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Drew an astral bootleg of Squirey for my brother's bday! Hopefully drawing it will spawn the little fella into existence lol
#cassette beasts#squirey#cassette beasts bootleg#my art#wanted to play into the galaxy theme of astral types#me 🤝my brother: blorbo-ing a lil guy with a spear
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idk what im gonna do with splice but wanted to draw them with my main sonadow brats sooooooo sibs 🫠 !!
#sonic fankid#sonic fanchild#sonadow fankid#six the hedgehog#void the tenrec#i play favorites and she's the fave child#splice the hedgehog#mf art tag#mf doodles#void wants to bite their ankles like the annoying little crusty white dog she embodies#six would absolutely hate splice mfs who look like bootleg toys are bad news
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Does anyone else get the thing of like you're already so obsessed with something that you're like it would probably be good if I was less obsessed with this / I need to shut up about this but at the same time you constantly find yourself thinking I have Got to get more obsessed with this. I have Got to get more obsessed
#its the thing of like i really want to spend more time on this but also i feel like i shouldnt spend all my time on it so i try to reel it#in but im not particularly good at doing that anyway so i really am like i should just say fuck it and immerse myself even more however#its hard because the more i do that the harder it is to reign it in when i do actually need to#but theres so much i want to research and learn and also do and spend time on where im like i have Got to dedicate more of my time to this#while at the same time being like this is already taking up so much of my time but also because i worry that it is i end up wasting a lot o#time that i could be spending getting more obsessed with this thing. soooo idk but i dont know if that makes sense#its like how im also really bad at working on music becsuse i know when i sit down i will lose several hours so i avoid it but then i end u#not playing music...but i would be happier if i let myself just lose myself in it but then idk. im bad at like Setting aside time for thing#its always all or nothing which is frustrating!!!!! but its like my worry is i wont be productive in other ways but im not anyways so#it doesnt actually matter... sooooo yeah i have Got to get weirder . i have got to just let myself get weirder asap#i think this is also part of the late diagnosis thing of i spent my Entire life forcibly repressing my interests and cutting myself off fro#them after being told i need to. but actually i can just be weird but its really hard to let yourself do that without shame but it is#unjustified in this instance therefore i should take the opposite action and just keep doing it sooo im gonna do that. bye!#i am gonna go listen to bootlegs for approximately 5 hours
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I have such an important interview tomorrow and instead of trying to prepare, I'm obsessing over She Kills Monsters. Like a responsible person.
#idek why i remembered skm. like what made me remember it#i was just scrolling tumblr and all of a sudden remembered the best play ever created#and had to obsess over it. instead of preparing#idek how to prepare tho tbh#the interview is for an office position at the aummer camp ive worked at for six years#the director gave us all a question to rhink on so i need to think on that#and i guess also what i want the position to look like because theyre changing it up this year#and why im good for the position and why i want it#okay i have a solid starting point now#i also might reach out to the guy that did that position the last three years and ask him if he remembers any of his interview questions#idk. idk if ill get the position but i really want it. but unfortunately the other applicant is a really good friend#thats the tough part of working at a summer camp for awhile. you go for positions against aome of your best friends#last year i got an area director position over one of my close friends and i felt so bad when i got the news#idk im tired. maybe ill just wow the interviewer with my knowledge of skm and hope thats enough#i want to watch a bootleg tonight but i dont want to cry. but it would be the pefect thing to watch while i knit my dragon wing shawl#anyway. i shiuld go. maybe prepare. maybe just knit and think about skm
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Fucked up that nearly all the posts on 'how to build a ranger' are actually 'here's how to build a ranger that's the least like a ranger as possible!' I'm not picking ranger to play a rogue with no sneak attack, I'm picking ranger because I want to play a ranger.
