Sending one up for my Guardian Angel
Feb. 6th, 2026 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessI woke to zero no snow. It was due in at 2 AM. It starts instead exactly at 930 but friday is now a half day for me. I leave at noon. In those 2 1/2 hours it had snowed about 3-4 more inches. I can't see the road in town. Worse, I can't see it on the major highway but traffic is moving...until 1 1/2 miles from my place. Ahead of me I see two 18 wheelers skid, jack knife and bump into each other. I pump the brakes and naturally I'm not stopping. Worse, the 18 wheeler next to me also can't stop and he begins to jack knife. Luckily I DO stop without hitting anyone or skidding out. The 18 wheeler stops without taking me out.
No one behind me hits me. I'm like well a) glad I wasn't crammed and hopefully that stays that way b) I'm gonna be here forever c) I forgot my ereader. I call my parents to have something to do and then realize after dad says 'go grade something.' oh right I DID bring 6 folders of grading to do. that kept me busy for the next hour and 10 minutes. The truck drivers came back to be sure we were all okay. So no one was hurt. the big tow trucks come and the road is opened on one side and immediately the chucklefuck in the pick up behind me starts BLARING his horn at us. Dude, the cop is still in the road. When he says we can go we will.
I finished that vampire story about 800 words over. I might leave it that way because they said they'll read a little over and that's not that much.
I wrote something for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
halfamoon Here you go
Title: Bad Girl Gone Good
Summary: Cherri finds herself doing things she never imagined herself doing like writing letters and thinking about changing her ways.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The words were Tangible, Imaginary, Patch, Sheet, Persuade & Breakable and halfamoon's prompt of the outlaw
Pentious, you slithery sucker. Cherri reread her letter’s opening. It was lame but she was afraid if she jammed it full of the swears she’d usually use it might get Pentious in trouble in heaven. Hell, she still couldn’t believe she was writing him a letter. HER! Writing letters?!? She used to torment little Jo Winters about her foreign pen pals that the teen had been so proud of. She’d even ripped up a few of the letters the girl had been flashing about but mostly so she could impress Bill Jones, who loved edgy girls. He had laughed as Jo cried. God, she belonged in hell for being such a shit.
I miss you. I miss everything about you and how dumb is that? Do you miss me too? I miss fighting you. Pen, you were so fun to fight and being at this hotel is boring. Maybe heaven’s boring too. Bet you’re not allowed to fight there.
That worried Cherri. How could she not fight? It wasn’t like her. She was the outlaw, the bad girl and she had always loved that about herself. That might be the next part of her therapy with Charlie, which if she was honest, felt pointless. She preferred Husk’s brand of therapy. It was crude, rude and probably not helpful but at least it was entertaining. She didn’t do good with this sort of thing. She was better with tangible things than the not. Was she really going to change everything about herself for some snake bastard? Wasn’t the first time she changed herself for a man.
“It’s not what you’re doing,” Cherri whispered. “It’s for you. You want to be better. You want to reclaim all that lost potential you had in life.”
She’d wasted her life. Probably because her home life had been shite. She and Angel had talked about that a lot. Would they have been better people if they had happier childhoods? Maybe. Maybe not. She’d met a lot of silver spooners down here in hell. In fact, there were more of them than she would have guessed but it made sense. They treated people like they were lesser. Not every spooner, of course, but enough of them. But Angel had no choice but to be in the mafia. His fuckwit of a dad would have beat him to death otherwise. Having met Henroin, Cherri believed that fully. Her druggie parents made it too easy to fail in life.
Frank’s still alive, Penny. He’s made you a memorial shrine. Seeing you in heaven made his life. Baxter’s here by the way. I’m bending that fishy you know what until he makes Frank some buddies.
Baxter was doing it or she was kicking him straight over the Pentagram in the sky. Frank deserved buddies. It probably wouldn’t take much to persuade him. Baxter liked to be the smartest dude in the room and he knew no one else knew the secret to making more egg bois. What had his purpose been in inventing them in the first place? They were so breakable. What overlord would want them?
