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dewdropdinosaur · 1 month

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Green May Be His Color

ALASTOR x READER

Summary: Alastor has a crush on you and gets...shall we say - possessive.

Warnings: Make-out scene and implied smut. Rating PG-13

For the dearest @anon-of-the-void

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In the bustling underworld of Hell, where demons and overlords roamed freely and the souls of the damned wander, there existed a peculiar yet charming figure known as Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. With his toothy grin, a penchant for chaos and macabre humor, he was a force not to be trifled with. Except by one.

Amidst his devilish and intimidating face, there lay a side and secrets only known to one other: Rosie, a fellow overlord and Alastor’s best and one of few friends. Rosie was well-acquainted with the inner workings of Alastor's mind, particularly his peculiar fascination with a certain dead mortal soul named Y/N. Y/N was unlike any other sinner, with a charm that transcended the boundaries of Hell itself. She had caught Alastor's attention with her old fashioned wit and grace, though he dared not confess his infatuation with the cannibal town resident.

Little did Alastor know, his affections were not as clandestine as he believed. With mischief gleaming in her eyes, Rosie concocted a devious plan to bring the two together.Rosie, with her sharp wit and mischievous nature, saw an opportunity for amusement. She knew of Y/N's fondness for tea and gossip, often indulging in such pastimes with Rosie herself.

One evening, as the flames danced in the infernal sky, Rosie extended an invitation to both Y/N and Alastor for a tea gathering at her lavish abode. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Rosie had already informed Alastor of the rendezvous, igniting a spark of excitement within the Radio Demon's heart.

As Y/N arrived, her presence brought a sense of warmth to the dimly lit room. She greeted Rosie with a warm smile, unaware of the scheming glint in her friend's eyes. Alastor, ever the gentleman, tipped his hat in acknowledgment, his crimson eyes alight with hidden desire at the more free flowing attire his secret paramore was wearing.

The tea flowed freely as conversation drifted from trivial matters to the depths of the underworld. Rosie, with her quick wit, subtly steered the discussion towards matters of the heart, all the while casting knowing glances at Alastor. The Radio Demon, though adept at masking his emotions, felt a tinge of unease stir within him. He knew what Rosie was playing at and was thankful for the oblivious nature of his crush.

As the evening progressed, Rosie's playful banter grew more pronounced, her words laced with feigned flirtation directed at Y/N. Alastor, unable to contain his jealousy any longer, felt the inferno of emotions raging within him. With a sharp inhale, he rose from his seat, his gaze locking onto Y/N's. Rosie, with her devilish grin, played her part to perfection. She engaged Y/N in playful banter, leaning in a tad too close, and fluttering her lashes in feigned innocence. Alastor, observing from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and jealousy, felt his heartstrings tug tighter with each passing moment.

As Rosie's antics escalated, to actually near caress and Y/N embracing her friend back - Alastor's patience wore thin. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of both Rosie and Y/N. With a flourish of his cane, he rose and coughed loudly.

“Pardon me ladies, may I borrow you for a moment Y/N? I wish to discuss something outside.”

“Oh..of course Alastor. One moment Rosie.”

Placing their cup down on the side table, Y/N rose and followed Alastor down a long hallway till he stopped abruptly.

In a moment of recklessness born from desperation, Alastor pinned Y/N against the nearby wall - encasing them between his arms as closed the distance between them in a swift motion, his lips capturing Y/N's in a fervent kiss. The room fell silent as time seemed to stand still, the air thick with anticipation.

After the kiss, Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of surprise and warmth. She pulled back slightly, meeting Alastor's intense gaze. Each one’s breath heavily with affection and lust.

“Alastor... I... I didn't expect…”

Alastor, his crimson eyes ablaze with a possessive fervor, cut her off before she could finish. “Expectation is for the mundane, my dear. But your presence in this infernal realm has ignited a spark within me that defies logic and convention.”

“I suppose love has a way of doing that, even in Hell.”

Alastor's jaw tightened, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features as he glanced towards Rosie, who observed the scene with a knowing smirk and a low growl.

“That infernal minx... She knew exactly what she was doing, toying with my affections like that.”

Y/N chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Alastor's arm “It's alright, Alastor. Rosie's just... playful, you know?”

Alastor's grip on his cane tightened, his frustration evident as he struggled to rein in his emotions, gritting his teeth.

“Playful or not, I won't stand for anyone else trying to claim what's rightfully mine.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his possessive declaration, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she whispered softly, staring at his lips.

“And what exactly do you consider to be "yours," Alastor?”

Alastor's gaze softened, the fiery intensity giving way to a tender warmth as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheek.

“You, my dear. Your laughter, your company, your... affection. All of it. It belongs to me, and me alone.”

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked with Alastor's in a silent exchange of understanding and acceptance.

“Well then, I suppose you'll just have to keep me close, won't you?”

Alastor's lips curled into a devilish smirk, his possessiveness giving way to a newfound sense of determination as he leaned in close once more.

“Oh, you can count on it, my dear. I intend to keep you closer than anyone else ever could.” Slamming his lips back into hers, that hallway ended up being taken of its innocence.

And as Rosie listened on with a satisfied smirk, she knew that her mischief had borne fruit, paving the way for a love that defied the very fabric of their world.

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starchaserwrites · 2 days

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metalhead guitar player latino james who grew up listening to reggaeton and goes viral for adding guitar riffs to some old school songs.

pretentious classical pianist regulus who pretends he can't stand urban music but has spent hours scrolling through james' videos.

send tweet.

