I feel like a lot of people forget a little something while analyzing Charlie's character, and it's how lonely she must feel and how she doesn't allow herself to be upset about the circumstances of her life.
She was born in hell, but she doesn't belong with the Sins or the rest of the hellborns because she doesn't allow herself to indulge in sinful behavior. She is a product of hell, but she rejects the very essence of it.
She doesn't fit in with the sinners around her either because she doesn't have a place in heaven, and she has to watch human souls choose to be evil despite having the chance to aim for something better while she is trapped in hell no matter how good and kind she is.
Every single one of the people she befriended is gonna leave her behind at some point (she is actively helping them to do so), but she doesn't allow herself to be sad about it, the same way she doesn't allow herself to grieve Sir Pentious once she finds out he is in heaven, because this is supposed to be a good thing and if she doesn't feel happy then she is a bad person.
And then there's Vaggi. I have no doubt that she loves Charlie with everything she's got (I don't think Charlie doubts it either), but we don't talk enough about how Charlie's perspective of their relationship changes after finding out Vaggi is a fallen angel. Not because she cares that she was an exorcist, but because before that, she thought that Vaggi was a sinner who was choosing her over the chance to go to heaven and be a winner, and suddenly she finds out that maybe she stays with Charlie because she has nowhere else to be. But that's an awful thing to feel, and she knows she doesn't actually believe that, so she ignores it as well.
While she is trying to run away from all those bottled up feelings, she goes into this maniac positivity that everyone hates so much because –bet you never saw this one coming– she has unhealthy coping mechanisms just like any other fucking character.
I see all of y’alls lover girl head canons but hear me out.
Mira scrapbooks. Like obsessively, and no its not for any fun calming reason. Its because she hates how she feels trying to process her emotions through aggression. The anger is a bandaid on a gushing arterial wound. The methodical parts of designing something that doesn’t matter at all to anyone but her? Thats what breaks her out; makes her think.
Its the storage of memory that Mira is terrified of forgetting. What if her brain decides to huck the good stuff out with the bad? She can’t remember half of the week leading up to the idol awards because she was so stressed she just repressed it snd what if Rumi had died? And she couldnt remember anything? What if Zoey had left forever and Mira’s dumb stupid evil brain had just hucked the last memories she would have had of her family out into the dirt?
She takes thousands of random candid photos. 90% of the pics that show up in b roll footage are pics Bobby has directly tormented Mira into handing over. She obsesses over photographing everything though she does it in a way that feels incredibly genuine. Rumi and Zoey have taken to doing it for her so Mira doesnt have all these pics of their adventures without a single piece of herself in them. Zoey’s the one that finds put about the scrapbooking thing and it becomes an unsung war for her and Rumi to make sure Mira isn’t left out of any of her own pages. The memories are important, after all, because its THEM. Their family. And that includes Mira, a notion that makes her snot crying like a child the first time its said out loud.
One does not know how down bad one is until one is sobbing inconsolably on the ground because your girlfriends have been pressing flowers in secret for weeks (after growing them in secret for months) because one was blabbering about a specific spring festival coming one starting ranting about in november.
“For your photobooks!” Is a phrase that will be bringing Mira to instant tears for the rest of her dumb lesbian ass life.
I love bedroom scene Mira making blunt statements about Who She Is to someone she’s known for 6+ years. I love bedroom scene Mira deescalating by saying she’s acting crazy
I love post-train convo Mira again firmly Defining Herself and doing so according to the worst things she’s ever been, even though she hasn’t once lost her temper in the preceding runtime and her very slight aggression has been extremely controlled
I love fansign Mira with her voice pitched up and her emotiveness on for the fans because she needs them to look at her and see someone better than those worst things
I love train scene Mira being scared for her friend and scared of being lied to and scared of being unloved. I love train scene Mira having someone actually lash out at her and not lashing out back but instead freezing because she’s taught herself her first impulses aren’t safe
I love backstage at the Idol Awards Mira (over six years in!!!!) saying she knew this was “too good to be true”. I love Gwi-Ma attack Mira blaming herself and finally truly lashing out at someone in her own self-hatred as she isolates because she doesn’t get to have a family
I love the way trauma blatantly informs Mira’s characterization and they don’t need to say much more than “apparently, she’s the black sheep of her family”
It's criminally hot in Seoul as Rumi and Mira make their way back home. They could have called for a car when they left the studio and made it back to the tower in cool comfort, but Rumi had felt pent up and wanted to walk home. Mira wasn't about to let her go alone, so here they were, sweating like pigs and schlepping down the busy sidewalk.
