#*demonic laughter*

[dachshunds-and-fondue]

well apparently you can laugh in your sleep because it was said that I snorted during the night like a demon child laughing at its victim’s eternal demise. honestly I cannot believe that you could just walk into a room and suddenly hear some deranged laughter and think you’re about to die for the final time but oh wait it’s just that person you live with chuckling at your weakness in their sleep

[dragengyrr]

He’s so dead.

Baby Vox my beloved.

[dewdropdinosaur]

But Momma, I Love Her

ALASTOR x READER Summary: After the battle, Alastor finds himself wounded while Y/N seeks to help him out. But no one is invincible. Warnings: ANGST. [Oh the way I giggled evilly when writing this.] Rating-PG Requested by @anon-of-the-void See Masterlist for Request Status and Fics

 In the aftermath of the colossal clash between Heaven and Hell, the once bustling streets of the infernal realm lay in ruin. The once proud Hazbin Hotel now laid a bare pile of brick and mortar on the dusty ground. Among the debris and chaos, Alastor, perched in his towering abode, shining red lights flickered with green – an ominous beacon amidst the devastation. His once immaculate suit was torn, and his charismatic grin was replaced by a grimace of pain.

Alastor's radio tower echoed with static as he clumsily attempted to patch up his wounds. His fight with Adam had gone…worse than expected. But his stitching efforts were in vain, for every stitch only seemed to unravel further, his crimson essence staining the makeshift bandages. His momma had taught him to stitch better than this, but even now, he seemed to fail her teachings. 

As frustration threatened to consume him, a familiar voice broke through the static. "Alastor, what in Lucifer's name have you gotten yourself into now?" Y/N's exasperated tone cut through the air, their footsteps echoing up the stairs of the tower. Storming into his tower, Y/N rushed to Alastor’s side. Like him, their clothes were marred and hair matted but otherwise no worse for wear. 

Alastor turned to face his best friend, a mixture of relief and pain in his face. His grin, while returning to save face, was tight. 

 "Ah, Y/N, fancy seeing you here. Just a minor setback, nothing to worry about," he said, attempting to downplay the severity of his injuries.

Y/N's expression softened as they approached, taking in the extent of Alastor's wounds. "Minor setback? You look like you've been through a meat grinder, Al," they chided, shaking their head in disbelief. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you have a death wish."

Alastor chuckled weakly, wincing as Y/N gently began to assess his injuries. 

"Carelessness is not a trait I would readily associate with myself, my dear friend," he replied, though the pain in his voice betrayed his bravado. 

“So it ain’t carelessness when my best friend decides to fight a freaking angelic being? Let alone the first man? What were you thinking, Al?”

“He got lucky, he lacked discipline, any sort of control. The man was sloppy!”

Grabbing the supplies off the desk and plucking the needle out of Alastor’s hand, Y/N set to work; their touch firm yet gentle as they began to stitch up Alastor's torn flesh. Despite the discomfort, Alastor found solace in their presence, the familiarity of their touch grounding him amidst the chaos. Alastor winced as the needle pierced his flesh, the pain a sharp reminder of his recent brush with mortality. Yet, a tension lingered in the air, unspoken words weighing heavily on both their minds.

"You still need to be more careful, Alastor," Y/N admonished, their voice tinged with concern. "You can't keep throwing yourself into fights you won’t win."

Alastor's gaze flickered upwards, meeting Y/N's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his own. "But sometimes, the battle chooses me, not the other way around. Ha ha." he replied, his voice laced with false humor. 

Y/N huffed out a sigh, gaze hardening with a mixture of frustration and affection etched across their features. "That's not an excuse, Al. You're not invincible, despite what you may think," they said, their tone gentle yet firm.

Silence hung between them, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air. And then, in a moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability, Alastor spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alastor's brows furrowed, a flicker of defiance in his gaze. "And what would you have me do, Y/N? Sit idly by while angelic chaos reigns and threatens everything I have worked for?" he retorted, his tone sharp with frustration.

