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"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader
Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Word Count: i lost count. it's big.
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A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!
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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you werenât even ready to admit to yourself. You havenât been in Hell long, thatâs true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths.Â
He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadnât share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.
Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you.Â
He seemed more⌠on edge today. His red eyes glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room.��
âDonât go near that creepy motherfucker today, heâs about to lose it.â Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the âcrazy signâ near his headÂ
âIsnât he always creepy and about to lose it?â Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.
âIâm telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, heâs just waiting for someone to give him the excuseâ Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.
âUh. Well, about that, I think itâs time we rescue CharlieâÂ
As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming.Â
âHey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotelâs⌠personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Letâs do it!â Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.
âGuess thatâs my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!â Charlieâs overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness.Â
Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastorâs neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didnât inherit a death wish from your previous ones.
And as quick as it started, it was over.Â
Alastor just said a creepy âhmâ turned on his hell, and walked away.Â
It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlieâs bonding exercises, who knows with this place.Â
âI told yaâll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psychoâs wayâ
Angelâs voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybodyâs life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon.Â
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They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasnât listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasnât looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it.Â
Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair.Â
Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward.Â
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You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. âStop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourselfâ you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlieâs âspecial stationary staplerâ out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen.Â
Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine.Â
âMy dear, did you just hurt yourself?â Alastorâs voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. Thatâs it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.
Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. âOh no worries alastor, itâs just a small cut, i can manage!â you give him your most confident smile.Â
Alastorâs head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger. Â
âNonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dearâ He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isnât too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth werenât in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first.Â
He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin.Â
Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. Heâs gonna bite off your fing-
âWould you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors meâÂ
You must have said yes at some point, you donât really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed you, answering his request to âplease follow himâ. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors.Â
This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting âdead woman walking, dead woman walkingâ.Â
âKeep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost thereâ he gently commands you, too gently⌠it feels almost⌠soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash.Â
He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.
the door locks behind you.
 if iâm being murdered, at least iâm being murdered with class.Â
âDonât be silly, Iâm not going to murder youâ Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence.Â
âOh fuck, i said that out loud, didnât I?â you blurted outÂ
âYes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time iâm in the roomâÂ
Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. Heâs not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and heâs going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you canât follow a single coherent train of thought. You donât even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.
Twice now, in a sing-song voice.
Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???
âAh hahah! Youâre back.â Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.
 âI donât like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?âÂ
Again, you donât really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that âXâ on his forehead always there?
âI asked if you know what you are doing to meâ static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastorâs clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-
âYou see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.â He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. âGood thing right now thereâs nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, petâ
You want this. Thereâs no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. Youâve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it.Â
Fuck it, you are in hell, thereâs nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. Heâs waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission.Â
âTake my breath away, AlastorâÂ
Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you canât be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didnât miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious.Â
Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldnât be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldnât be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and thereâs no going back.Â
âStripâ he orders. You want to say to him that you canât take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesnât: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demonâs arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.
Itâs humiliating, itâs dangerous, itâs hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.
Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard.Â
You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.
 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.
âNow now, we should establish some rules for this, petâ Alastorâs hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie
âRule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you canât take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take itâ He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it.Â
â Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matterâ He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic loverâs eyes your skin burns.
âRule three: donât you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or elseâŚâ static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. âUnderstood?â Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. Itâs overbearing, itâs ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.
He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. Youâve barely started and you are already being bad. âyes alastor, yes.. but please donât stopâ the soft whimper leaves your lips.
âlovely.â he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you wonât be able to take all of him.Â
His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if heâs already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you donât care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.
âMy my, what do we have hereâ his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasingÂ
âI donât think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, petâ he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didnât really know he had in him, making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you donât know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you donât feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down.Â
Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood.Â
âyou do make a mess of yourself, donât you? you just canât help itâ he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasnât going to notice. âno no no what did I say?â he snaps angrily, heâs eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet âpopâ, you feel like crying at the emptiness. âplease please alastor, donât stopâ you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. âdid I say you could hold back? donât pretend like you arenât a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we havenât even really startedâÂ
his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. Itâs so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. âplease Alastorâ you beg again, nothing but a small whisper
âI would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules⌠iâm afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard wayâÂ
Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs.Â
His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, heâs gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And heâs not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver.Â
Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. Heâs gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control.Â
The look on his face says it all, heâs gonna take it out on you and you canât do nothing about it.
You donât have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, heâs the Radio Demon, heâs the one in charge and you are his prey.
Alastor starts to slowly enter you, heâs trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesnât want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined he would, if he had more time to work on you.Â
You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now âHoLY FUCK ALASTORâ you scream. Itâs already too much.Â
âThereâs nothing holy about this my dear. Iâm going to breed you. Iâm going to break youâ and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain âyou wonât be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for itâ. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more.Â
The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. Heâs growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you.Â
Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly heâs even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure.Â
He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesnât even have to ask.
Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. âAlastor, please please let me comeâ you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.
âDonât. You. Dareâ he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. âI beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please pleaseâ
You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.
âDonât strike deals you donât know you can fulfill, petâ his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. âI promise Alastor, anythingâ. Alastor laughs.
 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief âyou may come now, sweet doeâ and thatâs it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastorâs monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.
Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.
âi canât take it, i canât take it!â
Alastor doesnât care. âI told you not to make deals if you canât hold them, didnât I?â You donât answer, you canât. you canât to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. âbut you are such a little cockslut for me that you canât help it. What a shameâÂ
He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. âyou will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take itâ static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you canât think coherently. Even this pain of being broken feels good.Â
Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you donât know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. âalastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just canâtâ the tears sting your eyes and stain your face.Â
Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening âoh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One moreâ his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.
Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth.Â
âOh we canât have you being this loud can we?â his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. âwhat would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?â
You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesnât stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. âwerenât you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. Iâve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about thisâ Alatorâs breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. âungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you donât even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??â
You canât think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. âalastor iâm so sorry, i know i donât deserve itâ you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off âbut can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Alâ his thrusts are truly erratic now. Heâs close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to noticeÂ
âpleaseâ you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again
âGood girl, you can come nowâ
instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like itâs going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastorâs cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You donât know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture.Â
You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep.Â
The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.
âOh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doeâ
You might be dreaming now.
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You werenât dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.
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Francesca - Hozier
If someone asked me at the end, I'll tell them put me back in it
[Francesca, Hozier // The Ghosts of Paolo and Francesca Appear to Dante and Virgil, Ary Scheffer // Francesca, Hozier // Canto V, Inferno, Dante Alighieri // Francesca (Official Video), Hozier // Francesca, Hozier // Ship on Stormy Seas, Ivan Aivazovsky // Francesca, Hozier // Canto V, Inferno, Dante Alighieri // Paolo and Francesca, Mosè Bianchi // Francesca, Hozier // Paolo and Francesca da Rimini, Gustave DorĂŠ // Before Romeo and Juliet, Paolo and Francesca Were Literatureâs Star-Crossed Lovers, John-Paul Heil // Paolo and Francesca, Frank Dicksee // Francesca i Paolo, Ludwik WiesioĹowski // Before Romeo and Juliet, Paolo and Francesca Were Literatureâs Star-Crossed Lovers, John-Paul Heil // Paolo and Francesca da Rimini, Dante Gabriel Rossetti // Francesca, Hozier // Francesca (Later with Jools Holland), Hozier on BBC Music // Canto V, Inferno, Dante Alighieri // tumblr user @handgf // The Kiss, Auguste Rodin // Paolo e Francesca, or Morte di Paolo e Francesca, Gaetano Previati // Hozier // Hozier // Hozier]
#web weaving#web weave#web weavings#webweaving#hozier webweaving#hozier#hozier lyrics#francesca#francesca hozier#francesca da rimini#dantes inferno#paolo and francesca#you have no idea how insane this song makes me#first of all MY NAME IS LITERALLY FRANCESCA#LIKE HOZIER WROTE A SONG WITH MY NAME AND NOW I GET TO HEAR MY NAME IN INTERVIEWS???#AND MY NAME WRITTEN IN HIS HANDWRITING?? HELLO INSANE#and then my second thought was when i realized since it was dantes inferno themed album it was probably in reference to ->#-> francesca da rimini and ding ding ding i was right#and i knew this cause im a complete nerd who reads Smithsonian articles for fun and there was one article about francesca and paolo#and thats actually where some of the art in this came from cause i went back to that article today#and i forgot that part about Tchaikovsky but it's actually really touching and fitting i felt like#its so cool how much art has been inspired by francesca and paolo for so long#and i just had to make this and i loved it cause its such an aching touching song that descends beauty#and the quotes from the inferno itself with francesca speaking were so beautiful#wow im such a nerd but i love it#shoutout to hozier once again for giving francesca and all francescas out there the recognition they deserve#OH AND ALSO I HAD TO PUT IN A CLASSIC Ivan Aivazovsky PAINTING#CAUSE THATS THE ONE THAT PEOPLE MISTAKE FOR GATHERING STORM BUT ITS DIFFERNT!!!!!!!!!!!!#CAUSE THIS ONE IS MORE ANGRY AND TURBULENT AND OMINOUS#WHICH DEFINETLY FITS THE STORM AND HURRICANE LYRIC I FEEL LIKE IDK I LOVE COMBINING MY NERDY ARTSY INTERESTS
