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DoubleTrouble No 1 🖤❤️

Myself and the delightful and talented @fraugwinska have been working on something tasty and present to you: a DoubleTrouble fic!

A single prompt from my Ao3, shared between two writers, one POV each ❤️

I tackled the reader's perspective, and you can find one from Alastor's POV right here! So many thanks for FrauGwinska for being an absolute superstar and working with me through this new and exciting experience <3

We hope you enjoy!

Tags: period sex, cunnilingus, mentions of blood (obviously), rough sex <3

Minors DNI🔞

The Blood is Rare 🩸

The fact that you still had a period in Hell was bullshit, but you suppose they needed to give people something to be miserable about. That was probably why people ended up in the situation you were in now, seated across from Alastor with a deal on the tip of your tongue; sheer desperation, because somehow the cramps were even worse than they had been on Earth and the only thing that helped was a good old fashioned orgasm. If it were anyone else you wouldn’t even consider asking- a lot of demons, except the really-weird-even-for-Hell ones, were still squeamish about blood being involved with any kind of orgasm.

If you were right though. Alastor would relish the opportunity you were about to present to him.

Fresh to the hotel just a few days after your last Hellish period, Alastor had startled you in the kitchen with a knife in your hand. The resulting jump had caused the blade to slip, gash in your thumb bleeding steadily over the apples that you had planned to fry up. Rather than allowing you to fetch a bandage, Alastor had chuckled, said “no need, dear,” and popped your thumb into his mouth. It was probably some ploy of his- strike fear into the hearts of new residents, give them a reminder that he was a cannibal and that he wouldn’t hesitate to eat them if they stepped out of line or caused any issues.

It backfired on him. At the taste of your blood his eyes grew black, staggering away from you with the shock of it, antlers extending so quickly they smashed the glass front of a nearby cabinet and he ended up trapped between the wooden dividers.

“More,” he had snarled, but his antlers stuck in the cabinet had been enough of a delay for you to make an escape.

He apologized, of course, a couple days later, explained his nature as a cannibal, a predator, had reacted before his mind, and that such a thing would not happen again. He had ended the awkward conversation with a statement of, “should you feel the desire to spare some of that tasty treat in your veins, do be a dear and let me know!”

And, well. Here you were. Letting him know. Ready to make a deal with one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell to get a little relief from the torture chamber that was your body in ovulation, even when there was nothing to fucking ovulate.

Alastor was tense when he phased into the hotel conference room to meet you as you had asked. His spine is stiff when he settles into the chair across from you, not having been alone in a space since that time in the kitchen. “What is it that I can help you with, my dear?”

“I want to clarify something- do you want to like, eat me?”

“Oh!” Alastor’s eyes widen with his smile. “I wouldn’t have been so blunt about it, darling, but if you’re asking- yes. That little taste that I had a few weeks ago was… inadequate, to say the least. But naturally staying here at the Hotel, Charlie would have been terribly upset had I consumed you.” He flicks his gaze over your form. “Why do you ask? Surely you don’t mean to let me indulge.”

A deep breath as you brace yourself. “Hah, not exactly. But uh, I do have a proposition of sorts for you. In regards to that. Kind of.”

He fades out of sight, rematerializing a couple seats closer to you. “Color me intrigued! What do you have in mind?”

You almost call the whole thing off- then a monster bolt of pain rips through your abdomen, nearly forcing you to double over the table with the ache of it. Any thought of embarrassment or hesitation flies from your head. Alastor is the only one that would be willing to help you in this way, you’re sure of it.

The groan of pain escapes you before you can stop it, and his eyebrows raise. “I have a deal to offer you that would allow you to- um. Sample my blood, if you’re amenable. Once a month.”

His head cocks to the side before his expression clears and he understands what you’re implying. “You’re referring to menstruation?” You nod, face red. “I see. Please provide me with more details of what this proposal would entail on my end then.” His claws are digging into the table, wood splintering beneath them and betraying his interest before even hearing what he would have to do.

“Right. I don’t know if you’re aware or not but periods can be crazy painful. Just on Earth too, but down here they’re basically unbearable when the cramps get bad. One thing that can help is having an orgasm.” You’re trying to resist the urge to hide in some way. You know this is what needs to be done. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, of course- just, you know. Uh, collecting on your benefit would probably do the trick.”

His eyes narrow. “I see. That is the… service I’m to provide, then?” A nod, flushed face dropped into your hands. “Well, I suppose I will simply have to endeavor to do my best! I’m never one to turn down a challenge- certainly not when the payoff is so enticing.” His eyes go dark, not quite black yet but the air between you changes, antlers going long and jagged. “I’m open to your proposal.”

“I need terms,” you breathe out, pleased that he’s still willing to help with the sexual nature of your request. “I need- just, something confirming that you won’t actually eat me for real. The blood is all that I’m willing to part with- no flesh.”

He sighs, eyes rolling. “Less exciting,” he says with a wave of his hand, “but not a dealbreaker. Anything else?”

“Only once a month- during this time. You can’t just be making me bleed whenever you want.”

“Done.” He’s in the chair next to you then, eyes black, grin so wide it threatens to split his face open, clawed hand held in your direction. “Do we have a deal?”

You take his hand in yours, green light filling the space between you and a screeching feedback sound assaulting your ears. When it fades Alastor is watching with hooded eyes. “Would you like to begin now?”

“Oh God. Uh, if now is a good time for you I guess. If you want to do it now.”

He laughs low and dangerous, his tall frame rising from the chair to tower over you. “Darling, I’ve wanted some semblance of what you’ve proposed for weeks. I’m not a man that makes a habit of denying himself a treat when it’s offered to him so sweetly.”

Your hand is still in his, and there’s a strange pull behind your navel as Alastor yanks you into the shadows with him, rematerializing in his bedroom. “Feel free to sit on the bed,” he offers, gesturing to the mattress and manifesting a large dark towel. “Or lie back- however will be more comfortable for you.”

He releases your hand once you’ve sat, and you stay upright as Alastor sinks to his knees in front of you, fingers coming to the top of your skirt and pulling everything down in one fell swoop, his expression darkening at the scent of you exposed before him before ducking his head. You can’t see what he sees with how close he has already come to your skin, his enlarged antlers blocking your vision, the muscles of his back flexing with the force of his inhale as he breathes you in. A jolt of pain hits you again, deep in your core, and your whimper at the feeling has him bringing his eyes back to your face.

His eyes are hooded and dangerous, feral smile on his face while your fingers dig into the bedsheets. “Feel free to hold on, dear,” he says with a gesture to his antlers, before dipping his head to your bare cunt and slicking his tongue between your folds, angling his head just so to slip into your heat.

You can almost forget that Alastor is only doing this to satisfy some carnal desire of his with the fervent way that he pushes his mouth against you, slick muscle delving deep into you and brushing his nose against the firm nub of your clit. There’s a reverberating rumble as he moans at the taste, clawed fingers coming up to grip at your thighs, spreading them wider so he can get even closer to the source of his obsession. You can feel where he flicks his tongue inside you, brushing against that sweet bundle of nerves with every strong push and pull. The pleasure curls in your gut, keeping the worst of the cramps at bay while your body tenses and releases in rhythm with the demon’s ministrations. Every so often he pulls out, brings what he’s collected back into the haven of his mouth and savors it, eyes closed and his throat rumbling with a satisfied groan.

“You’ve no idea,” he growls, “how I’ve thought of tasting you. Consuming you.” The sharp points of his teeth brush against your clit and your body jolts, hands finally flying up from the bed to clutch at his antlers, grip tight on the tines of them as he looks up at you.

The look on his face is nearly your undoing- more animal than man, and his claws dig into your flesh, tiny pinpricks of pain dragging you forcibly back to the moment. Your orgasm is just out of reach, not enough focus where you need him but you don’t want him to feel uncomfortable if you ask him for more.

“Fucking divine,” he whispers against you, and when his tongue brushes your sensitive clit with the words you shudder, the motion drawing his gaze to your face, flushed and hot. He smiles wide, expression smug as he leans in and does it purposely this time, licking up your folds and finally focusing where you need him to be. He circles it with purpose, pressure so sweet and sadistic, a light suck making you cry out his name and fist your hands on his antlers.

