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thegnomelord · 2 days

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Okay fuck after reading @killerkillerkillher 's fic with demon Soap and Price, and angel Ghost and Gaz, it got my own brain worms multiplying (as if I don't have enough going on lol) so here's the au draft that's been rotting for a while lol.

So here's an idea for an au:

Reader is part of a small group of friends that are Ghost hunters/DIY exorcists (read: They're all drop out college students and the ghost hunting youtube channel's putting food on the table). Reader doesn't believe in the supernatural but the friends keep reader around because you're the group's 'ghost deterrent' because spirits GTFO when reader's near and reader thinks the friends are just bullshitting you.

Anyway the group are moving to a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere where an old haunted house the reader's grandmother left is. Then their pos car breaks down an hour away from town. 'Luckily' the town's mechanic, Johnny, was just driving by and helps you lot out. And ain't he a handsome devil (emphasis on devil) thinking he can con a couple of young and dumb humans out of their souls. Soap's all hooded eyes and husky voice as he lures you away like a lamb to a supply closet, oil darkened hands sliding under your shirt and lips sucking dark hickeys into your throat.

He pulls away when you tug on his mohawk, raising his head until his lips are just inches from your own and you don't even notice him mutter a verbal contract, nor do you understand you've agreed to one when his lips crash on yours like he's drowning.

And Johnny's grinning into the kiss like a loon as he tries to take the soul of the stupid but hot mortal he's just met only to find out he... he can't. No matter how consuming his kisses are or how aroused both of you get your soul sits stubbornly in your chest and doesn't even budge.

When your friend bangs on the door and yells for you to "stop shagging every guy you meet!" you're forced to give an awkward goodbye and scurry away. And Soap's left completely bewildered and confused as fuck wondering what just happened and thinks he needs to tell Price.

Meanwhile, while your car's being fixed up, your friends drag you to the town's only pub that's run by a Simon Riley. He's an intimidating man without trying to be, but he doesn't immediately chase you out like some bar owners. He's quiet, listening to your friends chatter while cleaning a glass rough scarred hands, but the way he looks at you is... odd. Like you're an interesting bauble he's found on his gran's shelf.

He's there to catch you when you trip on a raised floorboard you swear wasn't there before. "Thanks, I owe you one." You say with a small awkward laugh, though for some reason it feels like him catching you had been an excuse to touch you.

"That so?" His thumb traces the dark hickeys across your throat, surprisingly soft, and you can feel your cheeks getting hot. "You let Johnny have fun with you?" His chuckle is rich like aged wine, fingers gently pressing down on a hickey; it feels possessive. "You'd let any old thing like me take from you, yeah?" There's something in his words that has a shiver running down your spine, though from apprehension or arousal you're not sure.

"Ye- eh, yeah." You don't know which question you're agreeing with, and you understand the weight of your words, quickly walking away from him before your friends can embarrass you by wolf whistling at you and him. And you completely forget to ask on how he knows it was the mechanic who gave you the hickeys.

With still some time to burn before sun sets you decide to visit the radio station in town, mainly because your friend swears on his life that those are always haunted or have some decrepit old host that knows all the gossip in town. And when you meet the man you had heard softly yet confidently talking on the radio? He's handsome, pretty brown eyes as enticing as his voice, and you're starting to sense a theme with you meeting all these very nice looking men.

But Kyle, or Gaz as he asks you to call him, is a wealth of knowledge to the point you're not sure where the gossip stops and some crumb of truth begins. He talks all the way into the night with you and your gang of amateur ghost hunters, and you see why he is the radio host because his voice is like the song of angels, silk soft on your ears and you feel like you could fall into the best sleep of your life from listening to him.

And all he wants from you in return for his knowledge? "Nothing much mate, just a small favor, I'm sure you'll manage." Kyle leans in and pecks your lips like he's sealing a promise, or a bargain, but that's just you being stupid after getting kissed by the second hot guy today, surely. Gaz already knows he can't just nab your soul, he has ears in every wall in this town, but at least he can put his own claim on you.

Day, for the most part, well spent you and your friends go to the house for a good night's rest. It isn't any good as you're woken up numerous times and by morning you have several broken vases and an exploded lightbulb — everything you explain away as the house being old as fuck, but your friends claim it to be the work of spirits — your friends drag you to the church on the hill at the asscrack of dawn.

And that's how you meet Father Johnathan Price. (Insert devil in church joke here)

He listens to your friends explain the situation, calm and collected, but you swear his eyes stay on you the entire time. "That's quite a predicament." Price hums, offering to bless you and your friends in hopes of protecting you from evil spirits.

You're the last to go, nearly jumping out of your skin when he grips your chin. "Relax my boy." Those words frazzle your brain enough for him to easily pull on your jaw until your mouth opens, his thumb almost playing with your bottom lip. The look in his eyes is dark, the air between you far heavier than it should be between you and a bloody priest. But Price doesn't see anything wrong with this, pressing a thumb down on your tongue and then putting a wafer on your tongue. "There you go, you are now blessed in the name of a lord. Now consume it, my boy."

You obey automatically. You're not quite sure if a communion wafer is supposed to taste so... weird, it has a coppery and peppery taste to it. Almost like spicy blood or something but that's just you being stupid again, especially as you can feel heat burning between your legs.

Sufficiently embarrassed about getting hard at a priest you give an awkward goodbye and leave, trying to fix your pants before your friends see your... problem.