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hey I missed this guy
#dragon age#dragon age origins#zevran arainai#mirki doodles#I havenât drawn anything DA in 5 years go easy on me#I hate portraits but Iâm too lazy to draw anything else sigh#hello to my 20 followers that I doubt will see this
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entombed passion
#hiii hello this is driving me insane#where is you hand going fern? đď¸đď¸#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#emmrich volkarin#my oc: fernalyn aldwir#emmrich x rook#otp: unexpected splendor#my da edits#leopardmuffinxo.edit#datv spoilers#maybe?? idk? you wouldn't see this angle unless you're playing with the freecam but just in case lol#i wanna gif the first romance scene but fern's body gets warped halfway through so i'm hoping they fix it
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do you guys rememember bill. he was funny broooo
me nephew i drew a while ago. i wasnt plannign on posting this but whatevor eat it
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the vid bill is referencing if you havent seen it already
entering a period when i cant draw shit again cuz UNIVERSITy. killikng myself etc. whatevar
#my art#iz#invader zim#dib membrane#dib iz#iz dib#iz bill#< is there a tag for him. hello#paranormal investigator bill#i love career day bill is very funny to me. there should be more bill content#MADE A TYPO IN DA BILL RANT IMPALING MYSELF ON A TREE ETC
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errmmmm junior and donnie dood,,, they mean everything to me actually
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#rise donnie#rise casey jr#idk i just think heâs the favorite uncle#all of jrâs genius built things make me lose my Marbles#esp the camouflage cape . Hello#sorry for da low effort f!donnie design btw⌠it wonât happen again chef
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Beatriz da Costa and Tora Olafsdotter in Harley Quinn Romances #1 by Ig Guara.
#comicedit#dcedit#beatriz da costa#tora olafsdotter#jli#tuesday spoilers#hello beatora nation how are we losing. i mean how are we doing.#oh. you're experiencing the agonies? damn me too.#mine.
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hi dove!! congrats on 100 followers!! ââ (â ăťâ ăâ ăťâ )â ââ ⪠if it's not already taken, i'd like to request the "long-distance relationship" prompt and đĽşđđ with jade (bc im obvious)? for backup, maybe "stargazing" and đ đâş with deuce? as always, you don't have to write it if you don't want to
thanks for always spreading joy and chaos on my feed hahaha, you're such a sweetheart Ęâ ăŁâ â˘â á´Ľâ â˘â Ęâ ăŁ
Long-Distance Relationship; Jade Leech
Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort
Word Count; 800 (on the dot)
AN; The final drabble for the 100-follower event, and the third Jade drabble! I hope you like the direction I took this in, Rinna! *hands you a tissue just in case* As a reminder, do not put my work â or others for that matter â into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
It felt weird, being back home. Being in your bedroom, the one that had all your personal belongings. Your clothes. Your memories. You were back, no longer in Twisted Wonderland, which you dared not share with anyone else save they question you, or worse off, it wasnât real. But it was real, the photos showed that much. Photos of your friends. Photos of all of the different events. Photos of the man that had captured your heart. A coy smile, a glint in his mismatched eyes, and hands that would gently hold yours. You missed Twisted Wonderland, you missed Jade.
You looked towards the window, seeing the faintest hints of the thin curve of the moon, and only the brightest stars being visible due to all the light. There was no magic⌠and everything seemed more dull without it. Of course, you would be struck with all these thoughts in the dead of night, with only the barking of the neighbourâs dog and the sound of far-off sirens keeping you company. It was no use staring out the window, or worse, the ceiling, and yearning for a place you couldnât return to. So you got up and went to your desk, to look through the photos that still moved. That gave you bright smiles⌠that reminded you that your heart was elsewhere.
You stalled on the one photograph; it was a photo of Jade on a mountaintop, looking at you as the sun set behind him.
âPrefect, let me help you up. Are you alright, it seems like you tripped over something,â you heard his voice play in your head. The photo played on a loop, of him turning around and giving you a kind yet playful look. Of a perfect moment in time.
You didnât even have time to give him a proper goodbye, having been sucked through a mirror suddenly; much like your sudden arrival. âI miss you,â you whispered.Â
Closing the photo album gently, you went to the window. Nothing had changed since you left. All of your trinkets from over the years were still in their places. And you donât really know what compelled you, but you picked up the small snail shell that you picked up from a shop, and you held it to your ear.
If you hold a shell to your ear, youâll hear the ocean. So you listened, and while it did remind you of the crashing waves at the beach, it reminded you of Jade. Only once you get close enough could you hear them, telling you his thoughts only once you had earned his trust. Earned his respect.