Y/N's hands paused mid-stitch, their expression a mixture of hurt and exasperation. "That's not what I'm saying, Alastor, and you know it," 

“Then what are you saying dear? That I am weak, a fool? When you speak your rancid insults do annunciate, it’s the polite thing to do..”

They replied, their voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you."

The admission hung heavy in the air, the weight of unspoken emotions finally coming to the surface. Alastor's façade faltered, his crimson eyes softening as he met Y/N's gaze. "Y/N, I..." he began, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right words. He had messed up. 

Before he could continue, Y/N shook their head, a tear slipping down their cheek. "Forget it, Alastor. I shouldn't have said anything," they whispered, their voice thick with emotion.

As the last stitch was set in place, a silence washed over the radio tower, a brief respite from the chaos of the world below. Standing up slowly, Y/N moved to take their leave. Suddenly, Alastor grabbed their wrist, forcing them to stay in place. 

"Perhaps I'm not as invincible as I'd like to believe," he admitted, his gaze falling to the floor. "But in a world as chaotic as ours, sometimes protecting the person you…cherish… that’s the only way to survive."

[alarrylarrie]

The absolute lack of human decency is truly startling these days and is leaving me at a total loss for words.

Liam Payne was a person.

He was a person.

A person.

[vaguely-concerned]

mourn watch rook can several times express such a beaming endearing eagerness to learn more of the spirit speaking side of necromancy that emmrich practices, so now I'm imagining rook training in that with him and sometimes when they get close enough to lucanis in battle they just hear spite go 'hehehe >:)' every time he and lucanis take down an enemy

[witch-of-the-writing-desk]

I found this instead of writing have fun

@nkirukaj @firecrackerhh @michaelasworlds-blog @redvexillum @redfoxwritesstuff @6esiree

[twisted-dork]

Giyuu!Yuu: Lilia always tries to scare me because I’m his s/o. What he doesn’t know is I can sense him near me. So I pretend to be surprised when he pops up.

Silver: May I ask why you do that

Giyuu!Yuu: I guess *looks at Lilia reading to Nezuko!Yuu* because seeing him smile makes me happy *smiles*

[shortandintroverted]

*wheeze* what the fuck-

[lilbeanz]

Sorry to be an annoying pest, but 'the Study of Muggles' has officially got a higher word count than 'the Horror of the Heir'

And we're still typing away, folks ✨️

[meggydolaon]

Under-acknowledged fact about Grima is that she's supposed to be 20 or so (or however old Lucina is) years older than the Robin we play as. This means she is not only Evil Robin, but more distinctly MILF Robin. In this essay I will

[tinyperson00]

✨Nezuko’s gone inter dimensional ✨

Not my video!!

I WAS DYING LOL 😂 😂

[kny-fanclub]

Alright. This is officially how I die.

Her lil giggles 😭

[hestialovesranwan]

My friend just started watching Haikyuu!! and is now on episode 7. I recommended the holy (angst) trinity of the fandom to her and told the summary for each one.

I still laugh at her horror each time I said, "--oh and (u know who) discovers that he has a terminal illness and--"

[blu3b3rrynightmar3]

into post✨🌑🌈

hey yall, this is gonna be our side blog that hopefully our irl friends don’t find :p

I blocked one of my irl friends on here cuz they were being toxic 😔

Fyi: we are [or a mix of] citrusqueer and dollqueer

edit:

here’s our other two blogs [um ignore the inconsistency of our intros]

@tangerinedre3mer [main blog about random shit] @the-sketched-squad [our system blog]

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heres some basic info:

You can call us Charlie/Bee or bill cipher

we are a minor, don’t be a creep, we will block you🥰 \srs

We like pigeons, sharks, moths, writing, digital art, hiking/camping, being a bitc- (jkjk), gnomes, gravity falls (BILL CIPHER, IM THE F*CKING BEST), uhhhh hazbin hotel and helluva boss (if your a kid, preteen, or immature/innocent teen DONT watch this show /srs), and other stuff idk my brains about to break /hj

alterhuman stuffss:

