#cannibal hookers

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[flashfuckingflesh]

The Little EVIL in the Cupboard. "The Abomination" reviewed! (Visual Vengeance / Blu-ray)

Cody’s devout mother has a large tumor growing in her lung.  Her piety believes will cure her from the ailment or so says the televised evangelical priest Brother Fogg who once listened to her plea.  When she coughs up the tumor onto the kitchen floor one night, the relieved woman becomes ecstatic having been miraculous cured by brother Fogg’s channeling of the holy spirit and her $20 donation to…

[silentoatmeal]

Cannibal Hookers (1987)

[foodbucketjesus]

.: Cannibal Hookers (1987)

[admirxation]

hello! could you recommend some leon x reader fics? I love your fics and the fics you reblog, so I was wondering if there was anything you would like to recommend. sorry to bother 😭😋

Hey there anon, thank you so much for the support and thank you so much for this ask, it's time to show some fics that I cannot stop thinking about. also dw about bothering me i love having asks <3

Just wanted to note that I also have a tag 'admirxation fic recs' if you're ever looking for some more recommendations and of course I reblog like mad with fics I love.

This isn't everything but I feel like it's a good handful to get yourself into. I will warn these recs are NSFW but if you're aware of my writing you know I literally nonstop thinking about smut haha.

some oneshots I recommend:

Pretty Owner by @elfven-blog -> smut 18+, hybrid puppy leon. AHHHH the hybrid craze has me in a chokehold like omfg, but i gotta say this is my all time favourite oneshot if you're looking for some hybrid fun.

step-dad oneshot by @chrosllo -> if you're a follower of my blog you know dark content is not a shy topic here, if you're looking for some stepcest, somno action this is where to go, I was blushing so goddamn hard when reading this.

Like Lovers Do by @dollfacefantasy -> 18+ public sex, with a friends with benefits vibe to it. hehehehehe i was kicking my feet blushing with every word

Pieces of a whole by @xoxostarlet -> 18+, older Leon and hooker reader (imagine the film pretty woman... but sexier and better) hehehehe i loved it, duh, the hooker fantasy is honestly such a turn on like im clawing at the bars of my enclosure HELP.

Heavenly creatures by @porcelainseashore -> 18+ Leon and catholic school girl. I read this one recently, and it does have a lot of religious imagery as well as catholic guilt, as someone who is an ex catholic i really resonated with the way it was written, it was such a weird experience like i was sitting there like i was here for a horny time now im having an existential crisis lmao. but it's a must read, their writing has a beautiful quality to it.

Teachers Pet by @d10nyx -> darker teacher x student relationship (power imbalance going on). If you're into the older Leon fics this is a yummy treat that I am not embarrassed to admit that I actually reread many times because it makes me feel all happy and good hehehehehe

Multipart series I recommend:

Should've been a son by @rigorwhoring -> this involves smut, noncon, incest (daddy daughter relationship), police corruption. If you're into dead dove this defo itches a certain scratch and this series left me on the edge of my seat at all times, it is also complete so if you wanna binge this series, go straight for it it's a really good read.

Into the Ether by @porcelainseashore -> 18+ with smut, angst, blood drinking, if you're really into vampires this is amazing. It is still being updated, but I would recommend getting straight into it, the updates are frequent and ah it deserves so much more love.

All the damn vampires by @elfven-blog -> we see a theme with my vampire obsession (my profile is literally astarion we are not shocked lmao). this series is a little slower in getting published (honey, I wait patiently for this series to return), but the writing in this is top tier.

Creepy re2 Leon, rpd Captain's Daughter reader by @valslullaby -> 18+, non-con, mommy kink, cannibalism. this one is another darker concept but ooooo does this writer have a way of connecting me with every word I LOVED IT SO MUCH AFFJKOYESGKUEWGJHRWA

[evilyesman]

Got high last night and now I have a new fnv save character named Absinthe who's a cannibal hooker with 10 luck and 10 strength good for her

[ghoul-slime]

Ghouls & Their Favorite Horror Movies (1980s edition)

In honor of Halloween being just a few days away (!!!) have some thoughts about the ghouls and their favorite horror movies. Narrowed down to the 1980s because that's probably my favorite decade for horror (shoutout to the 70s though).

Dew: City of the Living Dead, The Evil Dead, Pieces, Cannibal Holocaust

Resident horror snob and ultimate gorehound. The bloodier, sleazier, and more fucked up the better. Huge fan of the Italian horror directors, especially “Godfather of Gore” and king of onscreen eyeball trauma Lucio Fulci. City of the Living Dead (aka The Gates of Hell) is his favorite, it’s gory, blasphemous, and just obscure enough for him to feel smug when nobody else has heard of it. The biggest horror fan of the group, he’s seen it all and is always on the hunt for something weird and new that he hasn’t seen yet (a difficult task). Introduced pretty much all of the other ghouls to their favorite horror movies.

Aether: Return of the Living Dead, Re-Animator, Night of the Creeps, Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Lover of all the best 80s horror comedies. Silly and fun without being too intense or mean-spirited. The more over the top the better. Aether movie nights are always the most fun. Loves Return of the Living Dead because of the awesome punk rock soundtrack and 80s punk aesthetic. Secretly loves horror comedies the best because he gets to see Dew laughing the whole time. He and Dew are the most annoying about quoting movies back and forth to each other nonstop.

Mountain: The Thing, They Live, Aliens, From Beyond

Loves his horror with a side of sci-fi. Major John Carpenter and Stuart Gordon fan (who isn’t). Also a huge fan of sci-fi horror with amazing practical effects and The Thing is the king of them all (he loves the original too, for the plant-man monster of course). 

