#alpha type

[angelbabby]

Angel messaging David at work

[chloesimaginationthings]

How Michael Afton actually died in FNAF

[gongyussy]

what if we were teammates of 19 years who said things like "i remember watching you play in latvia, thinking how lucky i was that i was going to be your teammate" and "sid saved me" and "only for pittsburgh, always with sid" and "i just always liked him from the start. always have. always will"... and we were both boys

(and what if sports reporters wrote alpha/alpha romance about us. what then.)

[fabadni]

okay go

[lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus]

Give me O!Steve in his freshman year fooling around with A!Eddie. Maybe they both thought it was a summer fling or Steve was looking for it to turn into a relationship but Eddie wasn't. Give me Eddie 'oh shit I'm catching feelings' Munson start to pull away from this amazing and funny and lovely omega he's seeing.

Give me heartbroken Steve who, after skipping a heat, finds out he's pregnant with his the alpha's pup(s). Give me steve freaking out cause holy shit he's too young to be a dame and his alpha doesn't even want him.

Give me steve crying and making a decision that's too heavy for a young mom- or person- to make. He makes the difficult decision to terminate the pregnancy. He's just too young. He wants kids but not at this point in his life.

Give me 4 years of steve avoiding Eddie and Eddie forever regretting leaving the omega. Both because he's still afraid of the love he saw and steve always scents so sad around him.

Give me steve borderline depressed and wanting kids, having to live with the what-ifs of his life. Of how big their kids would be now. Of how they'd be talking and probably have Eddie's eyes and hair. Of trying to brush and tame the wild frizzy locks while they tell him about their day. Give me steve in mourning because of a difficult decision he was forced to make. Give me reserved steve because of how, regardless of what decision he made, he still marred his youth and had to grow up too fast.

Give me him being a surrogate mom for dustin, and when Ms Henderson comments on what a lovely parent he'd be, he cries himself to sleep alone in his bed.

[dreamsteddie]

This is a second love Omegaverse au inspired by @lexirosewrites fanfiction, Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance. It is one of my personal favorites and I have read it many a time and was inspired by it. This is meant to be a part of Slick Sunday but it got really long so I decided to post it like this instead.

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They both find themselves suddenly alone in the world with little notice.

Steve thought he was in love. He was in love. But it turns out she wasn't. At least not anymore.

There had been a single moment of elation when she told him she was pregnant. That joy was quickly and brutally squashed by the admission that the pup was not his, and better yet, she was leaving him for the sire. They were going to take the chance of having her take a competing bond, hopefully beating out the strength of the old one to eliminate it completely. It's dangerous. If it doesn't go right the Omega will likely drop, maybe even lose the child from the shock of two bonds not willing to coexist but not being strong enough to eliminate the other

Apparently, moving on from Steve is enough of an incentive to risk it all.

Two nights later, he feels the bond dissolve. Gone, just like that. Empty where he had once been full. He turns into the pillows, the ones that still smell of her, and weeps. He reaches up to cradle his mating mark, now an empty scar with no meaning.

Eddie knew what he had wasn't love. He doesn't know if he'd ever been in love, but he knows it's not what he has with his Alpha. Without even realizing it, he had fallen into the same patterns of life his parents had tread before him. He met an Alpha at a bar, thought he was the best kind of wild, stayed with him just long enough to think that this was as good as it was going to get, and resigned himself to a bond. His Alpha wasn't the worst, but he was far from nice. He was a bartender who took advantage of his proximity to alcohol with a kind of reckless abandon that Eddie used to indulge in himself.

Then, all of a sudden, Eddie was pregnant. He didn't know how to tell his Alpha. Didn't know how he would react. Would he be excited? Mad? Indifferent? At the end of the day, he never gets to find out. By the time the call comes in to tell him his Alpha had had enough alcohol in his system to wrap himself around a pole, he's already felt the bond break. He thinks he should be sad. He should be devastated, it's the natural way to react, but all he feels is scared.

What is he supposed to do now?

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They're both there to get their scars removed.

It's not a completely unusual procedure, common enough that there are a handful of clinics in town to choose from.

Steve hates it here. He hates the beige walls and the beige chairs and the smell of artificial air meant to cancel out the smell of distress that would no doubt be filling up the space otherwise.

