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diseasedcube · 1 year

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Cutthwoat thwows uppy

Something must have been wrong with you, accepting a meal from a stranger. But hey, when someone offers to buy you mcnuggies, do you decline? Hell no, even if said stranger looked suspiciously like a man you’ve seen on the news many times before, what crime did he commit again? Well, it didn’t matter at the time, free food is free food, even if the coins he used to pay came from what looked to be a woman’s wallet that certainly couldn’t be his, and his fingers had dark flecks of red to match those on the cash. You’d never seen a man scarf down so many nuggets in your life, but who were you to judge when he was feeding you?

You had nothing to worry about in life except the nuggets in your belly as you thanked him for the meal and turned to walk home. It shortly became apparent that you were being followed, and by who other than the white clad nuggets man himself. The wanted pictures of him started to take shape more clearly in your head as you glanced back, only to see a knife in his hand. Well, your luck for the day could only have lasted so long, hopefully it could last just long enough to outrun him though.

The holy Shinkansen had other plans for you that day though, giving your short legged figure the tallest murderer in the world to outpace. And really, for as much as you strained, the sloshing nuggets in your stomach were not giving you any strength that they appeared to grant him, for he had already caught up to you.

His speed and weight sent you both tumbling over the pavement in a roll, he ended up on top. Breathing oh so disgustingly close to your face, his teeth were surprisingly gorgeous and perfect, though his breath stank of processed meat and…was that fresh blood you smelled? Just stab me already, thank you for the meal, I guess this is my payment for trusting strangers, you thought.

But he didn’t do anything, his breathing became open mouthed and almost heaving, this was quite the pale man, but you could swear he was almost turning green under the red street lights. Beads of sweat dripped onto you, and you wished you could squirm away from the saliva that dripped from his open mouth. A drop landed on your cheek and if you hadn’t been pinned to the floor by a wanted murderer, you’d be wiping it off and maybe screaming and running by now, but you could hardly move away.

You wished he’d just do something already, kill you, release you, anything. The dry heaving was getting really concerning, more so than the predicament you already were placed in. He could at least move his face a few inches back, it was as if he was going in for a kiss but he never tried to close contact.

Then, oh god no, retching sounds. With his body pressing upon yours, you felt every convulsion he made, and you were far too close for comfort to watch his pink eyes water and roll back. You wriggled and writhed but there was no escaping your fate. The nuggets you had both enjoyed only minutes earlier were being sent on a projectile course right towards your face. An involuntary gasp at the liquid and chunks splashing your cheeks allowed some to drip in your mouth, and this only led to your gag reflex activating too. Now you felt your nuggets coming up, his vomit scented breath in your nostrils was only quickening the bile making its way up. Laying on your back was the worst position for this, as your own mcdonald’s sludge burbled like a geyser in your mouth, allowing his liquids to seep onto your tongue for your vomits to mix. You could feel yourself choking on it, unable to even turn your head to properly swallow it or spit out this abhorrent mixture of fluids, you felt consciousness fade as the mysterious mcdonalds man hovered over you and you aspirated to death.

“Rip in peace, my precious nugget darling” he whispered to you as you died.

@herdisturbedheart big mcthankies from mcspankies for the idea 🥰

#rave ramblees #akudama drive #tw vomit #long post #i didn't get to include anything about self harm in this one unfortunately 😔 I'll have to think of a new scenario for that #but I hope this is sufficiently gross and vomit filled for your liking #consider this an addition to your birthday gift

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diseaseriddencube · 3 months

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@hystericfae for our anniversary, the only courier edit I'll ever make 😍

#akudama drive #rave ramblees #okay the ask from earlier was The Surprise #but i just made this and was like. oh wait. this can be the Better Surprise #enjoyyyy #capcut on desktop is so so much better too omg

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diseaseriddencube · 3 months

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My Hazbin Song Rankings

Sometimes I only enjoy small sections of a song, but if those sections are good enough it can still rank higher than a song with a high percentage of decent sections.

Hell’s Greatest Dad: there's parts I don't like much but the song still gets 10/10 from me. The beginning segment for Lucifer and Alastor are my absolute favorite. After that it gets a little eh? I wish that fiddle moment went on for a second longer. Alastor's second section is more like 7/10. Mimzy is...yeah

Poison: 10/10 perfectly solid, no parts I dislike, while I prefer Angel's pilot va more in general, this guy does a good job especially for the songs. The song's catchy, no interrupted or talking sections, the animation for it is also very nice.