#just imagine regulus googling songs to request because he doesn’t know any #and almost fainting when james dedicates the video to him for liking all his videos #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #latino james #len rambles #thinking thoughts

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in-hav3n · 6 months

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Hi! So I had an idea for a write. So you know how recently at one of Metallica’s shows, James got emotional. Can you write something where his girl comforts him. Like comes up on stage to hug him and after the show and stuff

𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

When James grabbed the mic to speak, your heart knew something was about to happen...

"I've gotta tell you I wasn't feeling very good before I came out here. I was feeling a little bit insecure, like I'm an old guy, can't play anymore — all this bullshit that I tell myself in my head. So I talked to these guys, and they helped me — as simple as that. They gave me a hug and said, 'Hey, if you're struggling on stage, we've got your back.' And I tell you, it means the world to me".

A punch in the stomach, a pinch to the heart and tears invading your eyes. This is what you felt the moment you heard the words coming out from his mouth.

Unconsciously, your joined your hands and placed them on your beating heart, holding back the tears that wanted to be free, the words of his revelation going through your mind.

You held your breath for a second, fighting against this urge to ran on the stage to hug your boyfriend, this urge to comfort him no matter the consquences but you for an unknown reason, you stood backstage, witnessing the comfort the guys, his brothers, came to give him.

You had noticed the tears coming in his eyes when he was singing some songs such as "Bleeding me" but you never expected him to open up about his struggles and fears on stage, in front of the world.

You knew still James always had been honest with his fans about his past, his failures, his weaknesses but it was the first time he was talking about this and somehow, you wondered why he never talked to you about it...

The guys finally separated under the audience cheers and applause and James took the mic again to add : "And seeing you out there, I… I am not alone. I am not alone, and neither are you."

Totally heartbroken, with silent tears running along your cheeks now, you decided to cross the boundaries. You didn't even care if some staff member decide to stop you, you wanted to reach the man you love. He needed you, now. You wanted to show him all the love you had for him and everything you were ready to do for him...

Without thinking twice, you walked on the stage, reaching James. The audience started to scream when they saw you coming. Even if you were really discreet about your relationship, they knew who you were. James looked on his right side and didn't say anything. He was surprised to see you up on stage, knowing how much you hated the attention towards you but somehow, he appreciated that you were fighting your fear for him...

When you got closer, he crashed into your arms and hid his face on the base of your neck. You put your head at the same place, caressing his hair with the palm of your hand.

"You're not alone baby...I promise you...You're not alone", you whispered as you felt him tightened his embrace and arms around your tiny body.

"I love you", he mumbled against your skin, kissing the sweet spot there.

"I love you you so much... show them what a 59 years old is ready to do to kick some ass with his guitar...show them baby...I'm so proud of you".

"I promise", he said as he kissed your neck again before he pulled away to kiss your lips, cupping your face between his large hands.

The audience was in awe in front of such cuteness and you knew the guys were doing silly faces behind your back to lighten the mood. Behind James' back, you noticed Lars and Kirk pretending to be the two of you and this made you laughed loud.

"Go back backstage sweetheart", James whispered before pecking your lips one last time. You nodded and smiled at him.

"Love you", you mouthed before you disappeared backstage, hoping this was enough to give him back strength and confidence...but you knew he was a fighter. And he knew he wasn't alone...

A/N : What a cute ask omg! My heart broke when I saw him crying on stage. I hope I'll write it good cause it's not easy to write about someone else's thoughts and struggles. I did my best and hope you'll like it sweet anon <3 Btw, I didn't write the second part of your ask cause it was kinda similar to something I wanted to write later so I save it for later, hope you don't mind :)

#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield imagine #r17 #request #ask #i'm gonna cry #I watched the video again to get inspired #and cried #he deserves all the love #and i wish i would have given him that big hug

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sweetheartturtle2007 · 8 months

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Being Fix it felix and sergeant Calhoun child

Best parents ever.

Both overprotective but at the same time trustful

Felix wants to keep you save all the time, meanwhile Calhoun wants you to know how to defend yourself.

They both support you at anymoment, at any goal you have and they'll always tell you to make your dream come true.

While you're a baby (2 years old), Felix would fix every part of the house to make sure it's baby safe (no pointy corner on tables,covering up any outlet on the walls, and having mini fence on some parts of the house)

Calhoun thinks he's being a little dramatic but she loves her hubby so she won't say anything.

Whenever they both need to go do their games, they'll left you on the house in the care of a nicelander(one that doesn't need to go outside while felix is "working").

They both love the drawings that you made for them and they'll always put them on the fridge or anywhere else on the house. (Calhound has some on her locker on hero's duty)

They take turns to put you back to sleep whenever you woke up in the middle of the night crying.

Calhoun's crew comes to visit once a month, they're the best uncle's ever.

Talking about uncles, of course you spend time with your uncle Ralph, he's the most funniest uncle ever.

Playtime with cousin vanellope, she wants to take you on ride on her candy car but of course Ralph says that you're still too young to do that.

Ralph will tell you the story about how your parents met (basically what happened in wreck it Ralph )

If you want to learn how to fix thing and be kind like your dad then he's more than happy to help

But if you want to be like your mom, shooting cybugs and being tuff then she'll help you (being careful of course) whatever you choose they'll support you.

You loved spending time with your cousin vanellope, she'll show you how to create and drive your own car 🚗 !

You basically befriend every game in the arcade thanks to your parents.