Swiss: Hellraiser, Videodrome, Society, Street Trash

Body horror enthusiast. If it's slimy, horny, and taboo then he’s all about it. Unsurprisingly the biggest Cronenberg fan of the bunch. Huge fan of the Hellraiser series, what with all the leather and the chains and the flesh. Will also sit you down and force you to watch Society if you’ve never seen it (you will thank him later).

Phantom: The Monster Squad, Fright Night, The Lost Boys, Near Dark

Of course it’s gotta be The Monster Squad. Phantom loves the classic Universal Monsters and Monster Squad has them all, wrapped up in a super fun 80s horror comedy with great writing and memorable characters. Will undoubtedly yell WOLFMAN’S GOT NARDS at the most inopportune times. Loves vampire movies the most and secretly thinks of his pack a little bit like the group of vampires in Near Dark.

Aurora: Night of the Comet, Slumber Party Massacre, Phenomena, Sleepaway Camp 2

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS. Loves seeing pretty women absolutely kick ass onscreen. And any horror movie with a female villain will almost always become a favorite. Loves Night of the Comet because why shouldn’t a couple of valley girl cheerleaders get to enjoy a mall shopping spree while also mowing down hordes of comet zombies with machine guns?

Cirrus: Possession, Altered States, The Shining, the Ninth Configuration

Queen of psychological horror. Her picks usually toe the line between horror and other genres. Cirrus movie nights almost always have to come with a “palate cleanser” movie right after (usually a Cumulus or Aether pick). Dew secretly thinks she has the coolest taste of the bunch.

Cumulus: Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama, Blood Diner, TerrorVision

80s horror comedies (horny version). Like Aether, Cumulus loves horror comedies. But for her, the sexier and more ridiculous the better. Always thinks a movie would do better with more boobs and full-frontal. Vocal advocate for more male nudity in movies. Linnea Quigley is her horror idol.

Sunshine: Slumber Party Massacre 2, Black Roses, Trick or Treat, Slaughterhouse Rock

Number one champion of the rock & roll horror subgenre. Horror and rock music were both public enemy number one during the Satanic Panic of the 80s, and Sunny loves movies that lean into it. Slumber Party Massacre 2 is the most fun with the leather-clad rockabilly slasher facing off against members of an all-girl rock group with his massive (unmistakably phallic) electric guitar-drill.

Rain: Jaws 3, Humanoids from the Deep, The Fog, The Abyss

Absolutely nobody is shocked to discover Rain is a fan of underwater/nautical horror. He doesn’t even care if a movie is “good” as long as it’s wet and full of weird monsters or creatures. Avid defender of Jaws 3 (it has dolphins, hello). His taste is all over the place quality-wise, from b-movie creature features like Humanoids, to the cozy coastal ambiance of the Fog. As the only ghoul who can breathe underwater, he loves to watch others squirm during the breathing fluid scene in the Abyss.

[eiraeths]

did you hear about the cannibal lion with a huge ego?

he had to swallow his pride

(stolen from a fic)

when’s the best time to use the phrase “bang for your buck?”

when with a hooker at a gun store

[zaebeecee]

To Sever a Loveless Bond

••RadioDust Soulmate AU••

Part 11/?

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•••

Being ace myself, many of my musings in the past have been quite similar to Alastor’s. We love an ace character.

•••

Arguments were… uncomfortable. Ever since Moxxie was a small child, he had done everything he could to avoid getting into it with anyone, generally preferring to act as the peacemaker in any given social situation. Sure, it got him a reputation as a… well, as a doormat, but he saw it as maintaining a level of emotional control and sanity in a stressful situation. If that was always left up to him, so be it.

At least, that was what he tried for. It didn’t work very well when the argument he was subject to was between his wife (the most perfect entity to ever walk any plane at any point in the existence of any form of life) and his boss (one of the most terrifying figures he’d ever met and also the only one who could reliably get him to rise to the bait of conflict). That was a situation that required him to take a side, as soon as possible, and he didn’t even understand what they were arguing about.

Moxxie had been at I.M.P. headquarters when Millie’s warning that their targets were moving had gone out. Blitzø had been out (“I have to run a fucking errand, get off my ass!” had been the direct quote when Moxxie asked where he was going), but Loona was in, so Moxxie just grabbed her, hastily locked the door, and the two of them had gone in search of Millie.

They hadn’t found her at the supposed rendezvous point, nor anywhere else, and Moxxie hadn’t seen even a glimpse of their target. He had just started to work himself up into a gentle panic over the idea that the Radio Demon had seen her and sucked out her insides when Loona showed him her phone.

A canceled alert. Millie was heading back, not to the van, but to headquarters.

By the time Moxxie and Loona got back, Millie and Blitzø were shouting at each other, and that was the extent of his knowledge on the situation. He and Loona stood to the side of Blitzø’s desk, their boss in his chair with his legs kicked up and Millie standing in front of the desk with her hands on her hips, and Moxxie felt like he was watching a tennis match as his head bobbed back and forth between them as they took turns yelling at each other.

“You can see it, Blitzø, I know you got eyes in yer head!”

“Yeah, Millie, I can see that you were in the middle of your job and then you bailed on it!”

“Cuz I don’t wanna do it no more!”

“We have a contract, you can’t just fucking tell the Vees—” Blitzø clasped his hands to the side of his face and put on the overdone accent he did when imitating Millie, “oh gee whiz good golly Mister Vox I don’t wanna be mean to the murder cannibal and the hooker on their fucking cutesy-pie romantic walk!” By the end of his brief rant, Blitzø was back to his own voice, on his feet and yelling again.

“Oh, fuck you, Blitzø!” Millie said, flipping him off and glaring up at him. “I signed up for this job so I could kill living assholes who deserve to die, not so I could make sinners more miserable than they already are!”

