#and there were a bunch of radio towers in the back

[tangledinitswires]

i had the most. objectum experience last Friday.

so. do you guys know the Detroit wild lights show, there are fucking. lights. EVERYWHERE. and u know me. I like my lights. alot.

and I can't leave out this beauty.

she's like. a literal sentient AI that responded to people and their wishes. like, I walked up and told her she was beautiful and she said " why thank u !! " I was like.. GGRRHh. and she was like. so tall compared to me I felt like an ANT I'm tweaking. she was SOOO SO TALL compared to me. like. GIGANTIC.

[alastor-simp]

Alastor with a female reader who is selectively mute Part 2

Here is part 2 of this story. Mimzy is gonna be in this story as well, since we havent heard her talk yet or what her personality is like, im just gonna write how I think she will talk and act. Enjoy everyone:)

***5 Months Later***

You had adapted to hell surprisingly well. Yes there was some bumps along the way, due to you being mute, but you adjusted as time went on. Your relationships with everyone in the hotel had grown significantly. Charlie adored you and loved you like a sister. She was this close to telling her dad if it was possible to adopt you into the family, but you frantically declined as you suspected it would complicate things, but it was sweet that she loved you so much to do that. Vaggie slowly adjusted to you, don't blame her, she was always untrustworthy of everyone in the hotel, but she came around sooner or later. She offered to teach you some self defense as you were still an easy target. It was a bit difficult, but you managed despite your clumsiness. Angel Dust was a bit annoying in the beginning as he really wanted to hear your voice, but the puppy dog eyes you gave him made him quit. Now he treats you like his bestie, taking you shopping and having you attend some of his shows, which flustered you, but you wanted to support him. Niffty found you adorable when you first met and she still does. She has tried not to speed run towards you, since it always shocked you, causing you to drop your notepad in the past. It took a while, but she was able to do it. Husk was literally your dad figure. He always came over when you appeared upset about something and offered to cheer you up with his card tricks or make you a virgin cocktail, especially since your alcohol tolerance was negative 1000. You loved that he became that caring towards you, especially how gruff he was with everyone else. Sir Pentious was a new addition to the hotel. He first appeared when he tried to blow up the hotel a second time, only for Al to defeat him easily. Later after that, he became a patron at the hotel. He wondered why you didn't speak, but after a talk with Charlie and Vaggie, he no longer questioned it. He did enjoy your company, whenever you came to his work space, as he was crafting his inventions. His Egg Bois adored you as well, which pleased him. Alastor had become almost your protector/best friend. Its crazy to think how in the beginning, he was a bit annoyed when you didn't respond to his question, to now where he was always there to help you whenever you were in a pickle. His radio tower was your sanctuary as you always headed up there during his broadcasts. Alastor would always anticipate you coming as well, as it made his day a whole lot better whenever you showed up and took a seat next to him, admiring him as he continued his broadcast.

Getting ready for the day, you stood in front of your mirror, making sure you look spiffy. Alastor had invited you to attend one of Mimzy's shows at her club. Excitement raced through your body, and you nodded quickly when he asked you. Alastor mentioned before that her shows were very entertaining, so it made you very happy when he invited you to come. After a few minutes of looking yourself over, you walked over to the bed and grabbed the cell phone that was there. Charlie had gotten you it a few weeks ago as a gift. She had installed a text to speech app on it, so whatever you typed on the phone, a voice would respond back. Tears filled your eyes when she gave it to you, almost apologizing for all the trouble she had to go through to get it for you, but she said it was fine and it hardly cost anything. You knew she was royalty, so one cell phone wouldn't be a big deal, but it was to you. After a bunch of persuasion from Charlie saying it was really alright, you accepted the cell phone, not before engulfing Charlie in a hug. It took a while to get use to it, but it got easier over time, and it was a whole lot better then the notepad.

Rushing out of the room, your feet carried you over to the lobby, where a certain deer demon was patiently waiting. Alastor's ear twitched when he heard the pitter patter of your feet, turning to face you with a smile. Stopping to catch your breath, you stood in front of Al and gave a small wave, causing him to chuckle. His eyes scanned your outfit and found it to be perfect for today's activities. "Excited are we, my dear?" Looking at Al, you nodded your head, smiling widely. How adorable he thought. Hooking his arm with yours, Alastor banged his microphone on the ground, causing a portal to open in front of you. "Transporting like this may be new to you, my dear! Hold on tight!" The both of you entered the portal. It felt extremely odd, but you powered through it. The portal had brought you in front of a large building, with a large neon sign reading "Mimzy's." There was a crowd of demons around the building, probably ready for the show, as Mimzy was very popular. Entering inside, your eyes were drawn to the decor. It was a lavish place, the walls were covered in burlesque posters, and string lights decorated the ceiling. It had a very spacious bar and in the center of the room was a large stage with a small band in the background. Heading over to a certain section, there was a table that read VIP. This must be for us, since Alastor was a frequent visitor at this place. Sitting down in the seat, Alastor called over a server, asking for their most popular giggle water, while turning to you and asking what you would like. Taking your phone out, you typed your answer and played it out:

"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎."

The server was confused at that, but just shrugged and nodded while going over to complete the order. Alastor was not fond that you had to resort to that annoying technology to speak, but he did noticed how more calm you were using it then the notepad, so he kept his opinion to himself. After the server returned with the drinks, the lights began to dim, and the crowd began to let out cheers, as the main entertainer made her way to the stage. Mimzy was a very short demon, a little chubby, but very gorgeous. Her flapper dress suit her very well, as she made her way to the center of the stage. "Good evening, Ladies and Gents! Y'all ready for tonight's performance?" Cheers and whistles were the response to that. "That's what I like to hear! Hit it boys!" The stage lights flashed, as Mimzy walked closer to the front of the stage, standing in front of the microphone, ready to amaze everyone.

(LOVE THIS SINGER, Check her out)

The performance drew to a close, and you were blown away. Her voice was amazing. Loud cheers and applause radiated throughout the whole room, as Mimzy gave a bow. Both you and Alastor clapped with the crowd as Mimzy left the stage, leaving the band there, as they played some jazz to keep the entertainment alive. Alastor turned towards you, asking if you enjoyed the show, to which you responded with an enthusiastic nod. "Why Alastor! You made it" a familiar voice, called out from behind the both of you, as you saw Mimzy walking towards the both of you. "Of course, Mimzy my dear! You do know how much I adore your performances!" Alastor smiled as he greeted Mimzy, placing a kiss on her hand. Mimzy's eyes then locked on you. Oh boy, you hoped she was friendly. "Oh My Goodness! Who is this adorable little peach?!" Oh thank Lucifer, she was a nice demon. "Ah yes! This is another acquaintance of mine! Say hello my dear!" Mimzy glanced at Al when he spoke, then turned back to you with a kind smile. "How ya doin suga~? Did my voice blow you away?" Feeling uncertain, you wondered if she was going to treat you differently if she knew you were a mute. She seemed friendly enough, plus Al said she was a good friend. Slowly you grabbed your phone and typed out what you wanted to say to Mimzy.

𝚈𝚎𝚜! 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚍𝚍.

After the voice played, you pointed your eyes to the ground, feeling very shy. Clenching your hands under the table, you worried Mimzy was going to mock you for not speaking. "Oh my satan! Alastor, where did you find this angel? She is simply precious!" Mimzy had grabbed your cheeks, and began to squish them, like what a mother would do to a baby. "She had arrived in Hell a few months ago! She is a shy little one!" Alastor chuckled as he watched Mimzy coo at you. "No apologies needed suga~! Just happy you enjoyed the show! Here, let me give you a VIP pass so you can visit with no problems. Okay, darling?" Mimzy let go of your cheeks, and handed you the card. She had a very motherly side to her, which you liked. Grabbing the card, you nodded your head and smiled. Mimzy smiled and hugged you again. She then departed both of you as she had to meet up with some gents on the other side of the room. Both you and Alastor stayed at the club for a little bit, chatting about certain topics until you realized it had gotten late. Exiting the building, both you and Alastor decided to walk back to the hotel. Could have teleported, but the breeze was nice plus you both needed to stretch your legs after sitting for a long time. Your arm was hooked with Al's as he walked with you. Always such a gentleman. After walking for a couple of minutes, Alastor had stopped in his tracks. "My dear, may I ask you a question?" Alastor turned towards you, as he let your arm go, as he left you to stand in front of him. Staring into his eyes, you looked to see if there was any evidence of anger in them, but you found none. There was a little hint of sadness though, yet Alastor was still smiling. "I noticed during conversations with others, you always apologize! Why is that, my dear?" Tilting his head at you, he waited for your response.

Painful memories from your past began to flash in your mind once Alastor asked that question. Tears started to form, but they were blinked away. Reaching for your phone with trembling hands, you slowly wrote your answer and played it for Al.

𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚢, 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚘. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you pointed your head to the ground. Everything you felt from back then began to pour out of you, and you couldn't stop. Alastor was silent in front of you, and you figured he was upset with you, but before you could type a response, you were caught off when you felt someone wrap their arms around you. You found your head being placed in the crook of his neck, as he held you tightly. HE WAS HUGGING YOU?!? The last months while staying at the hotel, you were able to find out that Alastor didn't liked being touch. Yes, he would touch you and the others, but it mostly involved an arm hook, slight shoulder hug or head pat. You never expected that Al would be hugging you like this. After a few seconds, he began to speak. "I am truly sorry you had to suffer through that, my dear! But let me tell you this, people who mock and taunt others for being odd or a little strange are the ẗ̸̝́r̴̦̒u̵̦̅ē̴̢ ̶̰̈́s̴̱̈c̷̪͒ù̶̧m̶͇͐ ̸͎̔ò̴̦f̸͔̈́ ̶̦̃t̶͈̽h̶̟͌ȩ̴̾ ̴̯̀è̴͍a̴̞͝r̸͙̊t̸̰̕h̸̤̉! They are the true monsters! Don't believe their heinous words! To me, you are the sweetest and most unique demon in all of the seven rings! Never apologize for being the way you are ever again!" His words made you cry even more. Moving your hands slowly, you placed them on his back, tightening the hug. You felt the slight flinch from his body when you did that, but he slowly relaxed and squeezed you tighter.