Pentious, that’s who. Okay he was only an overlord wanna-be but he’d gone all in on his egg bois. Cherri had zero doubt Pen loved them. She sighed. She missed him. She missed everything about her life before the whole Vox melt down, before knowing heaven was an attainable goal because she was scared by that idea. Cherri stared at her letter and let herself drift.
# # #
She tossed a tiny popper onto Angel’s filthy sheet from the safety of his windowsill where she was perched. Val had traumatized Angel so much he often came to swinging if you touched him while he was sleeping, passed out, whatever. It wasn’t often she saw him this grungy so Val was probably being extra this week otherwise Angel would never curl up with a crusty-assed sheet. The popper went off with a bang and he barely woke up. She threw another one and this time he sat upright with a lurch.
His glazed eyes tried to focus on her. “Cherri?”
“Wakey wakey. I have intel that Snake-face is gonna try to carve the tail end off my turf tonight. Get your guns and hurry your buns, babe.” She grinned.
Angel groaned and flopped down on his bed. “Go away, sugar tits.”
“Come on. You look like you could use a good get your rage out session.” Honestly, he looked like shit and probably smelled like it but she wasn’t telling him that.
“Cherri, any chance Sir Pentious has of getting your turf is strictly imaginary,” he protested twirling his finger near his temple.
“Yeah but I don’t want to have to be hiring people to clean up rubble for days. Drag your scrawny ass out of bed. I’ll make it worth your time.”
“You couldn’t possibly.”
“I might have hit Jiffy last night.”
That got his attention. Jiffy moved a lot of product and her security was a joke. Angel wouldn’t say no to a mountain of blow if he thought Cherri had it.
“Blow and all the baggies of pills ya want,” she promised.
“Fiiiine.”
He swung out of bed bare assed naked. Some attempt to patch him up had been made but Cherri could see wounds all over his back and half the dressings were dangling off his fuzz.
“I’m pretty sure heroin and oxy are in the stuff I boosted,” she added.
“I’ll take all you have,” he said, pulling on some pants, sans panties. He found a dark shirt in his closet that he occasionally wore when his normal bright colors would be a danger for whatever nonsense he was currently up to. He shoved a fedora on his head and brought out one of his Tommy guns with a crooked grin. “Ready when you are.”
“Let’s roll.”
It took them longer to get to her turf than it did to bring Pentious down to earth. The problem with Pentious’ war ship was the balloon that kept it up wasn’t exactly bullet proof. Angie tore through it with his tommy guns so fast, the snake bastard had no chance of outrunning the danger. As his egg bois frantically tried to patch the bladder, Pentious slithered out to fight. He did have some of the best weapons. That little death ray gun of his was vicious and it was all Cherri could do to keep ahead of it while Angel picked off egg bois like he was gonna make a record setting omelet.
Pentious dodged falling debris from one of her bombs – she was doing a better job of fucking up her turf than he was – and he came up with another gun. This one shot out bondage and Angel toppled, trussed up. He’d probably be edging by the time she rescued him. Angel loved his tied-up time. Cherri squared off with Pentious, a wicked grin on both their faces. Damn it, he was enjoying this as much as she was.
# # #
“And you did, didn’t you, ya bastard? You enjoyed it too.” Cherri wiped the tears from her eye. He’d shown her something she hadn’t known before, a new kind of love. She wanted more of it and the only way to get it was to turn over a new leaf. She needed to be better. She would be better and definitely not just for someone else’s sake. She wanted this even if she liked to pretend she didn’t.
Cherri sealed the letter and went to find Charlie who would make sure the letter got to heaven. Smiling softly Cherri allowed herself to imagine what would happen when the letter made it there. She laughed. It would be amazing and one day, she’d be able to deliver the letters herself.