“Fuck! Alastor, yes, there- oh god, please, more…” He tenses under your hands and you worry for a moment that you’ve done something wrong. Then he’d sliding his hands under your thighs and dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, draping your legs over his shoulders.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice sending heat flooding through you, overriding the painful ache of a cramp that tries to make itself known.

“Alastor,” you moan, and his tongue resumes its residence in the tight grip of your cunt, a hand coming up to brush a clawed finger over your clit. He works you quickly, his efforts paying off as your body tenses, invisible string inside you drawing tight and snapping with a force you’ve never felt before. “Alastor- A-” You try to say his name again, hear it come out as as a choked off whimper and a near scream as you reach orgasm, legs tightening on his shoulders and pulling him as closer, your walls clenching down on the length of his tongue before be pulls back and licks you through the remainder of it.

You release your grip on his antlers and fall back against the mattress, eyes closed while Alastor removes his face from between your legs, licking along the tiny pinpricks of blood from his claws before you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

Your abdomen is blissfully absent of any clenching of your internal organs seeking revenge. Sated, you sit up from the mattress to see Alastor still knelt before you, faint lines of dried blood- your dried blood, your brain supplies- around his mouth. He looks like a predator fresh from his kill of the night, antlers jagged and long, eyes still dark and frantic as he looks at you.

“Was that sufficient, darling?”

“God, yes, it was perfect. I- I really appreciate your help.”

“Hmm. Of course. Though I must admit, only part of my… appetite for you has been appeased.” He rises from the floor, knees perched on either side of your thighs now and leaning in. You can smell something metallic on him as he approaches, know that it's your own blood as he stares down into your eyes hovered over you.

“Oh?” You become aware of a hard length pressing into your thigh. “Oh! I didn’t think that was something you would be interested in.”

He shrugs, rolling his hips and hissing at the friction. “Nor did I, dear. That does seem to be a theme with you, though- having a taste and finding that I crave more against my better judgment, against all reason.” He places a hand on your hip and runs his claws along the bare skin. “Would you allow me to help ease your pain once more?”

“God, yes,” you breathe out, “please, Alastor.” He takes a moment to undress, trousers removed along with his boxers before he climbs back over you and presses against the still slick folds of your cunt. He pushes in, hot and hard length opening you up and settling deep inside of you with a harsh exhale of breath against your neck. “Fuck, it’s so good.”

Alastor growls, the sound reverberating through his chest as he thrusts into you. A pulse of arousal shoots through you, the thought of bringing such a well spoken man to his baser instincts, so thoroughly invested in you that he can do little more than snarl like an animal into your skin, pushing you ever closer to the edge again. You’re already soft and sensitive from your first release, the cresting wave of a second hustling towards you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at the tendon he finds there and moaning. “I could devour you,” he whispers, and you feel yourself clench down on him at the broken crack in his voice. He drags his tongue up the length of your neck, hesitates like he’s trying to savor it. “I could feast on you for centuries and never tire of the taste of your flesh, whether coated in blood or sweat.”

A whimper escapes you as he sucks on the skin of your shoulder, leaving a trail of harsh bruises along the path he takes. A hand comes up to twist into his hair, something to ground yourself, to draw this out as long as possible. Your other hand digs into the flesh of his arm pinning you to the mattress. “Fuck, more, please,” you beg him, and he pulls back from your neck to watch your face twist and contort in pleasure while he slams against the sweet spot inside of you.

“Say my name,” he demands, fingers on your hip digging bruises into the soft skin, his other hand tangled in the bedsheets, tearing them to shreds to avoid sinking his claws into you. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

“Oh God, Alastor-” You angle your hips, the movement bringing him even deeper into your body, the length of him so sweet and sinfully delicious that a whine escapes your throat before you can think to stop it. “I need- I don’t know, Al, I can’t-”

“You must,” he commands, and he lets go of your hip to slip his hand between your bodies, fingers pressing against the taut skin of your opening where your bodies are joined. The stimulation is foreign and new and has your walls tensing and releasing rhythmically around him, release so close now that you were seeing stars behind your clenched eyes.

“Look at me.” Your lids fly open to meet the sight of Alastor above you, his face contorted in something like pain. “You must,” he says again, fucking into you with vigor now, sweat beading on his forehead. “I need it around me, I have to feel it. Please, darling, give it to me-”

Fuck. How could you deny him when he asked so sweetly? Not that you had any control over it- your body breaks beneath him, cunt wrapped around him like the softest of silk and tightening its grip. Your limbs seem to go numb for a moment, pleasure warping your reality for a few blissful moments, your vision focusing in a tunnel on Alastor’s face before it vanishes, burying once again in the space between your shoulder and neck.

With a final cry of his name he sinks his teeth into you, not tearing back as one might expect but content to simply let them rest there as he spills into you with a broken moan, hips bucking hard and fierce and then easing into something softer as your walls pull and push, wringing every drop from him.

A breath of silence as you both catch your breath, interrupted by a hiss of faint pain as Alastor pulls his teeth from you and licks at the wound he’s created like a satisfied cat. “You promised you wouldn’t try to eat me for real,” you mutter, voice soft from the strength of your cries.

Alastor hums against you, tongue still moving against you. “Hardly my fault.” He’s mouthing greedily at your skin, claws traipsing on the flesh of your hips and roaming wherever he can reach. “You’re delicious,” he groans, taking one final taste of your blood before pulling back and collapsing next to you, “a delicacy. How am I meant to live without this at every moment of the day? I think I shall starve.”

You huff out a laugh, stretching your muscles as well as you can without really moving. “Don’t be dramatic. You get it once a month, at least.” You roll onto your side, ignore the feeling of something slick and wet between your thighs and focus on the fact that your body is limp and pliant and not seeking revenge on you.

“You raise a valid point, my dear.” He throws you a sideways look, his antlers now having returned to their normal size and his ears relaxed against his skull. “Though I’m not at all opposed to repeating this aspect of the experience outside of your… monthly allowance to me. Deals always have room for negotiation, do they not?”

“Let’s get through this one first and then we’ll talk.” You yawn and try to rise from the bed, but an arm from the demon beside you is thrown haphazardly over your waist, pinning you in place.

“Stay,” he says, his eyes lidded and peeking at you. “There’s more to come yet, right? May as well stay where we can easily access one another for the duration.” His crimson eyes close the rest of the way and you settle back into the mattress, allowing your body to relax and slip into a peaceful sleep beside him.

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor smut #hazbin hotel x reader #bloodlust <3 #title by Hozier

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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hi!!! congrats on getting more followers! i was honestly so excited when i saw the masquerade prompts. you don't understand just how much i love your works ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

may i please request prompt 3 for leona, vil, and jade?

thank you so much!!!

3. You were invited to this stupid party by someone you really can't stand, but you can't find them anywhere. Thankfully you found this wonderful person to dance with who is a great time and nothing like that person at all.

And you don't know how much it means to me that I make you happy when I post (つ﹏⊂) I do write things that amuse myself yes, but seeing my regulars in my notes makes me so happy. I think about you guys when I write stuff all the time ♡

notes: they/them used for Yuu, yeah I came up with this prompt for Leona what of it, references to Ch 6 with Vil, Jade and Yuu are implied to be in the "what are we" stage of the dumpster fire situationship. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Leona

How hard could it be to find a lion- well anywhere now that you are really thinking about it? They stand out, have an incessant need for sleep, are constantly making demands of other people, and oh yeah this one has a fucking tail. You would have thought it would be extremely easy to find Leona even if everyone was wearing some sort of costume because you would have just needed to pin the tail on the asshole but no. It would seem that several of these obnoxious costumes came with tails. Yours included, it was extremely annoying to sit on and you found yourself with many uncomfortable questions about how Leona, Ruggie, and Jack functioned at NRC with those things. Do beastmen have different furniture to accommodate their tails? Just how different is a beastman's anatomy to a regular man's and would Leona just show up already so you could stop thinking about his ass?

"Hey watch where you're goin'." Your thoughts are interrupted with faux fur. Lots of it, you loose your mask in the struggle to pry yourself free of the stranger's costume and are unable to use the anonymity to hide your opinion of his costume.

It sucks. Whoever this guy is he must have really pissed off Crewel to get stuck with this weird abomination of a fur trimmed cape. It barely matches the antlers on his head, he doesn't seemed that bothered by your look, offering you back your mask with a shrug.

