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cornerofmadnessThe day started with a nightmare. I dreamed I was in my dad's workshop in his basement screaming at him that no one liked him and he was crying. Mom was yelling at me why did you do this and I said he was hitting my SiL and I lost it (to be clear he would never do that).
I go to work shocked everyone actually showed up except a few trapped by flooding (ah spring). It was going well...and then I got two emails (I wasn't even going to look at them but I needed to get any late submissions of work due today) about more cheating. And it IS more, in a different class. One has only heard about the girls bragging about it and doesn't want in trouble and the other came to speak to me since she was on campus and she said the same thing they're bragging about it. She doesn't know the student's name but from her description I know exactly who it is (another athlete)
Since I didn't catch them and there's no proof, I can't kick it up the chain. I DID tell the dean and I plan on talking to the heads of their departments to get some help. Not saying a word to them, just making them all put their phones in a box. They get them back at the end of the exam. No warning. Let's see what happens then. And other one hasn't been to lab...ever. Just has excuses and asks to make them up. Guess that's going away.
So now I'm an hour late getting home. Then the GI track says yeah you ain't leaving the bathroom. Once that fit was pitched I started getting ready and my sugar crashes out. Eye roll. Rocket tried to get in the bedroom and hide. FINALLY I'm out of the house. It's now after 230 and I haven't had lunch.
I have to go to Jackson to get a book from the library before it's sent back so I'll go to Sonic's. Get there. It's 240 and there are NINE cars in line. I nope out, stop for KFC and then go to Tim Horton's, the new one and this is the third time the guys on the window can't figure out a drink order (caramel machiatto, it's your standard fing menu) so I might be done with this place.
In the mean time the gas station's are changing their prices by 50 cents so I get my library book, race back across town to where they haven't got that message yet. Off I go. It's now 3 pm. I was supposed to BE here by now.
Luckily it was an easy drive and this Best Western has been recently redone. It's nice, clean...and the bathroom is an afterthought. You come in the door and immediately is a curtain pretending an alcove is the closet (at least there's a half dozen hangers not that I need them for 1 day) and the bathroom is SO small the toilet and tub nearly touch and the sink is in another part of the room outside the bathroom door.... BUT it has a fridge and microwave which the last two expensive hotels I've stayed at did not manage to have.
Everyone and their grandma is in the pool. Glad I didn't plan on that but this place is...well let's just say I love living in the country but I DO miss having options. I had researched, as I always do, best places to eat and planned to go to Dolsot Bistro as there is NO Korean food within 60 miles of me. I get to the strip mall and in it side by side is Korean, Chinese, Boba place, Indian place, juice joint and Phoenican/middle east food and a huge stand alone Mexican place. WOW. AND in the 2 miles from my hotel to hear it was nothing but food and strip malls including three other Korean places and a Greek place right across the street.
I got some goonmandu (fried dumplings that were amazing) and tofu doenjang dolsot (fine cut tofu, basically a sweetish red miso, veggies and a lightly fried egg on the rice. man crispy rice is a different, tastier experience (yes I'm not meant to have rice but...this is once in like 2 years for me as far as Korean food goes). Also they had a sliver of their pancakes on the kimchi tray and man I wish that app wasn't the price of dinner or I'd gotten that. It was amazing.
In theory I get breakfast free here and they have the daily specials written out. Every day is the same thing....ha. If it sucks we share a parking lot with the Waffle House.
And if something goes sideways with the festival I'll just drop down to Cincinnati and do fun stuff.
I did write something.
Title: She’s on the Ball
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Summary: Angel has lost track of his belongings. At least Niffty knows what’s going on.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for the allbingo prompt of scrapbooking and forspikesgirl58’s six words challenge. The words were Song, Finger, Unhealthy, Righteous, School, & Optimize and was inspired by Sarajayechan’s three sentence ficathon’s prompt of Hazbin Hotel, Niffty /& anyone, sometimes they forget that for all her chaotic murders she's the most organized housekeeper this side of the Pride Ring but I didn’t share it there because it was less Niffty than I think was wanted, gifting it here anyhow.
