PandaQueen2347

@Ciara_Morningstar thanks, I thought that kind a scene would be perfect for Rumi and her father.
            
            Oh, and I posted the scene I need help with for my story on your page. If you can help me with that, I would be so grateful. Please and thank you. :)

@PandaQueen2347 I love it. It reminds of that scene in Kung Fu Panda 3 where Po and his dad have the heart to heart and he tells Po about his mother.

@Ciara_Morningstar thank you oh what did you think of my Seong and Rumi scene idea?

@Ciara_Morningstar OK I did my best. Tell me what you think:
            
            Meira took a breath. It was Sharp, resolute, and then she spoke.
            
            “Many of you see me as something new,” she began, voice steady but fierce. “Hell’s first ever Nephalem… born of angel and demon. You think I represent hope. You think I’m some kind of savior.”
            
            The crowd cheered for her. Chanting for their new found hero of hell! Her eyes swept the room, challenge burning like fire.
            
            “And maybe I am strong,” she said. “Maybe I’m more powerful than most of you ever believed possible. But don’t you dare call me your hero.”
            
            The crowd stop there chanting . Then murmurs rippled through the crowd.
            
            “I don’t fight for glory. I don’t fight for adoration,” she continued. “I fight for survival. I fight for this hotel… this home, and for the people who actually live here.”
            
            Her gaze hardened.
            
            “You want enemies?” she asked, voice rising. “I’ll tell you who our real enemies are! Ignorance, false expectations, and everyone who treats the Hazbin Hotel like it’s some fairytale sanctuary.”
            
            Gasps this time — but not the shocked kind. The uncertain kind.
            
            Not understanding her.
            
            “I never fight fair,” she said, eyes blazing. “I play dirty when I have to. I don’t dine on ideals. I exist on reality. And I will not be put on a pedestal because you think I’m something I’m not.”
            
            The room went colder.
            
            She didn’t pause. She didn’t relent.
            
            “The only side I am on,” Meira declared, “is my own. And the only reason I do what I do — the only reason I stood against threats to this hotel — was to protect what matters. Nobody else. Just this place. Just these people.”
            
            Silence pressed against every soul present.
            
            “Redemption?” she scoffed. “Angels didn’t believe in it. And I’m sure you sinners of Hell don’t either! The only guidance I offer to non‑believers…” her lips curled into a grim smirk, “is off a cliff!”
            
            What do you think? 

@PandaQueen2347 Also, can you try to write the speech that Meira gives out after she and Charlie comes down to the lobby after the talk with Lucifer. Meira comes out and she starts out with how she, as Hell's first ever Nephalem, to continue fighting for our people, fighting for our home, until our enemies have been vanquished! But when she means by enemies she means the people who get the wrong idea about the Hazbin Hotel or try to label her as their savior. They thought she was their hero, but she's not. She always plays dirty and she never fights fair. The only side she is on is her own. The only reason they did this was to defend the hotel and the people living in it. And just like how the angels never believed in the possibility of redemption, neither do they. And the only place she'll guide non-believers is off a cliff. So do not put me on a pedestal because I will burn it down. And she leaves and everyone is shocked and stunned.
            Charlie: Uh, she's going through a lot right now.
            Can you try to make it sound similar to this?
            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_WOZCCTuEU
            You can add more if you want

@Ciara_Morningstar you can edit that in if you want. And I didn’t know a lot of old jazz songs that I thought he could sing, but I thought Minnie the moocher would be a good kind of old style raspy jazz songs I thought would’ve been his style. 

@Ciara_Morningstar sorry been busy. But here’s what I have for part 2:
            
            Andrealphus scoffed. “How inspiring.”
            
            Meira didn’t blink. “You and your sister treat me like I’m dirt because I work for Blitzø. Like that makes me unworthy of standing beside Octavia.”
            
            His expression darkened.
            
            “And every time you look at me like that,” Meira said, voice tightening, “all I can think about is Via.”
            
            The room went still.
            
            “The way Stella treats Stolas,” she continued, “the way she humiliates him, tears him down, treats him like he exists only to be used—”
            
            Andrealphus snapped, “That is not relevant—”
            
            “It is,” Meira cut in. “Because it’s the same cruelty. The same arrogance.”
            
            She lifted her chin. “Your sister is a psycho.”
            
            Gasps echoed.
            
            “She’s spent years abusing Stolas, mocking him, and taking it out on anyone she sees as beneath her—including lower demons who never did a thing to her,” Meira said. “And you enable it. You polish it. You call it tradition.”
            
            Andrealphus stepped forward, eyes blazing. “You insolent little—”
            
            His hand rose.
            
            The air went razor-thin.
            