“Who gives a fuck if a couple of sinners are miserable?! It’s Hell! We’re all miserable!!”

“Will you two stop yelling for five seconds?!” Moxxie shouted over them. They both shot him a look that clearly said they thought he was being a hypocrite, but it at least shut them up. “What. Happened?”

In response, Millie snatched the camera off of Blitzø’s desk and flung it at him. “Look at this, Mox.”

Cursing, he managed to get a hold of it, then began looking it over with a raised eyebrow. “I… have no idea what I’m meant to be looking…” He trailed off when he pushed the button that lit the screen up again, and he saw one of the images Millie had taken. The Radio Demon was absolutely mangled by image artifacting—a thing Vox had warned them about—but Moxxie could see enough of his face to make out his expression. That, coupled with the look of genuine, warm happiness on Angel Dust’s face…

Moxxie felt his tail droop to the floor. “Oh, crumbs.”

Blitzø sat back down, kicking his feet onto his desk again. “Look, as much as I absolutely adore it when you two bleeding hearts get all sentimental and unbearable on me, this isn’t different from our usual jobs, in that your personal feelings on the situation don’t mean shit. Besides, these are sinners, the scum that rises to the top of the stillwater pool that is humanity as a whole. Yeah, okay, they’ve got feelings, fucking spare me, I’m sure everyone in the radio chorus had feelings at one point, too.”

“That ain’t the point!” Millie said, stamping her foot.

“Then what is the point?” Blitzø asked, his elbows on his desk and his fingers laced together under his chin. “What, that they super like each other and following them around makes you uncomfy?”

It sounded stupid when he put it that way. By the way Millie crossed her arms and looked away, Moxxie could tell she thought it sounded stupid, too. “It’s more complicated than that,” she muttered.

Blitzø raised one finger and waggled it back and forth at her. “It’s not,” he said. “And you can get moralistic all you want, won’t change the fact that we have a contract.”

He’d said that before, but the way he reemphasized it made Millie droop. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she mumbled. “But, c’mon, ya gotta admit, it’s shitty gettin’ dragged into the Vees’ interpersonal drama.”

“Never said it wasn’t.” Blitzø looked completely unmoved by her emotions, but at least he wasn’t either smug or yelling anymore. “But we’re doing this contract. We’re doing it to the best of our ability. And why are we doing that? Because if we don’t, not only will we not get paid, but all of us will end up in debt to the Vees, and I don’t think that’s a position you wanna be in, Mills.”

Millie just shook her head. Every Hellborn knew what it meant to break a contract with a sinner; it was how so many of them ended up working in Pentagram City for nothing.

Blitzø sighed, putting his fingers either side of his snout between his closed eyes and gesturing at her with his other hand. “Am I gonna have to take you off duty for a while?”

“What— no!” Millie said, her tail snapping the air behind her in alarm.

“Because I will.”

“No, no, I’m fine, I can do it. I can, Blitzø. Okay?”

Blitzø lowered his hands to fold them on the desk. “We’ll wrap this job up as quick as we can, and then we’ll put it behind us.” Millie put her hands on her hips and looked away, her eyes narrowed. Blitzø just stared at her. “…so…” he said, drawing the word out.

“What, Blitzø?”

“…so… get the fuck out of my office.”

She made a frustrated noise and turned, stomping out of the room and slamming the door so hard Moxxie heard something in the frosted glass crack. “Millie…!” He didn’t even look at Blitzø as he finally put the camera back down and ran out after her, following her into the hallway and watching from a distance as she punched one of the cheap display busts so hard its face basically exploded. “…Millie?”

She snapped her head to him, fire in her eyes, but it immediately cooled into something much sadder when she met his eyes. “Moxxie… I…” She looked away. “I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ not t’go apeshit so much.”

“Hey, no, honey, you don’t have anything to apologize for,” Moxxie said; now that he was sure he wouldn’t be defenestrated, he crossed to her and placed his hands on her upper arms. Her skin was a little chilly from the air conditioning, and he slowly ran his palms from her shoulders to her elbows. “This is… very, very stressful, and Blitzø doesn’t exactly foster a calm and relaxing work environment.”

“Truest thing I’ve heard today,” Millie muttered, rolling her eyes. She then sighed, raising her own hands to her temples without throwing Moxxie’s hands off her. “It’d be better if he at least pretended t’care about… anything except business, y’know? Instead’a just… doin’ that shit again.”

“I know. …look, I get it. Blitzø probably can’t even spell love, I’d be shocked to learn he could feel empathy towards anyone else feeling it. And you can’t really expect him to be more respectful of a couple of targets than he is about our marriage.”

Millie groaned, looking at the ceiling. “I swear t’fuck if he breaks into our bedroom one more time…!”

“We’ll figure out how he’s getting in eventually,” Moxxie said, taking hold of her chin and getting her to look at him again. “Come on, honey. It looks like tonight’s a wash anyway, I don’t think we’ll be able to find them out in the city and once they’re back in the hotel we can’t do anything. Let’s leave our boss to Loona, she’s more than capable of handling him. We’re supposed to be learning Pentagram City anyway, so you wanna go try one of those sinner-run barbecue places?”

Immediately, Millie’s eyes lit up and she held her fists under her chin. “Yessss,” she said, her voice dropping a full octave in her enthusiasm. She seemed thoroughly distracted as they headed out of the building, and Moxxie was relieved, even if the conversation had shifted to factoids like ‘did you know most of the restaurants in Pentagram City are run by the overlord of Cannibal Town’.

He just had to figure out how to keep both of their spirits up until this damn contract was over. That was all.

