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radio-writes · 22 days

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Congrats on the 300 followers Vien! for the event:

"They were there, you weren't" + "What keeps you up at night?"

Embracing Faded Pages of Tainted Saints

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Mentions of past physical injuries

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, relationship can be read in any way

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You stood awkwardly at the doorstep of the new hotel, unsure exactly of what to do next.

You knew there was a chance he'd be the one to open the door and greet you, but truth be told you were hoping otherwise. You thought you had worked through all your emotions about him years ago; but standing in front of him now, you realized that was far from the case.

You felt a surge of pressure almost squeezing at your heart, but you tried your best to ignore it as you offered Alastor a small smile.

"Hey, Al. Long time no see." You tried for casual, despite the way things ended the last time you were together.

"How are you—" Al finally spoke, his grin tight as his eyes narrowed at you.

A bright, bubbly woman shoved her way to the door, effectively cutting off whatever Alastor was going to say.

She grabbed you by your hands, and you did your best to shift your focus to her. You listened, responded, and tried very hard to ignore Alastor's burning gaze on you.

You were very swiftly taken into the hotel lobby, brushing right past the tall man. You were introduced to the staff and guests alike, and you painted your best smile as the blonde host swept you here and there. You merely tried to swallow past the lump at your throat as you greeted everyone.

You heard this place offered a chance at redemption, as well as some sort of protection from all the horrors Hell had to offer. You thought it was worth it, that the solace you could find in here would greatly outweigh having to be near Alastor again.

But his mere presence, just knowing that he was in the same room as you again, was already eating at you—suffocating you.

It was like you could feel the sharp stabbing pain across your gut again. The blood—the life—leaking out of you. The desperation crushing your heart.

"I'll take it from here, Charlie, dear." You heard his voice before you felt a heavy hand at the small of your back. "This lovely demon seems to be a little bit overwhelmed. They can do with some rest, don't you think?"

The bright blonde agreed easily, allowing Alastor to quickly guide you along the halls of the hotel and away from all the excited chatter.

"You're alive." Alastor stated, his eyes set ahead of himself as he walked beside you. His hand had retracted from your body, now resting behind his back.

No thanks to you.

"Nope, still dead." You tried to joke, a soft, fleeting attempt at a laugh following it. But you stopped immediately when you realized that, despite his wide smile, Alastor didn't seem to be in the mood for jokes.

"You were bleeding heavily." He said instead.

You tried to keep your responses vague. "Yes, I...I remember."

You've thought about it many times over since your near-second-death experience. How Alastor had always been a dear friend of yours, through life on earth and Hell. How you both knew you were helpless at that time. How it was perfectly normal for him to choose to save himself instead.

You've forgiven him, at least that's what you told yourself. You still saw him as a friend, even after he abandoned you—and that's why you would never let him find out about your betrayal.

You could never hurt him like that.

You thought that this was all so crystal clear to you. That you've long healed this wound, but evidently that wasn't the case.

Just seeing him now. So well poised, so put together, cozying it up with the Princess of Hell. His smile was as you remembered it, and not a hair was misplaced on his head.

He had continued on like nothing happened, like he didn't once leave you to die.

And there was that awful, bitter, anger slowly filling your chest. That nauseating feeling of betrayal that twisted your gut. No matter how hard you tried to stick to reason, to remember all you've resolved in the past years, you just couldn't help but hate how he was able to move on so easily.

The rest of your time heading to your room was silent. Just a constant soft static noise following your steps. You spent that time fighting your base instincts to just jump him, throttle his neck, scream at him.

How could you? How could you just leave me to die like that?

Alastor finally halted by a door, his clawed hand turned the knob and ushered you in.

You looked up at him, smiling once more as you tried to hold onto your more logical side. "I don't know how I feel about you having keys to my room." You try to joke again.

Oh did you miss the times when the two of you wasted hours in hysterics; just exchanging the dumbest jokes you could think of.

But that felt like almost two lifetimes ago.

"This is my room." Alastor clarified.

"Well that explains the swamp." You say bluntly. You walked slowly in, not exactly knowing what you were doing here now.

"I thought we could sit down for some coffee—" Alastor said, closing the door behind him. His hands reached for a coffee pot, but paused before he could reach the handle. "No no, this definitely calls for something much stronger."

