Survived week two
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cornerofmadnessBut only barely. I did get my appt for the back injections, 11:30 monday so I'll have to cancel class. Ah well. I'll have time to shop at least afterward (in my jogging pants. sigh I hate wearing them out)
I did have one good thing happen today, I got my Hazbin Hotel fan drawn Major Arcana tarot that I bought from a Spanish artist. It's gorgeous. I'll take pictures tomorrow.
I'm thinking of doing the Mediterranean diet or at least something close to it. If I find a good (to me) recipe I'll share if you're interested.
I know I have Grimm fans on my list. This is for you Portland-based supernatural cop drama set to get a reboot. What to know
I have a really cool open call upcoming. Women of the Weird West, down side really small word count, upside, I can use my sabbatical research. I just need a setting.
Also on the downside, my wedding horror is 1K too short for the min word count. This rarely happens. I wanted to start it at the altar, might need to start it earlier or something. I'm at a loss.
Here's this week's story
Title: I'm a Dreamer
Summary: Angel dreams of his perfect man but he has to wonder does he have a viable candidate in a grumpy bartender with a tongue as sharp as his claws?
Author Note - Written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The words were Break, Aquatic, Hurried, Simplistic, Bleed & Gutsy. Also written for the allbingo public domain bingo prompt of “I'm a Dreamer” and for the lyrical titles duet challenge 2025 for the prompt Different lyrics that start on the same word using I'm a Dreamer, Aren't We All by Vincent Lopez (This version is from the 1929 movie Sunny Side Up)
Angel pressed close to Vox’s aquatic habitat that he kept for his sharks. He had other fish in the aquarium as well and Angel smiled seeing one of his favorites, the blob fish, only it looked less ridiculously ugly in the tank. Vox had explained it was because it was properly pressurized. He had needed a break from Valentino and their brutal filming schedule today and when Val had called for lunch, Angel had grabbed something off a food truck and descended to the aquariums. It was technically open to the public but Vox didn’t usually mind much if Angel came to watch the fish. He tolerated Angel for Valentino’s sake and actually he liked that Angel enjoyed the aquarium. Angel got the idea that none of the other Vees cared about it or wanted to hear about the aquarium. Angel was happy to listen.
One of the sharks eyed him as he munched on his food truck taco. It had a symbol on the side of the truck he was eighty percent sure was Overlord Rosie’s so he went vegetarian. Besides if he had meat and Val saw him with something fatty, he’d melt down.
“I swear if he’s off with that bunny boy who’s been giving him the big eyes! I will make them bleed!”
Angel winced hearing Val’s voice echoing around the columns flanking this part of the aquarium. Why the fuck was he here? He didn’t like the fish unless he was threatening to feed his actors to the sharks.
“He comes down here to watch the fish,” Vox replied.
“You have to be kidding.”
“No. He was fascinated by the octopus I had in there a few months back.”
“You and he sit and talk about this?” Val sounded like he was more likely to believe he was suddenly in heaven than he could believe Vox and Angel talked.
“We do.” Vox rounded the corner and pointed at Angel. “Told you.”
Val widened his eyes and cocked his hip. “You really are here.”
“Yeah, I wanted to eat in peace. I’m not late, am I?” Angel kept his voice bland, trying not to show his irritation at losing that peace. “I thought I had at least another twenty minutes.”
“You do. What are you eating, amorcito?”
“Veggie taco.” He held it up for inspection. “I was just watching the sharks watching me. It’s nice. Were you looking for me, babe?” Angel pretended not to have heard him raging.
Valentino’s antennae twitched. “Yes, we were supposed to go to Sonhos Febris tonight.”
“I remember.” Angel had been bracing himself for the night club. Val was in a mood that Angel recognized, the one where he’d get drunk and raw dog Angel into the club floor with an audience watching. He always hoped to break Angel’s spirit but never enough to make himself lose interest in doing Angel again.
