#deerly speaks

[deerlypaws]

made this at work

[snailsandstrawberries]

call my cat josh hutcherson the way he keeps pissing everywhere

[deerly20701]

Making this an actual PSA instead of a reblog, since it came up; I do NOT appreciate my art or my writing being used in edits/memes. Please do not edit over it for your own fandom/what have you.

"Well, why not?"

Because I am working very hard on these blogs and they are personal passion projects of mine. I am trying to share my OCs and the world I have made, and I am working very hard on it. I do not appreciate my hard work being used or stolen for other purposes.

And I know it's inevitable that this may happen eventually, but I'd rather slim the chances now than try and prevent it from happening later.

Please understand and respect this. -🌗

[silasours]

% 1 ━ Yours Deerly, A .

#chapters : [ previous | next ] #cw : your unique soul that piqued the great alastor's interest; he decided to write letters just for you until you finally reach hell. alastor x gn reader. may include adult themes and mild swearing. #note : quick thank you to @sea-bunniii for helping me with the fic title :3 this is the series I talked about, lmk if you'd like to be tagged! enjoy.

there is nothing around you but darkness for as long as you can remember now.

you never really understood what was happening; you tried pulling yourself out of this pitch-black surrounding but failed. you tried to speak but can't seem to utter a word from your parted lips. you rely on your hearing to keep track of your surroundings, but there's something in particular to note after quite some time. there were times when a strange, muffled radio static voice rang through your ears, words never clear enough for you to comprehend what it was trying to say. times when you'd see a blurred figure standing before you, but never clear enough for even a rough appearance, let alone a name.

millions of possibilities would run through your mind endlessly about them. is this a message for you, or are you just gradually losing your mind and hallucinating? you often try your best to push those thoughts aside while listening to the people around you who talk about your condition. but that, too, didn't bring you any good news. every day you would hear about how your life is merely hanging by a thin thread, that they might lose you any minute as they speak.

you mentally sigh, hoping that death would just swallow you up whole now instead of taking its sweet time. maybe by then, you'll finally gain your freedom back.

"hm." the radio demon squints his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the thin cane he holds. yet another failed attempt. he lifts a hand from the cane and opens his palm, an eerily green glow appears on top until it forms a certain line of words. "looks like this little soul is back in the human world for the time being."

it has been a month since alastor took notice of your soul. your soul that affected him ever so slightly whenever you traveled from the human world and back; it felt like something was lurking in his surroundings when your soul arrived at hell. he ignored it for a couple days, brushing it off as something uninteresting until it lasted for more than a week. with curiosity, he tries his best to wrap his aura around this thing he has been feeling.

noting that it was your soul he was observing, his curiosity grew. your soul would arrive in hell without being in an actual body and find its way to return to the human world. there was not a single effect cast on it, as if it's just a normal travel through countries and cities. nothing like this has ever happened in the underworld, not to alastor's knowledge at least.

as an overload who claims multiple souls, he naturally tried to claim yours as well after seeing the potential of it benefitting him. he tried to insert his voice and appearance into your soul and communicate with you once it returns to your body in the human world, but he failed every time. no matter how many times he improvised his ways, your soul rejects him without struggle.

annoyance started fueling him, yet it is also the sole reason why he has grown more interested in your unique soul. never has he ever struggled this much to obtain a mere soul; usually it could be done with just a snap of his fingers, yet all he could do to your soul is observe and know the place it's in through the aura that he managed to wrap it in.

keeping his head upright, he opens the door of the room that he claimed as his. closing the door behind him, alastor smoothes out his coat while walking down the dimly lit hallway of the hotel. the heel of his shoes thud against the carpet he walks on, chattering gradually growing louder from afar. the light grew brighter down the hallway he passed by until he reached the staircase, now able to view everyone at the main compartment of the hotel from above.

he takes his time walking down the steps, the sound of his heels catches the attention of the blond woman - charlie. her smile grew at the sight of alastor, hurriedly grabbing a small stack of papers from the long table and jogging toward him. alastor widens his smile, tapping on his cane while standing in place.

"why hello there, my friend! you seem busy, what could you possibly be working on?" he watches as charlie clumsily flips through the papers, a slight frown scrunched on her forehead until she finds the paper she needs. she smoothes the paper, turning it to alastor so he's able to read the contents clearly. she clears her throat before speaking.

"alastor, hi! well, you see, is it alright if i ask you for a small, tiny favor?" she seems hesitant to ask judging from her tone.

"why of course! ask away and i shall consider."

"great!" charlie returns to her usual bubbly self, quickly scanning the paper to look for the specific content she needs to show the radio demon. "here, take a look at this. it says here that it's required to write a letter for the request of a big stock sent to our location. and i'm, well.." her hand stretches to scratch the back of her neck nervously, an awkward smile on her face.

"i'm not so good with letters." she tries to relieve her own awkwardness with a chuckle, but it seems it did nothing but made it worse. "i was wondering if you could.. help out with the letters? just this once! I've heard how good you are with words when it comes to letters. please? i don't really have anyone else to ask." charlie gazes at alastor, her eyes shining with hope as her hands clutch tightly onto the papers.

alastor laughs. "i would love to, my dear! it is but mere letters, nothing i can't handle." he extends an arm towards charlie, his fingers stretched out with his palm facing upwards; a gesture to accept the papers and help. the woman excitedly places the papers onto his hand, his fingers now folded to hold the papers firmly. his eyes briefly look through the documents with a small nod of his head. "consider it done. fear not! I'll be able to finish this by dinner."