Hell Is Forever: 7/10 I like this one, Adam's chorus is absolutely a banger. the sections in between the chorus are more like 5/10, this one's in my playlist

Stayed Gone: 4/10 for the song as a whole, but the actual singing segments get a 7/10 for me, it just bothers me that half the song is talking rather than actual singing. I like Vox's voice, and Alastor plays well in contrast. The tune is nice and catchy, and the ending is perfectly sinister. That's the tea~ (this is in my playlist, with cropped out sections)

INSIDE OF EVERY DEMON IS A RAINBOW: the better beginning song from Charlie, 6.5/10. it's fairly catchy actually but it's not my favorite by a mile

Respectless: 6/10, Carmilla's got a nice powerful voice but Velvette's sections are the part I enjoy, it's a decent song but it won't go in my playlist.

Finale: the majority of the song gets like. 3/10. don't love it. the 25 seconds from the Vs get an 11/10 why couldn't the entire song be this good 😭 Alastor's part from a song perspective is maybe 4/10, as a scene it's a 10/10, but we're ranking the music alone here.

Loser, Baby: 6/10, I like the older style, the beginning part doesn't have appeal but I like the swing of the chorus. Husk's voice in general ain't my favorite but it's alright for this genre. Angel doesn't sound great in this one. Not going in my playlist but I like it well enough.

Happy Day In Hell: solid beginning song, very disney princess. It's not quite my thing, but it's catchy enough and doesn't bore me. 6/10 it ain't bad. wouldn't go in my playlist but I like it well enough

Inside of every demon, is a lost cause: a pilot song, any Alastor song may get a biased ranking, this gets like 5.5/10 though, it never really got my attention much as a song.

Out For Love: 5/10 eh, nothing about it I particularly hate, but it's forgettable and not doing anything for me. didn't need to be a song.

You Didn’t Know: the beginning sucks so bad, stop saying Sera you're pissing me off 😩 Sera's voice ain't doing it for me. Lute's beginning is where it starts getting better. maybe because they're reprising the much better Hell Is Forever. Charlie and Emma's duet is quite badass though. 5/10

Welcome To Heaven: 3/10, catchy but forgettable. didn't need to be here.

More Than Anything: put it away please. 3/10, it's fine I'm just really bored of it, if it wasn't 3 whole minutes long maybe I'd be more okay with it

More Than Anything (Reprise): just put. it. away. please!!!!

Ready For This: 3/10 I'm just bored, nothing wrong with it. forgettable. 5/10 for that little alastor/rosie section, I love their little dance too.

It Starts With Sorry: ugh. 2/10 I wouldn't put this on my playlist at all. it's slow and sappy and uuuuggghhh this did NOT need to be a song, bad viewer experience

Whatever It Takes: 2/10 put this shit away, this didn't need to be a song, it's so boring ahhhhhhh, Carmilla doesn't even sound great in some parts of this. it just goes onnnnnn and oooooonnnn. Vaggie's singing voice bothers me because she doesn't sound like herself, I honestly though she had a separate singing va

#rave ramblees #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #long post

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diseaseriddencube · 2 months

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Alastor Has NPD Because I Said So: A Shitty Analysis

Grandiose sense of self-importance. Overestimating their capabilities or holding themselves to unreasonably high standards. Bragging or exaggerating their achievements.

It's pretty clear he thinks highly of himself. I like to think that not only does he love radio, but, being The Radio Demon, he believes himself to be heavily associated with it as if it's part of him. So when he gloats about radio being a superior medium of self expression, he's speaking about himself as well.

He was gone for seven years, and it's pretty blatant that he expects everyone else to care about that. Even if he would most certainly not give a true answer had he been acknowledged, he's desperate for that "where have you been" attention, and gets pissed when it's not received. He just naturally assumes he's important enough that other overlords would be concerned about his absence.

Assuming his smile is something he chooses to do (ignoring the stitch mark theories), it's a very visible high standard he holds himself to, and according to Viv, it's something he judges others for as well. Even alone, he refuses to drop his smile.

Frequent fantasies about having or deserving success

The finale song showcases this well, as he outright states that he wants power/control, to be "holding all the strings"

Belief in superiority. Thinking they’re special or unique. Believing they should associate only with those they see as worthy.

This goes pretty hand in hand with what I wrote in point one tbh. It seems evident that he's picky about who he's friends with as well, for example he only associates with Charlie for power.

Need for admiration. Fragile self-esteem. Frequent self-doubt, self-criticism or emptiness. Preoccupation with knowing what others think of them. Fishing for compliments.

This is more of an internal thing, which can be hard to see in a character that hides his emotions so heavily. But you can see hints of it in his reaction when his commercial is criticized, he's proud and asks for feedback, and immediately reacts negatively and gets defensive upon criticism.