Angel had looked everywhere for his favorite flowing skirt, a delicate fabric covered in light catching rhinestones. It was nowhere in his room but he had worn it yesterday. Granted, most of yesterday had been a blur. What the hell had happened to it? Surely he hadn’t come home with no bottoms, right? He’d been high and drunk but usually he retained his clothing. Why was it missing? He was way too hung over for this shit.
He checked Nuggsy’s bed because it wouldn’t be the first time his baby grabbed his stuff and cuddled with it. Nothing. Angel retraced his steps but it wasn’t just lying about. It wasn’t draped anywhere in the lobby, not that he could imagine taking it off there. What about the bar? Huskie often bound up the worst of his wounds until his sinner…what did he want to call it? Magic? Undead powers? Kicked in and he healed. Husk was sleeping on the pillow he’d made of his arms on the bar top so Angel tried to be very quiet.
His skirt wasn’t around the bar stools so he crept around to the back of the bar with Husk. There was a pile of cloth on the floor so Angel got on his knees and sorted it. The pile was all bar rags. What the heck was Husk doing? Giving each glass its own rag? Feeling eyes on him, Angel looked up into Husk’s dark eyes.
“Do I wanna know?” Husk asked. “And it better not be inappropriate.” He jabbed a finger at Angel.
“We’re past all that,” Angel huffed, thinking that yeah, usually when he was in this position with someone sitting over him, he’d be gently pushing their knees open so he could get his head in there. That it was his every day fall back position had to be unhealthy.
“Well, I thought so then I find you on the floor creeping up on me.”
“I’m digging through this looking for the skirt I had on yesterday.” Angel lifted a rag and let it drop.
“You gave that to Niffty last night.” Husk shrugged
Angel made a face as he stood. “I took my skirt off for Niffty? I mean, I know I was high…”
“You had fallen on the way home and ripped it. You were inconsolable in the sloppiest way possible.”
Angel’s cheeks heated up. God, he hated when he got like that. “Sorry.”
Husk waved him off.
“So…what’s with the giant pile of rags?”
“Niffty’s decided all of those are too far gone to be used in cleaning anything. You know how she is. She wanted me to sort them into ones that could possibly be saved and which ones she can toss.”
“Got any I could use to wipe down Fat Nuggets if he gets into something gross outside? I usually want that off him before I get him up to my tub.”
“I’ll sort you a few later. It was a long night.” Husk stifled a yawn.
“Because I was an inconsolable jackass?”
“Mostly.” Husk snorted. “Took me forever to get you upstairs and to sleep. Contemplated punching you one when you started singing that ridiculous Verosika Mayday song.”
“Vacay to Bone Town?” Angel face palmed.
“Was almost Vacay to right cross villa.” Husk narrowed his eyes. “On the other hand, Pentious got good footage of you standing on the coffee table screaming it out while bottomless.”
Angel covered his eyes, pressing his palms against his aching head. “For fuck’s sake. Think I can bribe him to give me that?”
Husk reached behind him and got two mugs off the shelf and poured coffee. “You don’t have anything Pentious would want and it’s already in Cherri Bomb’s hands.”
“Well, I’m fucked. I guess I need to school Pen on drunk etiquette.”
“I thought that was to take all the embarrassing photos of your buddies you can and distribute them far and wide.” Husk’s grin was downright feral.
“Some days I miss the 1930s when no one had a camera and you could embarrass yourself in relative private.” Angel thumped his head down on the bar. Husk patted his back. “Any idea where Niffty is now?” he asked the wooden bar top.
“She’ll be back through here shortly so she can yell at me for messing up her schedule because I fell asleep instead of sorting rags.” Husk slipped off the stool so he could scoop up the pile. “You can help.”
“Niffty has a schedule?”
“Oh yes. Actually, for all her chaos, Niffty takes her cleaning work seriously. It’s not just something she enjoys, she takes pride in it.”
“I’d ask who enjoys cleaning but I’m pretty sure my mammina did. You did not leave things lying around. She used to whip my brother’s ass with a wooden spoon on a regular basis.” Angel laughed at the memory of Arackniss whining he was too old for a spanking but he never tried to stop their mother. The woman suffered enough at Henroin’s hands. When they had gotten older, they had protected her against him.