And here's my friday fannish 50 recs
14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel
The Hazards of Being Jack O'Neill Stargate Atlantis
Battle Of The Library Torchwood
When In Rome Stargate SG-1
Return of the Hale Pack Teen Wolf
Late Night Arrival The Owl House
Lost Love, Lost Life Torchwood
the Love Songs of the Urban Borahae Bird 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Weirder Weather Torchwood
Episode 2: Exist Ugly Dolls
Vulcans Don't Feel Guilt (Usually) Star Trek: Enterprise
Not Everyone Gets a Second Chance Inspector George Gently
talk (let's have conversations in the dark). Merlin
Wait for Back-up Prodigal Son
The heart on the right side. The Nightmare Before Christmas
Consequences 9-1-1
honesty is the best policy 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
nightmares The Amazing Digital Circus
Ombrielle The Amazing Digital Circus
In the Know Teen Wolf
Resting MCU
No one behind me hits me. I'm like well a) glad I wasn't crammed and hopefully that stays that way b) I'm gonna be here forever c) I forgot my ereader. I call my parents to have something to do and then realize after dad says 'go grade something.' oh right I DID bring 6 folders of grading to do. that kept me busy for the next hour and 10 minutes. The truck drivers came back to be sure we were all okay. So no one was hurt. the big tow trucks come and the road is opened on one side and immediately the chucklefuck in the pick up behind me starts BLARING his horn at us. Dude, the cop is still in the road. When he says we can go we will.
I finished that vampire story about 800 words over. I might leave it that way because they said they'll read a little over and that's not that much.
I wrote something for
halfamoon Here you goTitle: Bad Girl Gone Good
Summary: Cherri finds herself doing things she never imagined herself doing like writing letters and thinking about changing her ways.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The words were Tangible, Imaginary, Patch, Sheet, Persuade & Breakable and halfamoon's prompt of the outlaw
Pentious, you slithery sucker. Cherri reread her letter’s opening. It was lame but she was afraid if she jammed it full of the swears she’d usually use it might get Pentious in trouble in heaven. Hell, she still couldn’t believe she was writing him a letter. HER! Writing letters?!? She used to torment little Jo Winters about her foreign pen pals that the teen had been so proud of. She’d even ripped up a few of the letters the girl had been flashing about but mostly so she could impress Bill Jones, who loved edgy girls. He had laughed as Jo cried. God, she belonged in hell for being such a shit.
I miss you. I miss everything about you and how dumb is that? Do you miss me too? I miss fighting you. Pen, you were so fun to fight and being at this hotel is boring. Maybe heaven’s boring too. Bet you’re not allowed to fight there.
That worried Cherri. How could she not fight? It wasn’t like her. She was the outlaw, the bad girl and she had always loved that about herself. That might be the next part of her therapy with Charlie, which if she was honest, felt pointless. She preferred Husk’s brand of therapy. It was crude, rude and probably not helpful but at least it was entertaining. She didn’t do good with this sort of thing. She was better with tangible things than the not. Was she really going to change everything about herself for some snake bastard? Wasn’t the first time she changed herself for a man.
“It’s not what you’re doing,” Cherri whispered. “It’s for you. You want to be better. You want to reclaim all that lost potential you had in life.”
She’d wasted her life. Probably because her home life had been shite. She and Angel had talked about that a lot. Would they have been better people if they had happier childhoods? Maybe. Maybe not. She’d met a lot of silver spooners down here in hell. In fact, there were more of them than she would have guessed but it made sense. They treated people like they were lesser. Not every spooner, of course, but enough of them. But Angel had no choice but to be in the mafia. His fuckwit of a dad would have beat him to death otherwise. Having met Henroin, Cherri believed that fully. Her druggie parents made it too easy to fail in life.
Frank’s still alive, Penny. He’s made you a memorial shrine. Seeing you in heaven made his life. Baxter’s here by the way. I’m bending that fishy you know what until he makes Frank some buddies.
Baxter was doing it or she was kicking him straight over the Pentagram in the sky. Frank deserved buddies. It probably wouldn’t take much to persuade him. Baxter liked to be the smartest dude in the room and he knew no one else knew the secret to making more egg bois. What had his purpose been in inventing them in the first place? They were so breakable. What overlord would want them?
Pentious, that’s who. Okay he was only an overlord wanna-be but he’d gone all in on his egg bois. Cherri had zero doubt Pen loved them. She sighed. She missed him. She missed everything about her life before the whole Vox melt down, before knowing heaven was an attainable goal because she was scared by that idea. Cherri stared at her letter and let herself drift.