Johnny appears by Price's side in a small flicker of flames and brimstone when you leave, confident smirk on his face. "Ooh, couldn't resist claiming a piece of him fer yourself?" He smirks, nudging Price on his side.

"I suppose he is more interesting than the usual rabble." Price hums, already imagining of how handsome you'd look laying naked on the altar, and how to get you to that point.

Congrats! Now you've got 4 hot dudes trying to take your soul :D

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 2 days

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I'm in love with the idea that Adam loves animals.

Adam and Angel are just sitting on the couch in the lobby, and Angel starts asking him about Eden and Lucifer is eavesdropping.

"You mean besides having to do shit all? Eden was great , cozy, and always smelled nice." Adam said as he pictured the garden in his mind. He could never forget it.

"You named all the animals right? Did you have a favorite?"

Adam thought about it, that was kind of a loaded question, he loved all the animals in the garden. "Shit, I don't know man. They were all pretty fucking great. Though if I had to pick....." One did come to mind and he flushed. "Nah, nevermind."

Angel sat up more and even Lucifer was intrigued. He didn't even know the answer to this. "Oh come on, now you gotta tell me. I'll be your best friend!"

"You are my best friend."

"I'll be bester?"

Adam sighed. "Fine, but you gotta promise not to fucking laugh."

"I swear!" Angel beamed.

"The little yellow pond ducks. They were one of the first in the garden and so damn cute. Then they had babies! They were so small and fluffy. I remember they all came over to me and claimed all over me. It tickled." Adam smiled fondly at the memory, that had been a wonderful day.

Lucifer remembered that day, that was also the day he fell in love with two things. Adam and ducks. Adam had been so happy and was so carefree, it looked like he belonged there in that moment.

"I remember when Luci-" Adam clamped his mouth shut.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Okay, now it got embarrassing. "Lucifer came over and we started playing with the ducks together. He scooped one up and placed it on my head. The little fucker took a shit."

Angel howled with laughter holding his stomach. "Oh my fucking god, you had duck shit in your hair!?"

Adam scowled and playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, try washing your fucking hair before shampoo was invented asshole. Not fun. Lucifer actually had to help get it all out."

Lucifer cringed at the memory. Yes he had to get that out of Adams hair, not a fun time.

"Do you still like yellow ducks?" Angel asked.

"I do. They had them up in heaven and I fed them by the center fountain. There are no yellow ducks in Hell." Adam said, his voice taking on a sad edge. You never realize how much the little things mean until they're gone. "I'm gonna hit it. See you tomorrow?"

"Night man." Angel and Adam fist bumped and Adam walked out of the room down the hall to his.

Adam sat down on his bed and almost missed the little box in his night stand. He opened it with caution but was stunned when he saw what was inside.

A little rubber yellow duck that looked like him, hair, horns and all.

He smiled at the little duck and placed it beside his alarm clock. "Thanks Luci."

Outside his door, Lucifer listened and walked away knowing his gift made his sinner happy. "You're welcome, my Adam."

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 2 days

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Expanding on my previous post, I think having to take care of child of the enemy would be such a wonderful deconstruction of Leviathan's character.

Leviathan's main motivation for everything he does is to protect the future of Hell, to protect the children and avange the ones that were lost in the experiments. He eliminates anything that might be dangerous for Hell because if there's even a 1% chance of someone suffering he would blame himself for it. He wants to go find the seed of the fruir of knowledge even though he knows it's a dangerous journey, just because it might save his subjects.

Also, Leviathan (as far as we know) has the most personal reason to hate angels. He's seen them at their cruelest and they've always been a traumatic force in his life. While the other kings got to have more peaceful childhoods (again, we don't know if they were abused, I'm just going off what we know) Leviathan never had that priveledge. Even before the war he was abused by them, and now, in his adulthood, he still can't move on because he sees his subjects being killed and tortured by the same people that abused him.

I think that out of all the characters, Leviathan would be the most... interesting father. Don't get me wrong, he won't be bad, but the sort of abuse that Leviathan had to go through changes you in ways you might never expect. He loves kids, the main reason he fights this war is to make sure the children in Hell get a childhood that isn't characterised primarly by war and death. But if he had to deal with a child 1 on 1 for long stretches of time...

He'll probably be extremely overprotective of them, going by the same rule of 1% change of danger = death. The way most parenting works, especially from people that were abused in their childhoods, is that of trying to protect the child from the trauma they experienced. I doupt Leviathan would even let angels look at his kid, or anyone that he percieves as dangerous for that matter.

We also see in the Orias event that Leviathan can be very nice to the people he likes, and I think that it would be the same for his kid. It would be something like

Leviathan strangling MC: I need to kill you, MC, for your life is bringing certain doom amoungst my people

Levi's kid: Dad, can you help me with my algebra?

Leviathan dropping MC to the ground: Yes, sweetheart, what is it? Do you want us to repeat your multiplications table?