"I know. Ugly as shit right?"

"You said it not me." You fix your mask back into place and look at the buffet table next to you both. "Hey have you seen a lion around anywhere? I thought I might find him next to the meats but haven't had much luck so far."

"A lion hm?" This man leans back folding his arms so really know he's thinking. "Can't say I have. Why ya' lookin for him?" He bends just a little bit closer to you. "Am I not good enough company for you?"

"But sir," You fake gasp "we've only just met and this lion invited me. I need to at least let him know how annoyed I am he made me waste my evening."

"Oh do you know." The man laughs. "Well we really should go find him then." He offers you his hand and takes you towards the dance floor, tossing his heavy, ugly cloak around as he does letting the weight push other couples out of the way.

"I thought you were taking me to look for my lion, Mr. Deer." Leona knows you are teasing him, that doesn't mean his ears twitch any less at being called a deer. "Are you sure you didn't just want to dance with me?"

"Bit full of ourselves aren't we?" He dips you and relishes the way you gasp. "Since when was he your lion?" Since you stepped on his tail but you don't need to know that. He certainly didn't until Ruggie pointed out.

"Since he decided to invite me to an event I was already invited to." You have every right to sound this smug but he really is not in the mood to admit it.

"You sure seemed content to ditch him for me. Sure that's smart of you? You're pretty tiny I'd hate to see you get eaten." The grumpy part of him sort of wishes you had ditched "him" to keep looking for your lion.

"Ah well." you sound shy, he hears your heart rate quicken ever so slightly. "I sort of owe him an apology? Every time I try to talk to him I get a but tongue tied and say a bunch of stuff I don't really mean." This is not news to him, he knows the steps of your heartbeat as well as he knows his own.

"Maybe he invited you because he owes you one too." He picks you up as the song ends, arms wrapped tight around your waist pinning your arms to your side and carrying you off back towards the buffet. "Do me a favor and get rid of the mask would you? I'm tired of you acting like I'm some stupid herbivore."

"LEONA?" Oh so you really didn't know. Pity that just makes him laugh louder. He had wanted to do the gently put he drops you just a tiny bit to hear you scream as payback for not knowing it was him. People are staring but he really doesn't care so long as your eyes remain on him until the night is over and return when you wake back up.

"Now," he sets you down in the corner where you found him "I believe you were complaining about me wasting your evening? Well I am all ears, just where do you suggest we go?"

Vil

Saying something out loud really does have a way of making it sound worse. "I cursed sweets Trey sent over to prevent the spudlings from cheating on their diets." Did not sound unreasonable to Vil. When Rook added "without telling the person whose dorm I was staying in or asking for their permission" he had initially scoffed, brushed it from his mind and gone back to preparing for VDC. Why would that matter? They weren't in charge of VDC, they didn't have any say in how he ran his group.

It's just one of the things he would like to scold his past self for. That action had nothing to do with the VDC; Yuu had correctly seen it as a further alienation of them from the broader school population and stripping of their autonomy. It was not something that occurred to him because Vil was not in the habit of viewing people as throwaways, everyone regardless of circumstance had potential. All they had to do was work hard and they would flourish, and the longer he looked at Yuu the stronger he felt he was right.

You had not originally been invited to the dance. Crowley had explained that first years needed permission from their Housewarden to come, and since Ramshackle did not have one, and you apparently did not count you were not allowed. Vil had been the last person you expected to stick up for you. Sure it sucked to hear someone say inviting you was "just a formality" but you were not going to complain about someone making it easier to feed Grim. You had intended to hunt him down and make Grim say thank you, but your great mage master had somehow managed to ditch you before you had found anyone you recognized, let alone Vil. It made you feel very alone, dissociative even, which had not been helped by the figure who appeared asking if you were alright.

"Do you need to go someplace more quiet?" You shake your head, fully aware your mask likely isn't helping your argument.

"No sorry I was just looking for..." The words die in your throat, you realize you aren't quite sure what to call Vil exactly. Friend sounds presumptuous, acquaintance sounds rude, and he is certainly not your anything let alone Housewarden. "The person who invited me." It sounds lame, but it settles you enough to let you stand without feeling dizzy. "I wanted to say thank you." The man in front of you smiles hand coming up to his face as if he is trying to hold back laughter.

"I don't think the Headmage needs anymore of an ego boost. Besides, isn't it a bit too early to be looking for someone you know?" You bite your tongue to keep from digging yourself into a hole, of course this stranger thinks Crowley invited you like he technically invited everyone else. And it would sound like you were a crazed fan if you admitted you were looking for Vil now, no one was as unaware of his fame as you were.

"I- I guess." You swallow your nerves and prepare to excuse yourself.

"Are you alright?" His voice is so beautiful, his concern doesn't sound fake at all as he guides you out onto the balcony and politely looks to the side when you take off your mask to breathe in the fresh air and steady yourself.

"Sorry." You have no idea what you are apologizing for.

"There's no need to apologize. You were invited, you belong here." He says it so forcefully you really want to believe him. "When people make you feel out of place, when they do things you don't like you have every right to let them know and demand an apology."

"Hah." You let out a sharp breath, turning to face your new friend with a rueful smile. He reaches behind his head to undo the straps of his mask as you continue to speak. "That sounds nice but you have no idea who I would start talking back to-" The mask falls and you stop dead, Vil's gaze just as intense as when he caught Ace, Grim, and Deuce but this time solely aimed at you.

"Why are you stopping?" He does not close the distance between you, no matter how much Vil might want to erase it he knows the first step cannot be his. "My advice isn't going to change just because you want to scold me. If anything I encourage it, true beauty cannot be achieved without feedback."

"You scare me." You admit.

"I am aware."

"I think you hate me." You take a hesitant step forward.

"I did not expect you to make me happy." He meets you in the middle, gently taking your hand and placing it just over his heart. "But you have been an unceasing source of joy from the moment I first properly spoke to you. If I have ever done anything to tarnish your happiness... no I know I have. I have made you feel small and alone and that is never a way a want you to feel." Vil is surprisingly strong, and his heart is beating faster with each word he says despite the perfectly collected look on his face. "If there is something I can do to apologize..."

"You could dance with me." The request is still much too timid, but a palace is not built overnight.

"As you wish."

Jade

Poor tiny Yuu, all lost, alone, and confused in the middle of a sea of people. They're searching for a needle fish in an unforgiving ocean, very much aware that they are running out of time. There is fear in their actions is so palpable and fragrant he stops to take a deep, shuddering breath and tastes it, rolling it around on his tongue savoring the imagined flavor.

Jade has you right where he wants you, all he has to do now is strike.

You are annoyed. Aggravated, slightly distressed maybe but you don't want to succumb to panic. Jade had slipped a handwritten invitation to the Masquerade under your door (that was completely unnecessary as Crowley had announced that everyone was invited) you had chosen to interpret as a threat. Confronting the bastard had only gotten you some fake sniffles and an insistence he would never ever hurt you.

"I am not accusing you of hurting me." You say blank look firm upon your face. "I am stating you threatened me." Jade has the audacity to quiver his lower lip.

"We have a one drink minimum here at the Mostro Lounge." His voice certainly wavers but sometimes you wonder if Jade has ever actually been afraid before, because the shit he is trying to pull right now really doesn't make it sound like he has. "Please at least order something, I would hate to lose my job."

And now the motherfucker is nowhere to be seen. You have got to look like an idiot, a well dressed dinosaur stomping around the jungle in a way all the other dinosaurs find annoying. Not that you can tell, everyone is wearing mask yourself included. The only way you would have of knowing who was who would be if you had somehow coordinated costumes, or checked with Crewel to see what someone was assigned. Which you did not do, but Jade very likely probably-

"Oh I am so sorry, are you alright?" Someone has walked into your thoughts and directly over your person, sending you both crashing to the floor. He recovers much more quickly than you do, reaching to help but pausing just before he touches you.

"I'm alright." You don't sound quite like you are, but you don't shy away from his touch as he helps you to your feet. It's hard to get a good read on the man in front of you, the mask he wears covers his entire face, including his mouth and his costume is billowy with a cape you swear could hide you both. As if sensing your thoughts he makes sure to flourish it as he brings you up to your feet. It's cute, you really wish you could see the way he looks.