"thank you so much, alastor!" charlie flashes him a grateful smile before jogging off, feeling relieved without having to worry about finishing something she's not particularly good at. alastor's gaze fall onto the papers he holds, something molding and forming in his head; an idea. he hums to himself as he dives into deep thought, paying no mind to his surrounding for the time being.

if he, the great alastor isn't able to physically reach out to your little soul, there ought to have nothing else that will be able to achieve that as well. though, leaving messages until you physically arrive in hell may help him accomplish his goal. as one first falls into hell, they often get hit by a strong sense of confusion and even panic. if he takes advantage of the emotion you may hold, luring you in with a false sense of security, things will certainly go smoothly and result in success.

his thoughts abruptly got interrupted by vaggie's voice yelling from the kitchen, demanding for everyone to have lunch now that it's all prepared. instead of walking forward, alastor turns around and starts walking up the very same stairs he just walked down minutes ago. he rarely joins them for any group activity; it's only common to see him joining them if the event will benefit him in any way.

a small tune is audible from him humming as he walks, the papers that were once held by him vanish in a split second, leaving behind small traces of dark green sparkles around the area. the chattering grows soft once again the further he walks from the stairs, now walking down the hallway until the familiar door is in his range of view. using the very same aura to push the door open, he enters his room as the door shuts itself behind him.

walking towards his neat working desk, alastor's heart pounds against his chest from the clear idea he has in his head. he sets his cane aside carefully, allowing it to lean against the desk before pulling the plush chair from the elegantly carved table. he sits on the chair, papers and calligraphy pen appearing with a simple snap of his clawed fingers. paying no mind to the letter he should be working on for charlie, the pen straightens from the table by itself and starts scribbling words onto the blank sheet of paper.

he completely sets his focus on the letter he plans to write for you. it's been a while since he picked up his favorite pen to handwrite a letter for someone, the feeling stirs something in his chest. is it excitement? or is it nervousness? even alastor doesn't understand himself. brushing the thought aside, he lowers the pen until the tip comes in contact with the paper lying flat on the surface of the desk. the paper he chose is a special one; it's vintage, like an old paper that has been left sitting in the drawer for years.

it has a sense of familiarity in it, providing comfort in an odd way to alastor. it almost felt like he was writing love letters for someone he doesn't know at all. ink flows from the pen and onto the paper, the small glob of black ink weakly reflecting light from the desk lamp he has. cautiously, he glides the pen across the paper; every stroke and every curve of the words gradually form a sentence, and then a whole paragraph.

he would pause from time to time, digging for the correct words to write in his brain. it was unexpected to even the demon himself, to think that someone like him would spend this much effort for a mere letter. it took almost half an hour for him to finish his first letter to you, signing his name at the bottom with a content heart.

his eyes scan through every word he wrote, reading everything all over again until he confirms that it has no mistake. his fingers reach out to grab the envelope beside him, sliding the neatly folded paper into it. feeling satisfied with his work, alastor seals the letter with wax that has the shape of a radio pressed onto the top.

he holds the letter; it has a color of deep shade red along with a couple of drawn-on flowers. he pulls the drawer that's seated on the lower left of the desk open, revealing an empty compartment. alastor places the sealed letter in the drawer, pushing it back in until there's a click signaling that the drawer is fully closed. he glances at the letter he promised to finish for charlie, finding it now neatly lying on the desk without a single movement.

alastor exhales lightly from his mouth, allowing his back to lean against the chair with his head tilted back. he feels his muscles relax despite never realizing they were tensed before this, eyelids falling, shutting until he sees nothing but darkness.

"ah.. such troubles i need to go through for this little soul."

© silas ( @silasours ). all rights reserved. every work posted on this account belongs to me, and only me. please refrain from reposting, plagiarizing, translating, or reproducing my work in any form possible.

[daisychainfiction]

---SILAS CHEN (he/him)

Head Administrator

Silas has a habit of disappearing - into a book, into his mind, into a crowd. He seems to enjoy this.

When Headmistress Deerly is around, however, Silas becomes... someone else. He does not seem to enjoy this.

---ANNIKA NEUMANN (she/her)

Agricultural Management

You could swear the crops lean closer when Annika enters the greenhouse. Likewise, the livestock will happily follow her anywhere - even to their slaughter.

Annika refuses to make eye contact with you. She does, however, leave pretty rocks on your doorstep.

---VARDAH OSMAN (she/her)

Head Librarian

Vardah has an apartment off of the library’s left wing, but you have a sneaking suspicion that she isn’t using it.

Especially now that her perfume is the first thing you smell when you enter your kitchen every morning.

---HUNTER COOKE (he/him)

Baker

Hunter won’t admit that he’s using a fake name despite your best efforts. It’s hard to care when he buys your silence with confections.

His laugh is sugar-sweet, but he always seems panicked when you’re alone together.

---JORDAN MORALES (they/them)

Porter, Security, Kennel Master

Between the Doberman at their side and the handgun on their hip, Mx Morales makes a strong first impression. Lucky for you, it was a peaceful one.