“The twins have never been there and they wanted to see Sonhos Febris. I plan to take them instead of you,” Val said and Angel prayed he kept the relief off his face. “You can scurry on back to that hotel of yours and have fun with…well, do you even have anyone there to have fun with? I’m sure you aren’t playing with Lucifer’s princesa.” Val smirked at him.
“If you mean, am I sleeping with anyone there, you know I’m not, babe. Would I do that to you? Besides, Alastor is not going be interested any time soon.”
“Or ever,” Vox said bitterly.
“Then there’s Pentious.”
“Wait, you didn’t kill him?” Vox laughed.
“I tried. Charlie stopped me.” Angel shrugged. “Guess he’s not awful but he’s a prude and he calls me a whore bug so yeah, not going to see if he has two dicks like most snake sinners I’ve met.”
“Wouldn’t know what to do with them if he does have two,” Vox replied and Valentino snorted.
“Probably not. That just leaves the drunk old bartender who says my movies suck.” That still burned Angel’s ass. He was proud of his movies. He had to be or he might go insane.
“How rude. You’re a star, baby and my movies are great,” Valentino huffed even though Angel knew they weren’t. Husk wasn’t technically wrong about it but it still pissed Angel off. “He’s not worth your time, amorcito.”
“Nope, he’s not,” Angel replied, hoping Valentino believed it because otherwise he’d be in trouble. “And that just leaves Vaggie, who’s Charlie’s girlfriend and likes dick the way I like pussy.” He rolled his eyes. “And Niffty who…okay I’m not sure what she likes but she’s a lady and you know my opinions on that. No worries about me stepping out on ya, Val. I ain’t got nowhere to step to even if I were fool enough to try.”
“Keep in that way.” Valentino reached over and tipped Angel’s chin up so they were making hard eye contact. “You’re not disappointed about tonight, amorcito?”
“Just a little,” he replied because Valentino needed to hear he’d be missed. “But ya know what, babe? I like getting to go home, snuggling up with Fat Nuggets and just relax in my own space. I know ya don’t like me living outside the studio but haven’t I been coming here with more energy than usual? I’m getting some good sleep there. I could use a night off. You and the twins will have a blast.”
Valentino made a soft squeaky moth noise, shooting him a suspicious look. Even Vox seemed curious about that statement, taking his gaze off his shark tank. “You don’t actually like it at that hotel, do you?”
He shrugged. “It’s boring but it’s free room and board and you know, Charlie ain’t the worst person I’ve ever met. She reminds me a little of someone I knew when I was alive. She’s sweet.”
“And you tried to protect her from me!” Valentino glared. “Brought her to fuck with me.”
“I didn’t. I promise and I was protecting you, too, baby. If you upset Lord Lucifer….” Angel wasn’t surprised that argument did nothing to appease Val. He probably thought he could take Lucifer in a fight.
“And you’d do it again. The punishment I gave you won’t stop you.” He narrowed his eyes and Vox arched his electronic eyebrows.
Could he lie to Valentino about this? Maybe and he should probably try. However, if Val didn’t believe him, he might end up in makeup getting bruises covered before he went back in front of the camera. The truth might work better here or he could get those bruises either way.
“I’ll protect her, yes but you don’t have to worry. She won’t be back at the studio. She promised and she means it.” Angel took a deep breath. “But since you asked, I don’t know that I like it there but for now, it ain’t bad. Can I finish my taco? I’ll go back up to the studio shortly.”
“Yeah, go ahead.” Val smirked. “Tacos without meat should be a crime, babe.”
“True but the food truck is from Cannibal town so I was a wee bit worried.”
Val twisted up his features. “Point taken.”
Angel laughed. “And thanks, Vox, for letting me come here to see the fish. I appreciate it. I know this is your private space and you’re giving me a privilege.”
“Any time. At least someone appreciates my efforts.” He aimed that at Valentino who merely ruffled his wings and locked arms with Vox leading him out. At least they didn’t make Angel lose his appetite this time.
# # #
Angel hurried into the hotel, hoping no one was in the lobby. He’d showered and rinsed his mouth repeatedly but he could still taste all of his costars on his tongue like alley water straight from the dumpster behind a hospital. Naturally, most everyone was there in the lobby, relaxing on the couches. At least he didn’t reek, having worked a hair gloss into his fur as he dried it. He smelled of cocoa, honey, vanilla, and caramel. He smelled edible. They should fall at his feet.