#dnd#actually i'm playing a rogue/ranger multiclass#but i was trying to look up how to best use the ranger features and it's like--#'top 10 best options for rangers' numbers 5 through 1: 'this will let you emulate [insert non-ranger class here]'#jeez you don't have to play a ranger if you don't want to#if your dm doesn't want two of one class in the party then either get a new group#or respect their wishes and stop trying to bootleg rogue/druid/fighter
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I love men who love obscure shit it’s so nice to google the most specific combination of things hoping it’ll work out the way I want and some guy will be like ya! It works! I did it like this! Or no, but here’s this thing that has the functionality you need that does slightly better than what you’re looking at that’s not like that much more expensive considering the trouble of syncing your shit with a script being a total pain in the ass
#I love retro emulation so I have several men I have a deep respect for#I googled if I could cloud sync the saves folder with a specific handheld#the answer was no it’s not got Wi-Fi so it can’t do it automatically#HOWEVER! there’s a better handheld like what I found that has wifi and the same kind of stuff like custom operating systems that other#niche weirdos made to make the handheld work better#I love the bootleg gameboy people#it can handle ps1 and backwards plus some ds and n64 and psp#the model I want anyway the super basic ones can do ps1 and back#I just want portable apotris (customizable Tetris) and the various romhacks I’ve found and love deeply#also due to being either not born or under 6 years old#I never have played the games I found and thought I’d like#like a massive amount of classic jrpgs like the first 8 final fantasies I’d say 9 but I have beef with 9#plus a ton of fan translated classics#also there’s a guy on YouTube who just reviews and does technical guides for like 90% of these devices#and taught me retroarch I hold him in high esteem#I’m gonna retrain myself on the steam version of the program so I can plonk it into my frontend better and have cloud saves#it has made me so brave about digging into program files which no is not scary at all
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2 projects left and i am free this semester
#i finished a fuck load of practical exams#this finals push is something#anyways one of them was a stage play for 21st literature#phantom of the opera! i was a background dancer and backing vocals#i miss practice for it :(#i watched the royal albert hall perf and 2004 movie for it#i'm thinking of watching the other film versions too#all i ask of you & the reprise has been stuck in my head for like 2 weeks now omfg#i did mainly props for this project#the phantom mask and the don juan papers#i took home the papers some masquerade masks and 2 copies of the script we put together hehe#what else uhhm#oh for my birthday my dad bought me the aapi variant of dd#11 from this one guy#its on my like comic wall now hwhe#it's all iron fist lie this month lol#on oct-nov it was all the blindspot/muse covers i had#mm at some point i started a bloodborne file and couldn't decide on how i wanted to make my hunter to look so i just made a bootleg P ..#like from lop. lol#i plan to get a haircut and buy holiday gifts at some point this week#my actual holiday break doesn't start until the 17th because of the remaining project's due dates but i'm going to get my parts done sooner#i think that's all the interesting life updates i have?#a.talks#my apolocheese for the tags explosion. Again
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when i saw les mis us this year i saw the understudy for montparnasse and thought he was really good but now that im gonna see it again im hoping we get the og dude so i can see his portrayal as well
#it was ben cherington who i saw if you’re curious#very smooth skin#just dying over his interaction with eponine in look down#he was so sweet and fluffy and eponine giggled at him it was precious#also saw the understudy for eponine and LOVED HER SO MUCH#she’s one of my favorite eponines forever#i don’t like the main girl who played her i heard her in a bootleg and she got on my nerves#but i believe phoenix best is taking over which makes me squeal a little im kind of a fangirl#so i really hope to see an entirely new montparnasse and eponine#i mean ive been wanting to see les mis since i was like 9 and that was my first time (at 24) so i was wailing the whole time#so i probably missed a lot
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i have no idea what i'm doing but i have an snes soundfont pack and some of shinkonet's midi files and i just needed to know what that might sound like. i am in love
the rest of it isnt great (bc i have no idea what im doing) but i LOVE this part
#also nonrebloggable just bc 1) this is basically a wip and 2) not sure how shinko feels about remixes like this :0#he says credit properly and such to hypixel but uhhhh this is tumblr. tbh i do not know how to properly give credit here lmao#i cant figure out how to adjust the volume of different parts sorry <3 it sounds very overwhelming lol#but it is Exactly what i had envisioned in my head. i think about this stuff a lot hjfdgjk im obsessed with the snes sounds#video#I TRIED MY BEST WITH ONWARD TO UNKNOWN BUT IT WAS NOT WORKING OUT JKHFDG breathless encounter was rlly fun to mess with tho#also THE SLAP BASS IS FROM PANEL DE PON LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S MY FAVORITE INSTRUMENT SOUND EVER#i love you string ensemble 1 <333#hey did you guys know i like the super nintendo. have i mentioned that here#genuine question actually idk if i have. anyways i got my super nintendo out of my boxes today :0#cant find the power cable tho so i have to wait even longer to play panel de pon again 😔#give me back my bootleg cartridge. i want to see her ;-;#it's just sitting lifeless next to my tv :(#i have the switch library but it's not the same i want my controller so full of electric tape and replaced buttons and screws
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am having the weirdest issue w/ this dvd i bought online, where like, it plays but the video is deeply fucked up and jerky/skipping therefore unsyncing it from the audio (which is fine). BUT. only on the xbox. i found one single solitary review saying it ended up working fine on a regular dvd player and lo and behold, tried it on my dad's laptop and it's true! How? Why? Who Fucking Knows! Now i gotta go dig our fucking oldass dvd player outta basement storage bc lord knows neither my new laptop nor my old laptop has one -_-
it's fuckin weird, tho, right? Like, there were other amazon reviews mentioning the issue but just the one about the xbox vs dvd drive thing, and there were def other ppl positively reviewing the dvd itself and not just the movie (they mentioned the extra features). i also kept finding one-off comments on various reddit threads that mention the issue but never any resolution. i even logged on to facebook (gag) on my computer and scrolled alllllll the way back to 2017/2018 on the movie's official fb page and again. just the occasional comment about the issue and like 1 single reply on 1 comment mentioning the xbox thing ://///