Death head moth (therian)

lynx (therian)

snow leopard (therian)

demon (otherkin)

sharkpup (otherkin)

Alien (otherkin)

Doll (otherkin)

Crow (otherkin)

bill cipher from gravity falls (fictionkin, you can call me bill or bill cipher if your so inclined but this form goes by many names so, idk which timeline I’m from)

Queen of hearts (fictionkin)

cryptid (otherkin)

mouse (copinglink)

Labrador (funlink)

hammerhead shark (otherhearted)

whale shark (otherhearted)

bumble bee (otherhearted)

Bat (otherhearted)

Ok ok that’s all (for now) *phew* it is hard remembering so many (we pray for all beings/things that are more /gen)

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ok it’s the next day so other stuffs about this blog:

we will post about more crytid, dark, emo, angsty shit /hj On a more serious note we may post about $h or $u!cid@l stuff (we will put cw and tw) /srs, um if that is triggering for you pls go to our main blog @tangerinedre3mer where we mainly post alterhuman stuff and more lighthearted content✨

oh and we’re gonna post bill cipher/billford stuff to probably (they are my actual obsession)

(we have dry/dark humor soooo🌝)

We don’t have a dni, just stay respectful and be good to each other

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A little more about us:

we are genderfluid but a combo of the terms genderfaunet and linumgender!! (We’re also trigender)

currently questioning our sexual orientation but we know we’re pan so that’s cool

idk what else to add but we’ll try our best to update it <33

oki doki buh-byeeeee fellow beings/things

[contritecactite]

Dear barred owl outside my window:

Welcome back! You are beautiful.

But you are LOUD. Please consider whether it is necessary to make that particular sound at that particular time of night. I would be happy to discuss alternatives, such as the other perfectly serviceable tree just fifteen feet to the north of that one or perhaps the park two blocks down.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,

A very tired caddis

P.S. Seriously bro. I woke up in a panic from a very solid sleep because I thought someone was in my room (but also thanks I guess for waking me up from that nightmare?).

[normaltothemax]

Last of Us (Show) Starters ❝ you keep your eyes on me. and don’t look anywhere else. ❞ (jason m&m)

Jason remembered dying the first time. Remembered what it felt like. The pain and the cold and the nothingness. He was strange mix of them, now, laying there, struggling to breathe on the cool, hard ground. Somewhere between feeling cold and feeling nothing at all, all that pain still lingering.

Those weren’t the worst parts about dying, though.

No, the worst part was the fear.

The fear of knowing it was all coming to an end, that he was going to die and it was going to hurt and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. That Dean couldn’t do anything to stop it. There wasn’t time. Jason was hurt far too badly, had lost far too much blood. It wouldn’t matter if Dean broke the sound barrier driving, Jason wouldn’t make the trip.

But it was okay, because this time, Jason wasn’t alone.

This time, someone had made in time.

This time, his dad was here with him.

His grip on Dean’s hand was weak, but he held on stubbornly, not willing to give up the contact if he could help it. “N-no—” Blood speckled his lips and chin as he coughed, the harsh sound tearing up his throat. “No deals,” he choked out. “N-no…no deals.” Jason didn’t want that. He didn’t want Dean throwing away his life for him. He didn’t want to be brought back if it would cost him the very best thing he had. “P-promise.”

Promise him, Dean.

He was fading fast, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dean if he’d tried. Not that he would. Jason wanted that comfort, he wanted that feeling of safety, even if he knew it wasn’t real. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last.

But his eyelids were growing heavy. It didn’t hurt anymore—he remembered this, knew it was time—and he was so very tired. His eyes slipped closed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. “S’okay.” It was okay. Dean was here. The last words he spoke were a mumbled, “Love you,” Jason needing Dean to know that, before he gave in and let the darkness take him.

@therebetterbepie (x)