They always smile when they see you, but it never reaches their eyes.

---NADIA (she/her)

Initiate, Medic

The things you know about Nadia can fit on one hand: she is the Deerbourne medic; she is a terrific painter; every other Initiate is protective of her; and she knew your sister.

She doesn't trust you, but perhaps she has very good reasons not to.

[Other Notable Figures]

---FLORENCE DEERLY (she/her)

Headmistress, Your Boss

Some days, Headmistress Deerly cycles between the classrooms and library with her students. Sometimes, she flits around the administration hall with a warm smile and helpful hand.

Other days, Headmistress Deerly walks the campus perimeter, cloaked in the woods’ shadows. She is always too far away to hear you. She is always gone by the time you look again.

---STACEY & LACEY (she/her)(she/her)

Administrative Assistants

The two young women in the administration office are chipper and helpful. They have a tendancy to speak at the same time or finishing one another's sentances. They don't seem to notice they're doing this - or that their eyes move as one pair, not two.

You have never seen them away from the main office's front desk, let alone away from each other. No one else seems troubled by this.

---THE INITIATES

Initiates

They seem to do the vast majority of menial labor around the campus.

They all avoid you and those deemed part of Headmistress Deerly's Inner Circle.

---CROWNIE (it/its)

Watcher

Crownie is always watching.

---он сам

He Himself

The woods are ready to make a deal. 𝗪⃥ha𝘵̸ d𝗼⃥ y𝗼⃥u 𝘄⃥𝘪̸𝘀⃥h f𝗼⃥r?

[deerlybelov3d]

Reposting this from my secondary blog on my old tumblr account (@deerly-belov3d) and migrating over to this one as my new main!

Hazbin deaged AU! ♥️✨ Generally, the older characters become younger, and the younger characters are a little older! So Alastor is 6, Husk is 4, Angel is 8, Charlie and Vaggie are 12, and so on! Luci is 100 years younger but you can’t tell bc he’s so old! 😆 the one exception is Niffty, who’s 2 years old because it’s just cute and fitting that she’s a tiny lil baby!

You’re free to draw lil Al or Husk or both, together or separate or with Lucifer or any other combination (in fact I’d CRY if you did!🥹) so long as you tag me!! I’d love to see it!!! 💖

Some rambly infodumping if you’d like to know more about the AU:

Alastor a feral little rascal but is capable of being a polite little gentleman if he chooses to be! 😆 As a de-aged gremlin he does love to scamper about with his hoovsies out, usually forgoing shoes, which adult Alastor would loathe hehe! In being de-aged, a lot of the things Alastor tries to hard to present himself as (refined, in-control of his every reaction, put-together and neat, etc!) are mostly stripped away, and he’s left even more impulsive, reactive (both negative and positive emotions!), inclined to blab what he’s thinking, act messy and unrefined, etc! Which again, older Alastor would HATE 😆

Little Alastor absolutely WILL bite, no hesitation! He also loves to eat things that most definitely should not be eaten! 😆 Alastor’s shadow shrunk down to match him and helps him get into mischief too hehe!

Lucifer makes all the de-aged kiddos their outfits and delights in doing so! 😆 He makes them other outfits and little pajamas too! He loves being able to be a dad to little ones again, even if he is SUPER overwhelmed by just how many there are that he’s responsible for! Particularly without Lilith here to help this time☹️ His mental health, as we know, isn’t—great! So this is a good motivator, in a way, that he can’t bedrot for days on end with no word to anyone, but also, for that very reason, it’s also very hard on him that he can’t just have a moment to decompress! Charlie and Vaggie are old enough that they can help out some, but young enough that Lucifer can’t rely on them to be left too long with the little ones without supervision! 😆

All the kids have very different food preferences, different levels of development, different bedtimes, different clothing preferences, different play styles, some need baths/showers more often, some need help and supervision bathing, some don’t, and it’s very hectic all the time, and Lucifer is having a TIME trying to accommodate everyone and make sure no one gets into trouble or gets hurt and everyone has what they need!

Little Al is obsessed with 4-year-old Husk and treats him like his favorite stuffie, hefting him around—with little regard for if it’s comfortable for Husk or not—and petting him, pulling on his tail and wings, nibbling on him, etc! Little Husk can walk an all fours and on two legs, and he doesn’t speak, only make kitty sounds, and the rest of the Hazbin Hotel doesn’t know really know for sure how old he is or if he’s not speaking by choice or not! Alastor also adore baby Niffty, but he’s noticeably more gentle and tender with her than he is with Husk! 😆

Lil Husk is very picky, and loves drinking from bottles even if he’s technically too old to be doing so! (BECAUSE IT’S TOO CUTE😭)

If there’s any nterest for this AU I can post more of my thoughts and make more art and just share more about the AU in general! If you read any of this I love you and any sort of engagement is so very super appreciated! 🫶💖✨

[nkirukaj]

Deerly Beloved (15)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activities

Genre: Fluff/Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 4.4K

15. Sexy Scars

“May, can I talk to you?”

“Of course, you can Miss Vera,”

She sits down next to the older woman, fiddling with her fingers and then her ear “I think I might be having some issues with my husband,”

“You think or you are?”

