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Sooooo cute! Thank you.

Fae Nyx O’phelia

This cutie belongs to @frostedclock. Couldn’t find much about her story other than she might be a wanderer. Maybe a fae who comes in and out of the fae wilds? She’s a mystery, but still adorable. 💕

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Looks like it's going to be LMK Mengtao, fun!

Go ahead and start sending in asks.

Send in asks related to Shadows Under the Peach Tree and I'll do a doodle answer in return!

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Hmmm not oiled up or wrapped in a red bow butt....

I could toss him on the bed if you prefer.

If anybody wants to get me an early birthday present, may I humbly request an oiled up and butt naked Lucifer wrapped in a pretty red bow? You can just leave him on my bed, please and thank you!

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tumblr notifs: Mutual™ has liked your post

me: *clicks on the button to see which post* I must know which of my humble offerings have pleased my dearest.

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 - 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫

(Alastor x f!reader drabble)

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Here’s part 5 of the silly drabble series by @frostedclock-writes and me! I recommend reading the previous part first. The masterpost is linked above and includes links to both my works and those of my co-author. Comment under the masterpost if you want to be added to the taglist!

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   "Oh, there you are!" you call out when you spot Alastor further down the hallway. He stops, turning slowly, and you approach him with a grin that’s half-annoyed, half-amused. You aren't angry at him. Why would you? You'd been excited for this moment like a child the night before Christmas.

   "Good evening, my dear," Alastor replies in that ever-cheerful tone, leaning on his cane as he sizes you up from head to toe. His grin stretches just a bit wider, enough for you to notice but subtle enough for anyone else to miss. "Why, you look rather…" – he pauses, his eyes lingering on your face – "…excited to see me. Dare I ask why?"

   You raise an eyebrow, catching the playful glint in his gaze. "Well, Alastor, I’m thrilled to finally have found you after your little disappearing act the other day," you retort, tossing in a taunt. This is the confrontation you’ve been waiting for since he left you standing alone in the pouring rain.

   This time, Alastor mirrors your expression, raising an eyebrow with his usual calm amusement. "Why, I’d say it was a tactical retreat," he replies smoothly, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

   You roll your eyes. "Oh, come now. Abandoning a helpless dame in the middle of Hell just because you couldn’t handle a few pokes with an umbrella? Hardly gentlemanly behavior."

   His grin twitches wider. Straightening his back, he places a hand on his chest in mock offense. "My dear, I would never abandon you! I was simply… giving you the spotlight."

   "By leaving me alone in acid rain, surrounded by sinners?" you snip, voice laced with sarcasm. "Imagine what could’ve happened!" You feign disappointment, shaking your head and clicking your tongue as you glare at him through narrowed eyes. "You’re disappointing me, Alastor. For someone who prides himself on being ‘chivalrous’, you’ve been anything but."

   Alastor doesn’t falter, his fiery crimson eyes never leaving yours. "I recall giving you every opportunity to relinquish that umbrella," he replies smoothly and raises his hand, eyeing his nails in a bored gesture. "But you insisted."

   "Yes, but that didn’t mean you should’ve just… evaporated." You quickly retort and cross your arms, studying him pointedly. "The Radio Demon abandoning his lady in distress? Hardly a noble look."

   A quick laugh escapes Alastor’s throat. "Ah, but who says you were the one in distress?" His voice softens, adopting a silken, honeyed tone, though the radio filter remains in place. "Perhaps it was I, driven to desperation by your charming stubbornness."

   "‘Driven to desperation’?" You smirk. "Quite the gentlemanly way of saying you couldn’t handle a few harmless pokes."

   "Harmless!" he scoffs, placing a hand to his forehead in mock agony. "It was either brave the downpour or risk an untimely eye-loss from your… tactical assault. And neither was in my best interest." He leans in, face mere inches from yours, grinning wickedly.

   Just then, Vaggie steps out from a nearby room, looking between the two of you with a raised brow. "You left her alone in acid rain?" she interjects, fixing Alastor with a disapproving glare and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "That’s anything but proper, Alastor."

   Alastor, looking mildly affronted, straightens up with a huff. "I was, of course, giving her a moment to shine! Surely, she can handle herself."

   Vaggie crosses her arms, smirking. "Well, it seems like she handled you just fine."

   Alastor’s body tenses, and his grin widens, though the corners of his mouth tighten with visible offense at her comment. Straightening his back, he places both hands on the microphone at the top of his cane, shooting her a spiteful glare as he disregards her intrusion.

   You let out a chuckle, a smug smile tugging at your lips. "See? Even Vaggie agrees. So much for ‘chivalry’."

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I did this sketch in the middle of the night.... I haven't drawn Adam that much either. Need to start doodling more.

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WIP have the colored up sketch

Awe who wouldnt love Eldritch Alastor?

Wanna kiss him on his chin.

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I need to draw Angel Dust more

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I think he can be both.

Your devil

And your Angel

Rail and get railed.

He's the man who can go it both for you 💕

“Lucifer is a dominant top because he’s the devil from the Bible!”

I’m sorry, show me this “dominant top” you speak of cuz like…

…where??

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I don't think I've shown you guys my angel! Lucifer design. He's just a lil guy~

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Always when I think back on it, all I wanted was that smile to be directed to me.

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I want a refund on this flesh prison. No one told me it needed this much maintenance.

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Journeytober day 20 / 21

Robe / Bull

Daddy Demon daddy bull king Sir And his little wife.