Qbert and his friends often play hide and seek with you.

Felix tells you stories while acting them before bed

They'll let you sleep with them if you have nightmares.

One you reach 9 years old, Calhoun is teaching you how to fight and defend yourself.

The nicelanders love,adore and worship you. You're básica a Felix Jr Jr (cause your dad is already felix Jr)

You love pie

Felix has a photo album of the family.

They'll start letting you round around the whole lobby, once you're much older.

But while you're still a baby, Felix will always hold your hand whenever you both get out of his game or Calhoun will carry you.

In the end they're the best parents of all 10/10

👆(Resource made by @cafekitsune )

I love animated movie and Ralph is one of my favorites, of you want more of this let me know, you can request for any animated movie you want (but make sure to ask first so I can see if a already watch it or not)

#wreck it ralph x reader #requests #top trends #pixar #disney #video games #music #animated #animated movies #dreamworks #imagine #platonic

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kesh8 · 1 year

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A labourer’s reward

‧₊˚- Synopsis – Pantalone has a new idea for your debt payment

‧₊˚- Word count – 1.5k

‧₊˚- Cw– Fem! reader, nsfw, cunnilingus, spanking, Pantalone is dominate, my first fic so ignore how bad it is

It isn’t often that someone as grand as Pantalone would even think to let a mere labourer work under him, yet here you were, standing in his lavishly decorated office.

Marble floors freshly polished, a fur rug from an animal most likely extinct, trinkets you don’t even want to know how much mora were wasted on. Everything in his office was perfectly organised, fitting for a man such as him.

You heard the door behind you click, with the lock snapping after it, telling you someone has entered.

The smell of a rich vanilla, jasmine, and another scent so extravagant it was unrecognisable to you had filled the room upon his arrival. His scent was always so intoxicating, you bet it came from one of the richest businesses in Liyue, custom made, just for him.

A light chuckle ruptured from his chest, snapping you out of your daydreams.

“M-my lord, I’ve finished the paperwork you’ve assigned me.” Right. That's why you were here. Only to drop off a simple envelope, filled with work you had already completed inside.

“I see your imagination must be working as hard as you?” Embarrassment took over you when he said that, your cheeks gaining a slight blush.

His boots click as he approaches you, the sound echoing loudly off the shined floors. His hand trails over your shoulder, sending chills through your body. He always made you nervous, but not in a way you deemed unwelcomed. He was such a charismatic man, it was only natural your feelings for him began the moment he accepted you, a peasant, to work under him to pay off debts. Yet all you were compared to him was a speck of dirt. You always viewed him as some kind of generous after the offer, despite being a harbinger, it appeared he showed at least some sympathy for you.

His grip became firmer on your shoulders for a moment, squeezing them before moving to face you. He took the papers from your hand, handling them with care as if they were a fragile Snezhnayan glass. One of the other things you valued about him, his tenderness. Even if it was just a facade, you didn’t care. You practically drooled over it every night.

“I appreciate your time going into the papers. Without fail you’ve managed to complete all tasks on time, no setbacks. Surely, your hiring hasn’t been a mistake.”

He swiftly made his way to his desk, taking a seat in his chair, crafted with only the most luxurious woods.

The praise, no matter what it was about, never failed to make you weak in the knees.

You gave a quick nod in return, not quite sure how to respond back. Before you could turn to open the door, he stopped you, telling you to come to him. That made your heart pound against your chest. You couldn’t tell at that moment what he wanted, and you weren’t sure what you wanted, either. You wanted to leave the room, growing more nervous every moment you spent alone with him, but you also wanted to stay. Stay with him, go closer, accept whatever is going to happen, at the expense of being able to stand in his presence even just a second longer.

Now standing alongside a chair that was facing his side of the desk, you remained silent, waiting for him to break the ice.

“Lately, I’ve had a more…. interesting form of paying back what you owe, if you’re up to it, that is.” You could hear his smirk laced through his words.

While your debts weren’t exactly measly, they weren’t large either. You grew curious at what other tasks you could possibly do. Other than skills you picked up being a labourer, you had nothing else to offer. Maybe the clothes off your back, but even then, he was kind enough to give you these when you took up this job.

Feeling as you owed it to him, you accepted the offer.

He rose to his feet, coming to stand right beside you in the middle of the desk, where 2 other chairs used to be prior to him pushing them out of the way.

You felt heat sneak up onto your cheeks, he was rather close to you, The heat radiating off his muscular body warmed you. His hand made its way to your face, caressing your cheek softly. All you could do is stare at him like a lost puppy, lost in the moment.

You took a moment to indulge in his looks, no denying he was good looking, after all. His pale skin complimented his smooth lips quite nicely. His features all went together pleasantly, like a perfectly fitting puzzle. The coat he draped over his shoulder left much to the imagination, leaving you undressing him with your eyes, a guilty pleasure of yours.

He found it amusing, watching you stare. He stifled a small laugh at the sight.

“If you wish, you may take a taste” He cooed in your ear.

You hadn’t realised he was watching you so intently, turns out your poker face isn’t as sheltering as you thought. You hesitated on the offer. Obviously, you wanted to kiss him, who wouldn’t? But you couldn’t shake the nervous effect he still had on you. Truth be told, you were desperate for him.

Reluctantly, you pressed your lips against his, and he was quick to take over. His lips were soft against yours, the kiss was sloppy, but it didn’t matter in the moment, your current priority was tasting more of him. He bit your bottom lip, You opened your mouth with a slight gasp of surprise. His tongue glided into your mouth, making you whimper almost inaudibly, though you heard him snicker at your reaction.