Tl;dr of this post is - stop saying Leviathan would be a shit dad. He'll be overprotective of his kid, but he'll never in a million years hurt a child

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #I can't believe that my first character analysis is on one of my least favorite characters #and one of my least favorite tropes #let's just throw a kid into the mix #I just think that childhood is the most important thing to Levi's character #lamenting that he never had a childhood #hating the people that took away his childhood #and doing everything in his power to protect other people's childhoods from being like his #if only mc was an actual character in the game and I could enjoy the main story

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 1 day

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I've made. S o m a n y. Attempts at analyzing Vox's relationship with the fuckin Angel & Val bullshit. So many. But they always come out sounding like fucking word salad. So instead, I'm going to try making a bulleted list of all the different pieces of evidence I've gathered, and then simply not draw a conclusion because I don't fUCKING KNOW-

Vox does not like Angel

Vox seemed excited at the prospect of Angel quitting(despite knowing he physically can't?)

Like his eyes *literally* lit up he was so excited(the same way Velvette's did when she was yelling about wrist ruffles & Carmilla's did during Whatever It Takes)

Saying "Angel quit?" could've been him joking, but between his expression, tone of voice, and the context surrounding the line, I don't think that's the case?

That line is weird as fuck man...

There are two reasons Vox doesn't like Angel: Val constantly freaking the fuck out over minor Angel-related things & he's probably jelous of how much space Angel takes up in Val's brain

Vox does not seem to care for Angel's well being, probably viewing him as nothing more then a cash cow

I say "seem" and "probably" because it IS significantly more likely that Vox doesn't give a shit, but we haven't seen Angel & Vox interacting one on one yet, so there's still a chance I could be wrong and Vox does care in some capacity? Again significantly more likely he doesn't I'm just trying to cover all my bases here

Which speaking of- we don't know how Angel feels about Vox at all? Like aside from Vox's cameo in Poison(Angel's pseudo-dream sequence), we don't actually get Angel's perspective on Vox. Ever.

Like I'd assume Angel doesn't LIKE him just by virtue of his relationship with Val but there's no real way to tell?

Vox(seemingly) hasn't done anything to deal with Val's weird issues with Angel

He probably can't get rid of Angel entirely because of the loss in profits

But he also hasn't attempted to limit Angel's ability to leave the studio or anything, and he hasn't done anything to Val that might discourage his irrational behavior

He's actually pretty hands off when it comes to all of the other Vees' shit just like. In general. The only time we see him interfering is when Val is destroying Velvette's stuff

Vox doesn't seem to give a shit that Angel moved out of the studio

Like he isn't even happy about it just true neutrality-

He only STARTS caring when Val starts threatening to shoot up a building about it(read: when his image is now on the line)

The look Vox gives Angel in Poison just kind of proves he. Doesn't like Angel. And is kissing(but appearently not dating???) Valentino.

The fact that the blood drips, which are usually on the left side of his mouth, are coming off of the right instead during this scene FEELS important but that's another topic entirely so I won't go into it here

Also, as stated before, Poison is a pseudo-dream sequence, so this scene might be less about how Vox views Angel and more about how Angel views Vox

But if that's the case, I cannot for the life of me decipher what the fuck Angel feels about Vox from this one shot so it's pretty much useless for now 💀💀💀

Alright that's it. I tried my best to be impartial and just write down what we know about the characters while also pointing out any gaps in information we might have, but if you think I'm being too generous or too harsh with any of these bullets and feel the need to tell me, PLEASE be nice about it and also use tone indicators. I don't wanna sound like a whiney baby or whatever the fuck but I genuinely cannot handle feeling like a stranger is yelling at me rn and tone indicators help me a LOT in that department.

#this is still fucking nonsense but this topic appearently destroys my brain cells so like #this is probably the closest I'll be able to get to successfully putting my thoughts on the subject down #I hate it here I hATE IT HERE #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #gal overanalyzes random shit

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acatnamedkitten · 3 days

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Too Many Beds-RadioHusk

Drabble(700w)-Reverse trope writing prompts

They took shelter in a mattress store. This year's extermination had come earlier in the day than normal and caught the pair out and about.

Because, of course, Alastor had waited until the last fucking second to decide he needed a new cable for his transmitting board.

"Of course, it can't wait, Husker. What if the shop is destroyed? What if the owners are killed? What if those lousy picture boxes start reporting the damages before I do?"

And Satan forbid he go by himself.

Husk sighed and flopped down on a mattress. The owners must have gone out of town for the extermination, but at least they'd boarded up the shop beforehand.

With the lights off and the incredibly soft bed, Husk figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. It wasn't like Alastor could get them out of there.

Using his magic now would only alert the Angels to their presence. So, Alastor laid down a few mattresses away, meditating to lower his magical expenditure.

🎙️🪽🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🪽🎙️

At some point, there was an almighty crash just outside the shop. Husk startled awake, just barely managing to stifle his yowl of alarm.

With his heart trying to beat out of his chest, Husk sat frozen, waiting for something else to happen. But nothing ever did. There wasn't even the sound of fighting out on the street.

Sighing, Husk got up in search of a bathroom. By the time he'd stumbled back to the sales floor, he was already half asleep again. Eyes closed, he shuffled over to where he'd been laying. Not really caring if it was the same bed or not, Husk flopped down and promptly fell back asleep.

🎙️🪽🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🪽🎙️

"Husker"

"~Husker~"

Husk grumbled. Laying on his stomach, wings spread, he wrapped his arms further underneath his pillow and nuzzled into it. He was too cozy for whatever it was Alastor wanted.

"Husker, wake ~uuup~"

Husk flexed and shifted, gripping his pillow tighter, lest Alastor pull it away like he so often did. "No."

Even with his face all but hidden, Alastor still managed to boop his nose. "Yes!"

"Don't wanna," He mumbled, turning his face the other way.