He had a breakdown over the thought of his image being tainted for saving his 'friends', he's less worried about his actual injury and rather the humiliation of being defeated over something so uncharacteristic of him.

Entitlement. Inflated sense of self-worth. Expecting favorable treatment (to an unreasonable degree). Anger when people don’t cater to or appease them.

The first point is basically what I already spoke about, I don't think he really expects favorable treatment (perhaps internally, but he doesn't demand it)

That last point can be showcased with how he reacts to Lucifer, who didn't acknowledge him at all and criticized his work. He was obviously pretty openly pissed when Lucifer wasn't sucking up to him and his work.

Willingness to exploit others. Consciously or unconsciously using others. Forming friendships or relationships with people who boost their self-esteem or status. Deliberately taking advantage of others for selfish reasons.

Do I need to say more than Charlie :/ and also like everyone ever that he interacts with 😭

Lack of empathy. Saying things that might hurt others. Seeing the feelings, needs or desires of others as a sign of weakness. Not returning kindness or interest that others show.

Yeah I don't think the guy who hurts people for a living cares too much about hurting others-

And of course back to the smile thing, he sees anyone who doesn't mask as heavily he does as weak, he looks down on those who display their emotions so openly.

Frequent envy. Feeling envious of others, especially when others are successful. Expecting envy from others. Belittling or diminishing the achievements of others.

I don't actually see too much of this symptom in him, though I think it's more of an internal thing for the most part.

Arrogance. Patronizing behavior. Behaving in a way that’s snobby or disdainful. Talking down or acting condescendingly.

He seems to act most condescendingly around Vaggie, especially in the pilot, he's downright disrespectful. His interactions with Charlie upon trying to cheer her up comes off as very patronizing too.

#hazbin hotel #npd #rave ramblees #long post #i'm probably missing a bunch of scenes with more evidence but eh #i think my point is made #also i feel insane because i swear some of these are basically the same symptom with different wording?#like idk sense of grandiosity and superiority don't really need to be separate symptoms?#okay i got really lazy with this analysis #like i'm sure there's way more to talk about but my fingies hurt #like whatever attention whoring nonsense he does with Vox #or how he always tries to take over everyone else's songs #or how overconfident he was during the battle given that he didn't even bring an angelic weapon????? like bro you couldn't have won

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diseaseriddencube · 2 months

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I wonder if the writing team was different between season 3, 4 and 5. each season has a different feel and it's really off-putting

#season 3 felt awkward entirely and I really disliked it #4 was like returning to the roots but they were trying to add more depth?#and 5 is such an enigma #like okay there's only two episodes and there'll only be two more #but they have odd vibes #the episodes aren't bad at all. I don't dislike them #but they're not memorable?#things happen in them but it feels like nothing happened at all #it's a whole load of Nothing #it feels so oddly slow and empty and I have no idea how to place that feeling #it's as if all the characters are speaking more slowly too?#the jokes aren't as cringe but none of them really land #the entire episode feels slow yet is over before anything even occurs #like something is MISSING and I can't be the only person to feel that way????#this second episode was better #David got a New Trait™ which I love.... and it will never be explored because the show is overrrr #I wonder who M and J are? a mystery that shall never be solved?#rave ramblees #camp camp #it's like the conflict is miniscule. the solution is brushed over. and nothing wacky happens #I think that's it #it's missing the wild energy and wackiness

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diseaseriddencube · 2 months

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i was wondering why people were making it out to be such a huge thing that alastor is aroace canonically....and then i tried to think of literally any other character i've seen that's canonically aro or ace....yeah i'm coming up empty 😍

#rave ramblees #hazbin hotel #i feel like a few warrior cats characters had the makings to be aroace and then got fucked over by the plot #iirc bluestar wasn't interested in romance? and then....oakheart 😩#I know Sunny wof is ace in popular *fanon*#OH WAIT PERIDOT #who was....only confirmed aroace in second level canon #by a storyboarder....yeah #apparently lilith toh was confirmed outside of canon by the creator as aro? it wasn't really touched on in the show tho-#there's saiki k who isn't confirmed in any way #but it's so heavily implied in canon i'm just gonna take what i can get >:)#so...yeah it's literally Alastor sitting on the throne for aroace rep in canon #AND he's a tumblr sexyman #and we love him for that #suddenly seeing why this is kinda a big deal to people now #and why they're defending it so hard #because there is NOTHING ELSE in other media apparently #outside of headcanons that is-

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diseaseriddencube · 2 months