He pushed you back against the desk and pressed his knee in between your thighs, in an attempt to coax a reaction out of you. The whines that came from your lips were like music to his ears.

“Already moaning for me and I haven’t even properly touched you yet. Somebody's desperate.” He teased, dragging out his last words.

You were on cloud nine, your fantasies playing out right here, right now. As long as you got more, you couldn’t care less how desperate you seemed.

“Fuck.. more, sir” you panted in between eager kisses.

“My, look at you, acting like a slut, but who am I to not entertain?”

He hiked your loose-fit skirt up to your waist and ordered you to sit in his personalised chair. The embarrassingly large wet spot in your panties made itself more obvious as Pantalone spread your legs apart. His gloved fingers found their way to your clit, making you gasp for air at the unexpected contact.

The extra friction from your cloth underwear made it that much more intense. He ghosted his fingers over the glistening garment, making you bite back noises of pleasure.

Even in the midst of this, Pantalone seems untouchable. He still wears the same sly smirk as he did entering the room. He is fully in control of this situation, you and him both aware of the fact.

The Regrator found himself growing bored, taking it upon himself to advance. He slips your panties down to your ankles and you suddenly feel a shaky breath on your heat, your hole fluttering around nothing. He drags his tongue along your folds, just ghosting over the skin, looking up at you with that shit eating grin. But hell is it hot. You’re completely at his mercy. You squirm in the chair beneath you, trying to get some sort of relief.

A hand lands a harsh slap on your thigh, ripping a yelp from your throat.

“You’ll move only when I tell you to.” Harsh orders from the 9th Harbinger make you internally scream.

All you do is mumble a “Yes, sir” in response, not wanting to anger him further.

He wants things to start moving, seeing as he’s fast to getting back to what he was occupied with before being disturbed by a brat. His tongue finds your clit, and waves of arousal wash over you. He hollows out his cheeks, beginning to suck on your needy bud.

He mentally notes your vocal when pleasured, whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth at every moment he spends on you.

The oh so familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to create itself, making you burn with anticipation.

“Pantalone I-I’m close” You tremble as you speak.

He suddenly inserts two of his long digits into you. Your back arches against the smooth chair, while your head falls back in ecstasy. His pace grows to a rapid speed, determined to help you reach your climax.

“Come for me, labourer.” As fast as the words leave his mouth, you release all over his face and fingers, voice growing hoarse as more moans come from your lips.

He stands in front of you, licking your juices off his fingers, savouring your sweet taste.

Your chest rises up and down as you struggle to catch your breath from one of your biggest dreams playing out right in front of your eyes.

“I conceive this as sufficient pay.”

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urcuteharrington · 2 years

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTd3ety8Y/?k=1

Can you make a imagine out of this please

not so quiet🕊💌

pairing- steve harrington x fem! reader

summary- you weren’t quite quiet enough last night with steve…

word count- 435

warnings- quick smut, language, doing-it with others around, confrontation, & breaking canon plot somewhat.

a/n- this was a cute request to make! sorry for my absence i’ve been dealing with a few personal things that needed to be taken care of! Credits to the original maker of this scenario on tiktok @meeditsstuff ! tiktok link here

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steve.." i giggled quietly as he kissed my neck, "steve someone might hear us," i say, pointing to a sleeping robin, dustin, and max. "they won't hear us they are knocked out...besides, you've been teasing me all day," he says as his hands move past my hips and start caressing my bottom. his lips find their way to my sweet spot, where quiet moans slip past my lips.

"fine, but lets do it quick...i don't want them catching us," i say as i cover ourselves with the blanket. he pulls down my pajama shorts and toys with my clit over my panties. i gasp softly trying my best to be quiet. i help undress him as hands pull down his pajama pants and underwear. i give steve a few pumps feeling the small bead on pre-cum on his tip.

"you ready?" he asks me, and i nod my head. his warm fingers move my panties to the side, aligning himself with my entrance. he pushes himself in as i feel him stretch out my walls. my legs lock behind his lower back, and i softly moan as i feel him fully inside.

his slow quiet thrusts into me let me feel every inch of him and how he is repeatedly hitting my g-spot. "ohh steve" i moan out, he quickly puts a hand over my mouth. "you want us to get caught with those pretty moans?" he says, and i close my eyes. the pleasure building up as i try my best to keep quiet.

i feel myself tighten around him, and he looks into my eyes" cum for me" he says and covers my mouth muffling my orgasm. after a few more thrusts he finishes and lays beside me. pulling up his pants he whispers, "you better hope no one heard us " shooting me a wink.

the next morning steve, max, robin, dustin, and i are standing behind the counter at family video. continuing our investigation in search of eddie, i hear max call for my attention. i look over to see her and robin talking. "what is it max?" i say as i look at them.

"last night y/n was dreaming..." max says, and robin joins in "...and we heard you say". dustin and steve turn as all eyes are on me. "oh steve" robin says laughing as max and dustin laugh.

my cheeks feel hot from embarrassment. "you sure she was sleeping?" steve says to robin winking at me. "steve...shut up!" i say as a playfully push him. max looks at us both in confusion, "what?" is all she mutters out.