He sat down on one of the seats by the fireplace, easily summoning two small glasses and a bottle of rye on the table.

You watched him tentatively, heart tightening at the familiar sight.

There was once a time when nights like this was something you looked forward to—but it didn't seem that way anymore.

Your eyes couldn't help but narrow at how well off he looked. It's like nothing had changed for him at all.

You attempted to be civil, still, and made your way to sit across him. It's was stupid to hold a grudge against him for something like that. What he did made sense, and you shouldn't be mad about it.

Your eyes scanned the knickknacks scattered about his shelves and walls, eyes catching on a wide set of antlers mounted high above.

"That yours or a friend's?" You once again tried to lighten the mood. Whether it was for your sake or Alastor's, you weren't sure.

"We both know I've never been one for small talk, dear." Alastor said, pouring alcohol in your glass before his. He easily downs the drink he poured himself before filling it up again. "How are you alive?" His head tilted.

The moment the words left his mouth it felt like someone emptied a bucket of ice water over you.

The question simply came out of nowhere. Sure you had expected him to ask sooner rather than later, but to jump right to it?

Your half-assed smile dropped just a fraction of a bit.

Looking up at your old friend, the ever charming, ever present smile, you realized that perhaps you were being stupid—and not for the reason you originally thought.

You've been friends with this man since either of you could walk, friends through his stupid murder fixation, friends through his takeover of Hell.

But he left you for dead.

He finally found out that you survived and the first thing out of his mouth was an interrogation?

Where was your fucking apology?

So maybe, just maybe, you've been stupid this entire time. That you didn't need to be making excuses for him. That you didn't need to forgive him. That maybe your anger, your want to hurt him back, was more than valid.

You picked up your own glass and downed its contents in one go, relishing in the familiar bitter taste.

"There's no bed." You noted instead of answering your old friend, your grip was tight around the glass you held. "Where do you sleep?"

"I don't." Alastor answered simply. He moved only to fill up your glass again, but his eyes never strayed from you.

You weren't sure how much truth there was behind his words. Sinners still slept, and no matter how highly Alastor thought of himself, he still functioned the same way the rest of you do.

"What keeps you up at night, then?" You couldn't help but ask.

Perhaps it was an attempt to piss him off. Make small talk, delay from giving him answers.

But as much as you hated to admit it, it was likely because there was an answer you wanted to hear. One caused by that part of you that still hoped for your old friend to show you even just a hint of a conscience.

Perhaps if he gave you that, it would be enough for you to hold onto civility. It would be enough for your to at least honor what past friendship you had with him.

"Nothing in particular, really." Alastor glanced away from you, downing his drink once more. "There's just no rest for the wicked, isn't that what they say?"

You followed his lead, throwing your head back and letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat.

It almost felt like old times when you'd compete with him in old dingy bars.

"Ah, I figured you wouldn't be hung up on it." You held your empty glass in your hands, a finger unconsciously caressing its cool surface.

"My bad, dear." Alastor gave you a faux look of guilt, but the mockery that dripped from his tone easily gave it away. "Did you want me to mourn you for a couple decades?"

You rolled your eyes. "Considering everything we've been through, I'd have expected at least a few years."

You noticed Alastor fill his glass up again, he knocked it back just as quickly as the previous ones.

You both looked like you were drinking your problems away, but it seemed like this was more of a habit. One formed through a lifetime of repetitions.

"I can start now if you'd like." Alastor smiled at you.

Your brows raised. "I am very clearly not dead."

"You might be soon." The static in his voice was heavier, and for a split second you could have sworn his pupils changed to dials.

Your fingers stilled against the glass you held, feeling your skin prickle at the silence that followed.

The wood in the fireplace crackled, and the eerie light coming from the green flames added just a tinge more terror to your situation.

Or it would have if the only emotion you felt wasn't an all consuming rage.

The clear threat hung in the air for a second before Alastor spoke again. "So tell me,"

How long have you been alive?

Why didn't you tell me?

"How are you alive?" He said.

You had no idea why on earth he was angry. What gave him the right?

"We both know the answer to that already, don't we?" Your own smile tightened, teeth clenched hard to keep yourself from growling at him.

You tried to stomp out your anger, but every time you tried to reason that he used to be a friend, you couldn't help but be brought back to that time.