You wish. You’re such a dreamer. No one here wants you. Like Husk said, no one cares how hot I am, how famous. Is it too much to want real friends? A lover that treats me right?
Maybe it was. It was such a simplistic desire, wasn’t it? To be wanted for who he truly was. No one saw him or accepted him. Look at the whole crack head skit. Not only was it as badly written as a Valentino porno, it demonized everything about him. Charlie would be mortified if she realized it. She hadn’t seen the hurt in his eyes. Maybe he should have told her.
Maybe he should share his dreams, at least with the one person who stood a chance at seeing him, the man who looked almost sober sitting in a tight arms across the chest ‘ball’ on the couch. God, what a grumpy face! He wanted to kiss the rigid lines of irritation from Husk’s face. He wanted to share so much with him but he hesitated. What if he isn’t the guy I’m dreaming about?
A song from his youth floated into his head. He could hear it on the radio.
In my dreams each night it seems
My lover comes to call
He's so charming, strong and tall
Angel bit his lip trying not to stand in the doorway and laugh. Husk wasn’t tall. No, he’s short as fuck. He’s almost as short as Nissy. That’s hysterical. And the last thing he is is charming. Angel did laugh, he couldn’t keep it in. Everyone’s eyes turned to him. No, Husk was the opposite of charming, the sarcastic bastard.
It's alarming how I fall
He's ideal, but then he isn't real
And I'm a fool, but aren't we all?
Angel shook his head, walking over to the couch and flopping down next to Husk. Yes, he had fallen, damn his foolish heart. Husk wasn’t really ideal but he was real. Maybe he wouldn’t be just like Valentino, sweet in the beginning, a monster ever since. No, Husk was a jerk in the beginning but under that gruffness was something special. Angel believed that.
“What’s so funny?” Pentious asked as Husk’s noise quivered at Angel. “I wouldn’t think your job is humorous.”
“Not even slightly unless someone slips off and lands on the floor.” Angel smiled. “I just have an earworm. What is everyone doing?”
“Deciding on what game to play for family game night?” Charlie chirped.
“What are the options?” Angel watched Husk lean in for a closer sniff. Also, family game night? Really? Was this the most dysfunctional family ever right behind his own true family?
“Husk suggested poker.” Pentious rolled his eyes.
“Against him? I’ve already had my balls in a vise once today, not in the mood for it twice.”
“Angel!” Vaggie scolded.
“Angel, that’s not a funny joke,” Charlie added more mildly and at his flat expression she said. “It’s a joke, right?” Her eyes widened. “Right?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, doll face. Val was in a mood today and you’d think it would have been a good one since he’s going to a club with twins tonight instead of me. He wasn’t impressed that I was content to come home and relax and we can leave it at that. No need to get into the whole cock and ball torture scenario we ended on.” When Charlie went paler, he went back to the subject at hand. “Also, I’m gutsy enough to take Husk on in poker if we’re playing for literal peanuts or candy or something but my sore balls aren’t up to putting in my hard earned cash.”
Husk side eyed him. “Fine, Charlie is holding forth on the virtues of Monopoly.”
“It was meant as a teaching tool against the evils of unbridled capitalism,” she said.
“I think it failed. What else is on the table?” He bit back his usual Angel Dusty self and didn’t add ‘besides me?’ See, that was growth, right?
“There’s this newer game, Pictionary. It’s like charades but you have to draw it,” Vaggie said.
“Why do I fear that with this group?” Angel shuddered.
“I have Uno. My minions enjoy it,” Pentious offered.
“It’s a type of card game. No betting. No one is putting you back in a ball cage,” Husk said off Angel’s quizzical look, earning his own scolding from Vaggie.
“I’m for that and if that doesn’t cause a family fight, we can try Pictionary so we can all go to bed angry.” Angel snorted.
“I think you’re missing the point,” Vaggie said.