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#rave ramblees #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel writing #yeeee first alastor fic #this deserved to be more than 4k 😩#but 5k is like my max in general tbh so this ain't bad #i just don't know how to extend a story without repeating worthless shit

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diseaseriddencube · 6 months

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Bathtime

Azusa x Female Reader

Word count: 1856

CW: cutting (in both a sadism and masochism sense), slightly smutty near the end, though there's nudity throughout (and it's all quite non-con), and classic dialovers awkwardly sexual blood sucking scenes 😍

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You sighed in relief as you slipped into the warm embrace of the bath, lavender scented oils wafted through the steam. It had been a stressful day of being passed between the brothers, they were kinder than the Sakamaki’s, but in the end, you still felt like nothing more than their toy to feed off of. Best to just keep it out of your head though, enjoy your time alone and relax. Your sense of time was a little off in the bath, the only way you knew it had been a few minutes was the ever slight cooling of the water, and your fingers idly playing with the bubbles on the surface. It wasn’t quite time to get out though, you could enjoy the warmth just a little longer; listen to nothing but the drips echoing in the large bathroom, or the sound of an unexpected intruder opening the door.

You turned your head ever so slightly to the entrance, your eyes flicking over the figure partially hidden in the doorway. “Is that you, Azusa…?” you called, trying to not let any nervousness enter your voice. The vampire opened the door some more, entering and shutting it behind him, “....yes…it’s me.” he said, his voice low and quiet. Your hands moved to cover your chest, despite the way the vampires often used you or looked at you, some shame still remained. You tried to remain confident though, “I thought vampires couldn’t enter without being invited,” you snarked, “so could you please leave…” you trailed off a bit. Azusa’s face held very little emotion, and while he always treated you more respectfully than the others, he made you uneasy with how hard he was to read.

“I wanted…to….take a bath…with you….” ignoring your remark, he stepped closer.

“I’d..prefer to take it alone thank you, actually I was just getting out now so could you-” you felt cut off as he removed his shirt, dropping it on the ground. As he walked closer to the bath, you could make out more of the scars along his body, some clearly fresher than others. His pants were still on as he stepped one foot into the bath, making you feel as though you had to cower back to make room, but you tried to hold firm. “Azusa, please, could you leave? I’m really done with my bath now…” but he ignored you, stepping his other leg over your body, about to sit on top of you.

There was suddenly a clattering sound, and something hit your head before bouncing into the depths, you let out a small yelp of surprise, holding up your hands in defense. He let out a small huff and straddled you, if you were uncomfortable before, you certainly were now, this was far far too close for comfort. He looked you in the eyes, a small smile ghosting his lips as his hand reached into the water. He pulled out two small bottles of body wash and shampoo.

His smile grew, “oops….I…knocked these..over…” his pink eyes burned into yours, a hidden desire sparking within. “I need….to be….punished…”

You already had an idea of what he wanted, this wasn’t the first time he pulled some ploy just to get hurt. You really didn’t get it, his obsession with pain, or why he always wanted you to hurt him specifically.

He reached into his pants, pulling out a small blade. Blade in hand, he reached for yours, almost cutting you as he slipped the knife into your palm. “Cut…me…please”

Holding a knife felt foreign to you, and you certainly didn’t want to cut him. You didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even if he was asking for it, it felt wrong.

“Azusa, I can’t, I just can’t” you felt like you might start trembling, and you weren’t sure if it was the cooling water or your nervousness coming through.

A disappointed look entered his face, “that’s…a shame…” he murmured.

“I guess…you need to be…punished…too”

ruh roh :0

You felt extremely concerned as he leaned over past your head, fiddling with something behind you. The water gushed out next to your face, steaming hot. The heat mixed with the cold, slowly rising the temperature, getting hotter, and hotter, to an uncomfortable degree.

He reached for your other hand, grasping it in his and raising it to the faucet. The water burned as it flowed over your fingers, you winced in pain and tried to tug away. Tears pricked in your eyes as he grasped more firmly, holding both of your hands together under it.

“Azusa, please, please stop it, let go of me!” you wriggled and squirmed beneath him, and he finally let loose enough for you to snatch your hand back.

“Wasn’t that…wonderful…?” he smiled at you, if he weren’t a vampire you’d think he would be blushing right now. Wonderful? How could this ever be wonderful.

You resisted the urge to shout, the pain just barely bubbling into your voice, “No! It wasn’t, you’re hurting me. Let go and get the hell off of me right now!”