"Would you like to dance?" He asks, not immediately letting go of you after he sets you upright. "It would be a waste to spend an entire evening so lost in your thoughts." You pause, considering your options, considering your partner. Jade is a neat dresser, this man is certainly neatly dressed, but he has a decidedly Rook like hat on, complete with some truly monstrous feathers, that's obscuring his true height. You also have a distinct answer that you are being watched and that this question as a wrong answer.

"Yes." You take his hand to his surprise, dragging him not to the center but off to a secluded corner of the ballroom where the music is still loud enough to hear but quiet enough that you can talk. Not that your partner seems to intend to do that, he holds you with a strange degree of gentleness guiding you through the steps of a much more formal sort of dance than you had ever done before.

"You seem quite frightened." The man finally says as the music begins to slow. "I do hope that wasn't because of me, I am only here to help after all."

"Motherfucker." You try to step on his toes and he laughs, taking control of the dance by tightening his grip on your arms and spinning you behind one of the lengthy curtains to press you up against the window.

"Later." is all he says as he ditches his mask, letting it fall who knows where as he pulls you into a deep heated kiss, intent on robbing you of as much air as he has sanity. He bites down on your lower lip as he leaves, sucking it until it swells and letting you up for air as he tightens his embrace. "You can yell and be angry at me for as long as you like later, but for now-" He presses another quick kiss to your lips "argue with me in a different way, hmm?"

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dissentersbedamned · 1 month

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that charlie redesign wanted me to redesign some others so here are some others, i was going to do husk, nifty, and sir pentious but i didnt feel like doing that

are these designs easier to animate? probably not am i claiming to be a better character designer than viziepop? yes

i might do the others but probably not i dont want to be know for this

individual characters and design notes below

i wanted to give her this soft color palette, making her stick out from the rest of hell, like an "angel" in hell

gave her a pink suit like her pilot design

gave her gold accents to give that royalty feel

her hair is now more curly/swirly to giver her a sheep look, along with the ears, kind of like how lucifer is associated with goats charlie has sheep

i also gave her ears to maker her not look like just a human

the darker pink-red color is supposed to contrast with her softer colors but not that much, it's supposed to convey that she is still a demon, the horns were also added to give that feel

bigger cheek makeup (?) and those gold "chains" were added to giver her a circus clown/ring leader look because hell is supposed to be like a circus

gave her tap shoes to convey shes likes music or someshit

darker color to contrast with charlies, a sun and moon thing going on

made her more moth like by making her hair look like moth wings, fuzzy leg warmers, and antennas (are those even antennas do moths even have antennas)

added a silver like color in her design to match with charlies gold

gave back her stocking from her pilot design and made her hand warmers mirror them

wanted to giver her a hot topic employee look

made her more look like she died in 2014 by giving her the red and black stocking + hand warmer, leg warmers, and making her x asymmetrical

her worm out shorts are suppose to give a 2014 feel but also are like that because moths just eat clothes sometimes

gave her the ribbon on her waist to mimic one of her old designs

her red is the same red in charlies pallet, they match +]

made him purple because i think limiting the main colors to each character is nice also because i think purple is a much more lust full color and to look similar to his old design

made him more spider like by adding an extra pair of eyes, fangs, two more legs and a spider butt lol

made him more fluffy and rounder to giver him a more effeminate/gnc look

gave him eyelashes for the same reason above

gave him a scar on the side that he has the golden tooth and different eyes because i think it would be cool is that was from an injury he had when he was alive

the coat was added so that it looks similar to his suit but still different enough so that not everyone is wearing one

the design on his pider butt and coat are suppose to look like a stylized spiders web

the hearts at the end of his heels are suppose to replicate the end of spiders feet

still kept him relatively skinny because i think he would have one of those arcs were a character starts off skinny but gets fatter to show that they're happy with life

still kept his suit because its such an important part to his character tbh and also so he can mirror charlies pink soft light pink suit with his dark dulled down red suit

gave him a tie so he looks more professional compared to charlies cutie bow tie

dulled down his colors so make him see older and stuck in an era

made him looked aged by giving him grey hairs, stubble, and eye bags

made his deer features more obvious by making his antlers bigger, more deer like ears, giving him a nose pike charlie, and giving him hooves

why alastor got socks on in the pool those are his hooves you bitch

actually made him black

still kept him skinny to give off that sickly skinny look

#🚬.dei.art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #angel dust #alastor #anti vivziepop #viziepop critical #im probably never going to this again dont worry folks #im going to bed #i think hazbin would be better if is was an early 2000s newground flash series

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nortism · 2 months

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doctor who liveblog pt 24

planet of the dead

- with that set up they were asking for someone to come in though the roof and steal the cup

- yoo the tardis was stolen

- i forgot to say anything but that was mad and the cgi was terrible, avg episode of doctor who

the waters of mars

- one tumblr user has told me this episode is good so i’m expecting big things

- so this is the one planet he needs a space suit for?

- doctor, doctor, fun :D

- space carrots!!

- uh oh the space carrots

- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

- i’m going to be fuming if we’re not on mars by 2058

- uh oh they’re all about to die

- humans almost reaching extinction sounds about right

- uh oh they’re zombies

- i got too invested to live blog but omg adelaide killed herself??? and the ood????!?! what is going on??

- that was such an amazing episode tho, i love it when they morally grey my protagonist

the end of time pt 1

- so excited to see both the master and donna’s grandad in the episode cover

- christmas again?!

- yooo tiny tardis in the stained glass

- yayay the ood

- bro married queen elizabeth i?!

- yay ood paradise

- ominous prophecy from the ood as always

- oh great the cult of saxon

- oh she killed him again that’s nice

- oh did he live

- oh wilfred and his little christmas antlers i adore him

- he is loving that burger

- NO THE BURGER LADY

- FOUR KNOCKS

- DONNA!!!

- awww she’s engaged

- i miss her so bad

- who tf is that?

- the doctor and the master were childhood friends??? ohhh this is juicy

- what the fuck is going on

- that’s his daughter?! fucked up relationship

- oh he’s got a gun

- yes then companion wilfred

- helppp they got the master on a lead

- uh oh green aliens

- billionaires always obsessed with living forever

- this feels like a very elaborate prank to pull on the doctor

- THE TIMELORDS?!

- also say don’t spray bro

the end of time pt 2

- omg we’re on gallifrey

- oh we’re flashing back

- uh oh they’ve tied him up

- nooo donna

- oh shit she exploded them

- this is gay as hell

- well u didn’t have to hit him

- no not wilfred

- yayy the green aliens!!

- at least wilfred is getting to live out his dream of going to space

- oh he’s taking the gun

- ngl i have no idea what’s going on

- I JUST REALISED WHERE I RECOGNISED THE GREEN ALIEN MAN FROM, HE’S IN HORRIBLE HISTORIESSSSS

- that’s all i care about tbh

- pew pew pew

- he should def be dead

- uh oh timelords

- so we’re all just gonna pretend like doctor and master are normal names

- oh yay the people are back

- oh shit there’s gallifrey

- yes then the master

- he’s alive!!

- no the four knocks again shitttt

- WAIT IS WILFRED STUCK NOOO

- oh fucj the doctor

- oh he’s still breathing

- they just can’t kill this guy

- oh he’s regenerating

- MARTHAAAA

- mickey?!