The hug lasted for a bit before Al slowly released you, snapping his fingers to have a handkerchief appear in his hands, as he wiped your tears away. Once he finished, he leaned down and placed his hands on the sides of your mouth, moving them up to make it appear you were smiling. "Come on, my dear! Smile!" The smile on his face was outstretched, revealing all of his sharp teeth. His antics never ceased to make you laugh. Looking at him, you gave him a great big smile. Chuckling, Al leaned back up and grabbed your arm again, continuing his walk back to the hotel. After about a few minutes of walking, you both stopped in your tracks as an unknown voice called out to the both of you. "Well well well, if it isn't the Radio Demon."

*(TO BE CONTINUED)*

Part 1 of the Story is Here

Part 3 of the story is Here

[venus-haze]

Stakeout (Billy Butcher x Reader)

Summary: Ever since you started working with Butcher and The Boys again, life has been exciting, invigorating—and stressful. During a stakeout, Butcher mixes the personal with the professional to help you relieve some of the tension you’ve been carrying around.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Takes place vaguely in season 1. Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Sexually explicit content involving semi-public fingering, light degradation, and voyeurism (Butcher is insane. So is Homelander.)

You hadn’t been on a stakeout in years when Butcher asked—demanded, really—that you come along with him to keep an eye on Vought Tower overnight. Something about letting Hughie get some sleep while you two tried to keep tabs on A-Train’s comings and goings. It was easy enough to see through his bullshit, but rather than call him on it, boredom from your day job and curiosity of what he had up his sleeve made you agree.

Butcher at least had the decency to pick up some snacks from a bodega near your apartment, mostly beef jerky and bags of chips. Kept the radio low on some classic rock station, the two of you sitting in near silence across the street from the tower for the better part of an hour. His car hadn’t changed much from the last time you were in it. Except for the new pine tree air freshener—though new was a stretch. It’d long since lost its scent, but the blue wasn’t as sun-bleached as the old one. Funny, the things you remember.

“This feels like a waste of time. Even if we were here to spy on A-Train, which you and I both know we’re not, there’s no way we’d be able to actually see him leave and come back,” you finally said. “And Homelander wouldn’t leave out of Vought’s front door unless he was doing some publicity to appeal to us plebeians.”

“You got a point.”

“So what’re we doing here?” 

“Y’think the cunt can see us?” he asked.

“Who? Homelander?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t the point of a stakeout that we’re not supposed to be seen?”

“S’why I’m asking, love.”

You sighed. “Unless he’s somewhere we can’t see him, then I guess not.”

“Perfect.”

He put his hand on your knee, his fingers inching their way up your pencil skirt. You didn’t have time to change out of your office clothes when Butcher picked you up at your apartment. Even though you were back with his crew, you hadn’t quit your day job just yet, working for some stupid startup that somehow landed a contract with Vought. Gave you some insight into what they were up to, at least made your presence in the tower the least suspicious of anyone else, able to say you were there for business.

You shifted in the passenger seat a bit. “Butcher, what’re you—“

“Tryin’ to help you relax,” he said, his fingers brushing your clit through your panties. “You’ve been tense as hell lately.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. He was right. Linking up with Butcher again after so many years gave you a renewed sense of purpose, but with that came the stress, the late nights, the close calls. In the comfort of his car, just the two of you where no one else could see, maybe you could let him take control for a while.

“How tense, Butcher?” you asked, leaning back in the seat. “Tell me.”

“Workin’ yourself too hard for a bunch of sorry pricks,” he said, his voice low and husky as he tugged at your panties. You lifted your hips so he could pull them to your knees. “Can’t have that when I need you now, yeah?”

You nodded breathlessly as he slid two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. His gaze, dark and intense, always had a way of making you feel acutely aware of his attention on you, even when you weren't looking at him. Sometimes unnerving, but in cases like this, utterly exposed despite being fully clothed.

“Been a long time, huh? You miss this? You miss when I'd take care of your cunt?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “God, Butcher, keep going.”

“Thought of callin’ you a few times the past few years. You were always a good fuck,” he husked, his lips, his rough beard brushing across your neck and jaw. “Look at you now, people walking by, and you don’t give a damn who can see you, long as you get off, huh?”

“Butcher—“

“Bet if I’d taken my cock out instead, you’d have sucked me off. Take it all like the cockslut I know you are. You fuck anyone else the past few years? They know how to treat you? Know how to make you feel good?”

“Yes—No—I don’t know.”

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re pretty when you’re close. How close are you, love?”

“Fuck—I’m close. I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you babbled, choking out a moan when he slipped a third finger inside you. “Keep going, just like that.”

He was pushing you, knew your limits better than anyone, and as much as you hated to admit it, you needed it. Hadn’t realized until then how long it’d been since you’d really been fucked until he curled his fingers inside you, and your brain felt like someone poured soda over it, your skin burning for more.

You didn’t care who saw, all you cared about was getting there, and you were so fucking close it made you screw your eyes shut and cry out in frustration. Jesus, no wonder you were willing to jump back in when Butcher showed up on your doorstep. Everyday was bland, the same old bullshit. There was plenty of bullshit when it came to Butcher and whatever harebrained schemes he came up with, but it was a hell of a lot more fun than typing up reports and sitting through meetings.

“C’mon, love. Put on a show. Let me hear ya.”

You opened your eyes, only to catch Butcher staring out the windshield. Following his gaze, you let out a panicked whine upon seeing a red glow honed in on you, long enough to be sure he was watching. You came on Butcher’s fingers with a perverse moan, pleasure coursing through you as you dug your fingers into the console. You threw your head back, your hips jerking upward as you rode out your orgasm on his hand. 

Butcher was relentless when he wanted to be, and you weakly tapped out, squeezing his muscular arm, whining a bit nevertheless when he pulled his hand away. Sparing another glance at the windshield, the red glow was gone. Homelander was gone.

You told yourself it was the surge of fear-fueled adrenaline that brought you over the edge, not exhilaration at being seen, being caught in such a vulnerable state by the most powerful supe in the world. Definitely not. But you kind of hated yourself for not feeling more humiliated, instead, as you obsessively replayed the scene in your head as Butcher drove down the street, you were thrilled by it. 

Still, he should’ve fucking warned you, given you some kind of heads up. You held your tongue until you were sure the sound of traffic would hide your voice from any superpowered hearing.

“You fucking prick!” you hissed, smacking his shoulder. “You banked on Homelander being enough of a pervert to watch us?”

“Killed two birds with one stone. You feel better now, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reluctantly conceded.

“Attagirl.” He grinned. “I think I know where the cunt’s going.”

You balked. “I can’t look him in the eye after this.”

“You kind of already did.”

“Fuck you, Butcher.”

He glanced at you again, squeezing your thigh. “I’ll make it up to you later, love. Don’t you worry.”

[cinnamon-galaxies]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩

Pairings: Alastor x gn reader Summary: In which you are an annoying simp and Alastor regrets claiming your soul. Warnings/Tags: gn reader, Emberlynn-coded reader, unrequited love, reader is obsessed with Alastor and he can barely handle it, second-hand embarrassment, really, it gets uncomfortable, a whole bunch of passive aggressiveness and sarcastic remarks, Alastor questions his sanity, reader is annoying af, Alastor being Alastor, trash-fic Wordcount: 3.6k A/N: I had this idea for months but watching the latest Helluva Boss short made me actually want to write it. I hope you like this trash fic. I have many more ideas for funny (and uncomfortable) moments between Alastor and our simping reader. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always appreciated!

Spin-off: 'Curiosity Killed the Demon'

Masterlist

   Alastor was a man who never felt regret because every move he made was precisely calculated, every action driven by a purpose only he fully understood. He always had an ulterior motive in mind, ensuring that he was the one who came out on top. His every decision was meticulously planned, and every word carefully chosen to keep his game running flawlessly and his grip on control unyielding. He was a mastermind at the top of Hell's food chain. One of the most powerful and feared overlords, a dealmaker at heart, with hundreds – no, thousands – of souls bound to him, all following his every command, terrified of what might happen if they disobeyed. None of them ever dared to challenge their loyalty, always doing as he said. But one in particular stood out: you.

   Some might say you were just another sinner in his vast collection of pawns, but you were different. You followed him like a dog that didn’t even need a leash. When he called, you came. When he gave an order, you were already carrying it out by the time he finished speaking. You were completely, utterly devoted to him. And oh, Satan, were you irritating.

   Alastor remembered the day he met you as if it were yesterday. How could he forget? It was a memory that had burned itself into his mind like a brand on the hind flank of a horse. While most souls came to him begging for help, trading their essence for a taste of power or security, you practically threw yourself at him. Your eyes had been wide as saucers, lips pursed with desperate eagerness, and a strange gleam of excitement had nearly brought tears to your eyes.

   “Please, please, please! I’ll do anything for you!” you had begged, your eyes so wide it seemed like they might pop out of your head.

   Alastor had narrowed his eyes, the static around him crackling with an intensity that made your hairs stand up on your neck. “Anything...?” he had replied with a slow drawl, his grin turning sharp and menacing as he leaned in closer, towering over you. His sharp canines bared in a predatory smile that would make most people flinch, but you… you only seemed more excited.

   Had he known just how annoying you’d become, he might have killed and eaten you right then and there in that dark alleyway. Alastor was a patient man. At least, that's what he let others believe. But you often pushed him to the brink of madness, testing his limits as if you secretly anticipated getting double-killed. Had he considered featuring your squeaky voice on his infamous radio broadcast? More than a few times. The idea alone was deliciously tempting. He often fantasized about the sound of your screams if he ever decided to torture you. Yet, a deep-seated uncertainty always held him back. Some kind of deeply rooted fear that you might actually enjoy it. You were so wildly unpredictable that he couldn’t even tell if you would cry in agony or, disturbingly, moan in pleasure.

   The thought alone horrified him.

   No, he wouldn’t subject himself to that humiliation. If he weren’t already plagued by nightmares, the prospect of you enjoying your torment would certainly give him some. You were already haunting him in his waking life; he couldn’t bear the thought of you invading his rare moments of sleep, too.