#also its just. not a gr8 quality dvd? its NOT a bootleg but u could be forgiven 4 thinking so based on packaging#and the video is a lot more grainy than when i watched on streaming. AND theres no captions !!!! unforgivable imho#it shouldnt be a region issue bc wouldnt it just. not play then? plus its an american release anyways#im very annoyed tbh and i want a replacement not a refund but it doesnt give me that option on amazon.....#the aforementioned fb comment reply said that updating the xbox's firmware/software might resolve the issue#but we already have ours set to update automatically so it Should be up to date anyways......#ah well. literally only bought it bc of extra scenes/bts stuff but still :( be nice 2 not have 2 find and set up a whole nother device.....#ended up buying a digital copy plus the 2 others in the trilogy since they didnt even get physical releases.....#blegh. hate this digital movie library shit. i dont even know the signin for the microsoft account bc its a shared console!#i DID see some1 online say that they ripped the dvd and could then play THAT on the xbox but that is. beyond my limited knowledge#bro i dont even buy blurays idk wtf im doing here#the fb page does still seem 2 be updating abt recent projects but the website isnt up any longer so. 🤷#its not a Big Name Movie ig they have outright said on the fb page that eg. they couldnt afford 2 also do a bluray release or smth idek#this whole thing is baffling honestly
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the most frustrating thing about diy/craft projects for me is that i never know if i am doing something wrong, or if i just have higher standards than the people who made the tutorials i’m using.
like i’m trying to make some proxy cards for a game i’m playing since the cards are very expensive and i don’t want to take them out of their protective cases, and i’m using some guides i found online on how to make playing cards, but my results aren’t quite close enough to the real thing for my taste. i have no idea if that’s cuz there’s a step the guide creator assumed i would know about already and didn’t write down, i’m using the wrong product, or if me and the tutorial makers just have different definitions for what passes as a ‘professional looking’ playing card.
doesn’t help that they don’t include super specific details like how many coats of spray they used or how they set up the space they used to spray the cards, so i have no idea why i’m having so much trouble sealing my cards without getting them stuck to the table and stuff like that.
#personal bs#playing cards#bootlegs#i want the cards to look close enough to the real thing that i won't know what the card is when i'm not supposed to just cuz it stands out#if i can tell it's a fake from across the table i'll wind up cheating by accident#since the entire rest of the deck is legit#but the only tutorials i can find are for making your OWN card game#so the entire deck would be fakes#any tutorial that would actually help me probably got taken down instantly cuz bootlegs are frowned upon#even tho i am personally not doing anything nefarious#the worst part is i got ONE card to turn out almost PERFECT#and have not been able to replicate it since#no idea why#i feel like i'm doing the exact same thing but for some reason getting different results#SO FRUSTRATING
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feeling kind of euphoric right now
#just did a couple of good hades 2 runs (in one of them i forgot i wasn't playing with death defiances and died at the end because i was#facetanking without caring about hp)#i think listening to the MOTUxPetrodraconic Apocalypse concert bootleg album and then the first two songs of Nordlige Rúnaskog by Osi and#Jupiter had something to do with it#god that album is almost overpowering by how grand it sounds#lœraðr is sooo good i love it#i should go to bed but i want to finish the album ):#( :)actually)
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1998 trigun literally wins because i was terrified that it would only be stampede and i was preemptively crying and hugging myself then the haul
#Listen to my problems#we win because when i asked told two artists i was happy to see 1998 merch they were both like Because we like 1998 better#and i got a few trimax vashes also we fucking win#that one artist who said they purposefully match every stampede merch with one 1998 merch is my fucking hero even though i didnt buy their#coasters. their extremely cute coasters. i told them if i still had money at the end of the day i would circle back but then i hit the#motherload near the end of the hall and lost all my money and more and i found the yaoi and TWO AWESOME 1998 VASH POSTERS#AND THEY WERE SO COOOOOOOL one even had the option of coming pre-peppered with bullets#i fucking win#1998 wins#i have no money now (grins) i love spending ...#some of these artists are genuinely my heroes though .... like the guy who made a little standee and gave knives a fat ass ...#it was so funny that i was forced to buy him and vash as a set theyre holding cutlery#i left wolfwood out of everything because every trigun decision i make is targeted to piss off vash/wood shippers#because i hate their ship. but also my friend and i found kv stuff at doujima which was so scary to me ...#i would respect the brevity and efficiency of having a ship name thats two letters but i hate their ship#and then my friend told me the bad news that there was at least three kv shippers at the con i thought it was just that one guy#i dont care anymore because i didnt buy anything from them despite being happy but hehe merchandise .... the designs were cute though ...#AND I SAW THREE OFFICIAL VASH PLUSHIES and two bootlegs !!!! and i brought my own bootleg everyone fucking loved him#they all wanted a picture of him in his crib because they were all so pleased that hes a baby#the very first person i saw with a plush made me take it out so they could play together and make them kiss and their friends i think were#filming and one of them went (gasp) selfcest .... and i was like (voice crack) NOOOOO#theyre funny ... thank god ! i had fun today i really did
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me when i’m pet sitting at my sister’s place and she has crunchyroll: time to rewatch bsd 🤩
#i’ve been wanting to rewatch for a While but i refuse to pay for crunchyroll and#i also refuse to go back to watching anime on bootleg ass sites on my laptop#i should rly just get an hdmi cable so i can play the bootleg ass site on the tv
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The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 3)
I deadass wrote part one as a one shot. Is this what peer pressure is? I love it.