- THEYRE MARRIED WTFFFFF

- my girl always has to have rose’s sloppy seconds 😭😭

- i’m so confused which universe is this

- oh he’s doing a goodbye tour

- aww donna got her wedding

- ROSEEEEE

- ohhh he’s gone back to see her one last timeeeee

- ohhh the ood

- i do not remember this being that dramatic last time

- hello matt smith

#nortism liveblogs doctor who #doctor who #dw #doctor who liveblog #doctor who series 4 #doctor who s4 #tenth doctor #10th doctor #donna noble #wilfred mott #planet of the dead #the waters of mars #the end of time #the master

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w1f1n1ghtm4r3 · 20 days

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ippiki au: minor characters edition

first things first: here look at everyone. dont mind the inconsistency of style, i took a 4 month break in the middle of these okay

and now! lore and stuff will be under the cut to not clog up everything

ill include everyones images a second time before their specific lore just to help keep track of things i hope you dont mind that. also implied vbs event spoilers (specifically for light up the fire) when you get to radder, if thats a concern at all

mizuki- deer. a runaway from an arena with lower security, met ena early into their escaped days and theyve stuck together since. their antler broke while in the arena, and they havent shed yet to grow back evenly. whether the white spots are because of their deer species or the fact that theyre still a teenager or just because of weird hybrid things is up to viewer interpretation (aka i never really settled on a specific type of deer for them). unfortunately the antlers make them pretty visibly trans and they dont really like having them, but at least most other hybrids dont seem to care too much.

ena- mountain lion. grew up in the same lab as akito, and to neither of their knowledge, they are actually related (ena was still somewhat of an older sister figure to him, along with some of the others from his group. they havent seen each other in a few years since ena got taken to an arena. to each other they might as well be dead). not the biggest fan of their current situation, but shes trying to make the best of it.

they live together currently in the undercity, living somewhat steadily off of odd jobs. its not the greatest life, and maybe one day theyd like to leave, but for two teenage girls, its the best theyre managing for now, and it certainly could be a lot worse. they both couldve never escaped their arenas and died there.

haruka- domestic shorthair cat (but often mistaken for being a russian blue... shes just a regular gray cat with blue eyes). an ex-feral (captured as a child) turned show pet with a reputation for her cool charm. while shes taken to this life with relative ease, she misses her home from far outside the city and her childhood best friend who got captured at the same time and separated from her (she cant help but fear that an is probably dead, sent to an arena for her rowdier personality. shed like to hope otherwise, but the odds are against her)... also yes, her outfit mainly looking like her asrun outfit is intentional.

minori- goat. i forgot her sideways pupils here but she has those, just like kohane and luka. a childhood friend of kohanes, raised in the same lab, but was bought as a show pet instead. no one really knows why, besides her enthusiastic personality having its strengths in the idol-like niche of show pets. admires haruka from a distance, but theyve never had a chance to properly meet. maybe one day...

nene- longhaired fold cat x canary. part of a private project attempting to create non mammalian hybrids by balancing them out with known stable hybrids, and shes one of the first semi successful ones. she might have survived to a reasonable age so far, but not without complications. shes prone to occasionally unstable health and has some speech issues, mostly caused by the bird parts of her not mixing well with everything else. the feathers are cute, but at what cost? although being kept in a very restrictive environment isnt doing her any favors either...

technically shes not even a main part of the au! shes got her own side storyline with wxs lol

kotaro- racoon. literally just some guy. from the same town as haruan, but hes just been there the whole time. probably the only character here who hasnt experienced the horrors to some extent. not actually relevant to the au besides like oh he exists he might briefly show up, but i wanted to draw him because i had design ideas

souma- domestic dog, some kind of mutt. suffered a combination of severe injuries throughout his time in an arena and during their escape, leaving him with a nasty mess of scars across his body as well as a mostly paralyzed arm and a noticeable limp. hes trying to stay positive despite that, after all theyre free! but its tough sometimes, he cant help but feel bad that hes slowing down their pace in traveling.

arata- caracal. from the same arena as souma, but escaped much more unscathed, his past injuries are nowhere near as severe. heard stories about the outside world somewhere and is now determined to find somewhere worth living out in the wasteland with souma. hes not exactly friendly to people they cross paths with, but its mostly out of caution to protect both of them.

fun fact i had to redesign soumarata partially because i just wasnt satisfied with their designs (i had made some very early on into the au) and partially because me and my friends realized souma is the taller one (hes like. slightly taller than touya? while arata is only taller than akito) and i had it the other way around before.

nagi- maned wolf. a popular face around town, and one of their most successful participants in various resource gathering missions (it isnt uncommon for hybrid towns to have members who will steal things for their towns from supply trains that go out to human towns in the wasteland and nagi was often a fan of going on those). she liked to get out and explore the wasteland! sometimes shed let an (and less often, haruka as well) tag along with her so they could see more of the world while still supervised, but that led to her own downfall. a mission went wrong, the kids got caught, and she got killed trying to save them.

taiga- tiger (how could i not go for the pun, and also canon did it first anyway). while once a common sight around town, after nagis death hes become a rare visitor, traveling more often than not, only stopping home once in a while. maybe he doesnt want to linger around the feelings left behind now that shes gone. scary and serious, but not out of bad intentions.

ken- fox (just like an). runs a somewhat popular cafe in town, comfortably settled down. he regrets not being there to protect his daughter, but theres nothing to do about it anymore. maybe one day shell come back, but for now, hes got a job to do and thats the most important thing for him to focus on.

nagi and taiga are fully aware that theyre siblings, unlike akito and ena. it was more common for their generation to be aware of this, rather than having knowledge about their origins withheld. they both were in an arena that focused on team fights, and when taigas original teammate was killed, nagi ended up with him, prompting him to help them both escape because he didnt want to let his sister get hurt more than necessary (even though shes capable of taking care of herself in a fight). they met ken (another arena escapee) during their way out of the city, and began traveling as a group of three until they found the town they all called home. their presence was an important part of making that town thrive into the place it is now, even if things for the trio have since fallen apart quite a bit. nagi is gone, taiga rarely sticks around, ken is the only one who stayed now.

meiko- bear. runs a convenience store at night in the undercity near one of the arenas (the one akikoha are in), well known around the area and uses her advantageous shop location to help new escapees get a little more set into their newly freed lives. a kind if intimidating woman, and very reliable at her jobs.

miku- striped hyena. just an average young escapee living in the undercity, although she doesnt try to blend in very well. ever since she got her hands on some hair dye shes been stubbornly sticking to the faded and grown out color, she thinks shes cool with it. friends with a couple humans who seem completely unbothered by her animal traits

luka- ibex. an escapee from the outer city workshops who decided to move to the undercity... and never really settles down anywhere. she likes to wander from place to place, experiencing the great expanse of the city from its depths. shes got her favorite places to come back to, but more than anything, shes always on the move to see something new.

kaito and the kagamines are humans (the kagamines are mikus human friends!) which is why theyre not here 👍

and thats everyone! apologies this is a monster of a post, but i hope youve enjoyed reading. and hopefully its semi coherent lol

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luimagines · 5 hours

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Hello! Don't worry I'm not requestion just asking a question that's been stuck in my head since I read your Dragon AU and enjoyed both Time and Warrior. I really have to ask: if Warrior is a fire dragon and Time seems to be some nature or forest dragon.... What about the other lu boys? What are their elements?

OOhhhhh!!!! I'm so happy you asked! I love dragon au!

Warrior is a fire dragon, yes. I like to think he can't really control his magic because of his over use of the fire rod during his adventure. :)

Time used to be a forest dragon, but with all the magic items he's dealt with in the past, he's absorbed a bit of everything, but the most of it was the Fierce Deity mask. It "purified" him a way that bleached his scales and changed the manner of his magic making him more of a dietic dragon.

Twilight would also be a forest dragon, but he would have massive scars down his back when his wings were torn away from him.

Wind would be a more serpentine sort of dragon, like dragonair from Pokémon that can control the wind. That's how he's able to still fly. :)

Hyrule is a dragon that uses pure energy. He's closer to the fairies than most and would deal out more plasma blasts in comparison. He was glass stained wings and bright orange feelers on his legs and neck that look like fur.

Wild became more of a chimera over timer after absorbing the Champion's powers but as a base he was also more serpentine like Wind. But more greenish in tint. After he manages to get his memories, the damage is done, giving him antlers, deer legs for arms, a mane and spikes on his once smooth and silky tail.

Legend is a dragon of a different sort entirely. He's a tiny pink jackalope with bat wings. His main magic was earth but during his travels it was put on the back burner and almost entirely forgotten. He can deal all sorts of magic instead because he's absorbed so much from all his items, but they're unpredictable and weak. He's a Jack of all Trades but too soft.

Good thing he's hella rich. Making him one of the top three most desirable dragons out of the group.

Four is a steel dragon with pale yellow scales that when hit by the light can reflect a multitude of colors back, like red, green, blue, purple- very nice. He's also very thin and serpentine in appearance but until Wind and Wild, he still has his four legs.

Sky is a lightning dragon with a closer resemblance to Toothless. He's earned the nickname Storm Lord as his dragonate title.