“Even though this place is mostly empty, Niffty has her charts and plans to keep things clean.”
“I don’t let her in my room unless I’m there. She and I have different ideas of what is trash. She tried to throw out a box of my toys once.”
Husk blinked rapidly and then stifled a laugh. “I should not be picturing that battle. God, the images.”
“It wasn’t funny!” Angel tried not to laugh because in retrospect it was hysterical. “One of my best vibrators fell on the floor and started up.”
Husk lost it, going face down in his pile of rags.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, fuzzball.”
“I knew I’d regret sitting you down to watch Star Wars.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“Too bad you ain’t as tall as Chewie.”
Husk gave him the finger just as Niffty came in. She looked at the unsorted pile and frowned.
“Husk!”
“I fell asleep.”
“Was he distracting you?” She glared up at Angel.
“Actually I was asking him where you were. I have a question. Did you take my skirt last night?”
She nodded. “It was ripped so I sewed it up.”
“Oh. Thanks. Can I have it now?”
“I’m busy. I’m behind schedule.” She pulled a tattered piece of paper from her apron pocket and showed him. It was an impressive list of chores he hadn’t even known she did. She really did know how to optimize her time. “Someone threw up on the rug again last night and I had to clean it up.”
Niffty shot him a look of righteous anger. Angel quelled.
“Sorry. I was sick.”
“Drunk.”
Okay so she was more observant than he thought too. “Sorry. Can I just go get my skirt? That way I won’t cause you any more trouble.”
“It’s in my room.”
He made a lemony face. “Is it locked? Can I go in?”
She shrugged. “It’s fine. Husk, sort those rags!” Niffty shook her feather duster at him and ran off to whatever the next chore on her list was.
“Good luck,” Angel told him and hiked himself back upstairs.
He’d never been in Niffty’s room before and was literally terrified of what he might find. The room was neat, cleanest room in the building. That only made the severed rat head pile on the dresser and the various roaches jammed onto pins all the more disturbing. His skirt was on the bed next to a book. When he went to scoop it up, he saw the book was a scrapbook. It was wrong. He shouldn’t invade her privacy, especially after she had fixed his skirt.
He was just going to sit on the bed and examine the repair, nothing more. Right? Hell, Niffty’s tiny stitches made the tear nearly invisible. He’d need to bring her a thank you gift. What did you get a little psycho? Even as he examined the repaired skirt, his other set of hands wandered to the book and opened it. Was that a piece of Husk’s fur? It was absolutely one of his feathers. Okay, nope to the roach carcass covered in rhinestones.
Angel laughed when he turned the page and saw Valentino’s neck ruff fluff taped there. He’d recognize that anywhere. He closed the book and stood up. He knew exactly what to get her as a thank you. He’d set her loose in his father and brother’s fortress. A whole family’s worth of fuzzy spider sinner bad boys would set her heart aflutter; she’d love it. She could rip the fluff out of all of them. He’d top it with some time at his favorite bondage club and let her whip a few people. That seemed like a great payment for fixing his skirt.
Gathering up his skirt, Angel let himself out. His head still pounded but his heart was lighter.
“Think I’ll treat myself to a nap.”
Content, Angel hummed Vacay to Bone Town as he sauntered his way back to his room. He had his misgivings about coming to this hotel but it was the best thing he’d ever done in hell. The people here had his back and that meant everything.