“Toots, you don’t know my family. Any game you walk away from without a fresh knife or bullet wound is a good one.” He chuckled. “Let me go give Nuggsy his dinner.”
“Bring him down. We can all love on him,” Charlie said.
“Thanks, I will.” He levered himself off the couch. “Better do that before Husky buries himself in my chest fluff and takes a good sniff.”
Husk flushed under his fur. “Sorry but you smell like a candy bar.”
“I should wear this scent more often.” He winked at Husk who scowled at him.
“And Angel, I’m sorry if I’m the reason Valentino was mean to you today.” Charlie frowned, her lip wibbling.
He patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. He’s vicious, has been long before I met you. I’m on your side, Charlie, when it comes to choices between you or him. You’re worth it.” Angel glanced around the room before his gaze rested on Husk. “You all are.”
With that he headed up to retrieve his beloved baby. Maybe he was a fool and a dreamer but sometimes dreams came true, right? He had to believe in that. It was the only solace he had, that belief and these people. Yeah, they were worth it.
Making The First Move Fake
Credit Where It's Due Torchwood
More Than a Minor Misunderstanding Stargate Atlantis
All I Want for Christmas DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Things To Do in Toronto Murder She Wrote/Blood Ties
corruption in your mind Star Trek TNG
Overconfidence Torchwood
Forced to Take Drastic Steps Harry Potter
All I do is hurt you Witcher
and the moon is the only light we'll see 9-1-1
Build Your Heart a Home 9-1-1
Why Should You Linger 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest
at war with love 陈情令 | The Untamed
warming up 陈情令 | The Untamed
hardened wings 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù/陈情令 | The Untamed
Stress macrons Hazbin Hotel (this one was for me)
My Head is in the Clouds Right Now (Just Pray I Come Around) Hazbin Hotel
I did have one good thing happen today, I got my Hazbin Hotel fan drawn Major Arcana tarot that I bought from a Spanish artist. It's gorgeous. I'll take pictures tomorrow.
I'm thinking of doing the Mediterranean diet or at least something close to it. If I find a good (to me) recipe I'll share if you're interested.
I know I have Grimm fans on my list. This is for you Portland-based supernatural cop drama set to get a reboot. What to know
I have a really cool open call upcoming. Women of the Weird West, down side really small word count, upside, I can use my sabbatical research. I just need a setting.
Also on the downside, my wedding horror is 1K too short for the min word count. This rarely happens. I wanted to start it at the altar, might need to start it earlier or something. I'm at a loss.
Here's this week's story
Title: I'm a Dreamer
Summary: Angel dreams of his perfect man but he has to wonder does he have a viable candidate in a grumpy bartender with a tongue as sharp as his claws?
Author Note - Written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The words were Break, Aquatic, Hurried, Simplistic, Bleed & Gutsy. Also written for the allbingo public domain bingo prompt of “I'm a Dreamer” and for the lyrical titles duet challenge 2025 for the prompt Different lyrics that start on the same word using I'm a Dreamer, Aren't We All by Vincent Lopez (This version is from the 1929 movie Sunny Side Up)
Angel pressed close to Vox’s aquatic habitat that he kept for his sharks. He had other fish in the aquarium as well and Angel smiled seeing one of his favorites, the blob fish, only it looked less ridiculously ugly in the tank. Vox had explained it was because it was properly pressurized. He had needed a break from Valentino and their brutal filming schedule today and when Val had called for lunch, Angel had grabbed something off a food truck and descended to the aquariums. It was technically open to the public but Vox didn’t usually mind much if Angel came to watch the fish. He tolerated Angel for Valentino’s sake and actually he liked that Angel enjoyed the aquarium. Angel got the idea that none of the other Vees cared about it or wanted to hear about the aquarium. Angel was happy to listen.
One of the sharks eyed him as he munched on his food truck taco. It had a symbol on the side of the truck he was eighty percent sure was Overlord Rosie’s so he went vegetarian. Besides if he had meat and Val saw him with something fatty, he’d melt down.