#pinky replies #pinky answers #dragon au #my top 3 favorite aus ever #i could talk about this forever #so much thought went into this #it has been my brain rot for like 3 years XD

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insomniaruler · 1 year

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3rd life support group

"I can't come, I have a meeting." Scott said as he took off his cape. the WRA looked at him like kicked puppies. "Guys, i'll be back later this is important to me." Scott said crossing his arms. "More important than us?" Sausage swooned. "yes this is a once a month meeting that I have to go to or they'll hunt me down." Scott said smirking with a shake of his head. "Who are you meeting with?" Pearl asked as she snooped through his chests. "theee... wood elves." Scott said after trailing off. "The wood elves?" Gem said, suspiciously. "Mhm, so shoo." Scott said waving his hand at them.

the Wither Rose Alliance stood outside of the great hall of Rivendell. "so are we going to follow him?" Fwhip said leaning against one of the pillars. "Obviously!" Sausage said. "yeah he's hiding something." Gem agreed. "hooray operation spy on Scott!" Pearl cheered.

five minutes later Scott left the Hall looking far different from the reserved king of Rivendell they knew. he was sporting a well worn fur-lined denim jacket covered in pins and a couple splats of paint. he was wearing dark brown linen pants, his ears were studded with tiny golden earrings, and his hair was pulled back in a half up half down style. his antlers were covered in poppies. and the weirdest thing was he was properly smiling. not his sarcastic smirk but a happy smile.

he walked into the woods and relaxed as he left his empire. soon they followed him to a clearing with a merrily cracking fire in the middle of it. but what really grabbed the WRA's attention were the two other men sat by the fire. Gem had to lunge at Fwhip and put a hand over his mouth before his overly loud gasp could be heard, because sitting by the fire was The Codfather without his codhead, in a much more civilian tunic and pants and The Mezealan king in a white undershirt and well loved leather vest, there was a very happy wolf at his feet accepting loving belly rubs. They both had no visible weapons

Pearl had to lunge at sausage before his gasp gave them away when Scott bent down and kissed the Codfather. "Hey Sunflower." "Ewwwwww." Joel said feigning gagging. "You are literally married." Scott said Flatly. Joel, the obvious height of maturity stuck his tongue out at the elf. "You are also 'Literally Married' " Joel said with intense air quotes. Jimmy just laughed. the WRA looked at each other in shock. had Scott double crossed them?

"not legally!" Jimmy argued with a wave of his finger. "blah blah you both know you're basically married in all eyes except the law. Grian and Scar sent you guys a wedding gift last month." Joel said. "that was your fault and you know it." Jimmy said. "listen all i asked Gem to do was to deliver a letter to Scar I didn't know he would tell Grian." Joel defended himself. the whole WRA looked at Gem who was not making eye contact.

"anything happening with you guys?" Jimmy asked, laying in the grass. "I miss my cabin." Joel said quietly. "I miss all my wolves. Shrub nearly caught me having a breakdown in her forest." Joel said shaking his head. "well you could ask her to camp in the forest?" Scott reasoned. "i think she knows i'm a king." Joel huffed. "it'd be weird if a king was camping in her forest." Joel muttered. the WRA sat dumbstruck, this was seemingly very personal information.

only the trio who were hiding in the bushes saw Joel sneaking up on Scott with a stick. and when he wacked the other over the head they expected their friend to blow up at the other king but he didn't just stare at Joel. before suddenly Scott lunged forward a stick also clutched in his hands.

they mock fought around the fire as The Codfather egged on his partner. "Get 'im Petal!" he cheered. "this is for our wall!" Scott crowed victoriously as he beat Joel over the head with the stick. "Well i'm sorry it couldn't hold up to light arson! it was just encouragement to build a stone wall!" Joel said holding up his hands against the on-slot. Scott began to chuckle darkly. and then quick as a whip threw the stick for the wolf. "Fear the cottagecore gay." Scott whispered.

"food's done!" Jimmy announced deftly moving the pieces of meat from the coals of the fire onto small wooden plates. "Thank you." Scott said leaning against the Codfolk and kissing him on the cheek. "Your welcome." the Codfather said leaning into the other's touch. "Give me the food Jimmy, i don't come here to watch you two be lovey dovey." Joel grouched. "If you want war you should come to our game nights we played Uno last time." Jimmy said with a chuckle. "Okay you were quite obviously cheating! you can't stack +2's!" Scott said pouting. "No." Jimmy said rolling his eyes. "No yes you can do that or yes no you admit to cheating?" Jimmy just blinked at Scott twice. The elf groaned and rolled his eyes.

as the sun passed noon Scott got to his feet. "See you tomorrow Sunflower." Scott said kissing the Codfather. "you got it Petal, good luck with building the village." Codfather said jumping to his feet. "Obviously." Scott said with a laugh. and with a swish Scott started walking back towards Rivendell. Joel and Jimmy began to clean up around the camp. They were talking too quiet for the WRA to hear but there were a few waving hands. "I am a king I can legally marry you two! you just need to bring paper work I can even bring rings! we have plenty of gold in the Mesa" Joel said. "alright fine- I was planning on proposing tomorrow night you can marry us at the next support group meeting if he says yes." Jimmy said blushing a furious red. "HA! Grian owes me 15 diamonds!" Joel yelled and punched Jimmy's shoulder. "yeah yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes. eventually the two went their separate ways and their spies popped out of the bushes.

The WRA exchanged glances before breaking out into loud conversation. Sausage was the loudest out of all of them.

"Holy bleep."

#empires smp #empires s1 #3rd life #flower husbands #shadowbeans #empires smp x 3rd life

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Congratulations on 6k followers!!

For the celebration, can I get number 2 for Bishop? I can just see him grumbling over untangling Christmas lights, but you know he’s gonna indulge his lady. I feel like that prompt could take the story in so many directions. I’m excited to see what you’ll do with it!

Yes, you can!

"Well maybe, if you actually coiled them up like I showed you and kept them neat with a couple of cable ties, this mess wouldn't happen in the first place!"

Your nostrils flare from the force of your exhale, your lips pursing as you untangle two baubles. "Well, we're not all perfect like you, Obispo."

"Woman, it's just common sense!"

"Don't," you begin, pointing at him, "ever refer to me as woman. You know I don't like it. You're not the type for misogynistic undertones, so don't start them now."

He mutters something under his breath in Spanish, scratching his stubble-thick chin. "Well then maybe just do the simple thing that means I ain't stuck with this headache every year, huh?"

You know he's right, and you knew he'd grump about it, but still, you're annoyed at his reaction. Placing the two dainty, glittering star baubles on the tree, you stomp off, giving your beloved cat Midnight a scratch on his head as you pass, the feline watching the scene between his mom and dad unfold from the safety of the couch, deciding to go and get the bathroom cleaned to a spotless sheen. At least that's one thing you can do right, and it puts a little bit of needed distance between you and your husband.

“I did what you asked and untangled the tree lights, babe. Come look.” You're just finishing wiping away the last of the cleaning paste from the taps half an hour later when you hear him call to you, putting the cleaning products back in their allotted box in the hallway cupboard before heading into the lounge. When you get there, you see the lights perfectly coiled, the bulbs glowing warm white, with Midnight sitting in the middle of the coil, a length of flex wrapped around him, wearing his little reindeer antlers, also festooned with few winds of the tree lights.

You can't help but laugh.

"Majestic house panther!" you giggle, reaching to stroke his face, Midnight meowing in an indignant 'look what he did to me!!' kind of way. "What did dad do, huh?"

Bishop shrugs, reaching for Midnight, scratching him under the chin and offering him a treat, the cat taking it before tiring of the antlers, pawing them from his head. He seems none too bothered by the lights, though. "I had to make you laugh somehow, and apologise for being a dick about them, because I was."

Looking at Midnight again, you shake your head, carefully removing the lights, kissing your husband. "You're forgiven. Now, let's get this tree finished."

#bishop losa #bishop losa fanfiction #bishop losa fanfic #bishop losa x female reader #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa x you #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic #ddd drabble requests

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Hold Me Close

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: yes - @fangirl-imagines i love u kenz 💕

Prompt: #17 Scenarios - Haunted House

TW: Mentions of blood, gore, etc. just haunted house stuff

Rating: Pg || Word Count: 1454

A/N: enjoy my loves!!!