It would have been easy to forget you, your soul was his anyways so the real fun had already finished. But that pesky video hit most streamed in 24 hours, he couldn’t even walk to the butcher without hearing you scream his name from errant phones. Surely there was a way, even from hell, to finish what he started and get you out of his system.
⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣
tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, soft Alastor, unprotected sex (duh?), creampie, edging a little, feelings, Valentino exists, Vox also exists, literally wrote this split screen with part 2 on the right side so I could line it up right like he does hehe, Alastor has a bad time
tag requested: @astraechos , @thekanrojimitsuri2 , @hoeforalbedo , @crazylazybabyk , @oddball08 , @lovingyeet , @just-trash-yeah-thats-it , @random-3455 , @alicehasdrowned , @des-deswain5621 , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @doctorswife221b
When Val released, ‘The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice’, it immediately went viral. The website crashed, downloads surpassed his wildest, horniest dreams.
It’s scary but also hot? ☆☆☆☆☆
Eat me Mr. Radio Demon!
I’ve never wanted to be a pussy so much in my life.
The reviews were all favorable, the comments rolling in, it was perfect.
Until Vox said it wasn’t. He had seen the video, but figured no one would care about seeing Alastor fuck anything. It wasn’t the success that got under his skin, it was the wave of positive attention it brought Alastor. Suddenly everyone was tuning in to his broadcasts, little miss princess’s hotel was busier than ever.
And it was ubiquitous. Every screen seemed to feature Alastor’s breakout role.
“I said pull it, Val!” Vox slammed his hands on Valentino’s coffee table.
“Vox, baby, you’re being really sensitive about this. I’m literally fucking piles of money right now. Actual piles of money, like, person sized piles.” Val took a drag of his cigarette, “Its good for business.”
“Would you rather fuck money, or me?” Vox’s screen glitched.
Val leaned his elbows on his knees, “That’s a really difficult question for me and I think you know that.”
“Augh! Val! Think of the big picture! That obsolete dickhead gaining attention means gaining power. And that’s bad for business.”
Val’s eyes fluttered, “What if we like, say it wasn’t him?”
Flashes of Alastor’s face fazed in and out of focus across Vox’s screen, your body flipping over, a mess of tentacles writhing.
Val took off his glasses, “Oh yeah, that’s pretty obviously him.”
“What is?” Vox’s face splintered back to the screen.
“Do you—- do you not know you’ve been like,” Val used his cigarette to gesture at Vox’s face, “just straight up playing his porno?”
Vox’s hands flew to his screen, “No! Fucking shit! What the fuck!!” He picked up a vase and threw it across the room, “Wipe it clean off the server! Delete it! Ban it’s fucking streaming! End of discussion!”
Val shrugged, he owned every bootleg distributor in the pride ring. He’d pull it and up the price threefold for illegal downloads. “Whatever you want, amorcito.”
Alastor was quite happy the video went ‘underground’ of sorts. The first month after you left, he was plagued by the sound of your voice. Everywhere he went it seemed you were screaming his name, every phone and television a conduit for you.
What really bothered him though, was the reaction others had to him. Where once sinners leapt from his path and set theirselves on fire to avoid him, now people winked and waved. It made his skin crawl. When alive, at the peak of his radio show fame, it wasn’t uncommon to have fans approach him in jazz clubs. But the decorum of 1930's jazz fans was a far cry from the brazen displays of desire from the citizens of hell.
“Perhaps I should have thought it through?” He mused.
“Ya think?” Rosie put her tea down, “Was it worth it, at least?”
He mulled the question over. Worth it? Well, he had your soul. Which is grand. But you weren’t even in hell to be called upon. What did he really get from the deal? Alastor brought his palm to his face, already feeling the blush spreading. Rosie's chuckle didn't help. He did get something. You'd been gone a month, and each day he woke up having forgot you existed. And every night he lied down to rest and imagined your eyes staring back at him. Did he want to fight you, or surrender, when he saw that look? When the silk tie had fallen from your face, slipping down your nose to reveal your intense stare...He thought his heart had stopped. For every ounce of resilience in your voice he found a pound of fury in your gaze. What poor luck Valentino had been given to receive you as an offering.