“I swear if he’s off with that bunny boy who’s been giving him the big eyes! I will make them bleed!”
Angel winced hearing Val’s voice echoing around the columns flanking this part of the aquarium. Why the fuck was he here? He didn’t like the fish unless he was threatening to feed his actors to the sharks.
“He comes down here to watch the fish,” Vox replied.
“You have to be kidding.”
“No. He was fascinated by the octopus I had in there a few months back.”
“You and he sit and talk about this?” Val sounded like he was more likely to believe he was suddenly in heaven than he could believe Vox and Angel talked.
“We do.” Vox rounded the corner and pointed at Angel. “Told you.”
Val widened his eyes and cocked his hip. “You really are here.”
“Yeah, I wanted to eat in peace. I’m not late, am I?” Angel kept his voice bland, trying not to show his irritation at losing that peace. “I thought I had at least another twenty minutes.”
“You do. What are you eating, amorcito?”
“Veggie taco.” He held it up for inspection. “I was just watching the sharks watching me. It’s nice. Were you looking for me, babe?” Angel pretended not to have heard him raging.
Valentino’s antennae twitched. “Yes, we were supposed to go to Sonhos Febris tonight.”
“I remember.” Angel had been bracing himself for the night club. Val was in a mood that Angel recognized, the one where he’d get drunk and raw dog Angel into the club floor with an audience watching. He always hoped to break Angel’s spirit but never enough to make himself lose interest in doing Angel again.
“The twins have never been there and they wanted to see Sonhos Febris. I plan to take them instead of you,” Val said and Angel prayed he kept the relief off his face. “You can scurry on back to that hotel of yours and have fun with…well, do you even have anyone there to have fun with? I’m sure you aren’t playing with Lucifer’s princesa.” Val smirked at him.
“If you mean, am I sleeping with anyone there, you know I’m not, babe. Would I do that to you? Besides, Alastor is not going be interested any time soon.”
“Or ever,” Vox said bitterly.
“Then there’s Pentious.”
“Wait, you didn’t kill him?” Vox laughed.
“I tried. Charlie stopped me.” Angel shrugged. “Guess he’s not awful but he’s a prude and he calls me a whore bug so yeah, not going to see if he has two dicks like most snake sinners I’ve met.”
“Wouldn’t know what to do with them if he does have two,” Vox replied and Valentino snorted.
“Probably not. That just leaves the drunk old bartender who says my movies suck.” That still burned Angel’s ass. He was proud of his movies. He had to be or he might go insane.
“How rude. You’re a star, baby and my movies are great,” Valentino huffed even though Angel knew they weren’t. Husk wasn’t technically wrong about it but it still pissed Angel off. “He’s not worth your time, amorcito.”
“Nope, he’s not,” Angel replied, hoping Valentino believed it because otherwise he’d be in trouble. “And that just leaves Vaggie, who’s Charlie’s girlfriend and likes dick the way I like pussy.” He rolled his eyes. “And Niffty who…okay I’m not sure what she likes but she’s a lady and you know my opinions on that. No worries about me stepping out on ya, Val. I ain’t got nowhere to step to even if I were fool enough to try.”
“Keep in that way.” Valentino reached over and tipped Angel’s chin up so they were making hard eye contact. “You’re not disappointed about tonight, amorcito?”
“Just a little,” he replied because Valentino needed to hear he’d be missed. “But ya know what, babe? I like getting to go home, snuggling up with Fat Nuggets and just relax in my own space. I know ya don’t like me living outside the studio but haven’t I been coming here with more energy than usual? I’m getting some good sleep there. I could use a night off. You and the twins will have a blast.”
Valentino made a soft squeaky moth noise, shooting him a suspicious look. Even Vox seemed curious about that statement, taking his gaze off his shark tank. “You don’t actually like it at that hotel, do you?”
He shrugged. “It’s boring but it’s free room and board and you know, Charlie ain’t the worst person I’ve ever met. She reminds me a little of someone I knew when I was alive. She’s sweet.”
“And you tried to protect her from me!” Valentino glared. “Brought her to fuck with me.”