# # #
She tossed a tiny popper onto Angel’s filthy sheet from the safety of his windowsill where she was perched. Val had traumatized Angel so much he often came to swinging if you touched him while he was sleeping, passed out, whatever. It wasn’t often she saw him this grungy so Val was probably being extra this week otherwise Angel would never curl up with a crusty-assed sheet. The popper went off with a bang and he barely woke up. She threw another one and this time he sat upright with a lurch.
His glazed eyes tried to focus on her. “Cherri?”
“Wakey wakey. I have intel that Snake-face is gonna try to carve the tail end off my turf tonight. Get your guns and hurry your buns, babe.” She grinned.
Angel groaned and flopped down on his bed. “Go away, sugar tits.”
“Come on. You look like you could use a good get your rage out session.” Honestly, he looked like shit and probably smelled like it but she wasn’t telling him that.
“Cherri, any chance Sir Pentious has of getting your turf is strictly imaginary,” he protested twirling his finger near his temple.
“Yeah but I don’t want to have to be hiring people to clean up rubble for days. Drag your scrawny ass out of bed. I’ll make it worth your time.”
“You couldn’t possibly.”
“I might have hit Jiffy last night.”
That got his attention. Jiffy moved a lot of product and her security was a joke. Angel wouldn’t say no to a mountain of blow if he thought Cherri had it.
“Blow and all the baggies of pills ya want,” she promised.
“Fiiiine.”
He swung out of bed bare assed naked. Some attempt to patch him up had been made but Cherri could see wounds all over his back and half the dressings were dangling off his fuzz.
“I’m pretty sure heroin and oxy are in the stuff I boosted,” she added.
“I’ll take all you have,” he said, pulling on some pants, sans panties. He found a dark shirt in his closet that he occasionally wore when his normal bright colors would be a danger for whatever nonsense he was currently up to. He shoved a fedora on his head and brought out one of his Tommy guns with a crooked grin. “Ready when you are.”
“Let’s roll.”
It took them longer to get to her turf than it did to bring Pentious down to earth. The problem with Pentious’ war ship was the balloon that kept it up wasn’t exactly bullet proof. Angie tore through it with his tommy guns so fast, the snake bastard had no chance of outrunning the danger. As his egg bois frantically tried to patch the bladder, Pentious slithered out to fight. He did have some of the best weapons. That little death ray gun of his was vicious and it was all Cherri could do to keep ahead of it while Angel picked off egg bois like he was gonna make a record setting omelet.
Pentious dodged falling debris from one of her bombs – she was doing a better job of fucking up her turf than he was – and he came up with another gun. This one shot out bondage and Angel toppled, trussed up. He’d probably be edging by the time she rescued him. Angel loved his tied-up time. Cherri squared off with Pentious, a wicked grin on both their faces. Damn it, he was enjoying this as much as she was.
# # #
“And you did, didn’t you, ya bastard? You enjoyed it too.” Cherri wiped the tears from her eye. He’d shown her something she hadn’t known before, a new kind of love. She wanted more of it and the only way to get it was to turn over a new leaf. She needed to be better. She would be better and definitely not just for someone else’s sake. She wanted this even if she liked to pretend she didn’t.
Cherri sealed the letter and went to find Charlie who would make sure the letter got to heaven. Smiling softly Cherri allowed herself to imagine what would happen when the letter made it there. She laughed. It would be amazing and one day, she’d be able to deliver the letters herself.
And here's my friday fannish 50 recs
14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel
The Hazards of Being Jack O'Neill Stargate Atlantis
Battle Of The Library Torchwood
When In Rome Stargate SG-1
Return of the Hale Pack Teen Wolf
Late Night Arrival The Owl House
Lost Love, Lost Life Torchwood
the Love Songs of the Urban Borahae Bird 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Weirder Weather Torchwood
Episode 2: Exist Ugly Dolls
Vulcans Don't Feel Guilt (Usually) Star Trek: Enterprise
Not Everyone Gets a Second Chance Inspector George Gently
talk (let's have conversations in the dark). Merlin
Wait for Back-up Prodigal Son
The heart on the right side. The Nightmare Before Christmas
Consequences 9-1-1
honesty is the best policy 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
nightmares The Amazing Digital Circus
Ombrielle The Amazing Digital Circus
In the Know Teen Wolf
Resting MCU
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