"Too soon to tell." He leaned back, finally dropping his hand.
“Well it seemed you had a good time… not that I could see much through the green glow and all that static noise. Really spoiled the climax with that move, Alastor dear."
Alastor’s eyes were saucers, “Rosie. Are you implying-,”
“What?” She drew out the word, “I thought you weren’t into those things so of course I was curious!”
He sighed, “I’m not.”
Rosie pushed the teaspoon around her cup with one finger, “Sure looked like you were.”
He crossed his arms, indignant, “You don’t have to have an appetite to enjoy a meal.”
“Message received loud and clear dear! I won’t bring up the subject again.” She cackled and changed the topic to the latest gossip around the colony.
Another night staring at the ceiling, mind ghosting over the idea of you. He felt like he his sanity was unraveling Leaving his bed, he stepped barefoot onto the grass of the swampy forest he materialized into his room when he moved in to the hotel.
With an outstretched hand, Alastor felt for your connection. He couldn’t see it, but the weight of the chain connecting your soul to him sunk into his palm. Curious, he wrapped his fingers around the invisible links and pulled.
With a soft green glow, you rose from the grass.
His breath hitched, he hadn’t expected that. “It seems our deal really did stick, didn't it?" walking towards you, Alastor dropped to his knees at your feet. You were on your side, unmoving.
His head cocked to the left, ears turned in. Alastor crawled toward you, rolling you onto your back and opening your legs. He slotted himself there, “Hellooo,” He took your face in his both of his hands, elbows resting beside your ears, “Are you… sleeping, dear?”
This is ridiculous.
Alastor inspected your face; peaceful. It was a new sight for him, he'd really only ever seen you in some kind of rage or lost in pleasure. His hand slid down your body, realizing you were in the robe still. He laughed, but realized it was for no one. "Are you really going to sleep, hmm?" He hooked his hands under your knee and brought it up around his hip.
Nothing.
"I'm starting to get offended, dear." He leaned down and whispered into the crook of your neck. "If you don't wake up-" He slid down, the robe open enough to let his breathe ghost over your stomach. He stopped. He couldn't do anything to you while you slept. It was void of any enjoyment for him. Without your reactions, it was just....pointless. While he did enjoy your performance in the studio, he was taught to show respect for those of fairer means. A sleeping partner fell into that category.
He reached beneath you and straightened your robe that had bunched there under your body. Placing your leg back down by your ankle, he began pulling the collar up and closed it snuggly.
He stood there for a second, looking over you. It worked. You're here again. His mother had taught him that the human soul was most vulnerable at night. When asleep, the soul could wander from the body and travel earth and beyond. She even said people could train themselves, and with practice, remember their journeys even after waking.
Kneeling down, Alastor pushed your hair from your face, "Don't forget. What fun is there in that?" The shadow beneath your body shimmered neon green before you were swallowed by inky darkness and Alastor was once again, alone.
After his mother died, Alastor was often alone. Most of his time, really. Well, there were people always around. But they were staff, or hangers-on, or women looking for a comfortable life. They were dancers and bootleggers and musicians. Which was fine and grand. But, they never saw him. He never let them, they never tried. He was the radio host. The great dancer. The southern gentleman. The killer. The cannibal. The deer in the woods. Not a single person ever looked at him on earth and saw him. Which was precisely what he wanted, and manufactured with his wide smile and good manners.
So when your eyes bore into him from that tacky studio set, and he felt suddenly naked in front of you, he knew you were looking at the him. You saw him.
It was worth it. Alastor was willing to admit that to himself.
Over the next couple days, he would randomly try to pull you to him. Through out the day, in different places, he would summon your soul and wait. Nothing. It confirmed his theory, your soul was only able to leave your living body while you were asleep.
In the privacy of his room, Alastor paced the space between grass and carpet. What was this feeling? Nerves? He hadn't felt nervous since he was a child.
But, what was causing him a pause, was if he summoned you and you didn't appear. Maybe it had been a fluke? Maybe for the 7th time in 3 days he would pull on that connection and be left standing there, alone.
Still.
He ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain composure. Finally, he reached out for your ties to him, and pulled you into hell.
He held his breath, unconsciously.
With a glow, you appeared again before him. He was quick this time to approach you, setting beside you and leaning close to your face. Asleep.
"Is this my foreseeable future?" He asked, "Staring at you while you sleep, my doe."
Suddenly, you opened your eyes and met his. Reaching up, you grabbed him with both hands and pulled his face into yours. Your hands ran through his hair as you took him in a frenzied kiss. Alastor froze for a beat, but when your tongue licked at his bottom lip, he was brought back to the moment. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, rolling over yours and reaching as deep as he could. He felt like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. He really could, if he wanted to.
Alastor swung his leg over your body and straddled your hips. "Mon cher, you've finally joined me." His chest was rising and falling with excited breath.