Lying in a pool of warm blood—your own blood. Seeing the exorcists flying down to you, racing to see who could kill you first. Turning your head, using the very last of your strength to reach out to your friend. Watching him stand from your side and melting away into shadows without you.

"Well yes, a deal, of course. But with whom? Not many demons down in this festering tar pit have that much power. You were practically gone, dear."

Ah, so it was a pride thing, you thought. He was bothered that there was someone who could do what he couldn't.

You couldn't hold back from scoffing. "And did that ever bother you? That I was practically gone?"

He paused. The sound of static grew messier for a few seconds before Alastor gave up on his glass entirely. He opted to just grab the bottle by its neck and drank from it.

"You seem like you were hoping it did." He teased as he set the bottle down back on the table. "Shouldn't a good friend be happy I wasn't suffering?"

Your heart clenched, eyes narrowed. The both of you have danced around it this entire time, but it just seemed like there was no longer any way to stop the words as they finally slipped from your mouth.

"Shouldn't a good friend try everything to save the other?"

The accusation, the betrayal, the bitterness, finally dripped like venom from your question.

A heavy tension covered both of you once more. The elephant in the room finally addressed properly, but it seemed neither of you knew what to do with it now.

A beat of silence.

"Then, it looks like we're both such terrible friends." Alastor said, as he sunk back into his chair. You hadn't noticed the tension in his body this entire time, you weren't sure if Alastor himself noticed it either.

But as he rested his head behind him, you noticed something you failed to before now.

He looked...exhausted. His smile was in place, his hair neat, his suit wrinkle free. He looked as perfect as ever; but he looked tired.

You were sure you didn't look any more chipper currently.

You tore your eyes away from the demon that sat across you. "It's been a long night."

"It's been twenty minutes." There was finally a hint of genuine amusement in his tone, but it felt strained.

Like it slipped before he could stop it, a habit formed through decades of banter.

"Twenty too many around you." You simply shut it down.

Still, not one apology. Did he even regret it?

You felt so confused, so conflicted, so angry, and you knew you just had to leave before you did something you would regret later on—whatever that may be.

He looked like he wanted to say something as you got up, but he chose to bring the bottle of alcohol to his lips instead.

It was only when your hand landed on the door handle did he speak. "I would do it again."

It felt like a light went out inside you somewhere.

You didn't turn around.

"I would leave you to die—over and over." Alastor's floaty voice continued. "You were a good friend, but not great enough for me to risk my own skin."

You've known your friend to be quite the liar. He knew what to say and when to say it, and he lived to crawl under people's skin and piss them off.

But at that moment, you knew it was one of the rare few instances where Alastor was honest.

"It seemed like you wanted to know." His normally mocking voice seemed softer. Like it really was just a fact and nothing more.

"The V's were there when you weren't." You found yourself saying. You turned your head to the side just a tiny bit, but still didn't turn to look at him.

The lights flickered and your hand closed around the handle of the door.

"I made a deal with the V's. Everything about you and more, in exchange for my life." You continued, almost unable to stop the words from coming out, really.

"Your defeat seven years ago was my doing."

You really were terrible friends.

"It seemed like you wanted to know, old pal."

You left his room just as the lights fully went out.

#tw: physical injuries #friendly reminder this event has closed #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #vien writes #follower event #we went for emotional pain this time around #more subtle than outright choking the man but I feel like having a dear friend betray him as much as he betrayed them would sting a lot mor #i am firm believer that alastor CAN care if he wanted to #but i must admit i made him a tiny bit ooc here bc i had to tone down his sillies for the mood

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dark-wil-wheaton · 2 months

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My dark army is growing

#dark wil wheaton original #((ooc: the fact people are following this one post joke blog is hilarious. encourages me to continue the bit lmao))

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iwozlegit · 3 months

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|| 🍍• You just know Husk is that much of a gentleman in his mannerisms that the first time he goes to cross the threshold of Angel’s room, he takes off his hat and waits to be physically asked to come in…

#|| ooc •#|| not transformers •#|| headcanons •#angel is just still talking avidly and then trails off when he realises husk hasn’t followed him past the open door #idek see this as like following that boundaries lesson Charlie mentioned #but Angel is still pretty new to boundaries so the whole thing just baffles him #and Angel is also pretty new to kitty cat’s head floof #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #huskerdust #@legitconcrusher

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messiahzzz · 4 months

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i do wonder why fandom is so insistent on proving that "gale could eventually change his mind" when it comes to fatherhood.