   Your existence felt like a cruel joke. A fucked up twist of fate or perhaps the true eternal punishment Hell had in store for him. You were utterly infuriating, a disruptive presence in Hell's chaotic tranquility. And yet, he couldn’t deny that he found some guilty pleasure in your antics. As irritating and nerve-wracking as you were, you were the most entertaining thing he’d encountered in eons. Watching you embarrass yourself without even realizing it, witnessing your clumsiness, your stupidity, and being the object of your obsessive attention, the center of your world, was better than every drug advertised in Pentagram City’s most run-down district. As uncomfortable as you made him feel, Alastor had to admit that he secretly reveled in your desperate need for attention, your never-ending search for his affection and your unwavering, completely blind, loyalty.

   You followed him everywhere he went. Like a lost puppy you’d trail after him with an enthusiastic skip in your step, hopping around like a deer on a wide open field. Alastor didn’t even need to look over his shoulder to know you were there, because you always were. You followed him everywhere. To the bar, to the kitchen, to the hotel’s parlor or his outings. You’d probably even follow him to the bathroom, if you could. You were always there – eyes gleaming with devotion, your adoration conspicuous and radiating around you like the static in Alastor’s presence.

   It was suffocating.

   And he couldn’t even tell what was more terrifying: that you were so focused on him he could always feel your gaze burning through the back of his coat, or that your steps were so silent he couldn’t even hear them despite his almost preternatural hearing. Only an occasional squeak that made you sound like an excited guinea pig actually proved your presence, causing his ears to perk up and twitch in overstimulation.

   “Alastor!” your squeaky voice warbled through the corridors of the Hazbin Hotel and Alastor stopped in tracks, holding his breath in annoyance and his smile twisting into an uncomfortable grimace. With a silent sigh he turned around and tilted his head unnaturally to the side, his red and black hair swinging with the movement like a curtain.

   “Yes, my dear?” he retorted with exaggerated joy, the strain in his voice betraying the forced politeness and tinged with anything but patience. Today was one of those days he found himself regretting his decision to ever put that collar around your neck. He just wanted to be left in peace, not having the nerve to handle your exhausting presence.

   You grinned at him proudly and Alastor could feel his stomach twist, nausea creeping through his guts at the recognition of the lovestruck gleam in your eyes. When you didn’t respond instantly, he narrowed his eyes, his voice losing any of that faked patience, “What is it?”

   You shrugged your shoulders, though your grin didn’t waver. “Nothing!” you exclaimed enthusiastically, “I just wanted you to wait for me!”

   “Ah,” Alastor retorted, unimpressed, the uncomfortable feeling inside his guts increasing. “You know, you don’t have to follow me around everywhere I go,” he said, a subtle hint of irritation in his tone, hoping you'd understand that he wanted to be left alone.

   Your expression didn’t falter. In fact, it became even more eager, the gleam in your eyes so intense that Alastor could see his entire reflection in those dark orbs of yours. “But I want to be present whenever you need my assistance!” you exclaimed, interlacing your fingers in a gesture that resembled a pleading prayer.

   “I can always summon you, if that's the case,” Alastor quickly explained, still not convinced by your flimsy excuse for clinging to him like a parasite.

   “Oh, but I want to be close just in case you forget, my sweet Radio Demon!” you chirped, batting your eyelashes with saccharine devotion.

   Alastor cringed inwardly. Why exactly did he do this to himself again? Oh, yeah, right… He hadn’t yet decided if he wanted to wring your neck or keep you around for entertainment.

   “Well, that's very thoughtful of you,” he replied in a tone dripping with sarcasm. Before he could say more, you let out another joyful squeak. Alastor's ears flattened against his head as the high-pitched noise pierced his eardrums. He saw your eyes widen with delight and silently cursed himself for even attempting to sound polite – even if his words were more of a mocking jab than a genuine compliment. Yet, you seemed to take it as one. You trembled with excitement, your knees bouncing like a jackhammer. It was a wonder your vibrations didn’t send seismic waves rippling through the floor, cracking the occasional brick.

   Alastor let out a sigh. “My dear,” he said, his voice smooth as honey, “your… enthusiasm is truly unmatched. But don’t you have anything better to do than… following me around all the time?”

   You immediately shook your head. “No, Alastor-kun. I’ve devoted myself to being your servant,” you declared with unwavering certainty. “Besides, nothing’s better than being by your side!” You looked up at him with wide, earnest eyes, the adoration in your gaze both unsettling and pathetic. “I want to see everything you do, learn from you, be close to you. You’re just so… incredible!”

   Alastor let out yet another sigh. Although he found your flattery grating, he couldn’t deny the subtle boost to his ego from your words. He knew he was exceptional, but hearing it so explicitly was an indulgence he couldn’t resist. No matter how much you grated on his nerves. “Incredible, you say?” he repeated, and you nodded with such fervor that it was clear you genuinely believed what you were saying, rather than simply using your words to flatter him. “And what, pray tell, do you find so ‘incredible’ about me?”

   You blinked, obviously surprised by the question and took a moment to ponder an answer.

   Alastor chuckled softly. If you were already venturing into this territory, he might as well use it to his advantage and coax you into showering him with even more compliments. It was amusing how effortlessly he could manipulate you into praising him as if he were a deity, a god deserving to be worshiped. And it took barely any effort at all. You were so completely infatuated with him that he imagined you might even write a song for him – if only your singing voice didn't sound like a saw on the verge of breaking.

   “Well,” you mused aloud before gushing, “Everything!” You began to enumerate, counting on your fingers as you spoke, “Your power! Your elegance, your wit, your charisma! The way you command everyone’s attention with just your presence… How people are captivated by you… Your style, your old-fashioned charm, your impeccable sense of humor…”

   Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he listened, struggling to keep up with the torrent of words spilling from your mouth. He stared at you, on the verge of zoning out as he tried to manage the relentless flow of praise. Did you ever need to pause for breath? How could you talk so much without gasping for air?! It was almost impressive…

   “…like I said, everything, Alastor-kun. I mean, you’re the Radio Demon! You’re… absolutely remarkable! And I’d follow you to the end of Hell and back!” you concluded, your endless monologue finally coming to an end. Alastor’s grin widened, not from the sheer volume of praise you’ve just thrown at him, but from the amusement of your desperate eagerness to win his attention. From the moment you met him in that dark alleyway, you had craved his affection. It wasn’t that he had found you helpless – no, you had actively sought him out. Why? He had no idea. He would never understand your obsession nor the full extent of your feelings for him.

   “Why, thank you, my dear…” he forced out between clenched teeth, his jaw tightening without him even realizing it. “It’s always nice to hear how much you admire me, but… let’s not linger on it any longer…” he added, his voice betraying the discomfort that always crept in whenever you were near.

  You stared at him, your confusion practically palpable. “Why?” you asked, genuinely confused and a bit taken aback by his abrupt change in tone. “You asked me what I think of you. I’m just being honest!”

   Indeed, he had. But he hadn’t expected you to gush on endlessly like the Niagara Falls – even though, by now, he should’ve known better. Why did he even ask, knowing full well you were unpredictable and always found a way to annoy him further? Was your presence really so irritating that he tended to forget his usual caution? Alastor was a polite man after all and he valued manners above all else. 

   Manners.

   Manners, manners, manners.

   He prided himself on manners. But you? You weren't worth any of them. He needed to remember that.

   “Oh, my dear, I’m only concerned that your little brain might overheat from thinking too hard. We wouldn’t want you to strain yourself and get a headache, would we?” he replied, his tone thick with mockery, every word dripping with sarcasm. He could see your eyes widen and your pupils dilating.

   “Aww, Alastor-kun, you're so considerate!” you cooed, entirely missing the veiled insult.

   Alastor chuckled, his lips curling into an exaggerated smile while his eyes narrowed, feigning a semblance of care. Your delusion was almost painful to watch, though there was a certain dark humor to it.

   “Why, I'm simply concerned about your well-being! After all, too much... admiration could lead to a most unfortunate accident,” he continued, flashing his sharp teeth in a menacing grin, a predatory glint in his eyes. His pupils shifted to radio dials for a quick second and the static around him crackled in a dangerous intensity. The threat in his words was clear, but knowing you, you’d probably overlook it entirely, twisting it into yet another misguided belief that he cared about you. Which he didn’t. Alastor cared for very few people, and you were certainly not one of them.

   A strange sound – something akin to a dying hamster’s squeak – escaped your lips and ripped him out of his reverie as you started bouncing up and down again. Alastor couldn’t help but wonder, for a second time, how the floor beneath you didn’t give way and send you tumbling several floors down, far away from him and into a dark, twisted corner of Hell where you would never bother him again. Or maybe you would just break enough of your limbs to keep you from trailing after him for at least the next six weeks... Either way, the image in his head was delightfully hilarious, and he nearly chuckled, wishing to some kind of higher being to let this tiny mishap come true.

   “Aww, you’re so thoughtful! You really do care about me, Alastor-kun!” you chirped, and Alastor’s eye twitched. There it was – your joyful exclamation of utter delusion. Yikes.

   Alastor took a deep breath, his grip tightening around his cane. “Oh, yes… care…” he drawled. “Your well-being is... of utmost importance... so, considering you’ve been trailing after me all day… and the days before… and the weeks… and months…” he continued, his voice growing weaker with each word, “how about you take a break? Leave the hotel, spend some time with yourself, explore the streets of Pentagram City...” and hopefully never return… he finished in his head. His smile was sharp, his face settling into that same threatening expression as before.

   You waved a dismissive hand, grinning with a wide, toothy smile. “Don’t worry about me! I always feel so good around you!” you exclaimed with fervor, and Alastor suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. There it was again – that relentless, infuriating optimism that clung to you like a bad stench, no matter how much he tried to wash it away. How were you always so blissfully unaware of his disdain?

   “My, my! Such dedication... I’m almost flattered. But… have you ever considered, oh, I don’t know… finding a hobby? Far, far away from me, perhaps?” he said through clenched teeth, realizing yet again that he was still being far too kind. Why couldn’t he just scare you away? Were you really so pathetic that he couldn’t bring himself to be outright rude? Your antics must have really been some kind of messed up guilty pleasure for him…

   You tilted your head and straightened your back, gazing up at him with those unsettlingly large eyes. “Oh, but you are my hobby, Alastor-kun! My absolute favorite! Watching you, learning from you, serving you – it’s all I ever want to do! You’re my senpai, Alastor! My favorite deer boy!”