"Alastor?" You tried to feel your body, but it was nowhere near you.
"Don't worry your pretty little head. You're still alive and well. I've merely borrowed your soul for the evening." He looked down at you, and finally, for the first time in what felt like months, your eyes fell to his face.
But today, they were soft and out of focus.
"Can you see me, my dear?" He leaned down slightly, trying to read the look on your face.
"Am I dreaming?"
He chuckled, "Perhaps we both are." With an exhale he wondered if he had been holding his breath this entire time. "No, this isn't a dream."
"I don't understand...but--," You lifted your arms towards him, "Should I say thank you? It was fucked, what happened." Your voice was slow, words a little slurred, "But, I'm home safe and sound now. You did what you promised me. I don't know if I'll ever see you again so...should I thank you now?"
Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, heavy and delayed.
Alastor leaned down over you, "You don't have to say anything." He used his knees to open your legs, and settled there. "Unfortunately, you've become a little worm in my mind." His hands slid under the silk robe you hadn't stopped wearing yet, "I'm hoping if I finally have you, I can...whet my appetite, and return to my normal self." He felt along your hips, hands stopping when he realized you were naked under the thin piece of fabric.
"I keep remembering," you covered your eyes with your hands, "that big hand of yours. And I realize, you never touched me past that."
He smiled, genuinely, truly, "Exactly! You understand the problem precisely. Shall we both have our fill and be done with it?"
You moved your hands to touch his ears, waiting for him to disappear at any moment, "Please. I'm so tired of missing someone I don't even know." He removed your hands, and you held them to your chest.
"My thoughts exactly, mon cher." He adjusted his hips, letting his crotch rub against your core. This was the closest he had been to you since you'd met. It was dizzying, and it felt like his skin was vibrating everywhere it met yours.
A soft moan left your throat, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Yes, it was you. This wasn’t his standard response to such sounds. Alastor sat up, his legs bent and knees at either side of your hips. Taking one of your hands from your chest, he placed a kiss on a digit. Then another. He kissed his way down your arm.
“So gentle. Weird.” You tried to focus on him, but your mind was still cloudy. The sensations were here but also so far away, too far away, in another lifetime all together.
“Was I not gentle before, all things considered?,” he continued his way down your arm.
You let your eyes drift to the sky, stars watching you from above, “More than him.”
His mouth went dry at the mention of Val, "I am many things more than him, darling." As his lips found your neck, he took a deep breath. "I can actually take my time now. No audience." He sucked a bruise, and released you with a pop. He presented two fingers to your lips, and without thinking about it you began to suck them. While you were slipping your tongue over and between his fingers, he moved to continue a trail of kisses and nips down your right arm.
"Get them nice and wet." He watched through half lidded eyes as you licked his long fingers. He knew he needed to remove his hips from yours, but the idea pained him. Finally, he took his fingers from you and swiped them over your entrance. Your chest jumped, so he did it again. He tried to push the fingers into you, but the resistance was more than he expected. You were wet, but tight. He let his middle finger slip inside you. So soft. So warm. His shadow tendrils allowed him some feeling but not this, this was something they kept to themselves.
"When was your last time, mon cher?"
Your mind searched for memories still left behind in your body somewhere, "In hell."
"You're in hell now."
"This doesn't feel like hell." You ground your hips onto his palm, trying to get that single digit slowly moving in you to come deeper, to become more. He replied by pushing in his pointer finger, erection becoming painful already as you let out a little moan. Bending them up, he began to make long thrusts past your g-spot. His mouth long stilled on your arm, staring at your face as you whimpered into the sky.
"Look at me."
Your eyes darted to him, half open and wet. Alastor felt his patience snap. Undoing his belt and zipper, he finally freed his cock. He ran his head between your entrance to your clit , gathering your fluids on him to ease his entry. Taking both of your legs, he held them at the ankles and set them on his left shoulder. With your hips slightly raised, he pressed into you.
With a hiss you dug your fingers into the dirt, body tensing instinctively. One of his arms hugged your legs to his chest, the other was now bruising your hips as he continued to push into you. With just his head in, he began fast and shallow thrusts. Every time making more progress into your warmth. The stretch burned, but the feeling of him forcing space into you for himself just made you wetter.
Finally, he bottomed out. He had no sense to still himself, shallow thrusts gave way to long, deep plunges. Alastor's breathing was filling the space around you, mixing with your own. Leaning back, he looked down at where you two were connected.
He withdrew slowly, nearly entirely, and pushed back in. Again. And again. It was intoxicating, how he felt himself melt into you. He'd had lovers in life, but never had he been with someone without a barrier of some sorts. Be that his well placed smile or latex. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. He almost regretted not trying earlier, as the sensation of your walls and arousal sticking to his cock and thighs was breaking him. Watching himself entirely disappear inside you, he closed his eyes. Everything was so hot, so tight, would he disappear entirely? Would he lost in the pleasure your body was so effortlessly giving? Was he the unlucky one?