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everysongineverykey · 8 months

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honestly it bugs me a little how 99% of the comments on the these are the days of our lives music video, one of my personal favorite queen mvs for pure aesthetics and mood, are people calling it "heartbreaking" and hand-wringing about how SICK and PALE and CLOSE TO DEATH freddie mercury looks. like. wooow the dying man looks like he's dying? really? well done, nancy drew! have a gold star! yes aids is an awful fucking disease and yes hiv positive people shouldn't be reduced to washed-out portraits of the words "inspirational" and "strong" by the media and they should have their pain acknowledged but guys. freddie, by all accounts, very much Did Not Want To Dwell On It. he told his friends he had aids and then immediately was like but i don't want to talk about it. i just want to spend the rest of my time making as much music as i can. and his bandmates accepted that and supported him! he wanted to spend the time he had doing what he loved with people he loved and who loved him and he did. he had, by all accounts, a great last year. that one person who took the days of our lives bts color footage and edited Sad Piano Music TM over the entire thing and intercut interviews with the rest of the band also with Sad Piano Music TM and made it so we could barely hear freddie even say anything... it makes my blood boil like he's literally just. like it's literally just footage of him walking and discussing a take with the director and standing waiting for the take to start like. normal video filming stuff. and all anyone can see is a tragedy because he's walking stiffly or whatever

#imagine you're dying and you just want to spend your last days making music that you love and that other people love #and you're in so much pain all the time but you make the effort to go into work #and record even though your voice is getting weaker by the day #and film a video. even though you have to spend hours in makeup so people don't realize you're sick #and it hurts to STAND but you do it anyway #and you request that certain takes be redone because you still want to make the video the best it can be! you don't care that you're hurtin #you really want to make something you're proud of that people will love #because you know it might well be your last video #and you want it to be a fitting sendoff #so that you avoid being remembered for your disease #and then thirty years later no one talks about the actual video #they're not like 'what an epic kimono!' or 'this pared-down set is so nice and really fits the song!'#or 'wow roger taylor's wearing one hell of a shirt!' or 'this is some of john deacon's best bass work!'#they do exactly what you did not want. they focus on how sick you look.#i literally saw a comment that was like 'you can see the sadness in roger and john's eyes🥺'#bitch no the fuck you can't. shut up. you have the benefit of hindsight. you KNOW freddie was sick at the time #but if you didn't know that i know you wouldn't suspect a thing #fuck off. you're making that up! they literally don't look sad they look fine #because this may come as a shock to you but they were also doing something they loved #and yes undoubtedly the mood was dampened by freddie's condition. but do you think they didn't enjoy it at all?#you can literally see roger smiling in a couple shots. please just appreciate the band's hard work. it's a really good fucking song #and a really good fucking video.#sorry. lot of tags. i just have strong feelings on this lol

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softichill · 2 years

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whatever the fuck ikkan and warabi have got going with each other

They're playing viddy game (gay tension edition) (Warabi is winning)

#Ask #request #Cricket doodles #Splatoon #splatbands #Diss-pair #ikkan #warabi #Ik they probably don't actually hang out a lot but I imagine they do sometimes #Do you think they have turf war video games the way we have basketball games #Anywho I didn't entirely know what to do w/ this one so here they are chilling

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yuujis-sunshine · 1 year

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Hey welcome to tumblr and i would like to be your first request

Headcannons for

Mileena, kitana, sindel and jade with a male S/o who can use fire, earth lightning ice and water as well as a form of Martial art called Spinjitzu and they use a sword made from a dragons bone

𝑶𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! @ninjacomix

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]:

"Not bad."

She really is impressed by your skills and also relies on you to protect Kitana

Lots of praises and compliments from her

When she first met you, she has a very soft spot for you and loves fighting by your side

Jade would sometimes ask you to use your powers when she needs really needs it

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]:

She talks very highly of you, and always love your powers, especially the Martial Art - Spinjitzu to defeat Shao Kahn's army

Her #1 savior

Loves to see you fight and pushes you to become a warrior

Offers you to join her Army to lead them

Tells everyone in Outworld about [Name] and that he was extremely helpful

All of the kids in Outworld loves [Name] when he uses his powers for their needs

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]:

It was instantly love at first sight when she seen your powers, so she had always asked you to join her and Shao Kahn's side

Wants [Name] to be her dog (That is if he agrees to do so)

Loves to order you around

Praises and awards [Name] everytime if he does what he asks

Don't expect her to be so dominant with you then she does with Shao Kahn.

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]:

Just like Sindel, it's just love at first sight when she sees you

Thinks your very handsome [THIS GIRL IS THIRSTY!]

Admires your power and strength

Loves to treat you like a God

Remains Royal to [Name] forever, and also becomes his personal assistant

𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑰𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬, 𝑰 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑼𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑻 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺.

#mortal kombat x reader #mk mileena #mk jade #mk kitana #mk sindel #mk11 aftermath #mortal kombat #video games #headcannons #headcannon #x reader #imagines #imagine #asks open #requests #requests are welcome

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macherkissed · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet; Thel Vadam x Reader with ADHD

This took a little while, but I'm a little rusty with the alphabet format so I made sure to go over it a couple of times. Also the first thing I've actually written with Thel as a focus so yay.

I hope you enjoy

Notes/Warnings: Fem!Reader, ADHD, Exophilia, Marriage mention, slight violence mention

Requested by Anon

A= Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Thel is a little more affectionate than you'd likely expect

He is quite physically affectionate, he'll hug and cuddle you, hold your hand with a chuckle at how small your hand is compared to his, pick you up and carry you for little to no reason

Verbally, as well, he compliments you and reminds you how he feels about you, and he'll happily learn about your fixations so he can follow along easier with you.

B= Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship starts off when he first comes into the UNSC. Even with the dubious level of trust that people have with him and his fellow Sangheili, he finds that you help out eagerly and willingly, even defending him against your fellow Marines when they insult and degrade him.

He's quite a good friend, even if his methods are unusual to you. He trains with you often and tries to teach you some Sangheili methods just to spend more time with you, he brags for you to other Sangheili, and he does as you often do for him and defends you when the time calls for it -sometimes using combat but he can use his words as well.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. It's not a common Sangheili practice, but once you introduce it to him, he's insatiable. Any time you want a nap or want to go to sleep with him, he's scooping you up in a second. He's not shy about cuddling you as well, he'll have you wrapped up in him on his lap in the middle of the rec room if you're feeling it

If you're having a 'weird' day where your ADHD is acting up in a very negative way and you can't focus or do anything, you're on edge all day, losing and forgetting noticeably more than usual, he offers cuddles as a way to recharge and recentre yourself

He prefers being the Big Spoon, because he's taller and stronger and wants to protecc his little human, but also because the stature of his species just really suits cuddling like that. It can also calm down your restlessness, having him be so present behind you. If you want to try being big spoon, he won't mind but it may be a little tricky

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Due to the Covenant-Human war, and the Flood war, he hasn't had much time to think about settling down with you. He occasionally entertains the idea on the rare downtimes that he gets between battles, and it makes him feel warm inside.

He can cook, though needs a little more practice with human dishes; luckily, Sangheli cuisine is pretty nice anyway -Colo makes for a nice meat and Irukan bread is surprisingly good though humans shouldn't eat too much of it. He's not as proficient with cleaning, usually the Covenant had Grunts or bots clean up after them, but he'll help if you ask him to.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depending on the circumstances, he'll approach it differently.

If the relationship has just run its course naturally, he'll have a serious but quite blunt talk about why he thinks you should break up. He honestly wants to be friends afterwards, since your friendship has always been so valuable to him, but that's up to you.

However, if he has to break up with you, either because of UNSC rules or because you're being targeted by the covenant or people who aren't very fond of Human/Alien relationships, he'll try and distance himself from you for your own protection. Even though he doesn't want to, and you know he doesn't want to, he'll act cold and spend as little time around you as he can. it breaks his heart but it's for you.

F= Fiancé/e (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As said before, he doesn't really think too much about the future a-la settling down pre-war. But as it starts to calm down and he has more time with you, he realises he wouldn't mind marrying you

While marriage is present in Sangheili culture, they don't really have a formal marriage ceremony, it's more of a personal devotion and vow without any ceremony, so he could literally marry you in the middle of a gunfight if he wanted to (don't test him on that, he will do so)

If you'd prefer a marriage in your own cultural terms, he's fine with that as well. He might even find that preferable, in some ways. If you'd rather not get married at all, he's fine with that.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally)

Gentle giant? Gentle Giant

He's patient with you when you're struggling to find words or put your thoughts out, he knows ways to ground you when your mind is racing and knows the signs of you getting stressed, he'll keep track of your tasks or anything you tend to misplace, and he'll guide you back to your train of thought carefully when you lose it.

Physically, he doesn't treat you like glass, but he does treat you carefully. He knows you're UNSC, stronger than the typical human, but you're still human and he knows to treat you with a little more care than he does his fellow Sangheili.

He holds your hand like he'll lose it, and his hold on you when he hugs is probably a little looser than it needs to be. In fights, he won't hesitate to hide you behind him and will be quick to do the same if anyone, Human or Sangheili, tries to intimidate or argue with you.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He adores hugs about as much as he does cuddles. Hugs aren't foreign to the Sangheili like cuddles are, he's hugged several of his clanmates and UNSC members after a successful fight, so he eagerly takes you up in his arms at any given point.

As said before, he doesn't hold you as tightly as he could, but regardless he manages to make everything narrow to him (partly because he's just that big)

He'll hug you pretty much every day, wether you have much alone time or not. He won't do it so openly in front of your coworkers or superiors unless you initiate it, but you can practically guarantee that you won't leave him without a hug

I= I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

He first says it, not after a battle or a mission, but as you're just working late at night and he decides to keep you company. You can't spend much attention on him, busy with some work for Commander Keyes, but you lean against him and maybe even sit in his lap as you work and idly chat about anything that comes to mind.

The topics jolt around like a grunt in a minefield but somehow you get around to the cultures you were both raised in and he's surprised that you know so much about not just current Sangheili practices but the historic ones as well. You tell him you've been researching, asking other Sangheili and searching for first-hand accounts.

He can't help the affection he feels for you at that point, and he tells you that he loves you. It's out of nowhere and you smile at him like he handed you a planet made just for you, then you kiss him on his cheek and tell him that you love him too.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Thel isn't a jealous person, usually. He knows that you chose him, that you care about him, and that nothing would turn your head. He's secure in your relationship like that

However. There are times, especially around specific other elites, where he is a bit possessive; he'll hang onto you a little more than usual and refer to you with pet names more. It's not so much jealousy, more a rivalry with other elites or even a little braggy.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It's hard to kiss an Elite. They obviously don't have lips, so he can't kiss you the typical way. He tickles his mandibles against you instead, or mimes kissing your hand or cheek to make you smile

He likes when you kiss him, quite a bit. Regardless of if you kiss his cheek, his head, his brand, he'll melt under your lips each time.

L= Little Ones (How are they around children?)

