
"Be that as it may," Sera said, a twinge of anger in her voice, "you once were reasonable and followed Heaven's rules. And now, here you are, defying our rules." She shook her head. "I'm disappointed, Y/N. You used to have such great potential." When you said nothing, she added, "You may speak."
"Forgive me for my tone," you said, "but how can you all sit here and call yourselves 'superior' when every day, you kill innocent people in Hell?"
"They are not innocent, Y/N," Sera huffed, "that's why they're there."
"You don't know that!" you shouted, your voice cracking at the end as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. "You don't know the life they could've had!" You paused to wipe your cheeks. "I saw children being killed, Sera. Imps and hellhounds being slaughtered, and for what? They did nothing. They were just children, and these 'angels' kill them in cold blood."
"Sinners don't deserve kindness, Y/N," Lute said, flying down to be just above you. "You knew this, you used to kill them."
"Do you know how guilty I felt?" you sobbed. "Killing them while they begged for mercy, trembling in fear. People pleading with me to not kill their loved ones and then shrieking when I was forced to." You moved past Lute. "How can any of you consider yourselves angels when you let this happen? How can you consider yourselves entirely pure when you turn a blind eye to genocide?" You laughed bitterly. "You all fucking disgust me."
"That is enough!" Sera shouted, her voice echoing in the cold room. "Y/N, you have two choices: apologize to this entire court and go back to exterminating like you wish to, or be banished from Heaven. Pick your poison."
"B-banished?" you faltered. "Sera, please, let's-"
"I say banish her," Michael announced. "She chooses to empathize with filth? Let her mingle amongst them."
"Sera, please!" you begged.
Your pleads were met with an empty look from Sera before guards were ordered to remove you.
No.
"Sera, please!" you screamed, thrashing against the guards' grips. "Somebody, please, have mercy! I'm sorry, please, let me live, let me stay!"
"You used to call me your daughter, Sera!" you screamed, the sound so loud your throat hurt after.
Sera whipped around to glare at you, a fire in her eyes unlike anything you've seen before. "Take her away!" she shouted once more. "Let her be with the sinners, since she seems to want nothing more!"
The last thing you saw before you were thrown down were the golden gates of Heaven slamming shut.
And then, everything was black and cold.
You tried to flap your wings, but it did no use, the wind from the speed of your fall ripping off chunks of feathers. You screamed like someone would hear you, shrieking until your scratchy voice gave out almost completely. You closed your eyes and wrapped your wings around your body, prepared for the slam of the ground to rattle your body.
And then you felt...nothing?
You slowly opened your eyes to see the bustling, neon landscape of the Pride ring. Women stood outside of clubs and bars, dressed provocatively with either a cigarette in their mouth or a flask in their hand, offering 'services' to the residents (which made your face flush immensely), store windows were broken either from a robbery or a fight, and gunshots echoed in the distance. You stood up shakily, every fiber in your being feeling like it had been ignited, brushed the dirt and grub off of you before making your way to look for something to keep yourself warm with. Multiple men came up to you, assuming you were also offering services, and you had to say "no thank you!" at least 15 times before you were able to stop someone and ask for directions.
"Excuse me, um...miss?" you guessed. "Do you know of any clothing stores nearby? I need a coat or a cloak of some kind."
"Of course, dear!" the woman smiled, pointed teeth curling into a warm smile. "My word, you look beaten up! I'll take you to Cannibal Town, get you something nice to eat, like fingers or something."
"No, thank you!" you said squeamishly. "I-I'm not hungry, I just need a coat."
"Only if you're sure, dearie," she shrugged. "If you keep walking a bit until you reach those two alleyways, turn left and then make a right. You should be able to find a clothing store down there. Tell 'em Auntie Rosie sent you."
"Okay, thank you so much, miss," you let out a sigh of relief before forcing your sore legs to run, not wanting to be caught up in any sort of crime.
When you did finally reach the clothing store, you staggered up to the counter and weakly said, "I *pant* need a *pant pant* need a coat *pant* Rosie sent me..."
The bunny demon looked at you quizically before shrugging. "Go find whatever you want. It'll be free of charge." She went back to scrolling on her phone and filing her nails. You thanked her before grabbing the first coat you saw, a gray trenchcoat with just enough lining to keep you warm enough. You quickly slipped it on before running out of the store and back to where you had fallen (or where you guessed you had fallen).
"Where in the world am I supposed to go?" you whispered to yourself. You looked over to a club with a pink neon sign reading "Valentino's" with a heart at the end and then looked the other way to see a large tower with a V on the top. You then looked up at a billboard advertising a hotel nearby.
"A hotel, perfect," you smiled weakly before sprinting wherever you could go to look for this hotel.
Why was the Pride ring so massive?
When your body was close to giving up, you stood in front of a large building with multiple levels. You didn't even care at this point if it was or wasn't the hotel, you just wanted rest.
You quite literally crawled up the stairs before knocking on the door, using the knob to pull yourself up.
A chipper-looking blonde girl opened the door, the smile on her face quickly turning into something more concerned when she saw your state.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" she asked frantically, ushering you inside and helping you stand. "What do you need?"
"Is this the Hazbin Hotel?" you asked meekly, your voice a scratchy whisper.
"Yes, it is!" she said proudly. "Are you looking to be redeemed?"
"I just need a bed," you sniffled, close to tears again. "I need to rest, I just need a bed, please-"
"Of course!" she nodded. "Dad! Can you come help?" When there was no response, a taller demon shouted, "Lucifer!"
"Lucifer's here?" you gasped, your eyes as wide as they could be. "Oh my stars, where is he?"
"Oh, he doesn't do autographs," the girl laughed sheepishly.
"No, no, I don't need that," you shook your head, "I just need to-"
You heard a startled gasp from the other side of the room. When you turned to look, he was there. He was really, truly there.
"Lucifer," you smiled before you felt yourself start to tip and everything went black.