“I didn’t. I promise and I was protecting you, too, baby. If you upset Lord Lucifer….” Angel wasn’t surprised that argument did nothing to appease Val. He probably thought he could take Lucifer in a fight.
“And you’d do it again. The punishment I gave you won’t stop you.” He narrowed his eyes and Vox arched his electronic eyebrows.
Could he lie to Valentino about this? Maybe and he should probably try. However, if Val didn’t believe him, he might end up in makeup getting bruises covered before he went back in front of the camera. The truth might work better here or he could get those bruises either way.
“I’ll protect her, yes but you don’t have to worry. She won’t be back at the studio. She promised and she means it.” Angel took a deep breath. “But since you asked, I don’t know that I like it there but for now, it ain’t bad. Can I finish my taco? I’ll go back up to the studio shortly.”
“Yeah, go ahead.” Val smirked. “Tacos without meat should be a crime, babe.”
“True but the food truck is from Cannibal town so I was a wee bit worried.”
Val twisted up his features. “Point taken.”
Angel laughed. “And thanks, Vox, for letting me come here to see the fish. I appreciate it. I know this is your private space and you’re giving me a privilege.”
“Any time. At least someone appreciates my efforts.” He aimed that at Valentino who merely ruffled his wings and locked arms with Vox leading him out. At least they didn’t make Angel lose his appetite this time.
# # #
Angel hurried into the hotel, hoping no one was in the lobby. He’d showered and rinsed his mouth repeatedly but he could still taste all of his costars on his tongue like alley water straight from the dumpster behind a hospital. Naturally, most everyone was there in the lobby, relaxing on the couches. At least he didn’t reek, having worked a hair gloss into his fur as he dried it. He smelled of cocoa, honey, vanilla, and caramel. He smelled edible. They should fall at his feet.
You wish. You’re such a dreamer. No one here wants you. Like Husk said, no one cares how hot I am, how famous. Is it too much to want real friends? A lover that treats me right?
Maybe it was. It was such a simplistic desire, wasn’t it? To be wanted for who he truly was. No one saw him or accepted him. Look at the whole crack head skit. Not only was it as badly written as a Valentino porno, it demonized everything about him. Charlie would be mortified if she realized it. She hadn’t seen the hurt in his eyes. Maybe he should have told her.
Maybe he should share his dreams, at least with the one person who stood a chance at seeing him, the man who looked almost sober sitting in a tight arms across the chest ‘ball’ on the couch. God, what a grumpy face! He wanted to kiss the rigid lines of irritation from Husk’s face. He wanted to share so much with him but he hesitated. What if he isn’t the guy I’m dreaming about?
A song from his youth floated into his head. He could hear it on the radio.
In my dreams each night it seems
My lover comes to call
He's so charming, strong and tall
Angel bit his lip trying not to stand in the doorway and laugh. Husk wasn’t tall. No, he’s short as fuck. He’s almost as short as Nissy. That’s hysterical. And the last thing he is is charming. Angel did laugh, he couldn’t keep it in. Everyone’s eyes turned to him. No, Husk was the opposite of charming, the sarcastic bastard.
It's alarming how I fall
He's ideal, but then he isn't real
And I'm a fool, but aren't we all?
Angel shook his head, walking over to the couch and flopping down next to Husk. Yes, he had fallen, damn his foolish heart. Husk wasn’t really ideal but he was real. Maybe he wouldn’t be just like Valentino, sweet in the beginning, a monster ever since. No, Husk was a jerk in the beginning but under that gruffness was something special. Angel believed that.
“What’s so funny?” Pentious asked as Husk’s noise quivered at Angel. “I wouldn’t think your job is humorous.”
“Not even slightly unless someone slips off and lands on the floor.” Angel smiled. “I just have an earworm. What is everyone doing?”
“Deciding on what game to play for family game night?” Charlie chirped.
“What are the options?” Angel watched Husk lean in for a closer sniff. Also, family game night? Really? Was this the most dysfunctional family ever right behind his own true family?