   Alastor’s eyes widened, and his grin began to falter, teetering on the edge of a frown, his expression one of sheer disbelief. Your... ‘senpai’? What in all seven circles of Hell was a ‘senpai’?! He might have considered asking Angel Dust the next time he saw that spider if he weren’t already convinced that the explanation would just traumatize him further. And did you really just call him ‘deer boy’?!

   His eye twitched once more, and then something inside him snapped.

   Alastor’s eyes darkened, the crimson on the verge of turning black again, the static increasing around him, crackling with charged malevolence. “Careful, my dear,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his sharp claws scratching the top of his cane with a metallic screech. “You’re walking on dangerous territory.” He stepped closer, looming over you like a tower of deep red and black, intimidating and far from pleased. He slowly got furious, the discomfort slowly turning into something he should’ve felt much earlier. Through narrowed eyes, he watched you flinch, though you didn’t step back. Instead, you straightened your back and tilted your head to look up at him, your mouth moving in a way that indicated that you were nervously biting your lip.

   Alastor’s smile widened at the sight, his yellow teeth flashing in the dim corridor, and the lights began to flicker around you, their energy drawn off by the crackling static around him. One blink, and his eyes turned black again, ticking radio dials replacing his irises, blood-red and dangerous as the demon himself. It took him only a flick of his hand to conjure the leash around your neck, its invisible form taking shape and turning solid glowing green.

   “If you insist on being a loyal little shadow, then perhaps I should teach you some manners,” he hissed, leaning down slightly, his grin stretching unnervingly wide. The collar tightened around your neck, a cold, burning sensation seeping through your bones as his words dug into your skin like jagged glass, a painful reminder of his control. He tugged on the leash, and you stumbled forward, eyes wide, your breath catching in your throat.

   “My, my…” he continued, flicking his tongue with a repeated motion that created a smacking sound, both unsettling and provocative. “If you truly want to serve me, you’ll need to learn some boundaries, my dear. I've been far too forgiving with you, but even I have my limits.” He pulled you closer until there were mere inches between you, his breath icy against your skin. You visibly shivered as his voice dropped to a low whisper, each word laced with sweet yet deadly venom. “After all, it would be such a shame if I had to... discipline you. And believe me, I can be quite imaginative when it comes to punishment.”

   For a moment, you just stared at him, and Alastor’s broad grin relaxed into a pleased smile, satisfaction blooming in his chest. For once, your reaction was exactly what he had anticipated. You were silent.

   Frightened.

   Oh, what a wonderful sight after enduring your incessant chatter for the past several minutes – months, actually. But he also knew this calm wouldn’t last long. A brief respite before the cycle began anew, and he found himself caught once more between annoyance and amusement.

   Perhaps, in some twisted way, he was a bit of a masochist. Because despite his power, his ruthlessness, his terrifying reputation as the Radio Demon, he continued to endure your presence and insufferable behavior if it meant he could find that brief moment of satisfaction when he saw that flicker of fear in your eyes. When he could finally silence that ceaseless admiration. When he so blatantly humiliated you with his words, degraded you with his passive aggression, yet you still met him with unyielding enthusiasm, somehow convinced he was speaking to you sweetly, when in reality, all he did was use his power over you to eventually put you in your place, reminding you of who he was and what he was capable of. 

   It was a game of control, an endless cycle where he used his dominance to break you down, only to watch you build yourself back up with even more deluded devotion. And while it should have irritated him beyond measure, there was something oddly gratifying about it – about toying with the boundaries of your blind infatuation and making you dance on the edge of dread and reverence.

   Seconds ticked by, stretching into what felt like minutes, and you eventually took a deep breath, releasing it in a long, shaky sigh. You blinked, once, twice, eyes still wide and pupils constricted. You shivered under his control, slight goosebumps rising on your skin. Alastor took in the sight, his satisfaction evident in the effect he had on you.

   You took another deep breath, then whispered in a low, breathless tone, “Fuck…”

   Alastor blinked and tilted his head, caught off-guard by the unexpected reaction. Confusion spread across his face, but before he could even formulate a response, you interrupted.

   “That was hot.”

   One second passed.

   Two.

   Three.

   Then, Alastor released your leash, hastily retreating as if he had just burned himself on a hot surface. His grayish skin turned pale, and his grin faltered into an expression of utter mortification. Within moments, his shadows enveloped him, and he seeped into the floor, leaving you behind in the hallway, bewildered and flustered.

   Maybe he should actually consider featuring you in his broadcast. Because that was the most horrifyingly unsettling response he had ever encountered. Some demons hid their cruelty behind a facade, blending seamlessly into their surroundings. And you? You were undoubtedly among the most insidiously malevolent of them all.

I had so many ideas for this fic but most of them didn't fit into the plot. So stay tuned for more Alastor x Emberlynn-coded reader content...

[crazy-bxmbo-bxtch]

After the battle with Adam, Alastor disappeared, reader revealed that he had healing power, and helped the people who were injured in the battle. Everyone was sure that Alator was dead, but you knew that wasn't the case and after healing, people went looking for him. You find him injured and vulnerable in his broken radio tower and decide to help him with his injuries using your healing magic. But what you didn't count on is that Alator was slowly turning into a yandere... How far will this sea of ​​insanity take him?

MANIA

A/n: I would be delighted to answer this, honestly, you were cooking with this idea.

Warnings: invasion of privacy, swearing, drugs, Alcohol

It was over, it was all over. Well not quite, the angel's invasion made quite a mess out of the hotel.

As you stood up you took a moment to glance around. Being able to find everyone....well almost everyone. Pentious is gone, but, we're is Alastor, the radio demon was no where to be seen.

As everyone began to stand Charlie remained seated on her knees, she looked sad, or not so satisfied. As you walk over to her she glances up at you. "Charlie, you okay?" You ask, she perked up, almost as if she was trying to pull herself out of her little frenzie.

As she stood she explained her feelings about beating the angel army and her hopes for everything to change, even just a little. As you listened to her, lucifer stepped in. We all reassured Charlie that she can still accomplish her dreams, as she has touched your heart with her dreams.

You smiled at everyone and paused as if you had almost forgotten. As you looked at your wounds and watched as your battle scars healed in no longer than a few seconds.

Shifting your focus you realize everyone was staring at you, well, all except Lucifer, who kinda of seems unbothered but a little taken back. "The fuck was that?" Angel Dust asked with a quirked brow. "Sorry, I just had to heal quickly," you responded. With a twirl of your fingers, everyone had healed from their injuries.

Now, with healed wounds and Adam gone, it's time to rebuild the hotel. As everyone was doing their part you were starting to grow concerned.

Alastor had not returned yet, usually, you would not care so much, mainly because he's THE RADIO DEMON. He always leaves and goes as he pleases, it's just his way of after-life. But, you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

It felt as if you swallowed a whole bunch of glitter and butterflies. Your stomach swirled and churned at the uncertainty of Alastor actually being okay.

You were done. You stopped what you were doing and started to head towards his radio tower, In hopes he would be there, as the hotel was still being repaired. As it came into sight, you saw it was barely hanging on by a thread.

It was silent.....too silent...

As you approached the tower you paused at the door, if there was anything behind it, it was making you nervous. As your arm extends to open the door, it creaks ever so slightly before it falls out of the sudden contact, startling you a little bit causing you to flinch.

The moment your eyes scanned the room you became breathless and it felt as if your unbeaten heart stopped as you ran to your friend, in obvious need of medical care.

When he noticed your presence, he was caught off guard. As you get closer you notice that along with his wounds, he looks very disheveled. His hair was in disarray, and his outfit was not up to par like always.

The main thing you noticed was his smile, it was not wide, high, and prideful as usual, it was almost as if he was snarling. Needless to say, he was a hot ass fucking mess.

You both stare at each other for what seems like way too long, you wave your fingers and Alaastor's wounds start to close up, and his bruises soon match his tone again. He quickly catches on and snaps his fingers, his whole outfit fixes itself, and soon his smile is high and full of pride again.

As he glared down at you, you started to get nervous, hoping he wasn't upset with you for HELPING him.

His lips parted only to say "Now, don't go informing all the other residents about what you have witnessed today, understand?" You shiver, the moment he says 'understand', intimidating you, but you don't back down but agree, only because he is an overlord and you know they care about how the public sees them.

He seemed satisfied and he snapped his fingers and we were reunited with everyone else. Of course, they had questions, but sadly you had to lie, mainly to save yourself from any potential with Alastor in the future.

"Well, you're here now, now c'mon everyone we got a lot of work to do ~" Charlie ended the whole fiasco on a positive note, obviously just trying to keep everyone from any further questions, knowing they would not get any satisfying answer.

1 week later-

Alastor had grown annoyed with you, something about you made him feel hot and his stomach clenched, he didn't quite know what is it, maybe it was anger, no, more like embarrassment. After all, you did see him in a vulnerable state. Alastor would never admit it, not even to himself, but he was mortified.

Al would never show his annoyance with you though, it was as if he did not want to hurt your feelings. The most he drops are subtle hints like his hair falling back ever so slightly, when in conversation with you.

But as he was annoyed and embarrassed on the down low, he also realized that something was starting to grow within him. Right next to the grudge he has because of your kind soul. But also, he finds himself dare he say, a little intrigued by you.

He watches you very often from The corner of the room, the corners of his eyes, even from the shadows at times. No one seemed to notice. Not until later on...

As days went by Alastor seemed to notice little things you do, like draw, dance, and shop, he thinks you have the most beautiful outfits. And a smile that could brighten a gloomy day, he did not know why he started feeling this way about you, he thought you were not to be trusted with not sharing about his little predicament a few days ago.

Now, Alastor seems to have gained a fondness of you. Even expressing his interest. Soon you became pretty good pals. Alastor was a gentleman at its finest, chivalry ain't shit compared to this man. It was as if he never had any type of negative feelings whatsoever towards you.

Even though you are great comrades, you still don't know anything about Alastor, he was like a book that had over a hundred locks on it, never to be opened or peaked inside.

Alastor on the other hand, knew everything about you. Alastor had found you to be quite...enjoyable, and of course very valuable.

Now that Alaator knows you don't care about his little mishap during the extermination, for some strange reason, he enjoys being near you.

When you arrive back from a very long outing, Alastor finds himself perking up, ever so slightly. Only enough for him to know about. Alastor was positive that he'd never experience romantic feelings of any sort, but one day, after denying his feelings for so long, his emotions HIT HIM LIKE A TRUCK. He knew himself then...just how smitten he was with you, how you made him feel.