His bed was so soft, and his wings felt so nice all spread out, and he was all warm and cozy, and his pillow smelled so good. It was like coffee and rain and old pennies and...

Husk froze.

Alastor.

His pillow smelled like Alastor.

Alastor was laying on the bed with him, one leg on either side of Husk's torso.

He had his head on Alastor's stomach; his arms were around Alastor's waist.

He was using Alastor as a pillow.

HOW???

He'd been a few mattresses away when... he'd...

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands found his ears. Husk, taunt as a bow string and ready to fly, flinched at the initial contact.

But Alastor didn't pull his ears. Or flick them. Or pinch them. Or any of the other things he usually did to piss Husk off.

No. This time... This time his clawed fingertips were gentle. They scratched around the base of his ears, trailing back and forth.

"Now, now. No need to get all riled up. You were just having a dream is all, and I know how much you hate those."

Alastor trailed scritches down between Husk's eyes, then up and over to the base of his skull. Despite how tense he was, Husk couldn't help but melt under the gentle ministrations.

Before he could think about it, Husk found himself letting out a content sigh and leaning into Alastor's touch.

Objectively, Husk knew that Alastor was capable of softness and affection. He saw the demon interact with Rosie and Niffty, after all. But never before had Husk been on the receiving end of Alastor's gentler touches.

"That's it. Just relax."

With the sense of imminent danger gone, Husk's fatigue came back in full force.

Fuck it. He thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? At least he isn't biting my head off for laying on him.

If Alastor randomly waking him up—claiming Husk was dreaming—was payback for falling asleep on the guy, Husk could live with that. He did make a really good pillow, after all.

But Husk didn't dream. He hadn't dreamed since before the war; he only ever had—

...Had...

...Had Alastor woken him up from a nightmare?

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witsserviceablesubstitute · 1 day

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911 has been on my dash lately and it's what I needed, I'm glad I started watching. Someone close to me is dying and the show has been oddly healing.

911 is definitely a soap opera, and the occasional Christian sentiments and acts of god probably hit better with Americans than with me, but it's a show with touching ruminations about life, death, healing, tragedy, love, family, and what it means to be an individual and part of a community. What we owe each other, and what we don't.

I'm in season 3 now and I'm pleasantly surprised by how queer friendly the narratives are. Henrietta has an amazing presence on the show, so too does Buck. (Some of the writers worked on Buffy and Angel and I do think it explains the character driven arcs, easy queerness, and quirky humour). I love all the main characters. How could I not? So much time has been spent filling them in and much of the Drama is used to say something greater about how to move through the Belly of the Whale rather than existing gratuitously to cause rifts between the characters. It's just... nice.... and a rare choice for a show.

The Queerness comes with a caveat, however, US shows are a bit predictable in how they write queer characters. Hen can be one of the mains but her wife can't. Michael and Josh can exist on screen as long as they are side characters and only mention their love lives once a season. Buck can have an incredibly homoerotic relationship with his best friend (Buck: best friend and codependent co-parent) but can only voice his sexuality in later seasons (even if he's very bisexual now and I'm only on season 3). Buck is a beautiful young manly man you see, we mustn't alienate the young men whose demographic he's supposed to represent (sorry for the cynicism).

Really though, 911's relationship writing is top notch except for when it comes to Buck or Eddie's love interests. With the exception of Buck and Maddie, their characters' best relationships are either with each other or with Christopher and I can see why Buddie is such a popular ship. It's more obvious, too, when the romantic storylines are as good as they are for the other characters (and I'm hard to please). It's like the writing is super thoughtful about why a romantic relationship works for everyone else but keeps forcing it with Eddie and Buck because they want the pretty young men to be with the pretty young women. Buck's best love interest was Abby because they were trying to explore why it worked even though it was obvious it eventually wouldn't, that was in season 1 and I don't see it getting better. Look, all I'm going to say is that multiple partners only work when all parties know they're in a romantic relationship. That way you can be honest and mindful about how committed you are. Maybe that's why their relationships don't work now. Buck and Eddie don't realise they're dating each other.

Anyway, thank you Tumblr for bringing this show to me at this time in my life. Also, if you're interested, my otp is Maddie and Chimney. Don't tell me if they don't work out or you'll make me cry.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #henrietta wilson #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #maddie buckley #buddie #karen wilson #christopher diaz #madney

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inuhalfdemon · 3 days

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No One Can Know... (3/?)

Word Count: 1,186 Words

Rating: Explicit (Violence/Gore)

Chapter 3

"I can be your heavenly or I can be your hell

I can say a prayer for you or I can cast a spell

I push you to the darkness just to pull you to the light

'Cause I can take away your breath or I can bring you back to life..."

- In This Moment

Directly following the events of Lucifer’s visit: Alastor smoothly shifted from the shadows, materializing himself into the midst of his radio station that was attached to the hotel. He glared at Lucifer, the fallen angel languidly stretched out fully and comfortably in his chair beside the radio control panel; a large shit-eating grin across his face.

"What are you doing here?" Alastor asked him, lowly.

"Charlie invited me." Lucifer's grin actually widened.

"I'm well aware." Alastor bit back. "I mean what are you doing here? Now? Don't you have a meeting to arrange?"

"It's already done." Lucifer shrugged. "Lilith has it all taken care of. I'm here to check-in; suck your dick if you’d like. You seem a little...tense."