You shoved him backwards, the knife that you still held in your other hand scratched at his chest. Hot water sloshed over the sides of the tub, it had filled up considerably by now, though you could care less about their floor tiles. He swayed back, grasping at the side of the tub for balance with his only arm. Still sitting on you, though now leaning back, he tenderly reached out with his fingers to run over the mark you just made.

“Thank…you…” he uttered, smiling softly at you, before pushing himself up to stand. As he stepped out, you twisted around to shut off the boiling water before getting up yourself. The Mukami household was apparently not a fan of bath mats, which you discovered quite quickly as your feet exited the tub. You slid forwards off balance, prepared to hit the cold tile, only to feel an arm grasping around your torso, and your face pressed into his abdomen. After only a second, you pushed away and staggered back a few steps to put some distance between you.

Metal still graced your fingers as a reminder, and you held it out on your palm to him, “....here, take your knife back”

To which he silently took it, placing it on a counter before turning back to you. Despite your skin feeling hot and red, he still looked pale as ever, you could bet he probably enjoyed the sight of you looking like a burnt lobster. The steam quickly evaporating off your skin served as a reminder that you were very much still dripping and naked, that embarrassment had worn off under the prior situation, but it was returning full force.

“Could you turn around…please? I need to get dressed,” to your surprise he complied, though you weren’t sure if you caught a devious smirk on his face as he turned around. You turned as well, wrapping a towel around yourself.

As you were busy drying yourself, trying to take deep breaths to avoid thinking about what had just happened, you felt a hand on your neck. He pushed you forwards, pressing you up against the wall. You were sandwiched between him and the tile. It was hard to tell with how hot your skin still was, but you could swear you felt breaths dancing along your neck. You tried to squirm under him, but he had you thoroughly pinned. You felt light scraping against your neck, his fangs of course, what else would it ever be? The others just liked to bite you outright, he always had to draw it out, make it painful. His hair tickled against you, a light contrast to the scratches he was producing. It felt as though two spikes were pressing down, stretching the tension of your skin until it popped through, you gasped at the pain, you could never quite get used to the sensation.

He sucked at your neck, pausing to add in soft butterfly kisses as well, you could feel the blood trickling down whenever he stopped. The heat and the blood loss were making you a little dizzy, but at this point you had no other options, better to just let him finish drinking and he’d leave, right? He retracted from your neck to whisper into your ear, “your blood…tastes…so good…my Eve…”

He was done now, right? You could go rest now, you thought. But he wasn’t done at all. His hand moved down, gently hooking his fingers under the towel you had wrapped over yourself, he pulled it down slowly. You wanted to resist, to tell him to stop it, but you knew he wouldn’t listen, and with every second the blood kept leaking from your neck, the weaker you felt anyways. After how he boiled you alive almost a few minutes ago, you felt shockingly cold once exposed to the air again. His fingers ran down your sides, warming you to the sensation; before it was replaced with metal, and a stinging pain as he sliced open your back. You let out a hiccupy sob and tried to flinch away.

“Did that….hurt?” you couldn’t see his face behind you, but you could practically hear the joyous curiosity in his voice.

“O-of course it hurt!” you retorted through another sob. This didn’t stop him though, he didn’t care if he hurt you.

You thought you heard him whisper good as another slice distracted you. Fangs punctured your shoulder as he was cutting you, your breath hitched and tears really started to roll now.

You heard a clatter as the knife hit the floor. He continued to lick at the blood in your wounds, as his hand traveled up your sides, making its way to squeeze at your chest. It might’ve felt okay if he hadn’t immediately dug in with his nails, just so he could hear you cry a little more.

“You must be…so…happy…heh…I’m jealous…are you sure..you don’t…want…to hit me too?”

At this point, he didn’t even need to ask you to hit him, you were quite ready to do it anyways. You maneuvered your hand up to his and scratched at him. You didn’t realize how hard you went until he let up enough for you to turn around, and you could see him admiring the blood that beaded up. He looked so happy in contrast to his dead eyed demeanor he usually took on.

“ah….I think…I understand…you don’t like…pain?” he glanced at you, and you shook your head to agree.

“I see” he murmured, “let me…make you feel…good…then”

He pushed you against the wall again, more gently this time, every touch he made was soft. He didn’t touch the wounds he inflicted, he didn’t dig his nails in. The pain was fading away now, and in your dizzy state, this felt much more pleasurable. He leaned in to kiss you, taking care to not even scrape his fangs on your lips. You let yourself relax a little under his embrace.

And then they BONED ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 🍑🍆💦💦💦 dghjaksdgfhjkashdgfhjkajhdf

#rave ramblees #diabolik lovers #azusa mukami #it's x reader but i basically just had yui in mind #so pretend it's like playing the games #you are yui

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