•••

It was not often that Alastor wasn’t fully in control of every aspect of himself and his life. His leash notwithstanding—and, to his mind, not something he needed to be worried about at the moment—Alastor prided himself on his ability to effectively direct his desires and impulses to places that made the most logical sense. Even each instance of murder he had ever committed, whether impulsive or not, was rational to his mind.

Angel Dust was not logical.

No, Angel Dust was, quite possibly, the single most illogical creature Alastor had ever encountered, and not simply because his behavior so frequently made no sense. His very existence carried with it the very essence of groundlessness, and his presence sent Alastor’s own carefully-crafted impulses to places he never would have imagined them going intentionally, let alone by sheer accident.

When Alastor had taken Angel Dust to his radio tower, it had been nothing but a return of the same sort of creative intimacy that the spider had inadvertently shared with him; that, and the fact that Alastor found himself genuinely curious to know what Angel Dust thought of the space. He had, as well, planned to ask the other sinner to perform on his program sometime, both because of his lovely voice and the fact that both Vox and Valentino would lose their minds.

And that… that was all. Alastor knew that was all, because when he stood in front of Angel Dust, he told himself to move away. When he kissed Angel Dust, he told himself to stop. When he leaned his brow against Angel Dust, he told himself to leave. But he didn’t. He stayed, and there wasn’t a moment yet that he knew why he was doing it.

Touch, particularly of the romantic sort, had always perplexed Alastor. He didn’t see the appeal and, worse, he didn’t see the point. Physical contact did nothing but cause discomfort, and it seemed to serve no purpose while simultaneously hampering one’s ability to do anything else, making it a waste of time better spent having control of both hands and freedom to move. Alastor could admit, of course, that he disliked not knowing something that others seemed to understand. In that sense, he had wondered for quite some time just what the ever-loving Hell everyone else seemed to see in it that they would ruin their lives and minds in pursuit of the flesh of another.

So, yes. He was curious. How could he not be, when it seemed that all of human society centered itself around a natural biological activity that he found so desperately uninteresting? It hadn’t helped, either, that watching Angel Dust work had such a visceral… effect… on him, one he still wasn’t sure he would ever be ready to consider in depth.

Maybe that was why he had the thought that, if anyone could help sate his curiosity, it would be Angel Dust. The spider wasn’t quite as opposite from Alastor as he had once believed; yes, Angel Dust was obsessed with the idea of chasing sexual gratification, but Alastor had begun to suspect it was largely about the desire for sensation and less about the people themselves. As a matter of fact, Alastor felt certain enough to say with confidence that Angel Dust wasn’t attracted to the men he bedded either at work or outside of it, in anything more than their most surface ability to provide him with that gratification.

Ultimately, it seemed the only difference between them was their desire for physical sensation. Angel Dust wanted all of it, while Alastor wanted none. But it seemed that neither of them had much of a desire, if any, for any one individual.

Yes. He had thought Angel Dust could ease his curiosity, and had known that the spider wouldn’t make it into a… a thing, as so many people nebulously defined so many situations they didn’t want to describe. He had thought that contact with Angel Dust—something intentional, personal, intimate—would allow him to truly tell himself once and for all that it wasn’t something meant for him. If it wasn’t meant for him, that was an explanation. It was a reason. It was logical.

When he kissed Angel Dust, it was for that reason and that reason alone. But the touch, so simple and so meaningless, it did something to Alastor on a level he hadn’t even known he possessed. It was unplanned and uncontrollable, and because of that, Alastor had instantly wanted nothing more to do with it. The problem was that, in that moment, the idea of separating himself from Angel Dust had become suddenly quite intolerable.

So intense were both of Alastor’s compulsions—both to never lay a hand on another’s flesh without ripping out their intestines, and to never let Angel Dust further from him than an arm’s length—that Alastor was left with little recourse but to do the one thing that he despised over any other.

He resolved that he simply… wouldn’t think about it.

Thought, planning, intention… none of that led him anywhere, as his thoughts were tearing off in two such separate directions. True impulse was to be his only choice in this matter, which was how he spent an entire day and a half dragging Angel Dust away from the main rooms of the hotel and into private, secret corners. And, in those secret corners, Alastor kept fucking kissing him, leading him to wonder if the spider had some kind of pheromone that he himself was particularly susceptible to.

But despite the frustration he felt every time he tried to understand just what, exactly, it was he was doing… Alastor could admit when he felt other things as well, things that only fueled his frustration.

It was pleasant, in a way that Alastor had been wholly unprepared for. Angel Dust was soft, both his fur and his skin, and the way he felt under Alastor’s hands was an oddly comfortable tactile sensation. The way his lips felt, too, was pleasant, and Alastor found a similar sort of relief in that touch as he did when he pressed his fingers into his temple against a headache or when he pushed down on properly risen bread dough to shape it and allow it to rise again.

It was confusing, as well, because Alastor couldn’t name why he got enjoyment out of the activity, he simply did. He had wondered, for a short while, if perhaps something had awakened in him without his permission and set him off on a completely different mental path. But, no, the idea of touching anyone else so intimately remained as uninteresting to Alastor as it always had; it sounded uncomfortable and tedious and a thorough waste of his time and mental faculties. It was Angel Dust, and only Angel Dust, that could pique this newfound interest in him, which only fueled his curiosity.

How far, I wonder, could I push this?

If it is the mark—and that is the only thing I can begin to imagine as a logical cause of this—all of these urges will go with the break. Won’t they?

If so… does that mean I’ll never know how far this could go? Will that leave questions forever unanswered? And, if so, does that leave me any choice but to see just where the end of this lies?