"I decline. Now get out."

"You're sure?" Lucifer asked him, laughing. "It wouldn't take long and I assure you, I'm quite good."

Alastor bristled.

Normally, he wouldn't let the man get so under his skin... However, these past couple of days, Alastor had been feeling the beginnings of an impending rut. He was refusing to admit that little bit of honesty to himself, though, let alone Lucifer. There was still too much to do yet; the extermination was merely a couple months away....he didn't have time for such nonsense.

"You seem like you could really use it, too." Lucifer was digging in. "Aren't you supposed to be protecting this place? I thought the radio demon avoided all that kind of riff-raff."

"I took care of it."

"Hm, yes. I saw. A very intimidating display. You know, had you been better at addressing Charlie's needs here, I never would have gotten to see it."

"I haven't heard any complaints from…my Queen." Alastor told him.

"Nor would you..." Lucifer sighed; getting up from the chair now and walking over to where Alastor stood. "She seems rather fond of her new...pet."

Alastor fought to maintain his composure at this; the remark effectively agitating an already struck nerve. Lucifer smirked at this; enjoying the effect his little planned comment had made. He hadn’t missed the little discussion Alastor had had with the bartender; just one of the unfortunate souls Alastor still had bound by his chain.

Lucifer stopped; standing very close to Alastor now.

"Last chance. We could whip this out right now and you can go enjoy yourself a nice cigarette." Lucifer leaned in, his eyes darting to Alastor's crotch then back again; his eyebrows bouncing in a overly dramatic and suggestive way.

"Must you act like that?" Alastor hissed.

"Like what?"

"A child?" Alastor glared.

"How should I act, to you, Alastor? Is it so important to you that I display myself in frightening and intimidating ways so that others may respect and fear me every moment they are within my presence? I am well aware of the power that I command; I don't have to be concerned with what others believe or may think...that would possibly suggest a significant level of...insecurity."

Alastor growled; his eyes glowing a soft red.

"Well, that turned you on." Lucifer quipped.

"You know," Alastor's eyes flared redder. "I almost want to let you..." Alastor reached out, clawed fingers curled - he set his hand beneath the King's chin, leaning in.

Alastor's shadow slipped from him; sliding along a darkened corner and rising slowly behind Lucifer.

"If only to watch you choke on my cock; jammed deep into your throat as I utterly wreck that pretty face of yours."

Alastor's shadow pressed in closer, clawed hands reaching...

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?" Lucifer blurted, rather cockily.

Alastor's eyes narrowed. "You'd be beautiful...gasping and choking beneath me...wondering at just how a fallen angel ever could manage to sink so low..."

"Uh, huh." Lucifer had had enough.

Alastor's shadow darted for him but before it could touch the angel it was struck sharply by the end of a brightly glowing and golden chain. Hissing and spitting, Alastor's shadow fled. Alastor barely had time to flinch before Lucifer turned the chain on him; sending it to tighten around his neck and hoisting him sharply upwards so that he was kicking and strangling in its grip. Moving; the chain drug him backwards, slamming him painfully into a wall and holding him fast.

“Your pillow talk really needs some work.” Lucifer told him, darkly as he approached him.

Alastor still struggling; choked against the chain. Reaching out, Lucifer clenched Alastor’s side with sharpened talons; claws sinking into his hip and holding him firmly in place against the wall. Gasping; all the remaining air left Alastor’s lungs and his struggles drastically lessened.

“Now.” Lucifer flicked a sharpened claw; tracing it over Alastor’s fine pin-striped suit – sharply cutting into it and the soft cavity of Alastor’s abdomen – just below the sternum. “Let’s discuss this rather poor attitude of yours.”

Pulling the claw down; Lucifer gutted the radio demon like a fish. Alastor gave a garbled cry; writhing against the chain and against the wall – his blood and guts spilling into Lucifer’s outstretched hands.

Twisting the writhing intestines between his fingers; Lucifer stared up at the look of pure look of manic horror that was Alastor’s face. The sinner was still smiling but his ears where laid flat to his head in complete and desperate submission; his eyes wide and panicked; his body flaying less and less…

“I don’t care what you think of me, Alastor.” Lucifer said, softly. “You walk a rather treacherous path, my friend. Never let your detestation – no matter how great - cloud your perceptions of someone… You may think little of me but that does not change the amount of power I have at my command.” He gripped the moving intestines tightly in his hands and Alastor shrieked; foaming at the mouth.

“Lilith requires your services, you bastard.” Lucifer continued. “I cannot take that from her; but I can put you in your place.”

Alastor’s body had stopped it’s flaying - going limp now; his consciousness quickly fading.

Sighing; Lucifer released him. The intestines pulled from his hands; curling themselves back into Alastor’s cavity – his abdomen and suit zipping themselves neatly closed as if Lucifer had merely pulled down on a zipper. The golden chain came loose; dropping Alastor unceremoniously onto the ground.

Alastor fell forward; his body violently shaking as he heaved in great gulps of air and tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

Rolling his eyes; Lucifer turned and walked away – throwing up a swirling golden portal with a wave of the hand.

“Per our deal, I leave you to it. Call on me when or if you require it.” Lucifer told him.