“I am,”

“What troubles you, my dear?”

Voe turns her eyes away “I don’t want you to get mad at him?”

“Why do you care about my opinion?”

Obviously, Voe knew why, but she couldn’t tell that to May, then her marriage would have even more strife than it does now. It would drive Alastor straight into Willie’s arms. 

“I just find you to be a place of wisdom” May perks up and leans in to listen “So I think my husband might be thinking of leaving me,”

May scoffs “I wouldn’t worry about that sweetie,”

Voe pulls on her ear and looks up with wide eyes “Why not?”

“Because I don’t think your husband is an idiot. despite acting like one. Truth is, I don’t know what he did to get you, but he’d be really dumb to lose you. You are a diamond Miss Vera, don’t you let some man make you forget that,”

A diamond. Yeah, she was a diamond, and she’d known that all the years of her life and even afterward. She thought about when she met Alastor, nothing he said or did made her doubt her worth, so why should it be any different now? Why was she having these thoughts now? Because of love? Well, love needed to get in line cuz this bitch was a diamond, and it was time for her to do what diamonds do. Reflect. On her place, on her actions, on herself. Now was not the time to crumble, diamonds do not crumble, they sparkle. She was this and every season’s diamond. Then she started thinking of how she’d never get to see the end of Bridgerton and got a little sad, but no matter! May was right, no man could reduce her value, even the one she married.

“Thank you!” Voe lifts her arms and pulls them back “May I hug you?”

“Of course!” She pulls the doe to her chest tightly

May didn’t say anything after she hugged the doe, but she was about fed up with this man who shared her son’s name. He was disrespectful and it needed to come to an end. Now.

“Cherri lemme ask you something,”

She turns her eye toward him “Yeh?”

“Why’d you tell Voe about Willie?”

“Cuz she asked, eh?”

He flattens his eyebrows “But how you said it was kinda grimy,”

She shrugs “I don’t know what you want from me. This bitch asked, and I gave her an answer,” There’s a silence between them before she speaks again “And why do you care anyway eh?”

His head whips toward her “Whatchu mean?”

“Why you care so much about the broad, she hasn’t really done nothin’ for ya”

“She’s my friend, Cherri,”

“Thought I was your friend,”

“You are! Where is this coming from?”

She pops her gum and shrugs again “Eh, never mind, don’t worry about it,”

Voe decided that she didn’t need Alastor for anything. She could take care of herself if he wanted to be shacking up with some other woman. Of course, that meant no more of his tall, thin body. His hard chest was covered in sexy scars. His large hands covered areas that she had never felt the rough and somewhat gentle touch of. She knew that she missed him, but she could do without him if she needed to. Do you know who else she could rely on? Lucifer. He put the moves on her nice and steady a few years back, and it was a secret that she would keep for all eternity that sometimes she missed his touch. Just because she was married to Alastor did not mean that she no longer found Lucifer attractive; don’t be ridiculous. She thought of how Lucifer pulled her close into a kiss after she came into his room begging to be fucked, and he promised that he would do anything for her. Voe kisses the air and tries to imagine Lucifer, but all she can see is Alastor, even when they weren’t together, Alastor would invade her thoughts and her dreams. She wrapped her hands around her own throat, letting one hand drop down to her chest and find its way into her shirt, down to her bust, where her finger ran over her nipple a few times…in a circular motion. She decided it was finally time to take her shirt off-she had a hard time removing it due to the wings she was still getting used to - and tossed it to the floor. She unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the ground; she glances down at the cover and decides against it, it feels more scandalous that way. She finds her nipples again after sliding down her panties and crossing her legs tightly. She fondles them in every way, shape, and form, fondling, twisting, pulling, and sucking, all switching between imagining Lucifer or Alastor was doing it. She felt the wave rising up as she twisted and pulled more and more. Rising, delectable, lustful sensations filled her cunt, and right before she fell off the edge, the door opened. Voe was quick to cover himself with her rather large wings.

“I heard you were- “She knew that voice, but she was blushing too hard to look up and see the face of her husband. Especially after he cut himself off.  “My my, what is this, my dear?”

She could hear his voice getting closer, which meant that he was. He dissipates his cane and places his hands behind his back, shutting and locking the door behind him. Voe hears no noise until she feels the bed dip and herself being rolled onto her back. He separates her wings and stares into her blushing face, staring down at her with a smirk larger than Texas “I was going to say I heard you were talking to my mother about me, but this intrigues me much more,” he lifts her chin. Alastor’s hand goes down past her sore nipples and down between her legs. He drags his finger through her soaking slit up to her aching, throbbing clit. He rubs it in slow, meaningful, deliberate motions. 

“You didn’t miss this, right? You didn’t miss my touch?” He breathes against the skin of her neck before planting a calculated kiss there. “It’s something you can’t-” he licks her neck in a slow and controlled manner. “replicate, can you?” He raises his head and breathes onto her lips “And if you dare to try, you will only think of this moment, of me and my skilled hands on you. For I am the only one who knows your body this well,” he places his hand over her mouth to muffle the loud moan that comes from her as he pushes her over the edge. Voe instinctively looks up, waiting for a kiss that Alastor does not provide. He simply removes himself from the bed, sucks his fingers dry, then turns to exit the room. 