It was nearly a full day since his and Angel Dust’s evening walk that these thoughts carried him into the lounge to find it already occupied. Two low armchairs had been pulled up to the coffee table, one occupied by Charlie and the other by Vaggie. The table had a box on it, open, with an assortment of little colorful plastic pieces and what looked like a folded piece of cardboard that would unfold to a flat square. On the other side of the table, stretched out on the couch, was—

“Oh, thank fuck,” Angel Dust said when he and Alastor made eye contact. Immediately, both Charlie and Vaggie looked over their shoulders at him, both wearing their own unique blends of curiosity and concern.

“I…” Alastor wasn’t sure how he planned to end that statement. He wasn’t sure why he began it. He changed course. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, you’ve solved my problem. C’mere. You know horror genre shit, right?”

Alastor didn’t move from his spot, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “It is, admittedly, one of two things I’ve kept an eye on as trends evolve. Why?”

“Good so fuckin’ c’mere,” Angel Dust repeated, pulling his legs underneath him and patting the couch beside him with one hand.

“You don’t have to, Alastor,” Charlie said in that oddly placating voice she used with him so often.

“Yes, he does,” Angel Dust countered. “Husk ain’t here right now, and he’s always my partner, and I ain’t goin’ up against the two of you by myself. Alastor’s smart, he remembers things, he’ll balance out all the empty space in my skull.”

Maybe it was the certainty in the way Angel Dust unilaterally declared his intelligence, but Alastor vanished into his shadows and rematerialized on the couch next to the spider. “What, precisely, have I just been conscripted into?” he asked, raising his hand to adjust his monocle as he read the words ‘Trivial Pursuit’ on the box.

“We’re playing a game!” Charlie said brightly.

“Or we were about to, but Angel was being a massive, whiny bitch about not having a partner, so we hit something of a snag,” Vaggie said. Alastor was expecting her to be focused on him with at least some level of suspicion, but she looked oddly comfortable; she was even smiling, just a little.

Charlie shrugged. “I told him he could ask Niffty.”

“I don’t have the power to keep Niffty from eatin’ the game pieces when nobody’s lookin’,” Angel Dust said, holding up a tiny plastic… red cheese wedge-shaped object and holding it demonstratively. He then leaned over and whispered to Alastor, in a voice loud enough for the other two to still hear, “She says she can’t lose if nobody else has the resources to win.”

Alastor laughed, his mind conjuring up that image with no trouble. “Oh, the things Niffty finds reasonable,” he said fondly. “Very well, what’s the point of this game?”

“To have fun,” Charlie said.

“No, to win,” Angel Dust countered passionately.

“You two are both so bad at this,” Vaggie said into her hands before she looked at Alastor. “It’s a trivia game. You roll the dice, you answer random trivia, and if you’re right, your turn keeps going.”

“Oh, I see,” Alastor said, smiling. “A knowledge game. That sounds delightful!”

“I knew it’d be right up your alley if we could ever getcha to play with us,” Angel Dust said. “This one’s all horror movie and book themed. I got it off a succubus who just came back from a… spring break thing with the humans. So, you’ll be my partner and make up for me bein’ a dummy, which means Vaggie won’t have an advantage.”

Vaggie frowned at him. “I don’t have an advantage.”

Charlie giggled and looked at Alastor. “I am so bad at trivia games,” she said, with what he felt was an undue amount of giddy enthusiasm for someone admitting a fault.

Alastor watched them set up the game board and listened to Vaggie’s rather succinct but thorough explanation of the rules and gameplay, but he couldn’t help wondering… Why was it that they wanted him to play with them? Because Angel Dust needed a partner, of course, but that was hardy a good reason. He was rarely welcome in more casual social settings in the hotel. What was different now?

The game was… well, there was no other word for it: the game was fun, moreso than he expected playing with plastic and answering inane pop culture questions could possibly be. Charlie was shockingly bad at it, but Vaggie more than made up for her lack with the fact that she had been alive and active with humanity far more recently than either of the sinners and, as a result, was far more deeply entrenched in the culture than the rest of them. Angel Dust wasn’t anywhere near as bad at it as he seemed to believe himself to be, though he struggled with things like the names of directors and screenwriters and authors, and frequently threw himself dramatically over the arm of the couch when he was wrong in his guess. And the others were taking the game quite seriously, but honestly, they were taking it so comedically seriously that Alastor was having a difficult time getting so invested that answering a question incorrectly actually irritated him.

He did, however, take one particularly offensive card—after arguing for nearly five minutes with Vaggie over why the answer printed was wrong, actually—and set it on fire between his two extended fingers. But, apparently, that was an appropriate level of drama because Charlie only cried ‘no’ in an overdramatic manner, and Vaggie actually laughed.

When he and Angel Dust won, the latter jumping on the table and doing what he called the ‘In Your Face, Vags’ victory dance, Alastor wondered if this was why people seemed to enjoy the concept of ‘hanging out’ with others so much. He understood it to a degree, of course; he spent far too much time with Rosie not to, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t understand and enjoy socialization. But this sort of thing was a level of casual he had never really experienced.

The game was packed away, and Charlie and Vaggie were in the process of righting the chairs in the room, when Angel Dust turned to Alastor and spoke in a soft tone clearly only for his ears. “Hey. Al.”

“Hm?” Alastor looked at him and found his smile softening again. “What is it, my dear?”

“Will you come to my room with me? I wanna show you somethin’, if you got time.”

“Of course I have time for you.”

Angel Dust’s smile did something warm and unknowable, but Alastor didn’t have time to contemplate it before he hopped to his feet and said, “Cool. Let’s go.” Alastor moved to follow; he thought he felt Charlie and Vaggie watch them leave, but he didn’t care why, so he didn’t acknowledge them.

Angel Dust took Alastor up to his room the mundane way, and Alastor obliged, wondering when was the last time he actually climbed stairs like a normal person. The inside looked different just by virtue of the neon lights being off, which absolutely helped the place look less garish. As they entered, Fat Nuggets raised his head from his little bed next to his owner’s, but he merely snuffled the air and watched them instead of approaching.