Fannish 50 recs
Starsky's Flowers Starsky & Hutch
but turn it does The Murderbot Diaries
The Art of Selling Yourself Profitably Hazbin Hotel
Persistence Torchwood
Strikethrough Hazbin Hotel
Escape to the Beta Site Stargate Atlantis
Downward Spiral The Owl House
Letting Hope In Hazbin Hotel
Topless Hazbin Hotel
Episode 4: Right Here, Where I Don’t Belong UglyDolls
Born To Be Wild. 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Endings And Beginnings Torchwood
Watching The Professionals
listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness Helluva Boss
Gently Growing Together Inspector George Gently
The Truth Exposed. Stargate Atlantis
you were beautiful back then, but so lonely Hazbin Hotel
God Sends Meat And The Devils Send Cooks Hazbin Hotel
There's No Aftercare in Hell Hazbin Hotel
in heaven an angel is nobody in particular Hazbin Hotel
I go to work shocked everyone actually showed up except a few trapped by flooding (ah spring). It was going well...and then I got two emails (I wasn't even going to look at them but I needed to get any late submissions of work due today) about more cheating. And it IS more, in a different class. One has only heard about the girls bragging about it and doesn't want in trouble and the other came to speak to me since she was on campus and she said the same thing they're bragging about it. She doesn't know the student's name but from her description I know exactly who it is (another athlete)
Since I didn't catch them and there's no proof, I can't kick it up the chain. I DID tell the dean and I plan on talking to the heads of their departments to get some help. Not saying a word to them, just making them all put their phones in a box. They get them back at the end of the exam. No warning. Let's see what happens then. And other one hasn't been to lab...ever. Just has excuses and asks to make them up. Guess that's going away.
So now I'm an hour late getting home. Then the GI track says yeah you ain't leaving the bathroom. Once that fit was pitched I started getting ready and my sugar crashes out. Eye roll. Rocket tried to get in the bedroom and hide. FINALLY I'm out of the house. It's now after 230 and I haven't had lunch.
I have to go to Jackson to get a book from the library before it's sent back so I'll go to Sonic's. Get there. It's 240 and there are NINE cars in line. I nope out, stop for KFC and then go to Tim Horton's, the new one and this is the third time the guys on the window can't figure out a drink order (caramel machiatto, it's your standard fing menu) so I might be done with this place.
In the mean time the gas station's are changing their prices by 50 cents so I get my library book, race back across town to where they haven't got that message yet. Off I go. It's now 3 pm. I was supposed to BE here by now.
Luckily it was an easy drive and this Best Western has been recently redone. It's nice, clean...and the bathroom is an afterthought. You come in the door and immediately is a curtain pretending an alcove is the closet (at least there's a half dozen hangers not that I need them for 1 day) and the bathroom is SO small the toilet and tub nearly touch and the sink is in another part of the room outside the bathroom door.... BUT it has a fridge and microwave which the last two expensive hotels I've stayed at did not manage to have.
Everyone and their grandma is in the pool. Glad I didn't plan on that but this place is...well let's just say I love living in the country but I DO miss having options. I had researched, as I always do, best places to eat and planned to go to Dolsot Bistro as there is NO Korean food within 60 miles of me. I get to the strip mall and in it side by side is Korean, Chinese, Boba place, Indian place, juice joint and Phoenican/middle east food and a huge stand alone Mexican place. WOW. AND in the 2 miles from my hotel to hear it was nothing but food and strip malls including three other Korean places and a Greek place right across the street.
I got some goonmandu (fried dumplings that were amazing) and tofu doenjang dolsot (fine cut tofu, basically a sweetish red miso, veggies and a lightly fried egg on the rice. man crispy rice is a different, tastier experience (yes I'm not meant to have rice but...this is once in like 2 years for me as far as Korean food goes). Also they had a sliver of their pancakes on the kimchi tray and man I wish that app wasn't the price of dinner or I'd gotten that. It was amazing.
In theory I get breakfast free here and they have the daily specials written out. Every day is the same thing....ha. If it sucks we share a parking lot with the Waffle House.
And if something goes sideways with the festival I'll just drop down to Cincinnati and do fun stuff.
I did write something.
Title: She’s on the Ball
<
Summary: Angel has lost track of his belongings. At least Niffty knows what’s going on.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for the allbingo prompt of scrapbooking and for
spikesgirl58’s six words challenge. The words were Song, Finger, Unhealthy, Righteous, School, & Optimize and was inspired by Sarajayechan’s three sentence ficathon’s prompt of Hazbin Hotel, Niffty /& anyone, sometimes they forget that for all her chaotic murders she's the most organized housekeeper this side of the Pride Ring but I didn’t share it there because it was less Niffty than I think was wanted, gifting it here anyhow.Angel had looked everywhere for his favorite flowing skirt, a delicate fabric covered in light catching rhinestones. It was nowhere in his room but he had worn it yesterday. Granted, most of yesterday had been a blur. What the hell had happened to it? Surely he hadn’t come home with no bottoms, right? He’d been high and drunk but usually he retained his clothing. Why was it missing? He was way too hung over for this shit.