🦋 mila

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“Ugh, do we have to Aus?” you whine, tugging on your boyfriend’s long, lanky arm. “I really don’t like these things.

“What are you worried about, babe?” Austin responds, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “You know I’ll protect you.”

He pulls you closer to him and you can’t help but smile as the scent of his cologne wafts into your nostrils. He always smells amazing, clean and musky, just the way you want him to. You fit perfectly underneath his armpit and gaze up into his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. He smiles warmly down at you.

“Yeah, I know,” you respond begrudgingly with a sigh. “Alright fine. But if you let go of my hand, I’m gonna be upset.”

“Never.”

You grip tightly onto Austin’s fingers as you walk behind him toward the big haunted house on the carnival grounds. It’s not that you’re necessarily scared of the actors dressed up in the haunted house so much as you dislike them being so close to you. You’d rather not have some random guy you don’t know get up in your grill in a bloodied pig mask. That’s not exactly your idea of a good time.

But if it gives you an excuse to cuddle up to Austin and have him protect you? You’d walk through fire for that. Austin stops abruptly before the door and glances down at you, his hands holding yours up to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to your fingers.

“You’re sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Austin, with you around? I’m never better. Let’s do this thing.”

He chuckles, a beautiful smile crossing his features and creasing the edges of his eyes. His infectious expression catches onto your face and you share a grin. He turns around to enter the haunted house and you trail him again, stepping directly behind his heels as he walks. You grip onto his fingers with one hand and his arm with the other. The cotton sleeve of his jacket is soft and you chuckle as you resist making a boyfriend material joke.

You enter the first room to see half-animal, half-human hybrids. People with horse heads and pig noses and deer antlers sewed onto their heads with bloody and gory makeup. You step closer to Austin and feel his grip tighten on your fingers. He glances over his shoulder down at you and smiles. You can barely see him in the darkness of the space but just knowing that he’s got you safe and sound makes you feel infinitely better. You heave a shaky breath and clutch onto Austin’s sleeve as you move through the room.

“See that wasn’t so bad,” Austin says as you pass through a connecting space between two of the exhibits. “You did great, baby.”

You lean your head against him, closing your eyes in relief. But your tranquility is soon broken by the shrill sound of a bloodcurdling screech. Your eyes flick open, trying to adjust to the low lighting but barely able to do so. They frantically flick around as you try to take everything in. This room is full of bandaged patients, stuck halfway through botched surgeries. Your arms curl tighter around Austin as you walk along the path and try to avoid the actors. Shockingly, you manage to make it through the section without being targeted.

But your luck runs out when you enter the clown room. You reach up with your free hand to shield your ears from the gratingly loud sound of chainsaws revving. You stumble after Austin as you cower against him, hating every single second of this. You feel Austin’s arms wrap around you as he maneuvers you in front of him. He rests his arms across your chest in an X and holds you tightly against him. Your eyes are closed and your knuckles are white as you grip hard onto his wrists. You jump a little when you feel his breath on your face.

“You okay, Y/N? You’re doing great, love. We’re almost through. I got you, babe,” he says, his deep raspy voice calming as it sounds in your ear. “I got you.”

You open your eyes, feeling the creases on your forehead as you try to remain as calm as possible. You hesitantly follow the tall man in front of you, glancing from side to side in an attempt to anticipate whether you’re about to get jump scared. Unfortunately, you’re not as perceptive as you think, because a clown manages to get within two inches of you and revs his chainsaw loudly, accompanying it with a cackling laugh. You flinch back with a scream, sliding down Austin’s arms. If Austin didn’t have such a strong grasp on you, you would have been on your ass. But his fingers dig into the skin by your sides and he pulls you back up.

“I got you, I got you,” he repeats. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m here for you. I got you.”

Your heart is beating a million miles a minute and you feel like crying. You exit the clown section and enter a longer connecting section. It feels eerily quiet here and you pause, stepping off to the side to compose yourself. Austin follows, turning to shield you from the line moving through the haunted house. You brush your hair from your face and try to breathe through your fear, your inhales shaky and uneven. Austin takes ahold of your face and tilts your gaze up to meet his. His thumbs gently stroke your cheekbones as he peers down at you.

“I love you, you know that?” he asks and you nod, sniffing back tears. “I’m always gonna love you and I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m so proud of you for doing this. You’re being so brave, love. So brave.”

You scoff and shake your head but he angles your face back up to his.

“Hey, would I lie to you? Hell no I wouldn’t. Now, listen, we’re so close to being out. One more section and I know you can handle it. Can you do it for me? Can you make it through the last section?”

You nod with a gulp and a deep breath. You want to do it. You want to make Austin proud of you. He’s right. You can handle it.

“There you go. In front or behind?”

You step in front of him, grabbing onto his arms and tying them over your chest. He chuckles and gently guides you back into line between two random groups. You take a few deep breaths and grasp onto his hands as you step into the final section. This room is modeled after an asylum, with patients chained to the walls and moaning, groaning, and screaming. You oddly feel more confident than you did before. You barely even flinch when a woman with dark long strands of spidery hair screams into your face and rakes her fingernails down her skin. Austin’s arm immediately flies up to cover your face from her. He curls you into his body, the heat from his skin creating a protective barrier around you.

By the time Austin lowers his arm, you’re already stepping back out into the light of the carnival grounds. You breathe the fresh air and sigh with relief. Austin immediately pulls you into a tight hug. You close your eyes, burying your head into his shoulder and breathing him in. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he gently sways you back and forth. You push against his shoulder to lean back and glance up at him.

“Hey, that’s my baby. I knew you could do it,” Austin says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a smile. “You barely even needed me in that last section.”

“Oh, I needed you more than you think. You’re the only reason I finished it without crying. I don’t think I could have done it without you, Aus.”

“Well good thing you’ll never have to. Cause, like I said, I’ll always be here to protect you. Whenever you need it.”

You smile, raising yourself up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles into the kiss, his hand winding around the back of your head to gently hold you against him. When you separate, he rests his forehead against yours for a quick second before he pulls back to look down at you. He winks and then glances to the left.

“Now, what do you say we go get some ice cream? I think you deserve it.”

“Yes please,” you laugh, interlacing your fingers with his as you head off toward the ice cream stand.

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Gregstophe #1

His silence turned to sobs and wails of anguish, face contorting into an ugly, twisted mess as his sorrow grew, grief tearing its way into his heart and ripping it apart. He had never felt something like this before. He didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

But, as confident and leader-esque as he was, he knew to let himself cry. He was book smart yes, but he also knew that keeping his emotions in would do him no good. He wasn’t arrogant. So, as he sat there and sobbed, clutching his dear friend close to his chest in a hug, he didn’t hear all the commotion around him, and thus, didn’t notice when Satan had gone back down to Hell.

The sky was blue.

And his friend was suddenly intaking sharp gasps of air, sputtering and coughing. He greedily took as much as he could into his previously punctured lungs.

As his eyes focused a moment later, he took in the disheveled frame of the blond beside him, tears flowing down his face, which was stuck in an expression of pure shock.

“…What is ze matter wis you?”

Gregstophe #2

Christophe puts up a wall to deal with whatever is tossed his way, except for when it comes to Gregory.

He’s never been an emotional person, usually only expressing anger or irritation, & due to this many see him as cold hearted & void of emotions altogether.

Gregory is 100% ok with physical touch, while Chris is completely against it.

Gregory still makes small efforts of contact, whether it be a quick pat on the back, a hand on the shoulder (until Christophe removes it); slowly, and I mean very slowly, do the small gestures get longer (but they never last for more than a minute, & hugs are OUT of the question).

The boys have been through a lot together & have grown close. Gregory is the only one that can touch Christophe, & this has caused Christophe to lower his walls just a tad, but only to Gregory.

It is on the day of the American-Canadian war, after Chris has been killed and brought back to life, that those walls crumble down, & it’s like a metaphorical dam has broken, leaving the floodgates to ravish the Frenchman’s body. Once Gregory finds out he’s alive, the Brit clings to him as if he’d never see him again, and it’s in this moment that the boy doesn’t recoil away from the contact, but instead stiffens, before he slowly slumps & melts into the hug, bringing his arms to rest around the other, careful & timid, as if he squeezed too hard the Brit would break like porcelain.

