THAT'S IT I'M GETTING THE LES MIS FANDOM ON THIS

THAT'S IT I'M GETTING THE LES MIS FANDOM ON THIS

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so, im very close to coming out to my mum.

Im gonna stretch it here..

if this post gets 50k (if possible idek if it is), i’ll start hinting to my mum that im trans.

Hazbin Characters as Carrie Underwood Lyrics

Charlie - "This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going" Vaggie - "Dry lightning cracks across the skies, those storm clouds gather in her eyes" Angel Dust - "I know it's hard on a rainy day, you wanna shut the world out and just be left alone" Husk - "I don't mind being with everyone else but the there's nights like tonight when I, I want you to myself" Lucifer - "I can't be drunk and hungover at the same time" Alastor - "Exchanged a crimson smile and just walked away and left the secret at the grave" Lute - "Pretty much fake your way through anything but you can't cry pretty" Adam - "I'll pretend that I care, baby pull up a chair, we'll stay here til they make us go home" Cherri - "Adrenaline rising, ain't feeling no pain"

Sir Pentious - "Started off 'hey cutie where you from' and then it turned into oh no what I have I done" Emily - "By the time they catch on we'll be out of their sight" Sera - "I know it might sound bad but sometimes I need a smoke break"

[Um..... OOPS I started making this into a whole fanfiction centered around Emilute and Cherrisnake oh dear]

Silver - Prolouge & Chapter One

The princess's bodyguard isn't what she seems...

*Second-chance queer romantasy*

Prologue

Amirah and Reye had trusted each other. That was just the way it was, and the way it had always been. There were no secrets between them.

Well, that’s what Reye had thought. Until that morning. Even fifty-nine years later, she could still perfectly remember every detail. The shining blonde hair of the woman who had announced it on the television. The salty smell of the air left over from the rain the night before, and the way Amirah’s hair had still been wet when she sat, hunched over her desk, after she’d arrived early at school for the first time her senior year- and the last time she’d ever walked through those doors.

The fear in Amirah’s eyes every time someone said her name.

The fear that Reye had never seen Amirah show before.

The fear that Reye had never known the girl was capable of.

The fear. Always that fear.

And to think that twelve hours before, they’d been hugging goodbye, Amirah promising, promising, she wouldn’t do it.

Reye never should have trusted her.

But Amirah had always been too adept at lying for anyone’s good, least of all her own.

Chapter One

Kamali took a breath and prepared for the first moment of the rest of her life. Or, more accurately, of her new one. She held a pale, trembling hand up to her reflection in the exquisite mirror. Black hair. Teal eyes. Pale skin. All so, so new to her.

Perhaps she should have chosen a different color for her hair. Auburn? Honestly, lime green would’ve been better than what was probably the exact color of the deepest pits of the ocean. How had she ever thought black hair would look at all natural on her? Hopefully none of these people would have any common sense. No one had natural hair that shade. The color was actually navy blue. As… a reminder. And she had no hair products in her bathroom, so she couldn’t claim she’d dyed it. Of course she’d had to opt for the constant memory of what she stood to gain- and to lose.

Whatever. There were more important things that day than the color of her hair. Like making sure her secret stayed secure- especially from Johanna. No one would guess there was anything off about her. Kamali could put on a show like nobody’s business. And there was nothing she was better at than lying. As long as she managed not to lose her mind from being around those stuffy nobles for over ten minutes, she was in the clear. Hopefully forever. No one would ever expect the bodyguard to Crown Princess Silver of Florynlla to be…

Kamali took a breath and removed her hand from the mirror, sticky from being pressed against the glass for so long.

She forced her quivering body to stand upright and told herself to take a damn breath and stop shaking or no one was going to take her seriously.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she realized someone had told her that before, sixty-three years ago.

But no. She wasn’t going to think about that today. Or any day. Even having that near-forgotten name cross her mind wasn’t safe, not in front of Johanna. Kamali reached for the dagger slipped in the back of her slick black leather pants. Pictured it penetrating Johanna’s flesh, then hers. The two people who had done all this to her, the reasons she bore the scars across her torso and legs and neck. Finally- finally- at her mercy. As she had been at theirs for too long.

Kamali took one more deep breath, whirled on her heel, and left her enormous dressing room- who needed a dressing room, anyway? She’d been just fine without one for seventy-seven years!

Well. The lack of a dressing room wasn’t what had caused her to not be fine.