He checked Nuggsy’s bed because it wouldn’t be the first time his baby grabbed his stuff and cuddled with it. Nothing. Angel retraced his steps but it wasn’t just lying about. It wasn’t draped anywhere in the lobby, not that he could imagine taking it off there. What about the bar? Huskie often bound up the worst of his wounds until his sinner…what did he want to call it? Magic? Undead powers? Kicked in and he healed. Husk was sleeping on the pillow he’d made of his arms on the bar top so Angel tried to be very quiet.
His skirt wasn’t around the bar stools so he crept around to the back of the bar with Husk. There was a pile of cloth on the floor so Angel got on his knees and sorted it. The pile was all bar rags. What the heck was Husk doing? Giving each glass its own rag? Feeling eyes on him, Angel looked up into Husk’s dark eyes.
“Do I wanna know?” Husk asked. “And it better not be inappropriate.” He jabbed a finger at Angel.
“We’re past all that,” Angel huffed, thinking that yeah, usually when he was in this position with someone sitting over him, he’d be gently pushing their knees open so he could get his head in there. That it was his every day fall back position had to be unhealthy.
“Well, I thought so then I find you on the floor creeping up on me.”
“I’m digging through this looking for the skirt I had on yesterday.” Angel lifted a rag and let it drop.
“You gave that to Niffty last night.” Husk shrugged
Angel made a face as he stood. “I took my skirt off for Niffty? I mean, I know I was high…”
“You had fallen on the way home and ripped it. You were inconsolable in the sloppiest way possible.”
Angel’s cheeks heated up. God, he hated when he got like that. “Sorry.”
Husk waved him off.
“So…what’s with the giant pile of rags?”
“Niffty’s decided all of those are too far gone to be used in cleaning anything. You know how she is. She wanted me to sort them into ones that could possibly be saved and which ones she can toss.”
“Got any I could use to wipe down Fat Nuggets if he gets into something gross outside? I usually want that off him before I get him up to my tub.”
“I’ll sort you a few later. It was a long night.” Husk stifled a yawn.
“Because I was an inconsolable jackass?”
“Mostly.” Husk snorted. “Took me forever to get you upstairs and to sleep. Contemplated punching you one when you started singing that ridiculous Verosika Mayday song.”
“Vacay to Bone Town?” Angel face palmed.
“Was almost Vacay to right cross villa.” Husk narrowed his eyes. “On the other hand, Pentious got good footage of you standing on the coffee table screaming it out while bottomless.”
Angel covered his eyes, pressing his palms against his aching head. “For fuck’s sake. Think I can bribe him to give me that?”
Husk reached behind him and got two mugs off the shelf and poured coffee. “You don’t have anything Pentious would want and it’s already in Cherri Bomb’s hands.”
“Well, I’m fucked. I guess I need to school Pen on drunk etiquette.”
“I thought that was to take all the embarrassing photos of your buddies you can and distribute them far and wide.” Husk’s grin was downright feral.
“Some days I miss the 1930s when no one had a camera and you could embarrass yourself in relative private.” Angel thumped his head down on the bar. Husk patted his back. “Any idea where Niffty is now?” he asked the wooden bar top.
“She’ll be back through here shortly so she can yell at me for messing up her schedule because I fell asleep instead of sorting rags.” Husk slipped off the stool so he could scoop up the pile. “You can help.”
“Niffty has a schedule?”
“Oh yes. Actually, for all her chaos, Niffty takes her cleaning work seriously. It’s not just something she enjoys, she takes pride in it.”
“I’d ask who enjoys cleaning but I’m pretty sure my mammina did. You did not leave things lying around. She used to whip my brother’s ass with a wooden spoon on a regular basis.” Angel laughed at the memory of Arackniss whining he was too old for a spanking but he never tried to stop their mother. The woman suffered enough at Henroin’s hands. When they had gotten older, they had protected her against him.
“Even though this place is mostly empty, Niffty has her charts and plans to keep things clean.”