Alastor shakily rose himself from the ground so that he was knelt before Lucifer on his knees – still clutching for air and ears pulled back; staring crazily at the King. Lucifer’s eyes shifted to the seam of his pants. Raising an eyebrow just before he stepped away and into the portal he said; “You’ll have to take care of that one yourself.” – referring to the very distinct tent that jutted from the layer of fabric between Alastor’s legs – leaving the radio demon alone: feeling rather whipped and humiliated.

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zoeythegoodgirl · 2 days

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First Time

You've just come home from a long day at the mall. Your arms are heavy from all the bags you carried inside. "Babe, it's like you're trying to replace my entire wardrobe," you call out to your girlfriend. She emerges from further inside the apartment, having set down her purse and a few bags in the bedroom. "A new wardrobe for a new girl," she replies, giggling as she kisses you on the cheek.

You only just came out to her the other day, and she took it upon herself to get you new shoes, dresses, and other feminine attire. "You're wearing this on our next date," she said when you tried on a particularly nice, flowing purple dress. You wonder when that could possibly be; this trip cost a fortune.

She helps you carry the rest of the bags into the bedroom. You can't help but think to yourself, "Where the hell are putting all of this?" But sure enough, space is found for everything until the last item needs to be put away. You notice that it's the purple dress from earlier. "Come on, babe," she says, holding it out to you. "Let's go on that date I promised you." In spite of your protests, she insists that the date happen. "Let me take care of the money. You deserve to have a wonderful time as a girl. I'm going to give it to you."

She helps you get the dress on, with matching shoes and accessories. She does your makeup and hair, something simple but elegant. You look in the mirror and almost cry. How could she do this so quickly, but so well? You almost don't recognize the reflection after decades of staring at a man's face in it. "Come. We're gonna have a great time."

You pause at the door of the apartment, nervous. "Babe," you say meekly, "I don't know if I'm ready for this yet." She steps back into the apartment and shuts the door behind her. Holding your face in her hands, she forces you to look her in the eye. "Hey," she says, "that's okay. We don't have to. We'll have a home date tonight, and we can try this another time. Here, let me order something and we can watch a movie."

You don't even notice what movie it is you're watching. You're overcome with warmth and love for your partner. What have you done to have someone love you unconditionally like this? You lean into her and cuddle up closer. By the time the movie is over, you're so relaxed that you almost fall asleep. Chuckling, your partner leads you back to the bedroom. "Babe, I've never seen you like this before. You looked so beautiful and calm, like a little angel."

You hope the makeup can hide your blushing, but it's obvious even in the low lighting. She giggles and kisses you on the cheek. You lay down, expecting her to lay next to you. You blush even harder when you feel her weight on top of you. She's straddling you, looking down on you with an odd look on her eye. It takes you a few seconds to figure out that it's lust, and you shiver in nervous excitement.

Her lips meet your neck, and your back arches involuntarily. A moan escapes your lips, and your fingers grasp at her hair. She's biting, sucking, and kissing at your neck, leaving little bruises on your skin. Suddenly, she sits up and holds herself up by her hands on your chest. Her lipstick is smudged and messy. "Wait," she says, "this is your first time as a girl, isn't it?" You nod your head, unable to speak.

Her lips come down to meet yours, pushing them open so her tongue can tangle itself with yours. You moan into her mouth, and you feel her hips bucking over yours. The straps of your dress slip down, and her mouth travels down to kiss your exposed chest. Hungrily, she bites at your chest. Your back arches even higher.

Somehow, you didn't notice that her dress is on the floor. She removes yours and tosses it to join hers. She presses her body into yours. The feel of her breasts on your chest makes you long for when you can have your own. Her hips are still rolling, and you feel a growing wet spot on your panties. Suddenly, she stops, making you whine from the lost friction.

"How should we do this?" Even when overcome with lust, she asks how it can be comfortable for you. You fall a little more in love with her and tell her you still want to be inside her. She pushes you down onto the bed and takes your panties off. She takes your balls into her mouth and strokes your hard cock, her desire for you taking over. Before too much longer, she's back on top of you, taking your cock inside her. It's never been so easy to slip inside.

She throws her arms around you, and her lips rush forward to meet yours again. Her hands in your hair undo the styling she worked so hard on earlier, but you don't even notice. All you can feel is her body on yours, and all you can hear is her moaning your name. Your chosen name.

Faster than you ever have before, you reach the edge of orgasm, and your cock throbs as you fall over. Your cum pours out of you and into her, more than you thought possible. You feel her clench around you, pulling your cum deeper inside. You fall limply against the mattress, and she presses her hands into your shoulders, squeezing them in a soft massage.

"You were such a good girl for me," she coos. She whispers your name, alternating that with parts of you she loves. She helps you into the bath, climbing in first so you can lay against her. When it's time for bed, you help her change the sheets and fall asleep snuggled up warmly against her, thinking of nothing but how quickly she accepted you and how loved she makes you feel.

The next night, you walk confidently out the door for your date.

#zoey needs

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camellcat · 6 months

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girl in the fireplace is so funny to me. just seeing different people's reactions (and mine) to it. like, here's how I break it down:

if you love rose tyler and timepetals but maybe not as crazy for the doctor himself, this is the worst episode ever EVA!!!!! like hell on EARTH WHYYYY OH MY GOD ROSEEE MY GIRL I'M SO SORRY YOU'RE BEING TREATED LIKE THIS!!!!! DOCTOR go save ur girl goddamn don't just leave her so uncertain and feeling betrayed like that!!!! and don't PROUDLY KISS OTHER WOMEN 😰😰😰!!!!!

if you're a bigger doctor lover but still enjoy rose and maybe timepetals but eh it's whatever, this episode is very interesting and a fun exploration of the doctor, if a bit sad to see rose almost sidelined like that. ultimately one you quite enjoy

if you just care about the doctor and not rose or timepetals, this episode is the SHIT OH it's so good it's SO good oh my god yes please dive more into the doctor's fucked up psyche and life grahhHH!!!! ough. this man is FUCKED UP!! YEAHHHH!!!