“You will never do this again, understand me?” he throws the command over his shoulder leaving Voe annoyed and perplexed

When he slams the door shut, she grabs a pillow and pulls it onto her face, screaming into it while kicking her legs into the air. 

“And then he told me not to masturbate again!”

“Are you sure that’s what he was saying?”

“What else could he be talking about?”

Angel shrugs “I don’t know, you breathin’?”

Adrian pulls a trunk into the Hotel doors, struggling through the parlor. 

“Adrian?” Voe called his name

He looks up from the trunk and towards her “Yuh?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Movin’ in,” he answers nonchalantly 

She looks over at Angel “Why?”

“Alastor said I could,”

Voe squints “Alastor isn’t in charge,”

He shrugs “Idk. That’s what he said,” he goes back to struggling with the suitcase

“Wait,” She puts her hands together, standing in his way “Alastor owns you, right?”

He rolls his eyes “Yeah don’t rub it in,”

“Is this what he promised you? A place to live?” she helps him carry the suitcase to his room

“He said he’d take me under his wing and give me money,”

“So you’re like our son!”

Adrian blinks in shock “I will never call Alastor dad,”

“Would you call me mom?”

Adrian shrugs, staring at the clothes that had come out of the suitcase on his room floor “Yeah, I guess,” he answers nonchalantly

“Amazing!” she runs up and hugs him tight. He’s taken by surprise and doesn’t hug her back “I can’t believe he gave me shit for adopting when he went and basically did the same thing!”

“I don’t think it’s the same thing,”

“No, no, no, you’re our son now. You wanna meet your siblings?”

“My stuff..” he gestures toward his clothes on the floor

“Come on!” she grabs Adrian’s wrist and yanks him to the twin's room

The twins are standing in their cots talking, well, mostly Aly is talking “Who dat big head??” she asks in the middle of her sentence

“Hi, Lady!” Vernie says with a smile

Adrian throws an empty water bottle at Alyson’s head, and it hits her, falling into the cot

“Ow!” she covers the spot on her head and starts to cry

“Why did you do that?” Voe is appalled

Adrian turns to her “I heard Aly was his favorite,” he leans in “So you’re not mine dweeb!”

Voe reaches for Aly, and Aly flinches away “Daddy!” she cries 

Alastor appears behind Voe from the shadows “What’s this? A family reunion?”

Voe flinches at his voice and turns around “Yes! With the son that you didn’t tell me you adopted!”

“I did not adopt that thing. He came to me,” 

“He said you offered him a place to live?”

Alastor lowers his eyes to look at her face “Sure,”

“So he’s our son!”

“No,” he places his hands behind his back “He doesn’t have a family,”

“Daddy!” Aly calls, “Big head threw that at me!” she points to the bottle

Alastor pushes past the both of them and picks up Aly. He turns to Adrian, “Hurt my daughter once more, and I will tear your soul to pieces,” He raises an eyebrow 

Adrian sticks his tongue out at Aly “Snitch,”

Alastor snaps in his face “Do you understand?”

He crosses his arms “Yes,”

Alastor turns to exit the room, giving Voe the side eye “Some son,”

“Mom, can I talk to you?” she approaches her mom in her room 

Daphne looks up from the floor “Okay,”

Voe steps in and lowers her head “I’m sorry that I said those hurtful things to you. I didn’t mean them. I said them because when someone hurts me, my first instinct is to hurt them back, and being reminded of that dynamic that you and I used to have brought me back to my old ways, but I’ve grown past that, I swear. I need you to know that you hurt me. Very badly,” Voe takes a deep breath, “Implying that my autism means that something is wrong with me and throwing that I came to Hell first in my face is hurtful, I’m not sure if you were aware, but if not, I’m letting you know now. I don’t want to live in my afterlife the same as my life. I don’t want to be estranged from my mother again. I love you, Mom, but you hurt my feelings,”

Daphne didn’t know what to say. She never thought of it in that way. Had she been hurting her own daughter this way her entire life? Is that where she learned her cruelty? From her? She didn’t want to be estranged for eternity, either. She wanted to love her daughter and feel love in return.

“I never knew that hurt you. I’m sorry,” Daphne enveloped her daughter in a hug.

Voe sniffled a bit “That’s all I wanted,”

Alastor sat in the parlor reading a novel when May came up behind him and cleared her throat

“May I speak with you sir?” she says in an authoritative voice

Alastor froze he heard the tone of his mother’s voice, and it took him back to when he was a boy, he knew that tone. He was in trouble. 

“Hmm?” he stalled for a time before turning around “Yes?” he stood out of his chair, eager to impress her.

“I know it’s none of business, but I’ve been talking to your wife,”

“Okay…” his smile is awkward and tense

May put her hands on her hips “She is not happy,”

Alastor fiddles with his fingers behind his back “Well, neither am I,”

She lowers her brows “I can tell, but the way you’re treating her is absolutely diabolical,”

“Do not compare me to him,”

“Do not tell me who to compare you to! I call it like I see it!”

Alastor stands straighter and smiles wider to hide his discomfort “Look, May is it?” He felt very strange calling her by her first name “You don’t understand the whole thing,”

She raises her eyebrow “I beg your finest pardon?”