if children are something you ideally want in your romance - that is completely valid and luckily for you, there are several romance options in the game that can provide just that. wyll, lae'zel, and halsin. even shadowheart briefly mentions that children might be a possibility for her in the future. 4 options total that either already have entire adoption subplots or are open to the idea.

meanwhile, fandom is bending over backwards, bringing up aspects of gale's arc that are completely irrelevant to the topic at hand and claiming that any statement coming from gale or any boundary he sets should forever be questioned because... "he has been known to have inferiority issues"?!

gale is a character who is very likely in his 40s. he isn't some 20-something college boy who is still trying to figure everything out. i personally never felt like there was any point in the context of gale's relationship with tav where he was unsure about his desires. quite the contrary.

gale is also very vocal about what he wants. not wasting any time in proposing to tav after the big bad had been defeated. i am pretty sure there would have been instances where gale expressed his desire to have children (whether that may mean immediate or somewhere down the line) if larian had intended to include this aspect in his romance as well.

...but instead all we have to go on when it comes to the subject of children in general are lines like these:

player: gale... how would you feel about having another person in our relationship?

gale: what, like a child? i'm not quite sure i'd consider myself father material, plus our current lifestyle isn't exactly what i'd call settled...

tara: this is why mrs. dekarios and i will be waiting an eternity more for grandchildren.

gale: psst! shoo, tara.

nodecontext: shooing away tara like one would a naughty cat.

gale, upon spotting oliver during their game of hide and seek: ah, i have you! just a shame i don't want you.

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adding for clarification

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #by all means go wild with your headcanons #no ones stopping you #but recognize that they are ooc and merely self-indulgent #dad!gale #it speaks #fandom critical #on a different note: a good majority of media out there follows the usual marriage-nuclear-family trope #if you're into that sort of thing you'll likely never run out of content to consume #and here we have one (1) character who expresses no such desires #and yet fandom is still so insistent that: Akshually no. he should feel the same.#perhaps controversial but imo gale is for the cf gang

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vikingpoteto · 6 months

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I know it has its problems but will any comic book ever start as hard as Green Arrow Vol.3 did? Ollie came back to life because his best friend achieved god status and decided what the world needed was Oliver Queen. Green Arrow inspired a Mia to save herself, stab her abuser and then she proceeded to reverse adopt herself into his family. Ollie was queerbaited. Connor awakened psychic powers that told him Ollie was back and that was never brought up again.

#poteto rambling #green arrow #oliver queen #mia dearden #connor hawke #the only complaint i have about that start is that eddie didn't follow connor #that was ooc #eddie would follow connor to hell and back #but ga vol 3 is my favorite for a reason

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moldy-cheese-being · 8 months

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Scollace (comic specifically) headcanon things bc i can

Oh kinda implied nsft in like onw sentence by the way lol

★ Scott is incredibly clingy. This mans love language is physical touch and it is VERY apparent. He cannot go two seconds without touching Wallace in some little way. Whether it be full on cuddling or just having their shoulders kinda touch, it is absolutely REQUIRED or Scott will literally die (no he won't he's just dramatic.)

★ Wallace is not that clingy. In fact, he doesn't even really like being touched. Of course, he's willing to hold his boyfriend while watching a movie, or sleeping, or whenever scott wants, but he doesn't need it the way scott does.

✦ Wallace is actually a huge fuckin' lier. He absolutely adores scotts clingyness, and will literally initiate the physical affection if scott doesn't. The second Scott gets home, Wallace wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist, kisses his forehead, and asks how his day was.

★ Wallace likes listening to music or podcasts while he cooks and cleans, and if he's not really in the mood for any of his usuals, he'll just ask Scott a question about some niche Nintendo fact, and scott will instantly start info-dumping. Wallace genuinely doesn't understand how his autistic ass boyfriend manages to always have new facts, but its convenient and adorable so yknow

★ Scott literally BEGGED on his hands and knees (in both connotations...) for Wallace to not tell Stacy until Scott decided to. Of course, Wallace entirely ignored this.

✦ Well at least Wallace claims to have ignored it. Really, he just got a little too gay while talking to Stacy and accidentally let it slip.