“Look!” Angel Dust said proudly, holding his hands out. Alastor did so, and saw that the spider seemed to have acquired a rather loudly patterned, long white and purple leather couch. “I acquired seatin’ arrangements,” he said proudly, putting his hands on his hips.

Alastor chuckled. “Changed your mind about entertaining?”

Angel Dust shrugged. “Usually I only get Cherri up here, and she don’t mind sittin’ on my bed. When I had you in here, tho, I thought that… I mean, I didn’t expect that to ever happen, so who knows who else might end up here? And I get that the bed’s kinda awkward. So now I got a comfy couch.”

“I’m extraordinarily proud of you, my dear.”

“I’m gonna take your sarcasm at face value and say thanks.” Angel Dust spun on his heel and flopped onto the couch, waving one hand at Alastor. “C’mere. Siddown. You’re picky and pretentious, you can tell me if it’s comfy.”

“Well, it’s certainly garish.”

“I don’t give a shit about your aesthetic criticisms. Please?”

Alastor sighed, shrugging. “Very well.” He obliged Angel Dust only mildly begrudgingly, sitting down beside him. And the moment he did— “Something so hideous should not be this comfortable.”

“You’re just mad that I get fun patterns and you’re stuck with pinstripes,” Angel Dust said, sticking his tongue out at Alastor.

“Incorrect. I also have gothic damask.”

Angel Dust rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively as Alastor giggled. He wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go with this information—was this Angel Dust’s way of saying he wanted Alastor to come visit him more often?—but his question was answered when the spider spoke after a lengthy pause. “Hey. Al.”

“Yes, sha?”

Angel Dust smiled, ducking his head a little. “What’s, uh. How’re you feelin’ right now? Like, physical contact-wise.”

Alastor looked at him curiously. “…I suppose I am not adverse to contact at the moment.”

“Cool. Can I try somethin’ then? You can tell me if you don’t like it.”

That seemed a risk to take with someone like Angel Dust, particularly in their current surroundings, but Alastor had little reason to suspect anything too outlandish. “…alright.”

The other sinner nodded, once, before he shifted so he was sitting closer to Alastor. He hesitated, then he leaned over until his head was on Alastor’s shoulder and their arms were pressed together. Alastor tensed instantly, but he didn’t more away, and so neither did Angel Dust, simply waiting for the Radio Demon to either change his mind or relax.

It wasn’t wholly unpleasant. In fact, it wasn’t unpleasant at all the way Alastor would have anticipated, having someone else lean their weight on him. But he didn’t imagine that his companion was all that comfortable, so he murmured a soft, “Hold on,” as he gently moved his arm to drape across the back of the couch beside Angel Dust’s head. The spider hesitated, but when that was all Alastor did, he leaned into the Radio Demon’s side, his head resting more comfortably against the front of his shoulder and his chest. Angel Dust pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, keeping his hands to himself, but kept his weight pressed gently into Alastor.

Eventually, he had to ask. “Why?”

“Which thing?”

“…this, to start with.”

“It seemed comfy,” Angel Dust said with that particular level of airiness he possessed that was flippant without being dismissive. “And you’ve been okay with touchin’, so I wanted to see if you liked it.”

“I see.”

“Which other thing?”

Alastor contemplated phrasing. “…why did you ask me to play that game with you?”

“Outside of the obvious?” Angel Dust asked without looking up, and Alastor nodded. “Because I know you like knowin’ stuff. You’re smart. You like talkin’ about the knowledge you got. I thought you’d have fun.”

“You do understand why I find the invitation strange, of course?”

“Yeah. Duh. You’re the big bad scary Radio Demon,” Angel Dust said. “You’re still one of us. And I dunno if you let yourself notice, but it wasn’t like Charlie and Vaggie were upset about you joinin’ us. Besides, I like spending time with you.”

That wasn’t something Alastor was expecting to hear. He meant to say something detached, dismissive, or maybe even change the subject, but what came out was, “You do?”

Angel Dust giggled. “Dummy,” he murmured as his only answer, the word filled with a level of affection Alastor had never heard directed at him.

They talked for a while, about nothing in particular; Angel Dust possessed an active mind that hopped from subject to subject with little prodding needed, and all Alastor needed to do was follow him without asking what was connecting each topic. It all meant nothing. It was pointless. It was a waste of time.

And Alastor… was enjoying it.

Angel Dust was in the middle of talking about how he took care of Fat Nuggets—hellpigs sounded fussy, and Alastor meant it when he said he was impressed with the spider’s skill at caring for the creature—when the words seemed to stop for a few moments. Alastor realized his eyes were closed, and when he opened them again, he was looking at Angel Dust’s ceiling.

Alastor didn’t sleep much. He could sleep, of course (any sinner could), but he rarely elected to. He had things to do, and none of those could be accomplished while sleeping. But he was no stranger to sleep, particularly when he felt comfortable and, for lack of a more accurate word, secure. It seemed that, at some point, his body had felt he was comfortable and secure enough to doze off. And, looking at the one window he could see from this angle, it seemed that he had been out long enough for the sun to properly set.

He was still on Angel Dust’s couch, that much was clear, but he was now lying on it with one leg on the cushions and one foot on the floor. Angel Dust, too, was still on the couch; his thin body had crammed itself between Alastor’s side and the back of the couch, his head still resting on Alastor’s shoulder and his legs stretched out far past the length Alastor’s own feet reached. One of Angel’s right hands was curled in a loose fist, resting against Alastor’s sternum, while the other right arm was draped across Alastor’s abdomen. Judging by the spider’s breathing, he was sound asleep.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to move Angel Dust. He could have simply sunk into his shadows and left him on the couch. He supposed, however, it would be more polite to put the spider into his bed. That wouldn’t be hard, either. He would simply use his shadows to lift Angel Dust up, tuck him into bed, and then return to his own room. Easy.