“I don’t let her in my room unless I’m there. She and I have different ideas of what is trash. She tried to throw out a box of my toys once.”
Husk blinked rapidly and then stifled a laugh. “I should not be picturing that battle. God, the images.”
“It wasn’t funny!” Angel tried not to laugh because in retrospect it was hysterical. “One of my best vibrators fell on the floor and started up.”
Husk lost it, going face down in his pile of rags.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, fuzzball.”
“I knew I’d regret sitting you down to watch Star Wars.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“Too bad you ain’t as tall as Chewie.”
Husk gave him the finger just as Niffty came in. She looked at the unsorted pile and frowned.
“Husk!”
“I fell asleep.”
“Was he distracting you?” She glared up at Angel.
“Actually I was asking him where you were. I have a question. Did you take my skirt last night?”
She nodded. “It was ripped so I sewed it up.”
“Oh. Thanks. Can I have it now?”
“I’m busy. I’m behind schedule.” She pulled a tattered piece of paper from her apron pocket and showed him. It was an impressive list of chores he hadn’t even known she did. She really did know how to optimize her time. “Someone threw up on the rug again last night and I had to clean it up.”
Niffty shot him a look of righteous anger. Angel quelled.
“Sorry. I was sick.”
“Drunk.”
Okay so she was more observant than he thought too. “Sorry. Can I just go get my skirt? That way I won’t cause you any more trouble.”
“It’s in my room.”
He made a lemony face. “Is it locked? Can I go in?”
She shrugged. “It’s fine. Husk, sort those rags!” Niffty shook her feather duster at him and ran off to whatever the next chore on her list was.
“Good luck,” Angel told him and hiked himself back upstairs.
He’d never been in Niffty’s room before and was literally terrified of what he might find. The room was neat, cleanest room in the building. That only made the severed rat head pile on the dresser and the various roaches jammed onto pins all the more disturbing. His skirt was on the bed next to a book. When he went to scoop it up, he saw the book was a scrapbook. It was wrong. He shouldn’t invade her privacy, especially after she had fixed his skirt.
He was just going to sit on the bed and examine the repair, nothing more. Right? Hell, Niffty’s tiny stitches made the tear nearly invisible. He’d need to bring her a thank you gift. What did you get a little psycho? Even as he examined the repaired skirt, his other set of hands wandered to the book and opened it. Was that a piece of Husk’s fur? It was absolutely one of his feathers. Okay, nope to the roach carcass covered in rhinestones.
Angel laughed when he turned the page and saw Valentino’s neck ruff fluff taped there. He’d recognize that anywhere. He closed the book and stood up. He knew exactly what to get her as a thank you. He’d set her loose in his father and brother’s fortress. A whole family’s worth of fuzzy spider sinner bad boys would set her heart aflutter; she’d love it. She could rip the fluff out of all of them. He’d top it with some time at his favorite bondage club and let her whip a few people. That seemed like a great payment for fixing his skirt.
Gathering up his skirt, Angel let himself out. His head still pounded but his heart was lighter.
“Think I’ll treat myself to a nap.”
Content, Angel hummed Vacay to Bone Town as he sauntered his way back to his room. He had his misgivings about coming to this hotel but it was the best thing he’d ever done in hell. The people here had his back and that meant everything.
Fannish 50 recs
Starsky's Flowers Starsky & Hutch
but turn it does The Murderbot Diaries
The Art of Selling Yourself Profitably Hazbin Hotel
Persistence Torchwood
Strikethrough Hazbin Hotel
Escape to the Beta Site Stargate Atlantis
Downward Spiral The Owl House
Letting Hope In Hazbin Hotel
Topless Hazbin Hotel
Episode 4: Right Here, Where I Don’t Belong UglyDolls
Born To Be Wild. 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Endings And Beginnings Torchwood
Watching The Professionals
listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness Helluva Boss
Gently Growing Together Inspector George Gently
The Truth Exposed. Stargate Atlantis
you were beautiful back then, but so lonely Hazbin Hotel
God Sends Meat And The Devils Send Cooks Hazbin Hotel
There's No Aftercare in Hell Hazbin Hotel
in heaven an angel is nobody in particular Hazbin Hotel
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