Male Sangheili usually don't go around their own young, they don't typically know who their fathers are and are collectively raised, if by any males, by an 'uncle' figure, so he is as good around Sangheili children as you'd expect

There aren't many opportunities for him to meet human children either, since you're in a military setting and they don't exactly have 'Take Your Kid To Work' days. If he ever met a human child he would be very cautious and probably a little worried/confused about how to interact with them

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When you're on a break from work, he likes to stay in bed a little longer, though he still gets up before you. He'll bring you breakfast if you're still not awake by the time he gets some for himself, and when you're both done he mostly leaves you to your own morning routine. He asks if you have anything planned throughout the day and, if you do, he wouldn't say no to joining you unless he absolutely had to

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Should your schedules allow it, he eats dinner with you, either alone together or in the general mess hall, and then you go to your quarters. Both dressing into comfortable clothes, he'll lounge around with you and cuddle if you want to, either in silence or talking until one of you (probably him) starts to drift off, and then it's off to bed

It's simple but he treasures it.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He doesn't really outwardly offer information about himself, ever. He'll say off-comments about his time in the Covenant that he will expand on if asked, but those are mostly in his files which you can access at any time if you really wanted to.

Anything more personal will either gradually trickle out in similar ways or you'll have to ask him about it

He never makes a big deal about it either way

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Despite the rumors and stereotypes that some of your less open-minded colleagues have spread around, he's pretty hard to anger.

It takes quite a lot to provoke him, but he sometimes likes to play it up when around those who are purposefully trying to get a reaction from him, just to see how their behaviour changes when they think he's actually going to do something.

It can be quite useful, especially to ground you when you're getting frustrated or flustered since he can either cut through it or untangle whatever is happening to get you to calm down, without losing it himself

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers quite a bit, especially the important things, even if you just casually tell him it.

You don't remember telling him your favourite food, or what your childhood obsession was, or that you had plans to meet up with an old friend from the training academy, but he remembers that.

When you first tell him outright about your ADHD and how to help you along, or what it's like when you're struggling, he commits that to memory and just adds to it the more he finds out

R= Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn't have a definite favourite, more a few memories that he cycles through when he feels like it, but one that stands out to him is the first time you used a move he'd taught you in battle

He was fighting alongside you and a few of your fellow marines, when a Kig-Yar got a little too close as you were mid-reload. Before anyone could shoot at it, you shot your hands out and grabbed the Jackal, planting your feet heavily in the ground and twisting your body in a way you'd practiced dozens of times. You ended up on the ground with the Kig-Yar under your boot, it impaled on a energy-sword that you had managed to pick up and activate mid-manoeuvre

Honestly, he was so impressed and proud, among other things, that he was ready to marry you on the spot

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective, but not in a way that is overbearing.

He knows you can handle yourself but he will step in if it gets too much for either of you. In battle, he doesn't get distracted in looking out for you but he always knows where you are and if you're okay.

If someone is criticizing you for something you can't help, caused by your ADHD or otherwise, he'll be in protect mode instantly but will wait until you either search him out or he can tell he has to butt in.

You have protected him several times, both in battle and from people who aren't too fond of Sangheili, and he loves it. He likes having you stick up for him or look out for him and has, on very rare occasions, fished for it by looking to you for help in a confrontation he could have handled easily

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

While 'proper' dates aren't that common between you, due to the everything that's happening, he does try with what he knows.

Sangheili don't date, not in the way humans do, but he gets the idea of it when you start the relationship. He'll do movie nights with you after you get off shift, or if you're off-ship then he tries to make sure it's on a planet that he can just walk with you and see some beautiful things.

He'll convince your superiors to let you have your anniversary off, if not a few days around it, so you have time to really relax and spend time together even if it's nothing spectacular.

For gifts, he tends to buy you things you've mentioned needing or wanting, even in passing when you thought he wasn't paying attention. Sometimes it's something that hits you in the nostalgia to the point it brings you to tears, or something surprisingly heartfelt that makes you love him even more

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be very blunt. Not just due to a cultural difference, just with how he is, if he opposes you in something he won't shy away from it.

More than once he's accidentally offended you or an idea you had and has had no idea that he has

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really much, he doesn't think much about how attractive he might be

At first, yes he was a little confused as to how you found him attractive since he's heard many humans react in disgust to Sagheili's appearances, but once you assured him that you find him attractive, he didn't question it again.

The only thing that is really a soft spot, looks-wise, is the brand on his chest. It's a remnant of his darkest moment of failure and a reminder of the Covenant, and it bothers him every so often.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course. Even if, outwardly, he barely reacts when you're apart for a while, his days feel a little less when you aren't with him or he can't in some way contact you.

The longer he is away from you, the worse he feels. He doesn't let it effect any work too much but he'll sigh quite a lot to the point it irritates people

X= Xtra (A random Headcanon)

Thel is a mum friend. Marine or Elite, even Chief, he's the type to make sure that everyone's had breakfast and is fully rested before a mission, making sure they're fully prepared. In the ship back from missions, you know that he has snacks and will offer them out if he has an idea anyone needs it (where he hides them, you have no clue). He'll even do a once-over of his team to check that everyone is okay and sleeping.

He says it's being a responsible leader but he's mum.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like laziness. If any soldiers around him are being lazy or half-assing anything, out of a mission or not, he is going to make his displeasure known. There have been marines who have totally changed their behaviours since the fusion of the elites and UNSC.