He clocks Eddie first. He looks...vacant in a way that Steve can't help but feel is unnatural for him. He's dressed in all black but not like a widow. Chains and rings and a baggy hoodie brandishing the logo of some metal band he doesn't recognize. He doesn't know why, but something compels him to reach out.

He gets up, "this seat taken?" he asks.

The Omega looks up and, Jesus Christ, he has pretty eyes. Steve doesn't know if he's seen eyes quite like his before.

"Guess not," he says, voice deeper than any Omega Steve has ever met before.

For a while, they just sit. Everyone at these clinics is given a window of time to come in, so they could be stuck in this waiting room for five minutes or two hours. It all depends on how bad the cases before them are.

It's the Omega who breaks the silence.

"So, what are you in for?" he asks, looking at Steve with a little bit of that mischief that looks so natural on him. It makes Steve smile for the first time in weeks.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks, turning up his wry smile just a little bit "I got dumped. She cheated on me, got pregnant, and now she's gone. Gotta figure out where to go from here, I guess."

If Steve wanted to flatter himself, he would say that Eddie looks shocked at the admission. In reality, he doesn't know what to call that look. He just stares at Steve for a long moment and then says, "Huh, wasn't expecting that one." It's enough to pull a startled little laugh from Steve.

"I'm Steve." he holds out his hand

"Eddie." he takes it.

"So Eddie," Steve says as he releases his hand, "what are you in for?" That, apparently, is the wrong thing to say because the Omega goes from quietly amused to averting his eyes and slumping in his chair.

"My Alpha died last week."

Oh.

Before Steve can think of anything to say to try and spit out the massive foot he just put in his mouth, Eddie is pulling at the collar of the hoodie and tilting his head slightly to reveal his mark. It's different than Steve's which has been red and irritated since the bond broke, upset at not having a match. Eddie's is dull, to say the least. It's like a grey film has been placed over the whole area. He hides it away as quickly as he'd shown it off.

"The wild thing is I don't even miss him. I didn't even really like him!" he says a little too loud for the low buzz of the waiting room, but he doesn't seem to care. "I didn't even like him but then he went and got himself killed and left me alone with a pup I didn't even want! And now I can't bear to give it up even though I know I should because I have no fucking Alpha and no job and I'm going to be a shitty fucking mom and-" By now he's definitely too loud for the waiting room and people are starting to look around like they're waiting for someone to do something and Steve really does not need to be kicked out right now so he does the only thing he can think to do.

Steve wraps Eddie up in an incredibly awkward side hug and starts crooning at him, trying to gentle him into relaxing a little bit. He subconsciously tries pumping out calming pheromones but with the clinic purifiers, it's probably not doing what it's supposed to. He half expects Eddie to push him away. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who appreciates random Alphas invading his space, but to his surprise, Eddie melts into his side almost too easily. He puts his head right over Steve's sternum, getting as close as he can to that gentle rumbling purr.

"Fuck, sorry, that was too much," Eddie says, voice muffled by Steve's shirt.

"Hey, hey, don't worry about it. That sounds really rough, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your Alpha." he soothes.

Eddie just lets out a little sigh, clearly not planning to extract himself from Steve's hold any time soon. "Like I said, it's not even the Alpha. Honestly, he kind of really sucked. It's just...It all seems so big right now, y'know? I never planned on pups, but now I've got one growing in my belly like some kind of parasite and all I want is to see their little face and hold them in my arms and keep them safe. I want this baby, but I don't know how I'm going to do it."

Once again, Steve doesn't know what to say. He's been abandoned more times than he cares to think about, but never in the same way Eddie has been. He doesn't know what to do, what to say, where this whole thing goes from a kind stranger offering a little comfort to an Alpha trying to insert themselves into a vulnerable Omega's life. He should say nothing. He should hold Eddie for as long as he wants to be held and get the last of his bond removed and start thinking about what to do with his life next.

In fact, that's exactly what he's planning to do, but in the course of step one -comforting Eddie- Steve makes the mistake of leaning his head on top of the Omega's. This close to the source, not even the extra strength air purifiers in the clinic are enough to hide Eddie's scent from him.

Steve has never really believed in scent mates, always thought they were an old wives tale, but he thinks Eddie might just change his mind. Steve has never smelt anything quite it. It's muskier than most Omegas tend to smell but with sweet notes of basil and peaches. It takes every ounce of self-control and a reminder to himself that he has been without a mate for less than a month for him to not start huffing at the poor guy's hair like a lunatic.