“All I am saying is you don’t know the entire story…ma’am,”

“Well, then tell me. What could that sweet girl have done to deserve the way that you treat her,” She steps closer to him, and he feels small “Honestly, you may share mt son’s name, but you are nothing like my son!”

The color leaves Alastor’s face, hearing his mother say this. She didn’t know, but this was his worst nightmare

“Trust me, I’m more like your son than you think,” he says through his teeth

“And how would you know my son?”

He can’t hold himself back “Because I’m-I’m-!”

“Oh my gosh, I know who you are!”

Alastor takes a step back “You do?”

“Yes, I do! And taking my son’s name is just disrespectful!”

Alastor tilts his head “Who do you think I am?”

“You’re that little boy from next door that always used to bother my son!”

Alastor looked and was confused, he thought back and remembered that boy from next door. The racist one, who made sure he knew his place constantly. So Alastor showed him his place, 6ft underground

“And now you’re taking his name? You’re sick! I don’t know how you got someone as sweet as Miss Vera!”

“She is not sweet! She is cunning and conniving and….”

“And what?!” “And I love her!”

She takes a step back “Well,” they blush similarly and simultaneously, both taking a step back and looking down at the ground “You need to make sure that she knows that because your treatment of her is unacceptable,”

“Of course, I apologize. I will let her know. And I’m sorry for the way I treated your son,”

“You should be, my boy was an absolute sweetheart. Nobody deserves the way you’ve been treating them,”

“You’re right,”

May cross her arms “Ya damn right I’m right,”

“Mama…mia!”

She stares at him confused “You’re a strange man. Make it right with Miss Vera!”

He nods “I will,”

“Wish she would’ve met my son first,” she says as she walks away

“Vera, may I speak with you?”

“What?” She pits back as she lifts her head from her hands

He clears his throat, fighting the urge to just turn and leave if she was going to speak to him that way “I want to apologize to you,”

She raises her head further “Really,”

He nods “Yes,”

“Why?”

“Well because-“

“Your mom talked to you didn’t she?”

He doesn’t answer

Voe stands “Wow so it never even occurred to you to stop treating me like shit until your Momma came and spanked you? What I husband I have,”

“Well, she doesn’t know that she’s my mother for one,”

She squints “That’s not the point and you know it,”

“I just prefer you not put everything on me,”

“And what did I do hmm? What could I have possibly done that warrant you treating me this way?”

“You left!”

She stares at him “What?”

“You left me! And your children! They were lost without you!”

Voe doesn’t ask, but this was the one time that she could read between the lines.

“Must I remind you that I was kicking and screaming your name? I didn’t leave by choice! I was yanked away!” “For 2 years? Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

She looks at him like he’s insane, but then remembers that she never actually got to explain what happened “The Seraphim took my memories, just like your mom’s”

“Do not bring my mother into this!”

“It’s true!”

“Do you have proof?”

She drops her arms “What proof could I show you?”

“I don’t know.” He rubs his forehead “Sometimes I feel like I can trust you, sometimes I feel like I can’t,”

“We can go and ask my mother right now, she was there,”

“No, I- no. There’s no need to do that. I just want you to be happy and I apologize for being part of the reason that you’re unhappy,”

“Part of the reason?”

“Fine. The reason,”

“Alastor tell me something, am I pretty?”

He rolls his eyes “Again?”

“See? That! Why can’t you answer me?”

“Why do I have to answer it?”

“It’s been 3 months and I figured you’d be on me like an animal,”

“Well, I just have a lot of things to think about,”

“Like Willie?”

He sighs, knowing he’s caught “Willie is a friend,”

“A friend you had a moment with!”

“I- I did not have a moment with Willie,”

“Yes, you did! Everyone knows, even Cherri Bomb!”

“Why are you talking to everyone else about this? Why not ask me?”

“Are you dumb? You wouldn’t talk to me!”

“Well, I’m telling you Willie is just a friend,”

“A friend you brought to your radio station. You seem to have brought everyone up there but me!”

“Well- I uh- would you like to come up there?”

Voe steps closer “Tell me, how much prettier than me is Willie?”

“Voe please,”

“Voe? What happened to Vera?”

“Vera! Please!” he takes a step back

“What? What? My hair is pink and now I’m skinnier, and now I’m not pretty enough for you?”

“That’s not it,” he sighs

“What is it then? Hmm?” she gets up in his face “You were the only person who never treated me differently because of how I look! Everyone lets me get by because I’m pretty, but you. You let me have it, and I love that,” she yells through tears “It’s one of the many reasons why I loved you!”

The “d” at the end of ‘loved” really hit Alastor hard, past tense. 

“But I guess now I’m not pretty enough for you! I guess that’s why you never told me you loved me! Cuz it was about looks for you too!” She starts to turn away and Alastor silently grabs her wrist, pulling her into his chest. 

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips, then connecting them with his. “Despite it all, I love you,”

“Even after losing all this weight and having pink hair?”

“Yes,” he nods curtly

“Even after bringing your mother down here?”

“Yes,”  he responds, “Despite that being an awful choice,”

“I know…” she says softly “I’m sorry. And you still love me?”