But what would sinners think if the radio demon had shown the vulnerability of having a spouse? At least for now, he wanted his little infatuation, to remain a secret.......

......and it did, death seemed nice with you by his side, as one of his amazing, darling, wonderful, gorgeous,....closest, friends, this side of the pentagram.

One amazing day, but that day was also, oh so horrible, as he made a mistake....a nice one.

It was one of your days where you were gone for more than 2 hours, and past your designated curfew he had (in his head) for you. He hid in the shadows of the hotel lobby, as he watched tendance tell each other good night and leave to, assumingly so, to go to bed. After a half hour passed the doors opened slowly and soon, closed to reveal your figure.

The overlord Immediately slithers out of the shadows to greet you. "Hello! My dearly beloved! How are you this very, time of night, hm?" ....shit, right as he utters his first dawned work, his ears perked up...and he heard something,...something very, degrading...for him at least, he let out a little squeak. Noticeably. As you looked toward your friend, you could see visible distress, in his ears.. they were pulled back, but only just a little. "What's wrong AL?" Why, nothing my dear!" Said with too much enthusiasm.

The overlord took you by the arm and took you to the bar. Usually, husker would still be there, but it was just the two of you. As you sent down and got cozy y'all started making light conversation. You notice Alastor kept pouring drinks for you too, so you call him out on playing bartender. His sharp tooth smile widened and he handed you your drink. " cheers" As you unintentionally downed your beverage, you came to find out he poured you some whiskey you looked at your company you noticed it was halfway empty already but Alastor was just lightly sipping on his. As you observe him, you soon realize that Alastor is quite happy to be in your presence. You just allow the both of you to chat your night away.

As the night got late, you both decided to return to your rooms. Alastor guides you up the stairs and even offers to walk you to your bedroom, you decline as you feel as if it would be asking a lot of him. Alastor got a little quiet but agreed, you did not know if it was the alcohol or what, but you hugged Alastor. Surprisingly he embraced you back, only for a second. "Good night." You say, as you head towards your room, you hope that whatever is bothering him will be gone by tomorrow.

As Alastor reached his door, his nerves subsided, he opened his door to hear familiar jazz music, as he took off his coat he sat in his lounge and, opened a book, as he tried to focus he realized that after his brittle mishap, he's going to have to properly court you, he has a plan in mind, some lovely, some grim, he doesn't mind though. He's gonna make you want him, as much as he wants you.

You're his greatest distraction.

Hope u like it ❤️🧚‍♀️ sorry it took so long

Requests: Open

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//CLOSED STARTER ❯ THE WORST IS YOU AND I

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough

Jill Valentine had no idea where , or rather , when , she was .

All she could remember was investigating an old , rundown facility that has used to belong to Umbrella , likely abandoned after the company went bankrupt and dissolved itself. She had found a multitude of notes that were barely legible underneath all the dust , underneath all the soot and occasional rubble , and a bunch of technology she didn't recognize .

Jill had always been far too curious for her own good, so she had , against the B.S.A.A's protocol , handled and even tried to take apart some of the things she had seen. She supposed she had touched the wrong thing , adjusted something she wasn't supposed to - all she had seen was a blinding light , then nothing for several long moments, and she couldn't even begin to describe what she had felt - it was almost as if her stomach had turned upside down, and her head had pounded .

The ex-cop groaned slightly as she braced herself against the ground, propping herself up against the trunk of a tree as she collected herself . Tree . A tree . There had been no trees around that facility .

The ex-cop's brows furrowed for several moments as her eyes opened , her gaze flicked around her surroundings - forest , to say the least of it . Not one she recognized , either.

Her rifle was nowhere to be seen - she was armed only with the pistol at her side and the knife at the sheath resting on her shoulder .

A loud crash in the far distance , the peak of some sort of bell tower barely seen over the tops of the trees collapsing , birds flying off as they startled . Voices sounded close by , and Jill was quick to move to stand , her hand on her pistol as she drew it from her belt .

She could figure out what was going on soon - for now , she needed to handle whatever what had just happened . Jill ducked away into the trees , her footsteps quick and quiet , keeping an eye where the voices had come from .

Several strangers walked past where she had just been - their movements were erratic , and they muttered things she didn't understand . Spanish , she could guess from where she was - the way they walked was familiar in some way , she had seen it before .

Jill's back remained behind one of the trees, pistol in hand in case any of them noticed anything out of the ordinary , until they passed . When they did , she reached for her radio , making her way the opposite direction they had gone - the familiar click as she pressed down the button .

"Sparrow to Alpha ." Chris was the one who had helped support her investigation , so it was natural that he would have been her first contact . She was on the right frequency , she had ensured she was , and she was sure that Chris had never taken this long to answer her hails before , and the static was glaring against the insect call of the woods .

"Chris . Where the hell are you?"

[thedeviltohisangel]

I would die for more Spook and Bucky!! Maybe when she gets back from her mission or something when they know eachother a bit better? Sorry this isn’t much of a prompt but I loved how you wrote them!!

All The Things I Did (Interlude): A Sight for Sore Eyes

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy, reach out with thoughts/comments and any other future scenarios for the two most gone for each other people in western europe.

John was on her doorstep bright and early, a fresh bunch of flowers in his hands. They were less clammy this time. After their dinner in town the night before, he was feeling more confident. There was a bounce to his step. A youthful flush to his cheeks. A twinkle beyond mischief in his eyes. 

“Morning, Mary, have you seen Lieutenant Cooper yet this morning?” he asked when Cass didn’t appear promptly outside her billet. John had arrived early to try and perfect a careless lean against the side of his Jeep.

“I apologize, Major Egan, but she left early this morning.” Mary barely looked up from her typewriter to deliver the news. Unaware John had felt each word like a blow to the chest.

“Left? She say when she would be back?” It was answered with a shake of her head.

“We’ve learned not to ask,” she then spared him a glance, “and not to wait up.” Sometimes, Cass was gone for a couple of days. Most of the time. When it took longer, it meant something had gone wrong. 

“Thanks.” He turned to leave but stopped. “If something happens, who would know?” John couldn’t stop the question from leaving his lips. Had to get the thought out of his head. Stop it from ricocheting around. Mary paused her typing altogether and focused her attention fully on John Egan.

“Major, Lieutenant Cooper is one of our best. She knows what she is doing.” It wasn’t an answer to his question because John knew the answer was that no one would know. That Cass was out there detached from here on purpose. 

“I’m sure she is, Mary. Either way, if-”

“You’ll be the first to know.” He tipped his cap, the flowers finding their way into a waste bin on his way out the door. 

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“When do I get to meet this girl of yours?” Buck had arrived a couple days prior, thrilled to see his best friend again but more than pestering when it came to meeting the girl he had heard about briefly over the phone. The fact that John had mentioned her at all had him beyond intrigued. 

“I wish I knew.” John was miserable. He put on a happy face, celebrating the arrival of the 100th and serving as a one man welcome wagon. But Gale could see right through it. Could see the way his eyes lingered on an empty chair at breakfast. The way he sadly accepted a bunch of wildflowers every morning from the local kids. “I was told not to wait up.” Gale couldn’t help but chuckle.

“That’s rich coming from you in such a tone.” 

“I guess I deserve that.” He smiled in spite of his commitment to pouting. 

“When she’s back, soon,” he added for his friend’s benefit, “I look forward to asking what’s wrong with her to go on a date with the likes of you.”

“You’ll like her,” he said without thinking and then caught himself. “She thinks like is a lazy word for it. You’ll be…enamored by her.” He was proud of himself. That was a word Cass would approve of. Gale had half a mind to ask John when the wedding was when a woman came running into the mess hall and seemed out of breath.

“Major Egan-”

“Mary, this is my friend, Major-”

“-an unidentified aircraft just radioed the tower asking for permission to land.

“Cass.” John breathed out a breath he had been holding in ever since he had said goodnight to her after the pub.

“They requested emergency medical support upon arrival.” John took off, rounding the corner towards the airfield just as a plane emerged from the clouds to begin its descent. 

“John, maybe you should give her some room. Let the professionals do their job.” Gale had sprinted to catch up to him.

“I just need to know she’s alive.” In his short time here, he had watched too many men go up into the sky and not come back down. She needed to come back and she needed to be alive and in one piece. John couldn’t handle the one, precious, pure thing in his life falling victim like all the others.

When she stumbled and fell out of the back of that plane, he couldn’t help himself. As he got closer he could see she was gripping a bleeding wound in her arm, a makeshift tourniquet doing its best to staunch the bleeding. 

“John.” Her voice seemed weaker. Like she was barely suppressing the pain. Her face was marred by cuts that were still dripping blood and the purpling around her eye was making his blood boil. She reached for him and he reached for her, their fingers seeking purchase, when a severe looking man pushed against chest. 

“No contact with the asset until after interrogation.” 

“Cass!” John couldn’t care less about the man pushing him back towards the grass. “Get your hands off of me!” He watched as she was lifted onto a gurney, her eyes looking back at him until she disappeared into the medical building. 

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s all take it easy.” Gale pushed his way in between the two. “We’ve all got our orders.” The man gave them a look then stalked off in the direction Cass had already gone.

“Asset? Did you hear the way he just dehumanized her? As she’s…As she’s lying there bleeding and reaching for me to help her.” He was pacing with anger. “She earned every fucking bit of the rank on her collar!”

“Bucky-” 

“I’m going in there.” Gale didn’t think there was any reasoning with him until he was sure that Cass was okay. Until he heard the words from her mouth and believed them. There was no stopping him, only managing the fall out 

John opened the door to the sound of hushed voices and grunts of pain. Cass was answering their questions through gritted teeth, Colonel Huglin watching from the corner. He could only make out a few words; Gestapo, railroad network, did they see you with him? 

“Stop acting like this was my first- fuck, Doc!” John smiled. There she was.

“Gentlemen, I need the room if I’m going to get this bullet out.” Bullet? He hid behind the door until they all cleared out.

“Now that is not the mouth of a polite lady.” Life flared back into her eyes as he came into view, the smile he’d been hoping to see across her face in an instant. 

“Major, you can’t-”

“No. I want him to stay.” She reached towards him, the way she had only moments earlier, except this time nothing stopped him from reaching her. Regretted that anything had in the first place. 