The only bright spot? An artisanal ice cream shop was half a block away and Mira had already insisted that they stop in. Rumi agreed easily.
The place had some of the usual flavors: chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, but they had interesting things too, like peach ghost pepper, basil, honey and almond, and crab.
Mira is a simple woman and goes with matcha on a cone. Rumi gets a mango ginger in a cup.
They stand under the awning outside for a moment, taking advantage of the shade. Its almost as hot there as in the direct sunlight. Not even a hint of a breeze stirs.
Mira doesn't make a conscious decision to watch Rumi, but her eyes are drawn to her.
Rumi is watching the crowd around them, and even though her very noticeable hair is pulled back and hidden under a cap, she's in a pair of tiny shorts and a sleeveless blouse that leaves her patterns on full display. After a few weeks of cautious outings, it seems that regular people can't see the iridescent shine of the patterns, but they're still noticeable and unique enough to draw attention. Plus, Rumi is just effortlessly gorgeous. Mira's eyes are drawn to her mouth though, where Rumi is laving at the yellow plastic spoon she was supplied with.
Rumi isn't doing anything overtly sexual. She's just eating ice cream like a normal person, but watching is filling Mira's stomach with heat. She watches her suck on another spoonful and then dart her tongue out to get any ice cream she had missed. Mira swallows.
It's only when Rumi pauses when removing the spoon from her mouth that Mira looks up and catches her eyes.
Mira is staring and Rumi caught her. She doesn't look away. She's not embarrassed to be caught looking at her beautiful girlfriend, and if she looks away that would make her seem like she was. No, she has to make eye contact. (She can't let Rumi win.)
"Mira? You good?" Rumi asks, a smug tilt to her lips.
"Hmm? Yeah?"
Rumi nods, her expression doubtful. "Your ice cream is melting."
Mira looks down at her hand and sees that there are two light green tracks trailing down the back of her hand and over her wrist. "Ah shit." She scrambles for her napkins and wipes it up the best she can before cleaning up the sides of the cone with a few quick swipes of her tongue.
Rumi is giggling to herself the whole time. Mira scowls at her. Rumi just smiles sweetly. "Can I have a taste?"
"You hate matcha," Mira reminds her, suspiciously.
"I've never had it as ice cream before," Rumi argues. "I like ube ice cream even though I hate it in everything else." How very reasonable. Mira doesn't trust it. But she is a sucker for a pretty face, so she holds her cone out for Rumi to take.
Rumi doesn't take it though, she just holds Mira's wrist to keep it steady and makes eye contact while taking a delicate little kitten lick off the top. Slowly. Mira's gut clenches. She has to bite the inside of her mouth to keep from doing something embarrassing.
Rumi’s nose scrunches up cutely. “No, you were right. More for you.” She holds out her cup. “I saw you looking earlier,” she says with false innocence. “Did you want to try some of mine?” She pops another spoonful in her mouth and starts to make a little show of cleaning it off.
Mira knows they're probably being watched. There's rarely a time when they can go out in public and not be spotted by someone. She's careful to keep a respectful distance from Rumi when she leans forward and whispers close to her ear. "What I want is your tongue in my mouth."
Rumi coughs around her mouthful of ice cream and shoots a wide-eyed frantic glance up at Mira, her eyes lingering on Mira's mouth for a moment, before she looks around them to make sure no one else heard what Mira said.
Mira smiles, satisfied with the fluster she brought about.
Rumi blinks hard. "We need to get home," she announces. She turns and walks away at a much faster pace than before. Mira follows. She pretends not to notice when Rumi stops with a huff every so often to wait for Mira to catch up. Mira takes her time, enjoying her ice cream to the last bite and smirking with each irritated call of "Mira!" that Rumi can't contain. Now that Rumi is so eager Mira wants to maintain the teasing as long as possible.