All that really means is that rather than continuing to hold Eddie in silence like a normal fucking person, he instead blurts out "I could help you!"

Startled, Eddie backs up enough to look Steve in the eye, his own eyes wide in surprise. He doesn't completely leave the circle of Steve's arms which he counts as a small win.

"What?"

This is Steve's chance to back out. To back peddle and make up something, anything, except for what he's really thinking which is something along the lines of "please be my mate and let me help you raise a child. I think we might be soul mates!"

What he actually says isn't all that better.

"I mean, I could help you with the pup, you know?" Eddie just continues to look at him, eyes getting impossibly wider, "I mean, we just met and that's crazy but I just got a new apartment with an extra bedroom and you seem like a nice guy and..." Steve deflates a little bit, letting the silence linger.

"Steve?" Eddie prompts. A little bit of hope peaking through his words. Just enough to give Steve the push he needs to tell to truth.

"...and I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. I don't know what to do next. All I ever wanted was a family, but no one ever wanted one with me. So, if you want, you can stay with me. It doesn't have to be permanent but...maybe it could be. Eventually. Your choice." and he means it, is the thing. As bat shit insane as it sounds Steve is suddenly so sure that he could make a life with Eddie. That they could be happy together. Mates.

Eddie is, once again, silent. He's still just staring, jaw dropped searching Steve's face for something. Steve doesn't know what it is he needs to see, so he just lets him look.

"Eddie Munson?" a nurse calls out, breaking the bubble they've built around them. They both startle, instinctively scrambling out of their chairs so she doesn't pass over Eddie for the next patient.

Steve starts to panic as he feels this opportunity start to slip through his fingers. Once Eddie passes through those doors, there's no guarantee that they'll ever see each other again, but he won't push him. What he's asking for is crazy, he knows, and Eddie has every right to flee from him and never look back.

Instead, Eddie whips around. There's more life in him than there has been since Steve first spotted him. There's fear and hope and joy all dancing across his beautiful eyes as he surges back to grasp Steve's hand from where it was lying limp at his side.

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"Yes! To all of it! Fuck!" Eddie is, once again, being way too loud for this waiting room, but Steve doesn't give a damn about that. How could he care about anything else at all when Eddie is smiling at him like that? "Just, wait for me ok? Or, I guess I'll wait for you since I'll be out first?" he says it more like a question than a confirmation, like he's suddenly scared Steve is going to take it all back.

"I'll look for you." is all he says, suddenly aware of the nurse making her way toward them, clearly impatient to get things started. He wishes he could go in with Eddie. Wishes he could hold his hand through the inevitable pain of the removal and soothe the pup growing in belly reacting to their mother's pain, but he has his own appointment to wait for.

Eddie nods, squeezing his hand just once before finally allowing the nurse to usher him back toward the offices in the back, never looking away from Steve as he does so. Steve gives him a little wave as he passes through the door before collapsing back into the seat behind him.

All that's left to do now is wait for what comes next.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 330

Y’know what? Fuck it. Omegaverse-esque Liminals and Realms. 

See the difference between being ecto-contaminated and being a liminal is the formation of a Core, however small or malformed that might be. Which is what the “secondary sex” as the living begin to refer to it as, originates from. Mostly from it being compared to a second puberty, however half jokingly. 

See, with the formation of a Core, the living start getting the equivalent of ghost hormones, start producing their own ectoplasm, yadda yadda yadda. 

But! Not all of them are the same type. There’s omegas that like to have a semi-permanent haunt that they get real territorial of, save for with younger and weaker ecto-beings. There’s alphas who are constantly wanting to move, flitting from one location to the next. There’s betas that go wherever their Fraid does, trying to keep them together and getting real aggressive towards others who try to separate them. And then there’s deltas, who are more often on the fringes of a Fraid, driven more by violence towards perceived threats and sometimes not exactly mentally stable with how strong their Obsession can get. 

The thing is that from an outsider’s perspective, especially as people begin moving out of Amity (despite the GIW’s efforts for a blackout on the city), is that they know none of this. Which means when a team of not-quite heroes pass through, they get a bit blindsided. 