★ When they got together, wallace let up on the drinking a lot. Not because Scott said anything, but because he just didn't feel the need to go out drinking anymore. Before they started dating, most of Wallace's free time was spent hanging out with friends, while the other bit was spent with random dudes. Once he stopped being able to have those casual relationships, he just kinda didn't need to go to bars and clubs.

(Yo! So i posted this, like, months ago, but since then ive learned how to use a ✨comma✨ so i slammed those little guys where they needed to be. Hopefully my faggotry is now comprehensible lol)

#scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #scollace #scott pilgrim x wallace wells #for all of my new scott Pilgrim followers :33 #most of this is probably ooc and doesn't fit the canon of the comics but oh well haha #autistic scott #autistic scott pilgrim

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ooctlt · 3 months

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general navigation: about | all art/answered asks | TUTORIAL | ko-fi

DIRECTORY is under the readmore with basics, living together, fun, and story continuity

DISCLAIMER: there is always the possibility that the characters here will not take your question well. they might answer rudely or dismissively, and their answers are heavily opinionated. instigating behavior is not only encouraged but expected on both ends. this does not reflect my personal opinions as the artist. answers are put on a daily queue and will be tagged with keywords relating to the question. please search for existing answers before sending an ask! PREVIOUSLY ANSWERED/VAGUE ASKS WILL BE DELETED.

FAQ: introduction | living layout | why are gideon and harrow living together if they hate each other? & why can't harrow just go? | what's the dynamic? who is dating who? who's friends with who? etc

WILL NOT ANSWER: advice asks (ex: my ex broke up with me what should i do, i graduated college what next, do you have any art/study tips) "reaction" asks (ex: x is funny for that, i loved xyz post, x is feral) are seen and appreciated but wont be posted; "recommendation"/hyperspecific asks (ex: can you guys rec your favorite brands of jam, can you pick my next car, what is your least favorite part about 3rd year med school) require me to do the research for the characters, which takes a lot of time; asks referencing real life shows/video games/comics (ex: have you read homestuck/played minecraft) for the same reason mentioned previous, plus it relies on my existing knowledge of the media. also i do not want there to be discourse on these fictional characters having opinions on more fictional characters

DIRECTORY continues below with basics, living together, fun, and story continuity

FUN: what do you do for fun? | do you have pets? | do you have tattoos? | what do you like to read / what is harrow reading? |

#the plot thickens (for plot/development relevant) #locked (for asks that ask too much too fast) #misc and #mass answer (for one-off minor asks)

STORY CONTINUITY: lines in ORANGE count as "storylines" that can be continued.

NOTE: if you want to progress their relationships with each other, try to prompt ideas that theyre willing to engage with.

gideon's parentage: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

griddlehark: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

gideon: mass answer 1 |

third: 1 | party 1, 2

fourth & fifth: 1 |

sixth: 1 | 2 | cam's art: 1 |

seventh: 1 | 2 |

nona: 1 |

#OOCTLTpp #<== if you have followed this long enough and wish to block the long post #will be updated as we go along but i thought a masterpost of basic continuity would be helpful #actual ooc

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proosh · 23 days

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I do think that it's pretty heavily implied to a degree that a lot of Gil's loud and hyperaggressive personality is something of a front and that beneath the performance he's much more internalised and rational than a lot of people/the fandom give him credit for. He's stated to be highly intelligent, have an interest and skill in music, is serious about study and education, and keeps to particular personal regimes that require a great deal of discipline and focus. Like, he's still a prideful, arrogant brute of a man but I do think Hima has been working to try and undo/soft-retcon some of that early characterisation tbh

#if i see anyone i follow imply that gil is unintelligent or messy i will literally unfollow and i have done this in the past #it's straight up ooc sorry 2 say.#mine #my writing #hws prussia

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spaceistheplaceart · 11 days

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found an old ekurei comic rotting in my files, decided to finish it. upon my rewatch of mp100 i kept noticing how many times dimple was referred to as a pet- but he's not ! ! ! he's a friend :)

#not too happy w the writing but whatevs #sorry matsuo likers if hes ooc i used him as plot device #ekurei #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #dimple mp100 #comic #op art #ok continuing my thoughts here bc i dont want a whole essay up there #ik reigen calls him a pet as well but its more joking imo and also #this comic is after s3 when they r sort of friends #in my ekurei timeline tho they aint fusing yet. just pals #maybe have fused a few times but nothin srs yet #for those who dont follow me that will not make any sense lol #but even mob calls him a pet sometimes! or dehumanizes him. like. mob. you are the ghost seer. you should know better #now i could be misremembering that but still #everybody treats him like a mosquito or something which is funny but hes a person #he just looks different :(#long post

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shittyutmv · 5 months

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hey quick question to all our lovely askers out there: are we Trying to kill him?