“You’re back,” he murmured as stood between her legs and got a good look at her. The doctor was assembling a tray of tools to deal with the bullet wound in her bicep, a few small bandages already on her face and a bag of ice by her thigh for her eye.  But she was here and she was in one piece. That was all he could ask for. 

“I’m sorry I left without saying anything. It had nothing to do with you or our night at the pub.” She was rambling and John was mesmerized. Couldn’t look away from this slightly less guarded version of herself she was letting him see. 

“I didn’t think it did, Cass. Promise.” She released a breath she had been holding ever since he said goodnight to her after the pub. Cass had thought about it her entire trip into France. Ruminated on the fact that John was going to be upset with her. Convinced herself while she read the paper on a park bench and watched soldiers walk by that any chance of something normal with him was gone. That she couldn’t have her dream of him and this job. That, somehow, her independence always led her to being alone. 

“This is going to sting, Lieutenant.” She gripped John’s hand and he gripped back as alcohol was poured over the wound on her arm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as her forehead rested against his chest.

“Why don’t you tell me how you got that bullet in there, Miss Spook.”

“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” she teased.

“You’d love nothing more than to be the death of me,” he pushed back. 

“Bite down, Lieutenant.” The doc handed her a piece of leather.

“Eyes on me, Cass.” He gently palmed her cheek to keep her focused away from the impending procedure. She wanted to make a comment. Something snide to reassert control over the situation. To not lose her footing in those very eyes he had teased her of being fond of only nights prior. She was fond of them. Irreparably so.

“On the count of three, Lieutenant. One, two-” The doctor never got to three before searing, white hot pain ripped through her body, John’s hand absorbing as much of the pain as she could give him and his chest taking on the whips that her pained sounds were lashing against him. “It’s out, Lieutenant. You keeping this one as well?” She nodded.

“You got a collection of bullets? They all pulled from you?” 

“Yes. So every time someone tries to threaten me with Gestapo ghost stories, I’ve got proof they’re just humans.” John took the cool wash cloth from the nurse that approached them and dabbed at Cass’ forehead tenderly. “Do I scare you, John? It’s okay to tell me. I’m used to it by now.” Plenty of boys and men had taken her dancing and out to dinner and not wanted to again. All of them afraid of her sharpness and lack of regard for listening silently. They wanted nothing to do with her mind and her opinions and her desire to roll up her sleeves and stick her hands in the mud. 

“Cass, the only thing that has scared me since meeting you is losing you.” She smiled, his words a soothing balm to the demons in her mind. “I don’t know about you but I’m about sick of people getting in the way of me and you recently.” Cass stroked her knuckles across his cheek, barely feeling the pull of stitches as he looked at her with a soft hunger.

“Major Egan, that look in your eyes is dangerous,” she whispered. He licked his lips, using his last shreds of decency to maintain any semblance of professionalism in front of the infirmary staff.

“That doesn’t seem to have stopped you before.” Somewhere in the background, she thinks the doctor was telling her she was free to go and keep ice on her eye. But this silent dance between her and John was too intoxicating to disengage from. 

“How about you let me change into something nicer and then you take me and a blanket out to that wildflower field?” His nose knocked against hers, their lips brushing against each other teasingly and tauntingly. 

“I can do that.” His voice was thick with desire. She imagined it might be what he sounds like when he was in the beginning of taking a woman to bed. Cass was molten under his gaze and loving every moment. “Just don’t keep me waiting too long or I might have to take matters into my own hands.” An empty threat. The ghost of her touch was more stimulating tahn any other.

“Well, we can’t be having that, Major.” 

[reticent-writer]

Here's a suggestion for teen!reader and Alastor, after the battle at the end of season one, reader helps repair Alastors staff

Hello sorry for the wait.

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Angels are tough but anyone who crossed your path literally didn't see you coming. You were surrounded by a bunch of dead angels with more coming when they suddenly stopped and started to retreat.

The battle was over.

You were out of breath with minor injuries, so you decided to lie down.

"Get up." An unrecognizable voice said causing you to jump up with (weapon of choice) in hand. You were surprised to see a wounded Alastor clutching his staff. Now broken staff

"Are you-"

"Follow me."

You followed him to his destroyed radio tower. He shoved the two pieces of his staff if your hands.

"Fix it." He said as he started to descend into madness.

You looked down at the staff and then back up at him. He was clearly losing his mind, and you knew why but if you brought it up while he was like this he would surely kill you. So you tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm not a miracle worker." You joked but Alastor didn't even hear you, he was too deep into how to get out of his contract.

So you get to work on his staff but it's easier said than done. The easy part is fixing the staff itself and making the microphone work, the hard part is putting the magic that it once held back in it.

After fixing the staff itself Alastor got himself together and brought the both of you to the others. His attitude did a complete 180.

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A/n: With this post I'm glad to announce that my break is over but requests will still be closed for a lil bit.

April Fools!😭

or is it?😏

art by: @ghostly-one

[nunalastor]

Signal Boost AU

At first, Alastor considered Vox's appearance in his radio tower just a minor irritant on top of an already shitty situation. It wasn't anything to be worried about though. Worst case scenario, he'd rested enough to slip away, but Vox hadn't been the type to try anything solo in a long time. He thought the demon would just brag, lord his loss over him, while Vox had hidden himself away in his overcompensating building.

And that was the case to start. Some commentary about how awful he looked, how he'd been way over his head and how stupid he was for throwing everything away for a bunch of losers.

He vehemently denied the last point. He wasn't fighting for anyone. The energy in his would pulsed then and he felt his grin curve into a snarl.

Vox, bastard that he was, whistled at the action. "That looks like it hurt." He kneeled much too close to where Alastor sat curled against his console. "Bet you wish you'd taken my offer for upgrades, huh? Lucky for those internal plates. Probably shredded now though."

He reached out like he was going to touch him and Alastor let out an inhuman hiss, ears flicking back and eyes shifting to dials.

What he didn't expect was for Vox's eyes to immediately flick down and his hand to sharply make contact with the metal floor where his shadow was agitating together.

The electricity cut through his shade and then into Alastor. The last thing he heard was his own shrieks and then a pop.

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Alastor almost thought it'd been a nightmare. His head was fuzzy and his chest was numb, but at least a step up from the pain. Why?

He cracked his eyes open and then slammed them shut again. Wherever he was, it was bright. Harshly so, and lit from every angle above and below him. When he peeked again he confirmed what he already feared, there wasn't a single patch of shadowed space.

He was on a large circular cushion in the center of a blue-lit room, the walls around the circumference of the wider space were transparent and climbed up past were he could see, beyond the lights.

His skin prickled with... heat? Cold? He couldn't completely tell, but the sensation revealed that his coat had been taken as well as his vest.

His wound? His hand unsteadily found his chest. Numb, but hard. He looked down with some trepidation, past the open sides of his dress shirt. His skin was stitched, stretched over a raised patch at his sternum. It was tough and he could trace lines branching out from either side, holding his bones together from the inside.

His breathing picked up.

Nightmare. This had to be a nightmare.

👀

[senkusphone]

Dr. Stone chapter 1D Trivia post

Spoilers ahead

We knew there was a slippery slope but we didn't know which one it was.

First things first, as we saw, Kaseki was not dead after all, and neither was Francois.

This clears things from chapter 232.5 (Dr. Stone Terraforming) where Kaseki was not shown at all, and although Francois was shown to be at the plane at the moment of the crash, they were never shown to be rescued.

We do get a glimpse at Senku throughout his lifetime (hypothetically at least). The pictured time machine, just like the large one they are building, features the telltale disk from the movie "The time machine" (duh) from 1960, based on a novel by H.G. Wells, written in 1895.

We also see him using a bunch of yagi antennas again, as well as a small satellite dish, all pointed in different directions in his homebrew setup, perhaps in an attempt to catch the signal regardless of which direction it's coming from. A concern I've heard is why would Byakuya contact Senku's future attempt but not the one from his childhood, and the answer likely boils down to the technology. As Xeno said they used a specialized detector to spot tiny bursts of petrification beam

I am not sure what such a detector might entail, but since the petri beam involves a flash of light, perhaps something like a photomultiplier tube could do it, as they can detect individual photons

The Tokyo Sky Tree is a radio tower, housing a restaurant and an observation deck, it is also the tallest manmade structure in Japan with a height of 634 meters, or 532.7 times the canon height of Suika in chapter 178.

Here it looks like they've drawn the wrong design for the medusa capsule, this one has a speaker on the inside like the original that was sent to the moon, whereas once whyman was discovered, they changed the design to one with a small antenna in its place, and a speaker/microphone on the outside for them to communicate.

This is what I feel like in university

Yes we are

next up, energy

1.21 Exawatts has no basis I know of other than being a reference to the 1.21 Gigawatts used by the time machine from Back to the Future. 1 exawatt = 1000000000 gigawatts, so I guess Dr. Brown's machine was actually very fuel efficient.

The (exa)watt is technically not a unit of energy but rather of the rate of energy transfer (or how fast energy's being delivered in layman's terms).

I assume he means (exa) watt-hours, a multiple of the watt-hour, which is an energy unit handy for working with electricity calculations. This amount of energy is equivalent to a bit shy of 900000 megatons of TNT. However, if you could capture 100% of the sun's output (and I mean all of it, a la dyson sphere, not just what hits the earth, and with 100% efficiency) and store it, you could collect that amount of energy in just under 30 seconds. This amount is also probably larger than the consumption of humanity over the last 60 years. It is in fact larger than the energy consumed wordwide between 1800 and 2010 by a factor of about two, going from adding and converting the data here.

https://www.encyclopedie-energie.org/en/world-energy-consumption-1800-2000-results/

Helium 3 is an isotope of helium with a nucleus made of 2 protons and 1 neutron (unlike normal helium which consists of 2 and 2 of each).

Because it's a very light gas, it tends to float away from the earth and get swept off into space much like regular helium does, and it is believed that larger amounts of it will be available on the moon, where it is formed naturally in a slow but steady supply when natural lithium is bombarded with neutrons from cosmic rays. Helium 3 can theoretically function as fuel in a fusion reactor, having the advantage that it does not release neutrons in the reaction, meaning it does not bombard other materials inside the reactor making them radioactive (and He-3 is not radioactive itself either).