Pspspsps @golden-buddle @f4nd0m-fun @gaddaboutgriffon have prompt

[artstaeus3600]

Alrighty buckle up fuckers cause imma start off with omegaverse and if you don't like that than you've been warned

Now different dimensions Danny phantom and DC, the DC universe being the omegaverse while Danny Phantom isn't, Danny gets Launched into this omegaverse DC universe while he was fighting Skulker accidentally and not being able to make portals yet is stuck for the foreseeable future, what he doesn't know is that this universe gave him a designation (pick ur choice between Alpha or Omega for drama) but he really smells like one of those two and everybody else can smell him too

While stuck in this universe nothing about him has changed besides his smell he doesn't act differently because of the designation and it's really throwing off the people that's around him and that smell him, Danny can feel emotions cause of ghosts and he can't really tone down his smell and he has no idea what a scent patch is what so ever, so he's just wandering around trying to find a natural portal or even if this universe can make a portal for him to get back to his universe, all while he's being simped over by whoever is nearby

Of course depending on which designation he got he'll probably be forced into some type of collar(of course this also depends on how you see the omegaverse cause I've seen some really restrictive ones and more lax ones)

[kangals]

some of my fave pieces of Great Dog Advice I’ve seen people give include:

-You do not need to impose exercise restrictions on an injured or post-surgical dog, because dogs will never over-exert themselves.

-only deworm your dog on a full moon.

-dogs will only eat food that is good for them; they naturally know to avoid toxins

-dogs should be allowed to breed freely because they will only mate with the most fit partners.

-some dogs simply should never have their hair groomed or cut because it will make them feel bad about how they look.

[winkleclit]

a visionary, vision is scary

[dragqueenstarscream]

Major case of cold sleepyness

Alpha trion or any character idk

Eating their respective y/n out, and getting very pussy drunk

-🫀

ohohoho... now you're speaking my language! also, i hope you feel better soon!

tf one alpha trion x afab!reader

contains: established relationship, no specified reader gender, human reader, reader being a smart mouth, cunnilingus, face/tongue riding, g/t (though this is transformers so that kinda comes with the territory), multiple orgasms, pussy drunk gilf robot. terms for reader's bits include pussy, hole, folds, and clit.

you really should've known better.

you knew alpha trion well. you knew that he was wise and intelligent beyond your imagination. you knew that he never liked having his knowledge called into question. and you knew that he never backed down from a challenge.

but that didn't stop you from mouthing off to him in the berth, did it?

the two of you had decided to take your relationship from friends to partners a while ago, but due to the vast species and culture difference, you'd been taking things slow for the time being. the relationship had been tricky to figure out at first, like the differences in dating across cultures and trying to find each other gifts, but the two of you were determined to make it work.

physical intimacy had been the elephant in the room for a while now. the both of you wanted it, but the size difference made anything apart from cuddles and kisses difficult. the usual route wasn't an option; even with mass displacement, alpha trion was a giant, far too big to handle. fingering was also tricky; the most you could do was rut against his huge digits.

the idea came when the two of you were relaxing in alpha trion's berth after a long day. you were resting on his chestplate, planting lazy kisses on his chin. as you listened to his engine rumble with laughter, you had an idea, one which spread a mischievous smirk on your face.

"hey alpha," you'd said, making the big bot perk up. "i think i know a way we might be able to get around our whole size difference thing."

"oh?" alpha trion said, tilting his head to one side. "what's your plan?"

"maybe i don't have to use your fingers or your... you call it a spike, right?" you said. "maybe i could try using your tongue."

alpha trion's eyes lit up, quickly catching onto your idea. "my glossa? ah, that's something i'm familiar with."

you couldn't silence a surprised laugh, which made the big bot raise a brow ridge. "are you saying you've eaten pussy before?" you asked.

"i've been alive about as long as cybertron has been around," alpha trion said, clearly unamused by your insinuation. "i have experience. i'm sure a human's valve wouldn't be difficult to figure out."

"really?" you smirked. "you've been in stasis for fifty years. how can i know you haven't lost your touch?"

"what are you implying?" alpha trion asked, squinting up at you.

"i'm saying, maybe you aren't as good as you once were, old bot," you fired back.

that definitely got his attention. "ah," alpha trion said. "old, you say?"

"yeah," you said with a nod. "old and out of touch."

"if that's how it's going to be," alpha trion said. "i can play your little game."