Alastor glances back over his shoulder softly. He turns to face her and cups her chin “How could I not?” She leans into his palm, and he gazes at her softly “You’re an angel now,” she nods “You’re my angel.” Alastor’s expression turns angry

“What’s wrong?”

“I refuse to let them have you,”

“What?”

Alastor pulls his wife closer to his body “They cannot have you. I do hope you enjoyed your time in heaven. You’ll never see it again,” he tilts her head up and slides his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with a fervor like a starving man eating his first meal in decades. “You are my wife. You are mine for eternity. I will not let you go. If they want you, they’ll have to go through me. I will slaughter any demons or angels that think they can keep you from me. You may be an angel, but where you belong is in my arms.”

She stares up at him “I want you so bad right now.” Voe lunges at her husband, who catches her and embraces her with his arms and his lips. 

“You… you are going to be the death of me. You know that, darling?”

“Well, you’re already dead, so no need to worry about that,”

He pulls her into a deep kiss. “Time for me to finish what I started,” he whispers into her mouth

Voe reaches up and wraps her arm around Alastor’s neck “Take me,” she whispers back and puts his hand on her ass. He squeezes it and they both grin into the kiss.

“I’m used to you wearing tight clothes, not loose robes,”

Voe giggles “I’m leaving more to the imagination,”

“And the Jesus sandals?” he raises his eyebrow smirking

She laughs “I’ll admit they’re comfortable. But I’m gonna go back to my heels,”

Alastor nods, “I think that’s best,” He twirls her as if they’re dancing and they end up spinning in circles holding each other up

“I love you,” He says while he lays her on the bed

“I love you,” she responds while she pulls him down onto her.

Voe reaches up and unties his tie, biting it while she removes his coat and unbuttons his vest along with his shirt. He took his time removing her robes- to not snag her wings- along with her bra and panties and saw in all its glory her beautiful body. Yes, she was less thick than she used to be, but when he saw her ample tan breasts with perky brown nipples, all the way down her smooth stomach with chub on it, and her gorgeous cunt laced with light pink pubic hair, he didn’t know what he had been thinking, not taking her the moment she got back. Maybe he really was crazy, like they all said.

Voe on the other hand had been waiting for months to devour this man, Once his top clothing was off she ran her palms over his slightly furry chest and torso covered in sexy scars and bit her lip to help contain the lust in her loins. 

“Where is your wedding ring?” she asked him again

Alastor reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, showing her. Voe punches him in the chest “I should beat you up for that!”

He raises his eyebrow “Is that really what you want to do right now?” he asks while slipping it on

She shakes her head and pulls him in for another kiss, yanking his pants down with her toes, and is very happy to see his thick cock spring up like her in the morning.

“Happy to see me, huh?” she asked before ripping off his boxers to see the full show. Thick, veiny, and brownish grey, that’s what she liked to see. Her pussy drooled at the sight of him. She flips them over and lowers herself onto his cock. She blushes and moans as the thickness splits her apart in the best of ways, while Alastor maneuvers her down onto him, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of her insides. She slowly starts to bounce, holding onto his shoulders, she blushes and looks away, unused to this feeling now, but Alastor makes her stare him in the eyes. Her blush takes up her entire face as she quickens her pace and he holds onto her hips. Alastor begins groaning with pleasure, nothing could compare to how his wife felt around him.

“I will,” With every bounce on his cock, Alastor growls, “Never! Never let you go!” Voe cries out in pleasure, “Who’s your husband?” He growls into her ear

“You.” She pants 

“Say your husband’s name!”

“Alastor,” she breathes out 

The scent emanating from her is delicious. He sniffed her like crack. 

“Yes, darling, yes, scream my name, scream it more, moan it, scream it. I cannot get enough of hearing it,”

“Alastor!”

“Yes, darling, yes, that's it, keep screaming it, don't stop, I need to hear you screaming my name, I couldn't bear to hear you saying any other name but mine,”

“Uhhh Alastor!!!”

“You are beautiful. Gorgeous. I should have been on you like an animal. I crave you like an addict, needing you again and again like air to breathe. I want you constantly, craving to touch you, to hold you. To know that forever you are mine,”

Voe continues bouncing and Alastor thrusts into her cunt at maximum force and speed

He continues whispering as he kisses all over her gorgeous naked body, “You can't even comprehend how deep this obsession of mine runs... how the craving for you is constant, how the need to claim you as mine, to make sure everyone knows it and that they can never take you from me, is so strong it's almost painful to hold back from just taking you right there every time I see you!”

“I-uh Alastor!! I need you! I want you I- mmmfuck!”

“You don’t have to say a thing. Your husband knows what you mean,” he smirked

She wanted to look annoyed, but the pleasure of his cock twitching inside of her cunt make it impossible to do anything but moan.

“Look at me my love,”

Voe lowers her head and looks at him, into his crimson eye.

“Cum for your husband,”

Voe lets the wave crash over her twitching and leaking all over his crotch. She buries her face into his neck and pulls him closer to her.

“I missed you,” he whispered

“I missed you,” she replied

“I didn’t want to admit it, but you had me the moment you walked into the hotel,” 

She looks up at him and her eyes shine “Really?”

He nods once “Yes,”

The next morning Voe strolls through the parlor, unable to keep the large grin off her face

“Well, look who got laid,” Angel smirks. 