#About ink btw #We still have an ask in the inbox that just says #“Can you shoot him with a bazooka please?”#or something along those lines #and i feel so aimless when i read it #like what am i supposed to do #i need to please the audience #but i cant just Kill that Guy #is that what you all want?#for me to kill him?#cus im following your recipe word for word #and fellas he looks more like roadkill every day #-mod kip #ooc #🦑

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pupkashi · 10 months

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congratulations once again my love 💛 i'm bringing out the confetti!! may i request number 5 with kento, pretty please?🥺 kissing your cheeks, thank you in advance 💛💛💛

thank u so much julie my beloved <333 big smooches for u ^♡^ i hope you enjoy this !!!

join the celebration!

there’s a persistent nudging that makes your brows furrow, eyes fighting to open as the dimly lit room comes into focus.

“darling? you up?” the deep whisper causing your head to turn slowly, rubbing your eyes so you could focus on the man standing at the foot of you bed.

“ken? what’re you doing up?” you mumble, yawning as you sit up, checking the clock on the bedside table and frowning, “and why’re you waking me up at 5 in the morning.”

the whine in your voice makes kento smile, running a hand through his still messy blonde hair. he’s wearing grey sweatpants and a loose navy t shirt, one that you’d gifted him not too long ago.

“get changed i wanna take you somewhere” his voice is gentle, keeping in mind how much you hate loud noises when you wake up. when he sees the apprehension in your still sleepy face he moves next to you, leaning down a bit and kissing your cheek.

“please? I’ll make it worth it, i promise” there’s a charming smile on his face and you can’t stop yourself from leaning your head against his chest, mumbling something along of the lines of ‘only for you.’

it’s twenty minutes later that you’re walking into the living room, more awake than before but still a bit drowsy, grabbing a granola bar and nibbling away as he ushers you into the car.

“what’s that smell?” you ask, turning to look in the backseat but finding nothing.

“hm?” nanami only smiles, adoring the way you leaned your head against the window, humming along to the music playing softly from the speakers. he wastes no time in intertwining your fingers with him, brining your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

it’s a short drive, your eyes fluttering open when you hear the car engine stop. you’re looking around and kento is only giving you a small grin.

“give me five minutes then I’ll come get you, okay?” he asks, leaning over the center console to give you a soft kiss as you nod.

he’s opening the trunk of the car and walking quickly somewhere you can’t see from your point of view, only coming back into your line of sight a couple minutes later, a satisfied smile on his face as he opens the car door for you.

“ready?” you only nod, smiling as his takes his hand in your once more, closing the door behind you and leading you to where he’s disappeared to.

there’s a white and red blanket sprawled on the grass, surrounded by flowers. there’s fruits, croissants and a couple donuts on display, two warm coffees still in the wicker basket.

“ken” you breathe out, turning to look at the blonde man next to you, he only smiled at you, ushering you to sit on the soft blanket.

“surprise” he chuckles, the sound makes you smile, looking over at him and taking in his relaxed form. you’re both munching on the croissants when the sun begins to rise.

“you really made these?” you ask, inspecting the bread before looking back at your lover.

“‘s that so hard to believe, my love?” there’s a teasing grin on his face that makes you scrunch your nose up, shoving him with your shoulder slightly before letting your head rest on his chest.

one of his arms is behind him, hand in the dewy grass for balance as the other snakes around your shoulders, keeping you close to him as the reds and oranges slowly engulf the sky.

“it’s so pretty” you murmur, the two of you bathed in the suns golden rays as it slowly rises from its sleep, kissing both of you good morning.

nanami isn’t looking at the sun, he’s seen the sunrise more than enough times. instead, his eyes are focused on you, a gentle smile on his face. he’s memorizing every detail of your face, the way your hair looks a different color in the golden light.

he’s falling in love with you all over again when he replies to you, “yeah, so beautiful.”