She's started a fire though and as soon as the door of the elevator closes, Rumi is on her. Mira's back hits the wall of the elevator with a thump. She slips her tongue into Mira's willing mouth right away and it's just like Mira thought it would be. Cool, firm, and sweet. Rumi presses their tongues together and Mira moans in response. Her strong hands are gripping tight at Mira's hips, thumbs under her shirt already.
Mira sucks on Rumi's tongue as she pulls them flush together with two handfuls of Rumi's ass. She slips her knee between Rumi's legs. Rumi whines against her and rolls her hips against Mira's thigh.
They don't separate when the elevator dings and the doors slide open, Mira just steers them out and into the foyer. They stumble against the shoe rack and the small table at the door. Rumi trips over her own feet and they go down to the floor, still tangled together. Rumi's hands are under Mira's shirt, her nails raking down her back in firm scratches. Mira lands between Rumi's legs, their hips slot together perfectly and she grinds down on Rumi's center.
She finally releases Rumi's tongue and slides her mouth to her cheek, her temple, her ear. "You taste so good, baby."
Rumi whines and writhes under her. "Touch me, touch me, touch me," is all she says, rolling her hips up each time. Mira reaches down and holds Rumi's hips down with one hand. Rumi cries out in displeasure immediately.
Mira kisses her again, muffling her whines. She can still taste the sweet and spice of the ice cream when she licks at the roof of Rumi's mouth. Rumi bites down on Mira's tongue, not enough to wound but hard enough to get her attention. It can't be said that Mira doesn't take direction.
Without being able to look, Mira fumbles between Rumi's legs with the inseam of her shorts. They're tiny, barely long enough to cover the curve of Rumi's ass. She's easily able to push the cloth aside and feel Rumi's warmth through what feels like satin underwear. She wishes she could see them. Rumi jerks against her fingers and whines into her mouth. "Yes, please," she begs prettily. Mira pulls back just enough to see Rumi's eyes, pupils blown wide and one eye glinting the barest gold.
Mira pushes the fabric aside and her fingers are soaked immediately. She moans at the feeling, Rumi echos it. She slips inside Rumi's tight heat with ease and begins to fuck her in earnest. She fits her thumb against Rumi's small clit and curls her fingers forward each time she pulls out.
Mira watches Rumi's face the whole time. Watches the way her eyes roll back or clench shut with each thrust, the way her mouth hangs open with a continuous moan that morphs into a squeak or whine when Mira hits the perfect spot. When Mira adds a roll of her hips behind each thrust of her fingers, Rumi clenches down around her and almost screams, her hips lifting up off the floor even with Mira's weight holding her down. Her thighs are quaking, she breathing heavily, and strands of her hair are sticking to her face with sweat. She's beautiful. Mira kisses her again, drawing Rumi's tongue back into her mouth.
The next time she slips back inside, she tucks her pointer finger in as well. Three is Rumi's upper limit, but she so wet there's barely any resistance. She feels the stretch though, because those silk soft walls clench down around the intrusion and Rumi chokes out a gasp. She abandons Mira's abused back and buries her hands in Mira's hair instead, pulling hard enough to have Mira moaning too.
"Please don't stop," Rumi begs, her voice raspy from use. "I'll be so good. Please."
"You are being good," Mira praises. "You're being so good. Will you come for me, baby. Will you be a good girl and come on my fingers?"
That's all it takes. Rumi comes with a pathetic whimper. She turns her face against Mira's cheek and shakes apart, clenching hard on Mira's fingers.
Mira holds her through it until her shaking stops and she relaxes back on the floor, breaths still heavy. She pulls Mira down into a kiss by her hair again and Mira can't help the way her hips twitch. Rumi smiles against her mouth and whispers, "jagi."
Mira just rolls her eyes like she's unaffected and gently removes her fingers from Rumi, cupping her for a moment before removing her hand fully. She's about to wipe her fingers on her pants when Rumi snatches her wrist and brings Mira's fingers to her mouth. As is her style, she makes unsubtle eye contact while she cleans her mess off Mira's fingers. Mira's heart races at the sight. She pushes down on Rumi's tongue with her fingers and slides them as deep as she can. Rumi takes it with a moan.
"You were right," Rumi says when Mira's finally removes her fingers from her mouth. "I do taste good."