            Meira didn’t move.
            
            She met his gaze calmly. “You won’t.”
            
            His fingers twitched.
            
            “You won’t hit me,” she said evenly, “not here. Not in front of this whole courtroom.”
            
            Her voice dropped, sharp as glass. “Not when you’re this close to winning. Not when you’re so close to getting exactly what you and your sister want!”
            
            What do you think?

@PandaQueen2347 Where is part 2?

@Ciara_Morningstar Also here is part 1 for your Mastermind scene:
            
            
            “You should’ve remained in your place, Imp,” he said smoothly. “You see this is what happens when lesser demons try to step out of line.”
            
            Andrealphus said to Blitzø as he stepped on his head, ice staring to spread.
            
            But then, Meira stepped forward.
            
            “No.”
            
            The word cracked through the chamber, sharp and unyielding.
            
            Every eye turned to her.
            
            She planted her feet beside Blitzø, chin lifted, hands clenched at her sides. “You don’t get to talk about “place” like you own it!”
            
            Andrealphus blinked, clearly annoyed. “Excuse me?”
            
            Meira’s eyes burned. “All He’s ever did was try to prove that Imps arenot worthless. That they don’t need your bloodlines, your titles, or your stolen power to survive.”
            
            She gestured toward Blitzø, then toward their friends. “They work. They bleed. They earn what they have. Just like any other demon capable of standing on their own!”

@Ciara_Morningstar also I’m not the best at writing “explicit” scenes, but here’s what I thought of so far at what Vox does with Rumi.:
            
            His hand settled on her stomach, flat and heavy. She flinched, a sharp, involuntary gasp. His fingers were cool, almost artificial, as they began to trace idle patterns on her skin, circling her navel, then drifting up to the space between her ribs. It wasn't a violent touch, but it was utterly violating. It was the touch of a connoisseur examining a piece of art he had just acquired.
            
            "You know," he said, his voice a low, conversational hum, "I've thought about this moment. A lot. Not just the fight, not just the victory. But this. The quiet after." His fingers splayed wide, pressing down slightly, a silent reminder of his control. "All that fire, passion, all that righteous anger... it looks so different when it's trapped under the skin. Softer. Warmer."
            
            He leaned over her, his screen blocking out the dim lighting. His face was inches from hers, close enough that she could feel the faint heat radiating from his internal components. His hand remained on her stomach, a constant, oppressive weight.
            
            "Let's see how warm it really is," he whispered.
            
            His other hand joined the first, and together, they began a slow, methodical exploration. He traced the line of her ribs, the curve of her hips, the delicate hollow of her throat. He was mapping her, memorizing every shiver, every tensed muscle, every hitched breath. He wasn't trying to arouse her; he was trying to break her, to prove that he could touch her however he pleased and she was powerless to stop him.
            
            His thumb brushed against the underside of her breast, and she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sound. He noticed, of course. A flicker of static crossed his screen, a hint of annoyance at her defiance.
            
            What do you think?

@Ciara_Morningstar and here’s what I thought of for Velvette. 
            
            The door slid open.
            
            “—NOPE.”
            
            Velvette froze in the doorway, one foot still mid-step.
            
            She took in the scene in exactly half a second.
            
            Rumi restrained to the bed. Half-naked.
            Vox Half-naked and way too close.
            Absolutely not.
            
            Velvette snapped her head to the side and slapped a hand over her eyes. “NO. No, no, no—oh my God, I did not consent to seeing this.”
            
            Vox turned sharply. “Velvette, this is—”
            
            “I don’t care,” she cut in, still not looking. “I knock once, disappear for five minutes, and suddenly it’s—whatever this is?”
            
            She peeked through her fingers, immediately recoiling again. “Yep. Still bad. Still super bad.”
            
            Rumi struggled against the bindings. “Velvette—!”
            
            Velvette dropped her hand, eyes narrowing now, anger cutting through the humor. “Okay, joke’s over.”
            
            She snapped her fingers.
            
            The lights flared. The cables hesitated.
            
            “You do not do this our my tower,” Velvette said sharply. “I don’t care whatever deal you made—this is a PR nightmare, a logistical disaster, and honestly?” She gestured vaguely. “Just gross.

@Ciara_Morningstar here’s a small part of part 3 I thought of:
            
            Vox circled her slowly, cables retracting with a satisfied hum. “No interruptions,” he said calmly. “No audience.”
            
            Rumi pulled against the bindings, jaw set. “This won’t last,” she said. “You know that.”
            
            Vox stopped in front of her.
            
            “Oh, it will,” he replied. “I’ve waited a very long time to be alone with something that doesn’t worship me… yet.”
            