Everything Kamali was wearing seemed to be leather and black, which wasn’t ideal. It was the height of summer and no one deserved to be tormented with a snakeskin bra- a snakeskin bra? Really?- a shirt two sizes too large so she could hide weapons under it easily, but with the tightest tank top underneath to compensate for it so if she needed the weapons she could fight without the shirt weighing her down and shoes designed for a man eighteen inches taller than her (no one had time to get her footwear that actually fit her body). She had to honestly say her favorite piece of clothing had to be the secondhand polyester cape covering her neck and shoulders that dropped down to her thighs. She hadn’t been required to wear the cape, but without it, the scars peppering her neck would have been visible to any onlooker. Including Johanna.

They’re not going to recognize you, Kamali told herself as she gripped her left hand on the wooden spiral staircase directly outside her bedroom. They have no reason to suspect you if you don’t give them one.

Kamali tentatively placed one foot on the first step of the staircase.

She didn’t realize she’d managed to continue walking down it until she was already at the bottom. 

A pair of heavy wooden double doors loomed in front of her. A young woman with wavy hair the color of soil that was cropped roughly and unprofessionally at her cheekbones, light brown skin and eyes the shade of a clear sky in winter. A silver chain was draped around her throat.

She didn’t even have one dagger on her.

The unarmed woman stuck out her hand. “Princess Silver,” she said, smiling.

Kamali awkwardly shook hands with the future monarch. “Kamali. Your new bodyguard.” “Oh, thank the gods!” the princess gasped.

“What…” Kamali cocked her head.

“When Father announced I was to be assigned a guard, I thought it would be some insufferable old man! At least you’re someone who seems a bit interesting!” Was this girl capable of making an ounce of sense? Of course, she voluntarily dated Johanna Varyn, so perhaps she was simply insane.

It didn’t matter. One of them would be dead in a few weeks.

Kamali nodded, unsure of what to even say.

“The reception’s this way,” Princess Silver said, still with that smile plastered on her face. She pushed the oak doors open, and Kamali slinked into the room behind her.

And there were so many people.

Too many.

She didn’t even remember the last time she’d been in a crowded room like this.

No, she did.

It had been in that disgusting bar, and that damn song had been playing, and Kamali had danced with her, and dear gods, how many strangers had thought they were on a date? How many people had pulled either or both of them aside and informed them that it was improper for two women of their different classes to be so affectionate in public towards each other? And Kamali had laughed and told those people that they were wrong, that the two of them were just friends, and why in hell had she spent that whole night looking like she just wanted to cry, when a few days afterwards, it would be Kamali being tortured in a dungeon?

The floors of the reception were made of pristine white marble and perfectly polished chandeliers hung from the ceiling. All the money that went into this abomination could’ve gone to charity.

But people who had the money to donate never did.

Kamali wanted to close her eyes, wanted to block out all these people smiling and laughing and pretending the world they all lived in wasn’t broken. But the princess’s bodyguard couldn’t close her eyes, couldn’t turn her back on her charge for even two seconds.

Princess Silver dragged her around the ballroom for a good thirty minutes, introducing her to noble after noble, each one more terrible than the last.

“...Thank you for your time, Lord Jameson,” Silver finished, curtseying. “Eternal blessings upon you and your family.”

“You’re very welcome, my princess,” the six-foot lord finished. He turned to Kamali and grimaced. “She’s a Darkflame girl.” “Excellent observation,” Kamali said blandly.

Yes, this old man might be six feet tall.

But she was six-foot-one.

Princess Silver grabbed Kamali’s wrist and dragged her away from the lord. “And now it’s time for you to meet Queen Reye!” “What?” Kamali barked. “Of… of Hoperain?”

“Of course of Hoperain,” Silver said. “She doesn’t usually come to functions, of course, but because of the diplomacy mission-” “Diplomacy mission?” Kamali demanded.

“Didn’t you read the file? You were supposed to have gotten one. Tomorrow, we leave for a two-month visit to Hoperain. We’ll be residing in the queen’s palace,” the princess explained.

“...I mostly skimmed,” Kamali muttered. “It didn’t seem like the papers were going to be that important.” “Well, at least you’ll get a chance to become acquainted with her beforehand,” Silver said decisively. “Let’s go.”

Oh, we’re acquainted.

They crossed the dance floor, Princess Silver parting the crowd as she and her guard moved towards the queen.

Reye.

The person who, fifty-nine years ago, could’ve stood up.

Could’ve fought for her.

Could’ve saved Kamali.

And, if she’d done so, wouldn’t be dead in two months along with Johanna and her girlfriend.

Kamali’s best friend.

And almost more than that.

Her.

For today's episode of "Weird Hazbin Hotel Headcanons That Might Actually Be True", we have....

AFAB sinners in Hell still get periods because, come on guys, eternal torment.

DON’T MAKE COMMENTS ON CHILDREN’S WEIGHT

This is the fucking reason for my disorder

GUYS

Adam = Snow White

Fight me.