Alastor pushed your knees up to your chest, using his body weight to hold them down as his paced picked up. You brought your dirtied nails to your own legs, holding on tightly. Desperately you needed something to tether you to the ground, keep you still against the twitches shaking your stomach and chest. You felt with any jolt to your nerves you'd fall off the world and drift into the night.
He felt the build up, his balls tightening and drawing in, he wanted to slow down-- he wanted to bring you there first but he couldn't stop the rutting of his hips. With a whine, Alastor's forehead came to rest on yours, hips smacking into you with a wet slap. "Look at me," He commanded again, and you obeyed. One of his hands came to your chin to hold your head still, "Don't you dare look away."
Struggling to keep your eyes open, he pushed into you with one final, deep thrust. His hands came down now to the ground around you as he pushed you into the grass. Hips stuttering, cock twitching in you. You'd never let anyone cum inside you before, the sensation of heat quickly filling your cunt made you tighten around him. "Good girl", He purred, jaw tight.
He pulled back slowly before bringing his hips down, sweat sticking to his forehead where it met yours. His pace was quickly becoming brutal, a hand finding its way to that little bud of nerves of yours. With rough pressure and hurried speed his thumb drew out your orgasm. When you came, you gasped out his name, craning your neck up to ghost your lips over his open mouth. As the pleasure surged from your center, you could feel your body again. He tried to keep his eyes on your eyes, but the overstimulation of your cunt trying to wring him dry forced him to shut them.
A light shone through his eyelids, startling them open again.
"Wait-!" He watched you get pulled away from beneath him. Before he could react, Alastor was on all fours in the forest, alone. Eyes wide, he pounded his fist against the grass. He tried to summon you back to him, to drag you to him but nothing happened.
He thought he'd gone crazy. Hands came to his head, smile pained as he tried to process what he was feeling.
No.
Not enough.
Too soon.
A growl ripped through his chest. This hadn't satiated him at all. No, he was worse off now. He was starved, he had nourishment ripped from his mouth and he as angry for it. Angry to hell, to Valentino, to the conditions of owning a living soul.
He did not even attempt to rest that night. Taking his time, he had to find composure again. Alastor managed to pull himself together after several hours of self isolation. After his heart stopped racing, after his hands stopped feeling phantom skin beneath them, he calmed his smile and went about his day.
When night returned, he couldn't help but stare into the forest domain. He wanted so badly to bring you to himself, but that want was terrifying. It was overpowering him, and he couldn't accept that.
Another night left, another day passed. Husk found Alastor's cruelty to be growing, his patience giving out at the smallest perceived slight. Angel stopped engaging entirely. Charlie found herself wanting to approach him, find out why it seemed his hair was always standing on end, his eyes sharp. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Alastor would pass through the halls like a raging specter. He wouldn't slow or acknowledge anyone.
He managed a week. Satisfied with his resolve, he waited for when night fell and he was sure you'd be deep asleep, yanked your soul from your body and into him. He felt rabid, like he his brain was catching fire. Finally when you materialized before him, he grabbed your face with his hand.
"My doe?"
Just like before, you stirred, and your hands immediately went for his hair. He pulled back, "Are you awake?"
"Am I dreaming? Alastor?" You looked drunk, mind struggling to process the change in scenery. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered above you, and you pulled him into a kiss. He happily returned it, hands quick to untie the robe you had taken as your own. He wasted now time in getting himself unsheathed and lined up with you, before he could enter you reached out to him, "I wanted to say--- thank you. I don't know if I'll ever really see you again."
The realization made his blood run cold. His mother's stories flooded back to him. It takes training, and time, to remember the travels of the wandering soul.
"You don't have to say anything." Alastor thrust into you, your body tense but not as resistant as before. When he was finally enveloped in you, he could feel himself calm. He didn't feel any need to be gentle this time around. He immediately set a bruising pace, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your ass as he forced your hips to meet his with every thrust. You gasped beneath him, eyes wandering up to the sky just past his head. He'd bring you to climax, wanting to drink in your expression, and to his horror as you choked out his name you were spirited away from him again.
Everyone on the floor heard Alastor's rampage. When Angel ran to get Charlie and Vaggie, they were scared to knock. With a steadying breath Charlie rapped the door, "Al? You okay in there?"
Suddenly, silence.
The door whipped open, Alastor smiling with half lidded eyes, "Why of course. What ever made you think otherwise?"
"The fuckin' sounds of carnage, maybe?" Angel looked past Alastor. The sofa shredded, coffee table in pieces. The wallpaper had been ripped down and torn to shreds. Charlie noticed the dirt under his nails, but Alastor coolly pulled his hands behind his back.
"Can I do something for you?" His tone was cold.
"I guess not, Al...," Charlie took in the damage, "Did something happen?"