#first one if my opinion if you couldn't tell lol #I watched it once. hated it. never went back even on rewatches #can't stand the whole “lonely god/angel” narrative #you can imagine I'm not having the best time with the moffat era rn fvnjfdndf #(tho I did enjoy the doctor seeing he's got people on his side during the s6 finale. nice once moffat that was sweet)#also ik she kissed him it just. rose was already struggling with ep3 this was NOT helping #girl was going through the wringer with this one #also not a fan of the maybe maybe not ?? romance that was going on between reinette and the doctor??#you could argue either side tbh and that I don't like either #just sayin btw it was very uncomfortable to watch reinette go into his brain like that uninvited. did not like that at alll ohh not at all #ALSO I know he HAD to do something bc saving her was vital but that still doesn't mean I have to like how he left rose like that #this is NOT to hate on anyone's opinions mind you #this is probably most certainly not true for everyone I just thought it was funny how I most often see them #doctor who

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moinsbienquekaworu · 6 months

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I'm sorry I'm going to be insane for a second, avert your eyes

#i will mention i'm aroace and combined with this kind of like. moe-ness i exude apparently?#will lead people to immediately think i'm so pure and cutie pie and shy and uwu adorable #and of course people never know what aromanticism is but even after an explanation they just think it's an extension of my asexuality #bitch no it isn't. they're two separate things and i am going to killl you with psychic lasers #i swear to go they hear aroace and suddenly all the contrastic aspects of my personality disappear #some people will forget that i get loud and enthusiastic about men i think are hot #suddenly i am a meek angel who's soo cute and pure!#and i can mention how much i know about & like sex in theory and kink and romance #and every time it's 'that's funny cause you're asexual' 'you're aroace but your special interest is sex what a contrast' like argh #i need aro friends!!!! more!!!!!!!!#sure i like being cute but if people could stop equating that to being a pure angel it'd be nice #like. i'm into the theoretical side of sex! i like reading about kink! in sexy AND educational ways!!#i know what sex is and i have been the friend who does specific sex ed to others a few times!#but nooo she's kind of small feminine a little shy at times and asexual so surely the millions of words of sex & sex ed don't exist anymore #vagueing people i live with <3 #and i've corrected the specific person i'm thinking of!! i have!!#i've told them 'oh yeah it's a fun contrast but it IS a genuine interest of mine that i've put a fair amount of time into over the years'#and they just forget it and keep making the joke every time!#oh i am Tired #wow i have a ramble tag now

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angorwhosebabyisthis · 3 months

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me rewatching parts of the show to mull over cassidy's dynamic with pericles, head in my hands: cassidy. i love you. be less racist

#sdmi #scooby doo: mystery incorporated #cassidy williams #SDMItag #on a watsonian level i get how it happened and it is Some Yikes but adds layers to the situation #on a doylist level oh my fucking god it is so uncomfortable to have to write meta about how 'so yeah the black woman is like #super fantasy racist. it's an understated but major part of her character and her trauma; and is Important to the dynamics surrounding her #and the character she's racist at the most; especially given how much the narrative doesn't think anything about the racism *is* racism #also the fantasy group she's racist at are a bunch of animal sidekicks who she is explicitly grouped in with'#it's not subtle or only directed at pericles either she straight up calls scooby an 'it' and threatens to put him down #she's flawed in ways the narrative does intend and doesn't; and i enjoy expanding on that #she's from an infamously dysfunctional group of morally dubious sad bastards and she deserves better than being left out of that damn it #but why. Whyyyyyyyyyyy. out of all the flaws they could have given her did this have to be one of them. when will the trope die #sighs. anyway back to being fucked up about how cruel it was of ricky to push her into the role of 'hey why don't you be pericles this time'#dyn: so nice to meet you; angel

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sherlock-is-ace · 3 months

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#i shouldn't reply to work emails on a sunday (at 2am my time no less)#but i do enjoy adding a little passive-agressive ''have a nice WEEKEND :)'' at the end lol #(not in all caps but that's implied)#it's 2am for me but it's 10am on sunday for the sender of the email so like... they need to chill lol #(i really do need to add it in all my complainy posts that i'm NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT WORK i need work please hire me)#angel talks #personal #i really hope these people don't ever find my tumblr #cause like... it's easily findable lol #oh well ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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fragmentedblade · 4 months

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I haven't looked forwards to a character as much as I've looked forwards to Sunday. I hope he won't disappoint