Mira chuckles darkly. "I hope you're ready for some more. I think I need to sample the source."
Rumi gives her a mischievous smile. "Sorry, miss, only one sample per customer. You're going to have to make a purchase."
"Oh, well in that case," Mira rolls them over until Rumi is sitting in her lap and can feel just how eager she is. "I'll have one of everything." She braces her arms under Rumi's butt and stands in one fluid motion, Rumi's startled laughter tucked against her neck.
She carries Rumi down the hall to her room.
(When Zoey gets home and sees the shoe rack turned over and one of the pictures on the wall hanging crooked, she is briefly worried. But the door to Mira’s room is wide open and she gets with the program pretty quickly.)
Charlie's dreams consist of her guiding sinners into heaven by redeeming them, while she stays down in Hell. Vox's dreams consist of him guiding sinners into heaven by inciting a war, while he plans to rule Heaven as sole Overlord.
Charlie's pride blinds her to the important things in her life and leads her to neglect her friends. Vox's pride blinds him to the important things in his life and leads him to neglect his friends.
Charlie needs everyone to see how successful her hotel is and how right she was the entire time. She needs to impress the people who are her enemies (Voxtek) and ignores her friends who are trying to help her. Vox needs everyone to see how successful his business is and how right he was the entire time. He needs to impress the people who are his enemies (Alastor) and ignores his friends who are trying to help him.
Charlie needs to have control all the time and she explodes when something doesn't go according to her plan or approval (Lucifer's interference). Vox needs to have control all the time and he explodes when something doesn't go according to his plan or approval (Alastor).
Charlie wants her mother to be proud of her even though her mother makes her feel worthless. Vox wants his oldest "friend" to be proud of him even though Alastor makes him feel worthless.
Charlie exploits her friends and doesn't appreciate what they do for her hotel. Vox exploits his friends and doesn't appreciate what they contribute to his plan.
Charlie paints herself as a benevolent saviour. Vox paints himself as a benevolent saviour.
Charlie is a hypocrite, she preaches kindness and redemption but she constantly pushes past her friend's boundaries, uses them as stepping stones for her success, doesn't consider their input or struggles. Vox is a hypocrite, he preaches strength and integrity but he constantly sacrifices his integrity, uses his friends as stepping stones, doesn't consider their input or struggles, so that he can impress Alastor and prove him wrong.
Charlie fantasizes about changing Hell and playing a pivotal role in history. Vox fantasizes about changing Hell and playing a pivotal role in history.
Charlie has a Latino moth girlfriend who she doesn't listen to. Vox has a Latino moth boyfriend who he doesn't listen to.
Charlie is a naive version of Vox and she will end up just like him after being eroded by years of experience and the horrors of humanity's worst if she doesn't realize what her main priorities should be.
Hot take about the Hazbin Hotel season 2 finale: Charlie is actually EXTREMLY important to the story in the finale, because not only are two characters who play a major role in it (Emily and Sir Pentious) only there because they were both influenced by Charlie's ideals and friendship and the lessons she taught them, but the plan they try to enact during the episode is basically what Charlie has been trying to do all season: Prove Redemption is possible and the Angels aren't interested in war with Hell. Its just now, she realizes she needs to be more strategic in how she accomplishes it, needs her friends to do so, and is doing so more out of care for her people then for obtaining self validation.
polytrix nara park date except zoey is having a disney princess moment, mira is fighting One Deer that will not stop headbutting her, and rumi is screaming freaking the fuck out running for her life because the deer sense that she's Not Human and they Do Not Fucking Like That and are Hunting Her
Small little break from the MAWS AU to convince myself I still have sanity—but not that far off bc it’s a quick Bat!Mira! The general consensus was that if Mira is Batman, Rumi would be Talia Al Ghul, and Zoey would be Catwoman
(Rumi I based more on @crowwkui’s Talia Al Ghul design because it’s just so good and gives off a big air of gravitas and authority, also y’all should check out their stuff if you haven’t already bc it’s so good, DC but make it yuri UwU)
god gives her hardest battles to her cuntiest soldiers
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by the time canon rolls around mira's lovergirl goggles protect her from the worst of it. but zoey wearing crocs w socks still forces her to cycle thru every deep breathing exercise known to man
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