Alastor smiled wider, "No," and closed the door. No one saw him the following day, which wasn't entirely unusual but it was weighing on Charlie. When Alastor finally appeared and announced he was going to Cannibal Town, she was elated. A chat with Rosie would surely bring him back to himself.
"I don't see the problem. You've got her soul, you can summon her to you, and you get a little," She searched for the word, "relief. Why do you look so pained, old friend?"
"You know better than most I have no interest in chasing women, Rosie."
"Yet..." She cocked her brow.
"It isn't about the release. I don't particularly need that. I never have." He huffed, the conversation already exhausting him, "When I would kill someone, I was God. Their life was in my hands. I took that power from them."
Rosie clicked her tongue, "And when she's in your hands?" Alastor hunched over his black coffee before remembering himself and straightening his back. "I've never seen you like this before, hun. You've got it bad, huh?"
"Personal connections like this, Rosie, are dangerous. I lost my self restraint entirely. It's a weakness." He fought to regain his smile, never knowing who could be passing by.
She tutted him, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. The difference between a strong man and an unstoppable man is having something to care about." Rosie leaned over and set her hand on top of his, "Imagine you walked into Val's studio right now and found her like you did a couple months ago. How would you react?"
His stomach wretched forward, if he saw you today, hanging from the ceiling? The stench of Valentino's cigarette smoke clinging to your hair, the marks where his hands had made contact with you? His hand under her's tightened, claws leaving marks into the wooden tabletop. "Do you feel weak right now, Alastor?" The hair on his ears was standing straight up, his now black eyes met hers, "You sure don't look it."
He’d remembered hearing something similar before from Vaggie. Could it be true? It was a precarious ladder. If he let himself be close to someone, then the person is in turn close to him, then that person knows him intimately, and then— they are a walking soft spot. Someone could take them and torture them for information. Or, hurt them to hurt him.
But, who would dare? A fire rose in chest at the thought. What was the point of power if he couldn’t have what he wanted? If he had to answer to others about his desires? To pursue strength and status was what he wanted but if that strength didn’t afford him freedom than what good was it, really?
"I say, not that you asked," Rosie smiled and withdrew her hand, "Could be nice to have a little company now and then. Plus, better than waiting 60 years or something for her to just die." She shrugged, "Now, eat. You look like a shit."
Rosie had a point, while your existence was fragile, it was still available to him.
For awhile, he would call you nightly. Alastor would fuck you into the grass, beneath the trees, under the stars. He learned your orgasm would wake you, and he would draw it out as long as he could. He'd edge you for hours, watching you sob for your release. Slowly, your consciousness became more and more solid during your meetings.
To his relief, his hunger for your presence calmed over time. He could handle a week or even two without sharing your company, and he noticed each time you seemed to recognize him more. You'd participate more, moan louder, scream his name and squirm from the pleasure. He relished trapping you underneath his wide shoulders, pulling you onto his lap as he fucked up into you.
He wasn't fond of the few times he summoned you and you were already wet, or smelling of cologne. He'd tease, "Lonely?" and when he'd fuck his back cum into you before helping you chase your own orgasm, he'd remind you, "You're mine, little doe. No one can replace me." And he'd feel his chest swell. Others had your body for the night, but your soul was his forever. With every meeting, he felt more like himself. And the nights you were screaming his name in the forest, and his horns were looming over you as he marked you over and over as his, he felt powerful.
Some nights, he'd call you to him to just let you rest. He'd enjoy a book, or some jazz over a meal, while you lied quietly in his bed.
The days he pulled you into hell and your hair smelled of the trees, of sweat and dirt, he would be gentler. He could feel the ache in your muscles, the tan on your cheeks, and sent you back.
One such night came, where he of course took your chains in his hand and tugged. But this time, when you arrived, your face was painted with anger. You were asleep still, and even when he whispered to you, you didn't wake. You were having a nightmare, from what he could tell. He took you to his bed, and let you settle.
You stayed there until waking up again in your bed.
And every night that week, he'd bring you to his bed and go about his tasks while you fought some demons in your head. He'd never seen you have a nightmare, and began to wonder if something was happening in the overworld.
Alastor was enjoying a deer carcass in his room, humming softly to himself, when a green light erupted on the floor.
He was well aware it wasn't night anymore, and that he hadn't brought you here. With a soft smile, he left his meal and approached the light. Slowly, your body rose from the darkness there. Not just your soul.
When you looked up at him, a smile on your lips and two small doe ears on your head, he grinned, "Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?" He offered you a hand up, "Welcome home.”
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so i cant see hadestown on bway in july anymore
#theres a bootleg of it with the obc and i have the cast rec so its not awful but seeing things live is just a different experience yk????#i really wanted to see perse.phone played by jewelle and also eva and reeve before they leave the show which im scared theyll do soon#im a bit upset but i mean its just Eh. sometimes life is like that ig
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