“Husk suggested poker.” Pentious rolled his eyes.
“Against him? I’ve already had my balls in a vise once today, not in the mood for it twice.”
“Angel!” Vaggie scolded.
“Angel, that’s not a funny joke,” Charlie added more mildly and at his flat expression she said. “It’s a joke, right?” Her eyes widened. “Right?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, doll face. Val was in a mood today and you’d think it would have been a good one since he’s going to a club with twins tonight instead of me. He wasn’t impressed that I was content to come home and relax and we can leave it at that. No need to get into the whole cock and ball torture scenario we ended on.” When Charlie went paler, he went back to the subject at hand. “Also, I’m gutsy enough to take Husk on in poker if we’re playing for literal peanuts or candy or something but my sore balls aren’t up to putting in my hard earned cash.”
Husk side eyed him. “Fine, Charlie is holding forth on the virtues of Monopoly.”
“It was meant as a teaching tool against the evils of unbridled capitalism,” she said.
“I think it failed. What else is on the table?” He bit back his usual Angel Dusty self and didn’t add ‘besides me?’ See, that was growth, right?
“There’s this newer game, Pictionary. It’s like charades but you have to draw it,” Vaggie said.
“Why do I fear that with this group?” Angel shuddered.
“I have Uno. My minions enjoy it,” Pentious offered.
“It’s a type of card game. No betting. No one is putting you back in a ball cage,” Husk said off Angel’s quizzical look, earning his own scolding from Vaggie.
“I’m for that and if that doesn’t cause a family fight, we can try Pictionary so we can all go to bed angry.” Angel snorted.
“I think you’re missing the point,” Vaggie said.
“Toots, you don’t know my family. Any game you walk away from without a fresh knife or bullet wound is a good one.” He chuckled. “Let me go give Nuggsy his dinner.”
“Bring him down. We can all love on him,” Charlie said.
“Thanks, I will.” He levered himself off the couch. “Better do that before Husky buries himself in my chest fluff and takes a good sniff.”
Husk flushed under his fur. “Sorry but you smell like a candy bar.”
“I should wear this scent more often.” He winked at Husk who scowled at him.
“And Angel, I’m sorry if I’m the reason Valentino was mean to you today.” Charlie frowned, her lip wibbling.
He patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. He’s vicious, has been long before I met you. I’m on your side, Charlie, when it comes to choices between you or him. You’re worth it.” Angel glanced around the room before his gaze rested on Husk. “You all are.”
With that he headed up to retrieve his beloved baby. Maybe he was a fool and a dreamer but sometimes dreams came true, right? He had to believe in that. It was the only solace he had, that belief and these people. Yeah, they were worth it.
Making The First Move Fake
Credit Where It's Due Torchwood
More Than a Minor Misunderstanding Stargate Atlantis
All I Want for Christmas DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Things To Do in Toronto Murder She Wrote/Blood Ties
corruption in your mind Star Trek TNG
Overconfidence Torchwood
Forced to Take Drastic Steps Harry Potter
All I do is hurt you Witcher
and the moon is the only light we'll see 9-1-1
Build Your Heart a Home 9-1-1
Why Should You Linger 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest
at war with love 陈情令 | The Untamed
warming up 陈情令 | The Untamed
hardened wings 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù/陈情令 | The Untamed
Stress macrons Hazbin Hotel (this one was for me)
My Head is in the Clouds Right Now (Just Pray I Come Around) Hazbin Hotel
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Date: 2025-01-25 12:06 pm (UTC)And OMG WHAT, a Grimm reboot??? Given seasons 5 and 6, I'm ... afraid a bit, LOL, but even so! Wow!!!!
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Date: 2025-01-25 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-25 04:03 pm (UTC)(Not sure how I'd feel. I really hated that last scene with grown-up Kelly and Diana - seriously, you want to end it on "We have Wesen to kill", THAT'S where you're going???? ARGH! It goes so much against so much of the show.)
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Date: 2025-01-25 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-25 04:08 pm (UTC)(They're never going to do that, but I'd really love a movie or show with a Wesen hero.)
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