âI find it humorous,â you heard him hum, âhow my unique magic is Shock the Heart, yet with you, it feels like it has been cast on me.âÂ
You brought the shell to your lips. âPlease, I just want to see him again. To hear him⌠please.â But the only thing that happened was a breeze coming through the window screen.
There was no magic, so wishes donât come true here, especially not such large and impossible ones.
I should try to get some sleep⌠So you crawled back under the covers, clutching a pillow to your chest as you fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But after what felt like only a few short moments, you were jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. Thatâs weird, I usually keep it on silent⌠UGH, WHY IS IT SO LOUD?! Itâs too early for this.
You blindly groped around for your phone, but once you had it in hand you realized it wasnât the source of the ringing. You checked the landline, which was also not the source. The ringing wasnât coming from either of the phones. âWhere the hell is it coming from,â you muttered. âItâs too early for this!â The sun wasnât even up yet!
But you found what was making the ruckus; it was the shell. That shouldnât be possible. It canât be possible. Shells donât ring. Thereâs no magic here that could do that. But you picked it up, holding your breath.
âHello?â It was Jade. By some miracle, the voice on the other side of the⌠shell? Phone? Shell phone? Was Jade.
You felt like your centre of gravity had shifted. âJade,â you choked out.
You heard a soft exhale on the other side of the line. âAfter so many attempts, I finally found you.â For the first time, you heard so many emotions at once just in his voice. âWe never got the chance, but, Prefe-... Y/N, I love you, and somehow, we will meet again.â
He feels the same. He⌠loves me. âI love you too.â
And the connection between shells never broke, and one day, the two of you shall meet again.
#dove does events#100 follower event#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#jade leech#jade leech x reader#jade leech x gn reader#jade leech hurt/comfort#twst hurt/comfort#hello? shell phone? call jade leech the love of my life [reader]#sha la la la my oh my! go on and ~kiss da eel~#when the two of you reunite of course#rinna!#also glad you enjoy seeing me on your dash; hoping to bring you some bangers in the future#feeding all da jade kissers#sweetheart? me? just being lil' ol' me#i decided to inflict pain upon the masses this time ^v^#enjoy~#i'm surprised how fast i wrote all of these tbh#time for research for the next long-form fic then#also happy i finished these before the crabbening
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Corphyeus did feel like a mustache twirling villain at the end of DAI but at least they gave him that cool speech "I saw the throne of heaven and it was empty! God is dead and we killed him! I will lead the flock back to the righteous path now that I know the truthâ˘" but Elgarn'an and Ghilian'nan?? Their whole raison d'etre is 'blighted gods do evil shit' that's it. Meredith had a red lyrium Idol driving her insane, but that is not the whole reason she becomes evil. She had to witness her 7 yr mage sister become possessed by a demon and burn down her house killing her whole family in the process. That causes her to follow the Templar Order, gives her a very negative outlook on mages, and makes her strict in her governance of Kirkwall's circle because she believes she is doing the right thing by protecting mages from themselves. The idol just speeds up the process of her become more and more paranoid about mages, and one can argue, she wasn't entirely wrong about the mage situation in Kirkwall (see crazy serial killer necromancer running around for two whole acts). If they weren't going to do anything interesting with Elgarn'an and Ghilian'nan then they should've dropped them and focused solely on Solas.
#dont get me started on the executors plot point it adds nothing to the story and takes away a lot of complexity from the world of thedas#anything epler has had abt it sounds like cope!!#personally i feel DA games work better for me when the stakes are lower DAI was kinda pushing it but the way u act as a herald of a prophet#made it work it and the way the inquistor looks sounds and acts like some one no younger than 27 feels more believable#that they can be a leader of men BUT rook??#comes off as very goofy 19yr old giving life advice he picked up from reading how to win friends and influence ppl#the saddest part of all this is the elven gods couldve been SO interesting if they wrote the religious and political implications for it#cuz it was very weird posing as Neve's elven man slave when infiltrating the venatori cult#as they worship Elgarnan in all his pointy eared glory as a god meanwhile im just standing there?? second class citizen?? hello???#datv critical#datv#da posting
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âThe light that afternoon exposed the cracks in you, the ones youâd filled with dustâ
#hello!! i come bearing more oc art <3#featuring#i love you so f***ing much#lyrics bc this entire album is SO V MUCH RANNI CODED IT MAKES ME ILL#the hold this album has on me. unreal.#this is a lot messier than i normally like stopping on a drawing but i didnt want to overwork it and lose the composition#so!! as is is fine with me!#notsoproart#art#digital art#oc art#oc#ocs#artists on tumblr#glass animals#original character#song is I cant make you fall in love again specifically btw!#ranni da silva
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HE SHOULD BE AT THE CLUBBB
#dragon age#alistair theirin#it's still SO insane to me how young he is like. HELLO#dragon age origins#my nonsense#da: o
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