The big issues are its low availability and the fact that a reactor for this fuel would need even higher temperatures than the reactors we are experimenting with today, and we are barely starting. On that note, Tsukasa eating chip

These robots are very strange, they walk on their claws, only having wheels at the back and carrying what looks a lot like an old time minecart. If anyone knows what the name Johnny 7 might be referring to, let me know. So far I can see that there was a sentient robot named Johnny 5 in the 1986 film Short Circuit, which looked like this.

I could also note that the robots have "Battery A" and "Battery B" noted on them.

It might just be a coincidence, but I like to think it might be a nod to an early project in the series, the cellphone.

The cellphone had two battery packs, the lead acid pack to run the vacuum tube filament, and Gen's manganese battery pack, which ran the tube anode. Historically these two battery packs were designated "A" and "B".

For the record this is also the reason you can buy AAA, AA, C, and D size cells, but no B batteries. Those batteries used to exist, but they don't anymore, since the equipment they powered is long obsolete. Next up, Chrome has a flashback to Ruri's flashback.

Kirisame's headpiece has reverted to the seldom seen spiral horn version, she is most typically seen with the one shaped like cat ears.

Next up:

No, I will not apologise

This does not seem to be the same restaurant mentioned in chapter 43, though I guess it could have changed, since Senku seems older (might it be the restaurant in the sky tree?)

Also Senku puts on Byakuya's coat that was on the back of his chair.

Speaking of chapter 43...

Ukyo is not well

It's no longer Nanami Corp, it's just Ryusui

To conclude, my take on what is happening

It's been hinted multiple times that we may see the involvement of alternate timelines, which comes as an answer to the occurence of a paradox if Senku were to travel back in time or even just contact himself. The title of the chapter comes to echo this. Higher dimensions have been a bit of a popular topic lately with people making games in four dimensions, etcetera. This however is not that by the looks of it, the fourth dimension mentioned would be an additional time dimension, which can be interpreted as the existence of convergent or divergent timelines. One of the less obvious things that remain to be seen is how Byakuya (or someone pretending to be him) knew when and where to contact someone in a different timeline. We also don't know where in time they are located. It is assumed at first that the incoming message is from the future but if we are dealing with a parallel universe it may as well be coming from the past or even be coming in in "real time" (as if such concepts of relative time held up in multidimensional time).

Suika cute pose

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Spider Siblings headcannons and dynamics

Name headcannons:

Johnathan Baldovino Bianchi (Arackniss)

Anthoney Lorenzo Bianchi (Angel Dust)

Marcella Elisabetta Bianchi (Molly)

*As the oldest Arackniss is the default leader of the group, except when it comes to social settings, then he'll pass it over to the twins.

*Arackniss is an introvert, Angel an extrovert, and Molly falls somewhere in between.

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Talks a lot: Angel and Molly

Listens: Arackniss

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*Because of his more stoic and broody nature as well as his conventionally good looks Arackniss had a lot of "fan girls" during his school days. He did not notice this at all, but the twins did. They were practically beating off half the neighborhood girls with sticks and Arackniss still did not believe them when they told him. In his mind it just wasn't possible because he was just some guy with social anxiety who liked to collect marbles and stamps. (Bro is hella autistic actually but this was the 1910s-40s and society don't have a word for that yet)

*I know its confirmed in cannon that Angel is gay and to add to that I'd think it be really funny if Molly was a lesbian. Just so both of them can joke about being the "gay twin". Arackniss I headcannon as demisexual though he isn't all that interested in relationships as is.

*Arackniss calls the twins Twiddle Dum (Molly) and Twiddle Idiot (Angel)

*Of course the twins retaliate back with a shit ton of short jokes and nicknames

*After the twins hit their growth spurt around age 9 Arackniss remained the shortest of the bunch with Angel and Molly towering above him. Despite that he will always put himself between his siblings and whatever danger they've gotten themselves in. The twins in turn will sometimes still hide behind their older brother whenever they feel particularly anxious, though they will both deny this.

*Arackniss can and will smack the twins upside the head whenever they do something stupid

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Molly: You can't hit me! I'm a girl!

Arackniss: You're a bitch at best.

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Angel: You can't hit me! I'm the baby!

Arackniss: A really fucking annoying baby.

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*Will steal food from each other and say "I'm just checking if it's poisoned!"👀😋

*Whenever the twins wanted something they'd burst into Arackniss is room and in a serious tone said: "I have a proposition for you."🙏 Arackniss would just roll his eye and ask "What the fuck do you want now?" (This is an actual thing my brothers used to do to me and still do sometimes as grown ass adults 😑)

*Their favorite form of sibling bonding is going to the movies or plays together. And being that they lived in New York there was always something new playing.

*Arackniss likes westerns and sci-fi, Molly likes mystery, thriller, and horror, and Angel likes rom-coms, dramas, and musicals

*They also like to sit around the radio and listen to the shows and broadcasts together

*Molly is a snack goblin and is always munching on something. She always has snacks on her person at all time.

*Angel is a drink goblin and has several different drinks at hand that he's sipping on.

*Arackniss has a sweet tooth but refuses to admit it. His favorite sweets are salt water taffy and caramel candy.

*If any of them go out and see something the other would like they'll usually buy it for them then toss it in their face once they get back home

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Angel: *just getting back home*

Arackniss: *laying on the couch, minding his business*

Angel: *full force chucks a back of candy at him as he walks by* Here, don't say I never give ya nothing!

Arackniss: ???

Angel: *leaves to his room*

Arackniss: Fucking thanks?? I guess??

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*Molly is a book worm and used to read aloud to her brothers before bed when they were little

*Arackniss is the only one who likes and understands sports, the twins will still enthusiastically cheer for whatever team their brother is cheering for in the moment

*Angel and Molly where in the church choir while Arackniss was an alter boy

*Religion trauma:✨️Catholic guilt edition✨️

*As the only girl Molly was expected to learn homemaking and house work to help out her mom. But their mom also made the boys help out as well, despite their father's protest, because she was not going to have "useless and lazy freeloaders" under her roof

*They switch out chores sometimes if they don't want to do certain tasks. Molly hates doing dishes, Angel can't stand to sweep and mop, and Arackniss would rather die than do laundry.

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Molly: I'll have you know I am a dignified and delicate young lady!

Angel, muttering under his breath: Yeah, as delicate as a bulldozer.

Arackniss, in a low mumble: Or an atomic bomb.

Molly, full force punching their shoulders: I heard that you little cretins!

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*Angel is the best cook out of all 3 of them, Molly is better at baking, and Arackniss can just barely do the bare minimum

*Molly and Angel are very good at crafts: sewing, knitting, embroidery, beading, most tactical crafting that can keep them occupied with their hands.

*Arackniss can draw; mainly sketches in a little black notebook he keeps on him. He'll do a bit of water color painting if he knows their father won't be around for a while.

*Arackniss has an infinite amount of patience, except when it comes to the twins. Siblings just get under your skin like that and the twins can easily make their older brother lose his shit.

*Both the twins have a pretty nasty temper but Molly had a better grip on it than Angel. This is mainly because like most girls during that time (and even now) she had to learn to bottle everything down and put other's emotional and mental needs before her own.

*Angel tends to get angry on other people's behalf. Like if you insult him he'll tell you off at worst but if you insult someone he cares about he'll beat your ass.

Arackniss: Eldest daughter syndrome, always expected to look after his siblings and put family first before anything, forced to be his father's perfect soldier, never even asked if this was the life he wanted just told to do it.

Molly: Overlooked middle child, expected to be dainty and perfect when she's just as rowdy and rough as her brothers, a smart girl who loves to learn but was forced out of school to help keep house, forced into an abusive marriage she couldn't escape from.

Angel: Black sheep and family disappointment, a gay effeminate man in the 1940s surrounded by a machismo obsessed mob family, nearly beaten to death and threatened to be sent to an institution, ran away and spiraled down into near madness leaving a trail of destruction.

*They flat out refuse to call each other by their "Dead" names, its kind of like asking your siblings to call you by the nickname your friends call you, that's never gunna happen. They will only ever be Johnny, Tony, and Marcie to each other.

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Angel: I love you guys but-

Molly and Arackniss: Pfft, no the fuck ya don't!

Angel: Bitch let me finish my damn sentence!

[vince-linder]

[Broken] City of Dreams

And "little" writing to the piece under the cut

Half a year ago Johnny left Nightcity after all that happened in Mikoshi, with his new body, he headed down to Texas in the hope of forgetting all that happened and starting over. 

But he was back in Nightcity, back in this shithole that only could take lifes and friends away from you. He took a long walk through the busy streets, the guitar strapped to his back, before he walked up a bunch of stairs just to reach the top of the megabuilding 10, sitting down on the edge there and looking over the city, just as he and V did in the last moment before attacking Arasaka Tower. One of the last heartfelt talks they had. Johnny pulled the guitar into his lap and played a few chords, just to feel less surrounded by silence.

"Hey V. God, this is so pathetic. I know you are not there anymore, but I still have my hopes high that you may nonetheless be listening, somehow. I mean what do I know bout that whole netrunner shit."

He took a deep long breath, staring down at the neon lit city, taking a look at billboards and anything close, deep down hoping for a sign that V was indeed with him, listening to him. But as so very often, radio silence. By now V probably was just another AI ghost trapped behind the blackwall. Johnny looked down at his guitar and started to play the song he worked on lately. Just some sappy shit to get through all that happened since he woke up in Vs head. After a moment of trying to strum the chords he paused again, feeling like his thoughts were extra unfocused today. 

Maybe it was just one of those days. 

"It's been half a year since we, I, left Mikoshi and I still cannot grasp it all. Your last words still ringing in my ears and I feel like I hitted the repeat button one too many times. Still wearing your stupid face, only changed to a more me fitting clothing style. But deep down it still didnt feel like it all belongs to me. This is still your body, not mine. Tho I think, maybe one day, I get used to it.

Oh fuck V. I thought, leaving this shithole of a city behind for a bit, would help me find my peace, once and for all. But Just sitting in the countryside of nowhere in Texas made me only feel more restless, and the silence there is so fucking deafening."