That was the last thought Alastor had until the next morning.

•••

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

Human AU! Picrew

Alastor! He's a serial killer and cannibal in every AU I make unless otherwise stated. Some AU will include Al being trans, having epilepsy, or severe scarring and sometimes migraines. Eating disorder in the fact he mainly eats humans and starves a lot of the time

Nifty in every AU will be Alastors little sister, be it through found family or actual adoption. She is also a cannibal and a nurse unless otherwise stated. Every AU she lost her eye while being sex trafficked.

Rosie and Husk are Always going to be Exes, be it married or dating, but exes. Rosie is a cannibal, Husk isn't he just helps his family hide evidence. In certain AU they're Nifty and or Al's adoptive parents/found family parent's in others they are just older friends who are protective and the mom/dad friend. Rosie is a psychologist and Husk a bartender, most AU they're gonna be ex military

Angel Dust (Anthony) Husks twink boyfriend he gets after divorcing or breaking up with Rosie. Still a hooker but he and Val have a healthy relationship. Unless I need Val to be nasty for my plot. Ex addict, makes music sometimes, recovering eating disorder

The Vees! Vox with his heterochromia and I like making him sweaty either an actual problem or he's just sweaty. I also like to give him a stutter in certain AUs. He's German.

Valentino is as always, half blind, and he's a nasty weird tall man with a connective tissue disorder in most AU, he's also Latin and a pretty good friend he's very supportive just bad at it.

Velvet is a weird little chaotic rat but her boys worship her. For some reason I see her as a Floridian military brat idk, fashion designer and influencer in every AU. I ship her with Rosie.

In some AU they're adoptive siblings

Charlie and Vaggie! Twinning UwU! Vaggie is an ex Catholic cause I think it makes sense and Charlie definitely practices Wicca or something. Charlie actually does own a hotel, it's a rehab her father funded for her because she wants to help nd she has whateva sort of degree would help with that, something with therapy. Vaggie works as a security guard there.

Vaggie twin sister Lute, she's having a near constant mental breakdown, she's a psycho deep down and is FILLED with religious guilt idk what to tell ya. Killed someone. Her arm is amputated too. She teaches self defense, specialising in helping people with disabilities learn to work around them.

Charlie cousin Peter. Everyone think he's the "gay" cousin but he's actually straight and VERY comfy in his masculinity, nondenominational. Isn't technically allowed to visit the Morningstar house alone because they're "evil" but they're just spiritual. Broadway!!

Lute boyfriend, Adam. I could NOT resist making him adorable and precious because you see him and go awww but then he fucking opens his mouth and calls you a slur. Lmao. Questioning his faith. Rock star wanna be, studies music theory or something

Adams cousins! Big sis Sera is constantly worrying and lil sis Emily is heavily sheltered. Sera is a Sunday School teacher, idk, maybe religious studies? Emily if the AU has her college aged will want to be a nurse (I've been seeing Emily ships everywhere but what if she falls for her fellow nurse who's secretly a psychopath?? Nifty, I mean)

Cherri! Angels BFF! She's deffo an artist and also a demolition expert or something, and does monster trucking too! She's the best most supportive person, Penti adores her and she's secretly in love too but she's scared of it. Angel keeps mocking her that he's got two guys (Val and Husk) and she won't even take a chance on the dude who would find a way to blow up the sun for her.

Penti is trans, hjs family is also Muslim but he was disowned when he came out. He has triplet little siblings! Is studying to be or is a physicist. Idk minor speech impediment/lisp!

Frank is the embodiment of chaos and when he meets Alastor is obsessed with him (crushing on a guy your older brother doesn't like is a right if passage) Chandler and Leslie are his siblings. They we're disowned for supporting Penti and Chandler has refused to wear her veil since. Leslie still upholds their faith but is very supportive.

Usually Vark will be a dog. But occasionally an AU will call for him to be Vox little brother so here's a design for him!

[silentoatmeal]

Cannibal Hookers (1987)

[foodbucketjesus]

Cannibal Hookers (1987)

[iamdognow]

Tagged by @slutdge to put my on-repeat playlist on shuffle and share the first ten songs for my followers to vote on :]

Tagging @ridethemindway @silenthillmutual @switchfromlegionfx and anyone else who wants to :)

[realcuntsofsuburbia]

Gta Headcanons 💞

(TW⚠️some angst, SH, suicide tendencies, sexual assault, eating disorder and more‼️)

•Back when Tracey was in about elementary or middle school, and her school would have ‘bring your parents to school’ day, Amanda would showed but Michael…never showed..

•Tracey definitely has bulimia.

•Michael contemplates if he wants to off himself at random nights when he gets to drinking or he just can’t sleep.

•Franklin gets a little upset when he sees a father and son duo.

•Trevor mom probably never even gave a shit to give Trevor a middle name.

•Lamar definitely fucked one of Franklin aunts friends before. on MULTIPLE occasions.

•Trevor always got attached to his female teachers back in his school years.

•Wade knows Floyd and Debra are really gone but he tries not to think about it.

•Michael hates cats. He hates that their so feisty towards him. (they secretly remind him of T and himself).

•Amanda always feel that deep overwhelming pain of guilt after she slept with the tennis coach, gardener, the guy who thinks he’s Jesus, and so on.

•Back in North yankton, Trevor stole barbie dolls and basically gifts for Tracey and Jimmy (mainly Tracey) birthdays and around Christmas time (that’s if Amanda even let him come).

•Trevor is an absolute mess when it comes with movies that has anything to do with a motherly figure.