            He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet the glow of his screen. Rumi turned her face away, breathing hard, refusing him even that.
            
            Vox chuckled softly. “Defiance,” he murmured. “That’s always been your problem.”
            
            The lights dimmed at his command. The screens went dark, one by one, until the room was reduced to a low, pulsing glow.
            
            “You’re mine now,” Vox said. “Not because you agreed. Because I decided.”
            
            

@Ciara_Morningstar I love it! very cute! From dexter’s laboratory, right?

@PandaQueen2347 I love it. I am debating on whether or not to ship Zoey with Baxter though. But I imagine this when Baxter first arrives at the hotel.
            
            Zoey: Hey, guys!
            
            Zoey's voice echoes in Baxter's mind. He turns and sees Zoey. Through his perspective, he sees Zoey's face in a sparkly pink background. Zoey swishes her hair slowly with grace. Her eyes slowly open as she smiles. She skips past an awestruck Baxter to greet her friends.
            
            Baxter: Charlie! Who is that?
            Charlie: Huh? Oh! That's one of new guests Zoey.
            Baxter: Zoey.
            
            Baxter falls to his knees and reaches up to the sky with a big gushing smile as he is clearly in love.
            
            Baxter: Oh, what a heavenly name to eternals have blessed her with!

@Ciara_Morningstar Hey how you doing?
            Hope you did well with your studies.
            Anyway, earlier today I couldn’t help but write this scene. I don’t know why, but I can see Baxter and Zoey as a cute ship. I don’t know if you had plans of the other hunter girls to be shipped with anyone, But my vote is for Baxter and Zoey. Ok here’s the scene I wrote:
            
            Nearby, Zoey rocked slightly on her heels, glancing at Baxter, who was nervously adjusting his goggles for the fifth time in a minute.
            
            “So,” Zoey said, trying to sound casual and failing. “Hey. Baxter?”
            
            He looked up instantly. “Yes. Hi. Hello.”
            
            She smiled. “You know how you once said you’d only kiss someone if you were absolutely sure they wanted to kiss you back?”
            
            Baxter blinked. “…Y–yes?”
            
            Zoey took a small step closer. “Well.”
            A pause.
            “…Now is that time.”
            
            His brain visibly short-circuited.
            
            Then Zoey leaned in—and Baxter made a startled sound before instinctively grabbing her and kissing her back, goggles tilting crooked as he did.
            
            It wasn’t smooth.
            
            It wasn’t perfect.
            
            But it was definitely mutual.
            
            Rumi’s jaw dropped. “—WAIT, WHAT?!”
            
            Mira stiffened, eyes wide. “…I did not see that coming.”
            
            Zoey pulled back, grinning, cheeks pink. “Wow.”
            
            Baxter blinked, breathless. “Uh—was that… okay?”
            
            She laughed. “Yeah. That was more than okay.”
            
            She tilted her head. “Where did you even learn to kiss like that?”
            
            Baxter hesitated, then muttered, “…The internet.”
            
            Rumi groaned, covering her face. “I hate that that explains everything.”
            
            Mira sighed, shaking her head—but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. “Of all the surprises tonight,” she said, “that one might be the biggest.
            
            What do you think?

@PandaQueen2347 This Is Amazing!

Oh good, why that's very good, yes I like this~

part 2 :
            Charlie looked down at the rooftop, her breathing unsteady and uneven.
            “But there are also people who did unforgivable things,” Chandler continued. “People who belong down here. People who knew exactly what they were doing.”
            He took a breath. "You haven't been to earth, Charlie. I've met and killed bastards humans at my other job who got what was coming to them! Don't you remember what Mrs. Mayberry told you what that Martha lady did to her. Mayberry snapped, yeah, she tried to kill Martha. She killed her ex-husband after discovering their affair and then killed herself after she was overcome with guilt and remorse when she realized her students saw her do that over video chat. But Martha? She had no remorse, Charlie. None. She ruined Mayberry’s life, laughed behind her back, and was called a hero! And let's not forget that behind the scenes that my co-workers and I discovered that she and her family were satanic, cannibalistic, killers!” His voice dropped, rough and bitter. “And you want to tell me someone like that deserves a second chance?"
            
            Charlie’s lips parted, she wanted to say something to her brother, wanted to reason with him, but no sound came out.
            
            “You think redemption saves everyone,” he said quietly. “But not everyone wants to be saved and not everyone should be, at least the ones who don't deserve it. That's my belief. And you can’t change it.”
            
            Silence settled over them—heavy, painful, honest.
            Charlie wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, lips trembling, confusion and guilt swirling inside her.
            
            Chandler didn’t even apologize. He simply turned away, leaving her alone with the truth she didn’t want to face.