#He seems potentially so my type and I love the angelic aesthetic #He seems so shady and I love that. Robin does too and I adore that too but I'm afraid of expecting too much haha #Hanabi and Black Swan are interesting in a lore kind of way but I don't like their design at all tbh #Kinda getting tired of the female characters having all the very same look. They are not even from the Xianzhou so there's no excuse #Hanabi is like a mix of Guinaifen and Tingyun come on. And I find the design of Black Swan so boring with the potential her lore had #Skirk kind of situation #Ruan Mei and Dr. Ratio have managed to interest me a lot for what I've seen in leaks #but I hadn't been waiting for them to appear as I've been looking forwards to Sunday #Other than Sunday the character I'm most looking forward to is Firefly. I don't know #I've been digging the dynamic with Blade ever since I first saw leaks about Sam‚even when I thought them seeking death and life respectively #was due to each their different ways of not being fully human with Blade being immortal due to a mistake and Sam being a robot #But now he's an immortal old man seeking death and she's a little dying girl with time against her looking for life‚#both in a way the consequence of an experiment‚ and I find that potential interesting too #Besides I find so endearing and so funny that terrifying imposing Stellaron Hunter Blade is in a group with two young girls #that bully him a bit‚ make fun of him and take his phone. Extremely into how Silver Wolf is protective of him too #In general his dynamic with the Stellaron Hunters is very nice and sweet and intriguing for what I've seen #Abfkabfn I always end up talking about Blade. What I meant is that! I'm really looking forwards to Sunday #He seems extremely Jack-coded in some ways. A bit like Jing Yuan but in some senses More and I love that sort of character #I talk too much

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ladsofsorrow24 · 1 year

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it's funny how i love tragic ships, but then ended up shipping aki with a character that no one expect to ship him with (at least in the western side of the fandom)

#himeaki is nice... but in a one-sided way #like yeah himeno loves him but also she had this selfish need for him to agonize over her death #which... is an interesting way of loving someone #and ofc aki loves her whether it's platonic or more than that #he does loves her and look up to her #but he's just too... struck up with grief that only until himeno's death did he realized he need to move on and cherish what he had #aki and angel?? i think it's mostly a product of what he experience with himeno #all of those regrets culminating into this... resignation #that at the very least he doesn't wanna see anyone he knows to die in front of him #and surprisingly i don't ship akiangel #especially after that reveal on angel's beloved person #the one human that he loves and loves him back #god that part hurts so much it makes it hard for me to ship angel with aki because of that #such pure feelings... and to think makima's the one cut it all away... destroying his first connections to humanity #but yeah aki and angel for me is platonic in a sense that angel is watching over him until his time comes to say goodbye to the life he had #and so now... you may ask #why ship aki with denji then?#well i only have one answer #snowball fight #that scene changes everything for me #that's the most tragic fight scene i have ever watch and i literally break down when i realized that aki stopped fighting because #he saw denji's crying face #saying 'i never saw you cry before'#like... that moment of vulnerability... that's what breaks him from the gun devil's (and makima's) control #and that's just so... poetic and tragic in so many ways #so... yeah #that's how i ended up shipping these two #anyway... so many spoilers here #tmi tag

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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a great time juxtaposing "helen" by joe iconis with "centerfold" by the j. geils band

#if you've listened to dad rock '70s-median'd stations you've probably heard it. charting single. the: ((my) angel is the) centerfold one #it's juxtaposable in good ways and interesting ways lol there's plenty enough to Compare & to Contrast re: either song #actually i'm already like holding myself off from starting to go on about specifics lol #a situation i have a lot of thoughts; i Was writing them out the other night but it turned into the lengthily typed & posted thoughts about #metastory in pentiment & iphigenia crash land falls instead lol....#so feel free to just partake of the exercise yourself #had a great time revisiting both songs even knowing them both already / hearing them multiple times #enhanced appreciation or delighted like ''oh right [this element] yay''#centerfold? more charming than i remembered actually lol like oh nice yeah that one line does a lot #and i'm always hyped abt the [i don't even know the instrument or term for the musical part] like synth whatever line in the verse to #chorus transition. there's a lot of ''nice im liking that'' elements such that this Isn't just ''helen is like if centerfold didn't suck''#meanwhile it's an enriching time to be thinking more abt all the elements & effects in helen too #you Know i'm revisiting my slipped into pocket will roland performance lol. no antoinette perries season now i gave it to him obv #only category that exists is [youtube recordings of live cabaret i have saved on my laptop of will roland performing helen]#and guess what tonys? it's nongendered.#joe iconis

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keeps-ache · 2 years

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i'm being pulled in every which way while the Actual Physical Phantom Pressure torments me

#just me hi #it feels like anxiety and hunger at the same time???#i don't think i am either so we're blaming it on the Magic #stupid Magic >:/#anyway i ran off some of that (some. some. very little. just a bit. a smidge. a tad. a dip-of-the-pinky-tip) energy earlier and now must #make a decision.#as i am typing this i am starting to realize i may have way too many ocs #however i am too attached to all of them they are my precious angels (some not so much) how could i ever desert them for the rest of time??#so i wanna make a thing but i don't. know. whAT #this is terrible!!#i have the energy but no ideas!! what kinda sick joke is this??#i could work on a main project yes but my brain (not heart. heart is very silly and high from the markers i just used) says 'let's get very #self-indulgent with some other undeveloped characters'#and yes Brayn i could see how that could be very fun #but we have actual plot holes that could be fun to pull apart and rearrange like a puzzle made out of string #i have the character who i mostly just like the colours of named Orchid #they're nice to draw but i feel like i'm wasting time when i draw them ;;;;u;;;;#my drawing and music app keep crashing too so no sketching panels today :/#notes app is open though.........#hmm..........#nah.#ugh i'll just lay here til it strikes me :|||#[<- icecream sandwich?]

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