Dip #1

Pip knew he wasn’t supposed to be in here.

The Thorn’s had been nice enough to allow him into their home, but they forbid him from ever entering this small room in the basement.

And for good reason.

Shame he didn’t listen.

-intro-

Humans keep the antlers of the deer that they kill as a prize.

Angels keep the horns of demons.

Demons keep the wings of angels.

Pip is always welcome into the Thorn home, but there is one room that is off limits for him -the small room in the basement. In that room is racks filled with angel wings from angels slain by demons. Pip’s wings are a dusty grey, but he’s still horrified. “Are my wings more valuable? Will they be treasured because of their color and size? Am I the smallest angel they’ve killed and want my wings???” Damien assures him that no, he won’t be harmed, and that this room hasn’t been added to in centuries -Satan doesn’t like to utilize the room anymore, but the demons of Hell don’t want to get rid of it, arguing that it is a part of their history.

“Pip-“

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT FROM YOU, YOU-YOU MONSTER! HOW DARE YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO THOSE POOR PEOPLE?! THOSE ANGELS!”

He ignored how Damien flinched when he uttered that word.

“Pip, would you just-“

“NO! WERE YOU PLANNING ON DOING THAT TO ME, HUH?! WHERE YOU? JUST USING ME, GAINING MY TRUST, ONLY SO YOU COULD BETRAY ME AND ADD TO YOUR SICK TROPHY CASE LATER ON? ANSWER ME!”

“PIP! WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS?! NONE OF THIS IS MY DOING, I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!

He continued on, fangs gleaming as he shouted.

“LEAST OF ALL TO YOU! I CARE ABOUT YOU TOO DAMN MUCH! WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!” At this point, the blond began to curl his greying wings around himself, a fear instinct that made his body betray his mind, as he was furious with the demon in front of him and wanted to make himself look as big and intimidating as possible.

Dip #2

Meanwhile Pip is on his way to their house, sneaking out of the orphanage at night. He had meant to leave during the day, but the nuns showed up and the orphanage and they prayed all day.

On his walk a storm hits out of nowhere, terrifying the poor Brit. He’s already terrified of storms, and this one was right on top of him, moving in the same direction he was, agonizingly slow.

In his moments of irrational thought, he books it to the Thorn’s house, jumping each time there’s a flash of lightening (which is non-stop) and the booming thunder that follows. He’s covering his ears in desperation, while also using one hand to hold onto his beloved hat.

By the time he reaches their home he’s thoroughly soaked through, shivering, and terrified. He only prays that they’re home and that they can hear his desperate knocking.

Thankfully, Satan open the door and is rightfully surprised.

“M-mister Thorn sir? Can I come in?” Formalities forgotten in his terror.

“Phillip? Goodness, what are you doing out here? Come in, come in! Quickly!” He ushers him in and yells to Damien to grab a towel and a set of his pajamas.

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vextried · 2 months

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Here’s an au I made with my cirque du freak ocs that’s kind of its own story but yeah (all art is by me!)

let’s do this

The King’s Menagerie

Synopsis:

A corrupted king (Or if it’s still cirque du freak a king who isn’t corrupt but uh still a little questionable) offers criminals in his kingdom a choice after committing crimes: beheading or join the kings personal arrangement of jesters. The catch? You can’t leave, and you’re assigned an animal. For every mistake you make (messing up during shows, defining staff, etc) you are slowly being cursed into the animal you’re assigned. Make one too many mistakes, and you’re forever stuck in the king’s zoo as an animal.

Let’s meet our performers!

Performer Number One:

🦊🎟️Madison Moore🎟️🦊

Madison Moore, or referred to as “Fox” is a rather bold and often cunning character. She joined after a rather lengthy fight with a royal, one where she ended up covered in blood.

She has a little fox tail! It’s a fluffy blonde, like her hair. It’s a bit uncomfortable and kind of a pain but hey, it looks cool doesn’t it? She often performs songs for the king as she has one of the nicer singing voice in the group. She’s confident and charismatic, but under her surface she’s always brewing up plans for her friends.

Whether it’s to take down the king and the royals, or to just steal extra food, she always has a plan up her sleeve…

Performer Number Two:

🦁🧡Vere Hernandez🧡🦁

Vere Hernandez, “The Lion”. Don’t be scared by his gruff exterior, he’s really just a sweetheart in disguise. He’s the big brother of the group, the one always looking out for others. Despite how scary he seems, he will do anything for those he loves. He joined after going against orders and protecting the village people of an enemy kingdom.

He has a lion tail, and later in the story fluffy ears, claws, and the eyes to match the fierce animal he’s supposed to be based off of. It doesn’t bother him too much, not for now at least. He likes to dance for the most part or act, putting on a bravado in front of guests.

There’s never anything he wouldn’t do for his friends, even taking hits and blows for those he loves…

Performer Three

🦌🌼Amy Young 🌼🦌

Amy Young, our absolutely innocent and adorable “Doe”. She’s the second oldest and one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Unfortunately, kindness is not enough to get you out of punishment. She joined after getting caught stealing food for her family.

She’s the most cursed out of everyone in the group! Due to the amount of mistakes she makes, she’s very close to being completely cursed. She has deer legs, big ol’ ears, antlers, and a cute tail! With everything happening to her she’s extremely anxious and scared to do a single thing wrong. Most of what she does is dancing, and even that’s pretty simple.

If there’s one thing she is good at, it’s dealing with the chaos of performing. Amy’s always able to calm the others down when things get rough!

Performer Four

🐇🧩Adeline O’Conner🧩🐇

Our main character! Most of this AU is focused on her specifically. Adeline’s the youngest and most recent member of the group! She’s sassy and sarcastic, but deep down she’s confused about all of this. Being known as “Bunny” is annoying to her, and whenever she’s referred to as such she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. After the failed assassination of a prince, she joined, too scared to die.

She has a bunny tail! It was doomed to happen eventually, being the newest member and all, but was still a shock to her. She hates the constant singing and dancing but goes along with it all to avoid the risk of becoming like Amy (sorry girl).

Already coming up with ways to get out, she’s a clever girl. Being the youngest and most underestimated does have its perks. They’ll learn soon enough she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Performer Five

🐍🌀Vex Eden🌀🐍

Ah yes, because every court needs their snake. Despite the nickname he has, “Snake” is not much of a snake at all. Vex is mischievous and silly, sure, but quite the opposite of what people think when they hear his name. He’s not deceitful, at least to those he cares about. He was the second most recent member to arrive before Adeline after getting caught in a rather compromising position with an enemy knight.

He has a snake tail, and scales on various parts of his body! He’s kinda like Evra but not fully snake just yet. He’s the one who mostly shows Adeline the ropes around the court. He loves to do everything, singing and dancing.

Vex may be keen on playing pranks on the members of the court, but it’s all in good fun. After all, he doesn’t want to be the next sucker stuck in the zoo now, does he…

And last but not least

Performer Six

🦇🌂Antione Durand🌂🦇

The oldest member of the group! Antione, known as “Bat” is a member who’s quite interesting. He knows all the tricks, all the spells. He’s seen people be cursed, people he knows seem to disappear like nothing. While it hurts, it’s made him wise about everything there is to the court and the king. He joined the circus many years ago after a fight with the king himself.

He has wings growing! They’re quite small, but they’re there. There’s also fangs and claws and dark black eyes that make him creepier than he really is. Or so they say. He’s quite the thespian, not much good at singing or dancing.

Antione is simply thriving out of spite. He wants the king to be annoyed, to be pissed. While he likes being a pain in the ass, he tries to take the brunt of the kings anger, and tries to make sure his friends don’t get themselves cursed like the rest of the people he knows

Conclusion

So I might make more posts about these guys. It may be art, writing, or lore. The story will go back and forth between AU and Original story, some characters in cirque du freak do have roles in this story! (Mainly the princes and Desmond but some others are there as well). If you have any questions feel free to ask. You can also make your ocs into jesters as well, would love to see it!

My next post will go into the canon characters and the roles they have, so stay tuned!

#darren shan #cirque du freak #cirque du freak AU #AU #the king’s menagerie #the the king’s menagerie AU

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