#I so rarely write for nanami i hope this isn’t too ooc </3 #i love him i swear #pupkashi’s 800 follower event #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento drabble #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x reader fluff #kento nanami Imagine #kento nanami drabble #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami kento fanfic #nanami kento Imagine

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galedekarios · 4 months

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i hope in about a year-ish, we are ready to talk about how bl**dw**v* is literally the any two white guys trope

#if i see the word foils used one more time in context with these two characters #while all of their edges&actual characteristics&preferences are sanded away so that gale can be a pretty trauma-free doormat for ast*rion #my eyes will roll out of my skull and into a new dimension #all of the origin characters follow roughly the same narrative pattern they weren't 'made for each other' lmao #the only way this relationship 'works' is if you play them as an origin character and make the most ooc choices #text: personal #fandom critical

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in-memoriam-tgwk · 14 days

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fun drawing challenge with some fan favorites! ill admit, i had the most fun with antlersplash’s design. he’s got such a pretty fur pattern…

order of appearance!

Brightrunner - Belongs to @restless-clan

Antlersplash - Belongs to @songclangen

Cherrystar - Belongs to @gray-thistleclan

Quickpaw - Belongs to @nox-clan

Sparkkit - Belongs to @moons-of-dewclan

Bonekit - Belongs to me!

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#consider this a partial celebration of 500+ followers WOOHOO you all are so rad! <3 take all my love today you earned it #tgwk ooc #clangen #clangen art #warrior cats

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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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Hi I didn’t know if your requests are still open but could i request prompt #8 gn!mc with Beel from obey me? Nsfw is preferred but sfw is fine as well :D

i'm assuming you're referring to my 500 follower event-- which i will absolutely still do (and laugh bc, as I'm writing this, we've reached 1k followers) -- gn!mc x beel, nsfw below the cut!

"let's get married."

beel's warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, lips grazing your throat before pressing soft, warm kisses along your jawline.

"yeah?" you murmur, smile creeping onto your face and into your voice. your hands run in comforting circles across the expanse of his bare back. "that's certainly new."

"would you do it, though? marry me, i mean."

"i dunno... what's got you thinking about marriage all of a sudden?"

your teasing only makes him grin against your shoulder, hips grinding into yours with slow, steady movements. lazy sundays were some of your favorites in the house of lamentation-- it meant you had time to sneak away, to savor the feeling of beel's body against your own. his palm slid up your hip and underneath the hem of your shirt to pull it up and off you. his fingers found your nipple and toyed with it carefully, rolling the sensitive bud back and forth between his fingers as you conversed.

"why not?" he counters, deep voice rumbling in his chest. "if we get married, maybe you won't have to leave the devildom so often... you can just stay here with me."

before you can answer, he's unbuckling your pants, hungry eyes guiding eager fingers past your waistline and into your underwear. he strokes carefully at your arousal, scooting down to bring his tongue to your nipple instead. it seemed he didn't have anything else to offer you in terms of an explanation-- his gaze was heavy with want, indescribable need as he waited for your response. he wanted to gorge himself on you fully. gluttony blended into greed just as easily as it did lust, a mixture of sins clouding his mind as his fingers toy with you. he pulled them from your pants to drench them in his saliva before promptly slipping them inside you, one after the other, easing into your warmth before curling them into a spot that make you moan, made your hips jerk as colors danced across your vision.

"b-beel, i--" you're interrupted by your own whine-- then by beel's aimless babbling.

"wanna marry you," he murmurs between hot kisses and feverish licks across the expanse of your chest, getting impatient as he moves to your other nipple. "want to make you all mine, keep you close so i can have you whenever i want... i wanna be your family, your husband, i--"

"--yes, beel!"

he's surprised by your outburst, blinking before meeting your gaze, all actions stopped dead in their tracks as the two of you stared in silence. red marks bloom across your chest-- had he really been sucking and biting at your skin as he babbled like that? sometimes beel couldn't comprehend the extent of his excitement for you until it looked him right in the eye. your chest heaved with effort as you squirmed, his thick fingers still heavy inside you.

a long moment passed. then another, then, part of the way through another--

"takes these off," he mumbles suddenly, pulling roughly at your jeans.

"we'll have this discussion another time," you agree.

#sorry i. feel like i have no ability to write beel sometimes #i have no idea if this is ooc or not #but i hope you enjoy regardless!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel smut #onyourowndaisymae 500 follower event!

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