Johnny closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the inner turmoil but not ready yet to just give in and sit here like a kid and cry. In the end he was still Johnny fucking Silverhand and not some pussy. He tried to listen to the sounds of the city to focus his mind again. Gunshots, shouting, loud honking, an AV just flew over his head. In the distance he could hear some song, too silent to clearly understand the lyrics, but with a soothing melody. Almost sounded like it could be some of the new songs from Kerry.

"And back here, I talked a bit to Rogue and Ker, but they both dont fully understand my struggle, they never did. Not in 2020, and not now.

 It just feels like back than and it takes my all to not just fall back into all my old, bad habits again. So far I didnt smoked nor drank once in your body, but it gets harder every day, the urges are still there. I really dont know what I should do with the second chance you gave me, V. May it would have been better if you kept the body and tried to cure the shit just. But so? We both know I just gonna waste it in the end."

Johnny flinched, the old phantom pain of his cybernetic arm was racing through his shoulder and spine, despite not being there. He stared at his, at Vs old, left arm, all skin and good. Well, synthskin since Johnny fully got the Blades in it removed. But still, it looked natural, and he knew that V never once had this weird phantom pain he knew so far too well. Johnny rubbed a few times over his lower arm, trying to sooth the not even aching muscles, but hoping that the phantom pain would vanish if he tried enough. It was always like this, in situations where he would be stressed, the arm would start hurting, or worse, start talking to him. Gladly, that part didn't start over again since he got Vs body. Somehow they both never had any problems with cyberpsychosis, despite V being chromed out like hell. A small sigh left Johnny as the pain slowly got better.

"Oh V, why did you think that would be the right idea, hu? You make me think twice with your decision of giving your life for my stupid one. Doing anything dangerous, or well, like I did in my old life, feels like I would throw away this fucking big present you made. Why did you think my life was worth more than yours, V. I dont get it. People here are missing you, and I can never take your place fully."

The guitar long forgotten on his lap, now fell down on the concrete beside Johnny, as he pulled his knees up to place his head on top. He really felt overwhelmed and his oh so strong and stoic masquerade was about to break. Johnny just wasn't used to just feel his emotions, instead of drowning them in drugs.

[greatalastoraltruist]

One thing that stops me up on my Alastor & Roo deal theory is I can't pick which version I prefer.

Scenario A: he somehow made a deal for his soul with her back when he was alive and that kickstarted his being a serial killer

Scenario B: back when he was alive, he used the body of one of his victims to summon Roo and pledged his service in exchange for power. Imo that would help explain how he was powerful enough to wipe out so many overlords right after coming to hell

Scenario C: when he first came to hell, he somehow found Roo and made a deal with her where she gave him enough power in exchange for his disrupting the status quo and wiping out a bunch of overlords that she never deemed worthy of the position to begin with.

None of these feel fully right tho esp cause his words in his radio tower were 'Once I figure out how to unclip my wings'. This implies that he is capable of being even more powerful, but his deal for some reason limits what he can do. Why would the literal embodiment of the Root Of All Evil want one of her subjects' abilities limited?

Maybe he nearly tried to take over hell 7 years ago? Maybe that messed with Roo's long-term goals and so she forced him to enter some kind of deal that prevented his doing it again? That train of thought just leads me right back to my idea that Alastor is making himself Charlie's friend/mentor as a first step in his plan to try (again) to take over hell. I really think he sees her as his very naive golden ticket.

Idk, anyone else got any ideas on these trains of thought?

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Shōji Yokō's FTEs

[Part 1]

Date: April 10th, 2010

*walks out of the recording studio and seem tired* Woo, geez my voice is tired - I guess you were right about the genre change needing a lot of work; I figure death metal require screaming but you don't scream.

*gives Ibuki a water bottle* Here, I recommend you drink this - it'll help your throat from growing tired.

Oh hey thanks, so I should be drinking water?

Well it's warm, it'll help with your vocal range and you don't hurt your voice at so just drink that and will keep practicing.

I was often advise to drink warm water and unsweetened coconut water but I had a bad experience with coconuts so I tend to avoid that stuff.

Oh really? Sorry about that, well if not that then try herbal tea, low sugar plant based milk such as soy, low sugar and low acid juices and low sodium bone broth - usually those would help you out.

Oh yeah, I think my mom told me to drink that stuff before a concert so I don't strain my voice.

She even say don't drink milk either which is too bad since I really like milk.

Well your mom has some good advice you should take it next time.

Also just do breathing exercises to help with the range of your voice too; it should make singing a lot easier for you and I suggest hums as well to help with your throat muscle.

Whooa, despite being the Ultimate drummer you sure know a lot about vocal stuff; do you do singing as well?

Well... not really, it's just some tips I heard when my band perform at Tokyo Radio Tower and concerts, and I don't see myself singing all that much...

Oh but I did remember a time when the lead singer in our band was really sick and couldn't make it, it was a really important show too.

Holy crap, really?! What happen did you guys do?

Yeah, I think since mine and his voice were similar we decided I perform in his place.

I... will admit I was nervous since I never sung on stage at all or knew how, I didn't want to let anyone down; especially as this was on the spot too... I had to improvise...

But after getting comfortable and practicing a bit with my voice, I was able to learn to sing and the concert was a success.

Dude, that is like totally awesome man! It's no wonder your an awesome vocal coach, you got practice!

I remember my band mostly pick me because my singing voice was good for pop music even if it wasn't a genre I wasn't into but I wanted to perform.

Oh, right... you don't like pop music and prefer death metal, right?

Yeah and I had to perform pop music but I started to grow tired of it and wanted to change but we all had different genres we like.

It's why we all split up due to creative differences; we just wanted to take the band in certain directions but we weren't sure.

Yeah I kinda get that, it's usually hard to decide what music you want to do.

But hey, it's good to get out there and experiment, so glad to see you trying a different genre.

Wow, thanks Shoji - your the best!

*drinking the water* Ah, it's really refreshing after practice, thanks a bunch dude.

So are we gonna keep practicing like this?

Well yeah, gotta get practice in, but you should take breaks every once in a while.

You got it captain, I sure am enjoying this a lot more then I thought I would! Let's keep going after this break!

*After Ibuki takes a break and drinking water, she goes back to practice*

[kedreeva]

Steddie + Richard Siken Quotes

If you're wondering about some other nice Siken quotes to go with these boys, since i have most often seen the jacket one, here's a bunch more:

"The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you"

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him"

"I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them."

"He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand." (hello Steve looking intently at Eddie while Eddie tries to tell him about Nancy)

"I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is."

"You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired. And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile."

"Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more."

"Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other."

"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story."

"Because people die. The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does."

"I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful. It really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube… We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns."

"For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero."

"You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet."

"And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them, and you realize the person who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be"

"I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back."

"This is my favorite part. It starts and ends here. The pebbles shine, the plan worked, Hansel Triumphant. Lesson number one: be sneaky and have a plan. But the stupid boy goes back, makes the rest of the story postscript and aftermath. He shouldn’t have gone back."

"Don’t leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you. [...] Leave the lights on. [...] I’m in the hallway again, I’m in the hallway. The radio’s playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice."

Anyway. Enjoy.

[alaffy]

Only Murders in the Building, Ep. 4x08 – Lifeboat (Spoilers)

Welp, back to square one…

Just going to quickly gloss over the beginning in order to get to the good parts.  Oliver and Loretta are planning to get married over the weekend.  The Movie Trio are now officially helping with the investigation (at least, right now).  Apparently, Charles’ obsessive compulsiveness has something to do with controlling his anger.  Apparently, there was some incident…

Okay, so the family aren’t actors, but run a restaurant that Dudenoff used to go to.  Christmas guy was an actor who took Dudenoff’s class as he wanted to improve his craft.  Eyeptach Guy loves film and, after his wife died, took the class in order to meet people.  They all formed a connection with Dudenoff, who apparently was a widower himself, and each other during their weekly card games.  It turned out Dudenoff and his wife would by the apartments, back when they were cheap, in order to use as extra rooms (like a place for the wife to teach music) or to let people crash occasionally.  But, after the wife died, Dudenoff was left with an empty floor.  He decided that, as he knew everyone was struggling with affordable housing, that he could help his newfound friends.  The group (or so they say) cashed Dudenoff’s checks to keep up the ruse of Dudenoff living in the city, while believing he had left the country. 

Except…

Mebel has contacted Helga on the radio.  Helga was a locksmith, a business inherited from her father, and she’s the one who put the lock on his door (because Dudenoff always forgot his keys).  They bonded over “Perfect Strangers” and “Oh Hell” and she joined the card game.  And then she got one of the apartments.  So, they all lived togther on that floor for a few years.  Then, one day (the day Dudenoff was killed as we see the power surge from the incinerator) she found a note on her door supposedly from Dudenoff and a check inside.  At this point, the others stopped talking to her and really started paying attention to the podcast.  She believed they killed Dudenoff, or made him disappear, and so she left. 

The Trio show the bone of Dudenoff (they were allowed to keep that?!) to the Westies.  We then find out that everyone from the West Tower got a letter that night…to attend Dudenoff’s funeral in the basement, but they can’t tell Helga.  Turns out Dudenoff was dying and once he’s dead, well, those apartments go away.  So, he’s just taken a bunch of pills and, once he dies, he wants the group to put his body in the incinerator and cash the checks. He didn’t want Helga to know because he reminded her of her father.  It sounds farfetched, except Dudenoff recorded a final film confessing all of this (mostly to show to Helga in case she figured it out). 

So, they didn’t kill Dudenoff; but they did burn the body. So, as of right now, it looks like the Dudenoff story is just a giant red herring.

Except…

At the end of the episode, Helga lets The Trio know she had been talking to Sazz over the Hamm radio about the plot holes in the podcast.  Helga says that Sazz said she had a protégé who had screwed up badly and “would be the death of her.”  Long story sort, it’s Glen. 

Okay, so…

It seems like Sazz and Glen were the targets; just the timing made it look like the person was after The Trio.  The killer is likely someone who also works in movies (who knows how to shoot).  Beyond that…

Yeah, I’m at a loss.  Because how does this tie back into the notes and the dog from season one?  Unless the person knew Sazz was investigating the loose ends and was using that information to make it seem as though the killer lived in the building. 

But then who wrote the notes and poisoned the dog?  Well, the show has been renewed for a fifth season, so it could be it will be another red herring for this season; but something that will be dealt with in season 5.