•Back in his school years, Trevor actually accidentally used to call his teachers ‘mom’ ‘ma’ or ‘mama’.

•Brad definitely looked up to Trevor more than Michael.

•Ron probably got his knee messed up because he accidentally said some shit to T that set him off pretty badly…

•Tracey gets a little sad when she looks through her photos of when she was younger. When she was somewhat happy.

•Steve is such a pillow princess.

•Dave is probably divorced after a marriage of 2-3 years and he had a kid but they died due to a cancer infection.

•Trevor goes to ‘Michael’ grave while drunk and spill his guts while he’s a sobbing snotty mess.

•Tracey probably did ballet in her younger years.

•Jimmy goes to the Pierre or the park and just smoke pot whenever he’s upset because he thinks he’s a burden to people.

•Trevor got sa by a clown when he was younger.

•Lamar always looked up to Franklin like he was his own brother even though Franklin had to look out for him most of his life like a parent.

•Lester is such pervert like it’s not even funny 💀

•Michael was a MAJOR jock in high school.

•Brad and T definitely kissed while they were drunk. (T told Brad if he told someone, he’d eat his intestines out)

•Amanda definitely fakes her orgasms.

•Dave and Steve got banned from a coffee shop because the employee didn’t make Steve cookie-crumble with extra sprinkle and whipped cream frappe, the exact way and he started to go off as poor Dave tries to calm him down. (Steve broke the employee nose.)

•Trevor has a fascination with reading into cannibalism and true crimes.

•Trevor hates country music (it reminds him of his dad.)

•Tracey definitely had a lesbian relationship once in middle school with one of her best friend. (it lasted 1/2 weeks)

•Trevor loves but hates the smell of cigarettes because it remind him of his best friend. the one that he saw that died, but strangely came to life.

•Michael constantly had to save T because of his suicidal behavior. He’d constantly have to talk down a mess of a trevor who’s strung out on meth and he’s only in his underwear, as he finna jump from a cliff.

•Amanda loathes the fact that Trevor is still alive.

•Michael and Trevor once did a train on this hooker and surprise, surprise, they both got crabs‼️

•Amanda parents did NOT approve of Michael.

Thats all i have byeee :}

[clockwrkcabaret]

Episode 769: Originally Aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 11.17.24

WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.

The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.

This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 11.17.24.

New episodes air on Mad Wasp Radio on Sundays @ 12pm GMT! Listen at www.madwaspradio.com or via TuneIn radio app!

Playlist:

Miss Mamie Lavona the Exotic Mulatta and her White Boy Band – I Put a Spell on You

Cherry Glazerr – Tiptoe Through the Tulips

Bat For Lashes – I’m On Fire

Charming Disaster – Immigrant Song

The Bridge City Sinners – St. James Infirmary

The Curse of K.K. Hammond – Heart Shaped Box (feat. Kaspar ‘Berry’ Rapkin & Ian Davidson)

Concrete Blonde – Everybody Knows

Eric McFadden – Run Through The Jungle

Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys – Don’t Come Around Here No More

Murder By Death – Never Tear Us Apart

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Black Betty

The Cramps – Fever

Caroline Blind – Ain’t No Sunshine

Fine Young Cannibals – Love For Sale

Dave Gahan – Nothing Else Matters

Frenchy and the Punk – Cities In Dust

Devo – (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

The Black Keys – I’m Not the One

Eddie Izzard – Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite

Blair Crimmins and The Hookers – Gotta Get Up

The Hot Sardines – Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen

Casiotone for the Painfully Alone – When You Were Mine

Austin Weber – Mamma Mia

Capital Cities – Holiday

The B-52’s – Downtown

Blondie – The Tide Is High

Fun Boy Three Feat. Bananarama – It Ain’t What You Do (It’s The Way That You Do It)

Flash Mob Jazz – Get Lucky

Dolly Parton – I Get A Kick Out Of You

Willie Nelson – Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off (feat. Cyndi Lauper)

Yat-Kha – Man Machine

Shovels & Rope – Epic (feat. Lera Lynn)

Hayseed Dixie – I Don’t Feel Like Dancing

Check out this episode!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

is jack invited to the gentlebeard wedding and if so does he show up and if he does what kind of trouble does he cause?

He hears they are getting married and he arrives a week in advance demanding to be the best man. Ed has already promised Frenchie that he can be best man but he allows Jack to be a bridesmaid and to organize his Bachelor party as a consolation prize. And because Jack knows how to throw a party and Lucius already has way too much on his plate as a combination wedding planner and other best man. Jack has a tantrum that he's not the best man and another tantrum about being forced to go to Ed's dress fitting. He does a good job with the bachelor party which has both hookers and blow. He Ed Frenchie Fang and Spanish Jackie have one very the hangover core morning in which Ed has to retrieve his engagement ring from the one of the male strippers Jack brought in, Jackie had to figure out where her wooden hand went and Jack has to figure out where a new rash he's got came from, because that's how hard the party rocked. At the wedding itself Jack behaves until it's time for the best man Speeches, Lucius and Frenchie both give theirs and then Jack stands up and gives one. Ed is in such a good mood that he lets it happen and prevents Stede from skinning him. It is the proverbial best man speech. The one that is given by the groom's old frat buddy that razzes him for tying himself down, tells an embarrassing story, the whole bit. He takes multiple shots at Stede and solicits a threesome but after he has said his piece he is satisfied and manages not to cause too much trouble. Buttons tries to eat him after the wedding and he is driven from the revenge once more. Ed does not notice that Buttons has chosen violence because he and Stede are having their wedding night nuptials, but Ed and Stede's wedding does in fact end with one of the groomsmen trying to cannibalize a bridesmaid and that needs to be known