"alright," you grinned. "prove me wrong, old bot. i dare you."

that was how you found yourself in your current position, half naked and seated on the edge of alpha trion's jaw with your legs dangling into his mouth, held in place by his servo as he ate you out with a fervor you never would've expected out of him.

you initially didn't think he'd be able to do much, considering the fact that his mouth wasn't shaped like that of most other bots. as it turned out, that didn't matter; his massive tongue did all the work. it felt like silicone, pliable beneath your curious touch, coated in a thick saliva which helped it glide against your skin without any unwanted friction. as you reached out with one hand to feel it, you realized that it wasn't entirely smooth; his tongue was had ridges across its width, almost as if it were segmented, along with little bumps like human taste buds.

once alpha trion decided that you'd done enough exploring, he lazily dragged his tongue up the length of your pussy, taking his time to really taste you. you shuddered as you felt the ridges of his tongue rub against your folds, something so strange and alien and yet so perfect.

the huge bot below you let out a low, satisfied sounding groan as he pulled his tongue back. you whined at the loss of contact and tried to buck your hips forward, itching to feel something. alpha trion must've decided that that wouldn't do, as he fixed his grip on you so that your hips were forced down against his jaw. apart from your arms and your head, you couldn't move a muscle. the message was clear; you asked for this, and by primus, he was going to give it to you.

the lack of contact only lasted for a moment before alpha trion got to work, bringing his tongue back up to taste you. his movements seemed exploratory, feeling between your legs, trying to work out what you liked the most. whether he knew it or not, he was teasing you relentlessly. each movement of his thick tongue against your pussy sent another rush of heat to your belly.

after a minute of exploration, alpha trion seemed to have an idea, as he began focusing his ministrations entirely on your hole. he flicked the tip of his tongue upward, tracing around your folds, before pressing into your hole, tonguefucking you with gusto. your thighs shook as you tried to squeeze your legs around his tongue, desperately trying to rock your hips, with no luck. the bumps at the tip of his tongue caught along your inner walls, making you whine and plead for more. it didn't reach inside you as deeply as a toy might've, but it was so thick, stretching you open deliciously, with a texture unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

it wasn't long before you came all over his tongue with a yell, toes curling and legs spasming as your fluids spilled down his tongue. alpha trion must've liked the taste, as he moaned loudly, sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

the big bot didn't give you any chance of reprieve, going straight back to tonguefucking you like there was no tomorrow. you started to cry out from overstimulation, repeating alpha's name over and over. your begging had quite the effect on your partner, as he moved his free servo to palm at his modesty panel. still, he never broke his focus on you, determined to make you come again.

he dragged his tongue back in a way which rubbed against your clit, which made you gasp. alpha trion stopped and pulled his tongue back, squinting, watching your reaction. once he was certain that you weren't hurt in any way, he experimentally ran his tongue back over that same spot. the way the little bumps of his tongue rubbed against your clit made you whimper and strain against his servo, chasing that friction.

a dark, determined look grew in alpha trion's optics, and before you could ask him what he was thinking, he resorted to relentlessly teasing your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. to your surprise, he loosened his grip around your waist, and you took full advantage of that, grinding against his tongue. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you chased your orgasm. alpha trion moaned at the taste of your juices running down his tongue, and the vibrations from his moaning combined with the ridges of his tongue catching on your clit were too much to handle.

before you knew it, you were coming all over again, gripping onto alpha trion's digits for dear life as you came so hard that your whole body shook. thankfully, alpha trion took mercy on you this time, licking you clean before pulling you up off of his mouth.

the look on your partner's face was somewhere between smug and deeply aroused, his pale eyes dark with lust as he gazed over your body. as you laid back in his servo, trying to collect yourself, alpha trion laughed and gently rubbed your torso with his thumb.

"not too old for you," he said. even though you couldn't see his face anymore, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"you're right," you conceded. "you win. holy shit, you're good at this."

alpha trion let you lay there a minute, massaging your little body with his thumb, before he maneuvered you back into position, holding you over his mouth once again.

"alpha-?" you said, not believing where this was going.

"oh, i'm not done with you yet, sweetspark," alpha trion practically purred, his eyes flickering with a thirst you'd never seen in him before. "let's see how many more i can get out of you..."

your heart leaped in your chest as you realized the perfect torture you were in for, helpless to do anything but squirm as alpha trion set you back on the edge of his jaw, bringing his tongue up to you once again.

[the-music-maniac]

I've never been able to get over stories where the abused becomes the villain. True of any media that has this trope, really, but especially true of Sephiroth. He makes my heart hurt.