He knows the difference between your ADHD-riddled executive dysfunction and laziness, so he won't be too hard on you but there's a point where he'll be sterner with you

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He doesn't exactly talk in his sleep, but he does make little noises. The typical Elite noises, but very quiet and low-pitched. Between snores, you might catch a few muttered words of incomprehensible Sangheili.

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dewdropdinosaur · 2 months

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Flush Little Baby, Don't You Cry

ALASTOR x READER

Summary: Alastor thinks your permanent blush is cute, similar to Charlie's even. But what if you aren't actually blushing at all his advances?

Warnings: Small mention of scars, allusions to death. Rating: PG

For the always lovely @anon-of-the-void Ask and you shall receive my dear!! Requests are still open - see pinned post for details!

In the chaotic space of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the swirling chaos of Hell, an unexpected connection began to blossom between Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, and you, a newcomer to the hotel's staff as a receptionist.(To which Husk was greatly pleased that now he could just focus on bartending and not deal with as many ‘idiots’)

Alastor, with his charismatic demeanor and macabre sense of humor, found himself strangely drawn to your presence. You were different from the other inhabitants of the hotel, having a quiet demeanor and gentle nature standing out amidst the cacophony of voices and chaos. However, neither of you had dared to voice romantic interest, both of you unsure of the other's feelings and your own.

It was during one of your chance encounters early on in the hotel's grand foyer that Alastor noticed something peculiar about you. Little red circles adorned your cheeks, slightly tinted whenever you smiled or laughed. Even when, and especially when, frightened - they glowed slightly. Alastor found himself captivated by this. At first, he dismissed those little circles as mere blush or simple state of your demon form similar to Charlie or Nifty, finding them endearing in their resemblance to the delicate flush that adorned his mother's face in his long-forgotten memories of his mortal life.To him, it was endearing, a subtle charm that only added to your allure and reminded him of a simpler time in his life that brought him a sense of peace and familiarity.

Because of this assumption, Alastor's fondness for you only grew, his interest piqued by the circle's presence. He found himself seeking out your company more often, engaging in lively conversations and sharing moments of laughter amidst the chaos of the hotel, just to see the cute flush of your rosy cheeks every time. The revelation ignited a fierce protectiveness within Alastor, a primal instinct to shield you from any harm that might befall you. He watched over you like a silent guardian, his presence a comforting shadow in the tumultuous world of the hotel.

However, his actions did not go unnoticed by the other inhabitants of the hotel, who watched with a mixture of amusement and bemusement as the usually aloof Radio Demon became fiercely protective of their new receptionist. Some whispered behind closed doors, speculating on the nature of your relationship, while others simply shook their heads in amusement at Alastor's unexpected display of strange affection.

As the days passed, you too began to notice Alastor's increased vigilance and protective nature. Sensing his concern, you decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. One evening, as the chaos of the hotel ebbed into a rare moment of tranquility, you found yourself alone with Alastor in his radio room, a perk that only you and Nifty enjoyed. It was a cozy tower despite its menacing metal exterior, with cozy chairs and vintage curtains. A lot like Alastor in a way, scary on the outside and maybe even the inside but something sweet and old was there too.

Taking a deep breath and mustering the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing on your mind, you spoke.

"Alastor," You began softly, voice barely above a whisper, "I noticed you've been... different around me lately. And I think it's because of these." With a hesitant hand, you gestured to the crimson circles on your cheeks that had remained beneath layers of uncertainty and shame. In your time in Hell, many had found out about the circles on your cheeks. And had left you for them. So you were worried about approaching Alastor on this subject to say the least.

Alastor turned his attention towards you, his crimson eyes softening with concern. "I assure you, my dear, it's merely a demon's instinct to protect those they care about."

You nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips at his veiled confession. You would note that for later. "I appreciate it, truly. But there's something I need to tell you."

With a gentle touch, you traced your fingertips along the scared cheeks, gaze meeting Alastor's unwavering stare. "These marks... they're not from blushing or simply a part of my demon state…. They're scars – reminders of a past I'd rather forget."

Alastor's expression shifted from curiosity to empathy as he listened to this confession. Suddenly it all clicked in his head. The way you would flinch when anyone would get too close too quickly, loud noises sparked the tint of the scars to glow, and how the scars moved with each expression you made. They stayed on your face 24/7 but didn’t shrink or expand like Charlie’s with each new expression. Instead they stayed stagnant and were less of circles and more oval shaped. Definitely not a blush or demon feature now that he had a closer look.

In fact, that cute little blush that he adored so much didn't happen within the circular scars on your face but around them. How had he been so blind? His shadows would mock him later for this.

"I see," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mhmm, yet they do nothing but add to your fierce beauty my dear."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you met Alastor's understanding gaze. In that moment, both of you realized that despite the literal and metaphorical scars that haunted their pasts, they had found solace and understanding in each other's presence.

He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender despite his fearsome reputation. And this time, you didn’t flinch away but instead leaned into his embrace. It felt warm and comforting and he smelled like holiday cinnamon whiskey and pine. (Which my dear, as your sassy narrator I think sounds/smells like an Old Spice commercial but this is Hell and Alastor has no idea what that brand is)

And as you both sat together in the quiet sanctuary of Alastor's radio room, surrounded by the faint crackle of static and the soft hum of his radio, you knew that you had found a confidant in the enigmatic Radio Demon – someone who accepted your scars, both seen and unseen, and vowed to stand side to side with you no matter what trials lay ahead.

Maybe that half hearted confession Alastor made had some truth to it and maybe your confession was right around the corner too.

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