Created to be nothing but a weapon, abused and manipulated and experimented on from childhood. Sent to go fight Shinra's wars for them, desensitized to killing from a young age, but still managing to hold onto his kindness somehow. They made him into a legend larger than life for their propaganda, while simultaneously de-humanizing him in the worst ways, isolating Seph to the point where no one around him, not even his closest companions, even realized that he needed support. There's hints that no one around him really knew his background by the things they say - the only one who was aware of the extent of his mistreatment was his abuser. He was a high functioning individual - who would be arrogant enough to assume that The General could need help? Who would dare?

And I don't blame Angeal or Genesis or Zack for not realizing. Along with them simply not knowing there was an issue that needed addressing, Sephiroth probably kept it from them on purpose - whether by choice or necessity or outside influence or self preservation.

Sephiroth just wanted a normal life too. He didn't like having his picture taken, but endured because he had to, and because other people wanted it of him. He didn't really care to compete for the title of hero with Genesis, even though Genesis didn't seem to believe it. He took care of his troops, and we see in that one cut scene where he failed to save a soldier, that he still got upset over stuff like that. All those years of killing and losing his men to Shinra's missions and he hasn't truly become numb to it.

And then nearing the end, after first being told he's a monster by one of his former friends, and then later spending a week in that library not eating or drinking or sleeping, left alone to his devices because who would assume that the most competent general of their time can be in a vulnerable state, and shouldn't be left alone right now?

After learning the "truth" about his origins, and after a lifetime of systematic abuse, no longer believing he's even human anymore. And then the only person offering him a hand in his darkest moments is the one he shouldn't have taken. But at that point - could you blame him? Whether or not the post nibelheim Sephiroth is truly him or just a puppet for Jenova I'm uncertain about, but the end result is that from start to finish - Sephiroth never manages to break free from the whims of those who wanted to use him.

And because he gave into his worse demons - he won't receive a happy ending. He won't be saved. There's no comfort for him, no opportunity to rest and heal and grow. His childhood wish to live a normal life will never come to pass.

Watching Sephiroth's story unfold is like watching someone drown in front of you while surrounded by a crowd of people. And the one drowning doesn't even scream for help because he's been conditioned to believe that the suffocation is normal.

I will NEVER get over him. It doesn't excuse what he did after Nibelheim, I'm aware of that, but I can't help but remember that people only ever had praise for him while he was burning villages down in Wutai on Shinra's behalf.

It doesn't excuse his actions. But I will NEVER be able to forget all the ways the world failed him first.

[cupidsncheerios]

Regarding- https://www.tumblr.com/cupidsncheerios/768271527628177408/do-you-think-vox-is-like-the-alpha-male-of-hh

Nuclear-crack-but-consider: Vox as the social media alpha male, and then like real life the ‘secretly superior to the alpha, actually’ Sigma subgroup emerges a bit later, around the show’s time. But for some godforsaken reason they pick the radio demon as their mascot/jokerguy

followup to this post

oh ABSOLUTELY

i think this takes place during the era where al was on vacation but there were tons of sinners who thought he was secretly plotting something from the shadows (vox included) so when sigma males became a thing all the chronically online sinners applied it to alastor, since he made himself known and terrifying for a few decades and then just quieted down and lived peacefully while maintaining that fear, sigma behaviour. they can't use photos of him though, for obvious reasons, so they use fanart and pics of his radio tower, which looks kinda cringe and gets them bullied by the vox alpha dudes.

so eventually, when alastor returns and stayed gone happens, it just fuels the fire of spite between the two factions.

"the alphas are LOSING the battle against the sigmas, but the alphas and sigmas are both a little bit EMBARRASSED because their icons are apparently EX BOYFRIENDS and now they need to delete a few VOXTAGRAM POSTS"

-an actual newspaper in hell

[acrosstobear]

dando nation never ever ever loses (pics by sam bloxham and mark sutton)

[neostellarjpg]

i find big buff traditional hollywood celebrity alpha dave in a suit to be handsome like everyone else but i can't help but think of him as this scrawny eccentric socially awkward dude extremely dedicated to nothing except his abstract radical performance art. fans develop images of him but there's nothing of himself he deliberately puts out into the world besides his projects. no real friends, no lovers. fronts and fake personas galore. isn't trying to waste his time and emotion on people he'll lose anyway. that kinda thing

[nouearth]

the way i'd INSTANTLY smell that pit. like...