“That’s right, missionary accomplished,” Voe tells him as she cackles up at the ceiling.

“Boo! Boo!” he responds to her joke, smiling all the while

[followfire]

Another unprompted fic bit, just because it's written! :D

It's a companion to this bit and the fic is titled The Case Before Us and I love it deerly*

*it's a pun because there's Yanfei in it and she has deer like antlers and—nevermind

~~~

After the walk with Yanfei, Jean went back to the hotel room that she was sharing with Barbara, wanting to go over all the files about the case again to prepare herself for the next day, when they were to appear before the judge. Her time in Liyue so far had mostly been spent sightseeing and trying culinary specialties, but she mustn’t forget her reason to be here in the first place…

Barbara arrived later, and Jean asked her about her day and what she had seen. Barbara recounted everything, visibly pleased by the performance. She was talking with passion, going into details, telling her how inspiring Liyue’s music was and how it was already giving her new ideas for future musical compositions.

Jean, on the other hand, felt a little disappointed that she did not attend the performance herself. Disappointed that she did not get to see it, for one thing, but mostly that she did not get to share it with Barbara. Strangely, Barbara seemed okay with telling her about it, but had not been willing to spend this moment with her…

Once Barbara was done talking, Jean’s eyes fell back to the papers in front of her, ready to go back to her work. But her conversation with Yanfei was running through her head as her fingers were anxiously fiddling with the corner of a page. It was important that she take advantage of this moment that she had with Barbara.

“What do you want to do…” and she almost finishes with “that I could be a part of?” but decides it’s not the most suitable turn of phrase. “…next?” she says instead.

Barbara probably heard her hesitation, because she became hesitant herself. Jean could see the shift in her attitude, this shift that she had grown accustomed to seeing every time she tried to connect with her: the joy and enthusiasm that was here a second ago suddenly faded only to leave shyness and uncertainty in its place. Jean almost regretted her question. Maybe she should have stayed quiet, and should have waited for Barbara herself to reach out if she felt inclined to, or left her alone if it was what made her feel the most comfortable.

But she didn’t want to leave things as they were, didn’t want to wait. She wanted to spend time with Barbara and make her see how much she wished for it to happen more often.

“You’re lucky, Jean, you have a sister!” she could hear Yanfei tell her.

“We still have a few days after the hearing and we’re lucky to be here so I was thinking we could make good use of them. You can tell me what you want to do and I’ll come along.”

“Well I…” Barbara was looking down, one of her hands coming to rest on her opposing arm. Jean felt like she had cornered her. She was suddenly aware that she was sitting at a desk in their shared room, her papers in front of her, settled in a way Barbara wasn’t. Her sister was just standing there, one moment happily chatting with her, and now not really having anywhere she could retreat since they were sharing the room. “I don’t want to trouble you and take you to shows or events that you’re not interested in!” she finally said defensively.

“It wouldn’t be like that! I just want to spend time with you.” Jean tried to speak softly but with enough confidence to convince Barbara, this time.

“Okay, so… There is going to be a concert at the Heyu Tea House the day after tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?”

“Yes, of course!”

A timid smile came back to Barbara’s face. “Great, let’s do that!”

And the conversation stopped there as Barbara retreated in the bathroom while Jean went back to her work. It was a step forward, Jean thought, but at the same time, it wasn’t making her feel optimistic. Barbara had offered an activity that they could do together, but it was because she had insisted herself. She did get what she wanted, and she had voiced her desire to connect more with her sister. But Barbara was still hesitant and reluctant. “I don’t want to trouble you”, she had said… Jean wondered if maybe Barbara didn’t want to reveal that it was in fact the other way around, and it was Jean who was troubling her by imposing her presence - she knew she wasn’t a very fun person to hang out with, after all… Or if she really imagined that Jean thought of their relationship as trouble. If it was the latter, she didn’t know how to shift this idea…

[tale-of-two-new-kings]

"The tale of two new kings" - [Intro. post⚔️🛡️]

[All OOC (out of character) posts and tags will be made in brackets like this one. All basic DNI rules. Anons allowed; if your rude or spam you will be blocked]

[Hello! My name is Deerly and my main blog is @deerdeardarling where I mainly post about my Pokemon Chosen AU, which this blog is apart of! As well as all of my other hcs & aus. This blog is specifically around my version of The First Two Galarian Kings! who were only crowned a year ago.]

[These two are Tarax (right) and Lancelet (left)! They are the original Chosens of Zacian and Zamazenta and are around 16 years old. Tarax is very spry and tries to be uplifting and positive even in times of uncertainty; while Lancelet (or just Lance) is more reserved and quick witted (this. will very likely not show well in my writing. cause i am not smart lmao)] [Note: I'm gonna try to use like. ye olde speak but really no guarantees. Really this is all just for fun and so I can share my ideas. Also blog lore will be in another post after this one initial one]

[reaperkaneki]

I am begging everyone, please vote for Khalid von Riegan, my deerly beloved literal biracial king. As in, he is actually mixed-race royalty. His main goals are to break down borders, end xenophobia and racism, and help the oppressed. Heart of gold, everyone.

Edelgard’s main points are fuck the church (and Rhea specifically), fuck the nobility + crest system, and fuck the entire structure of Fodlan as we know it.

But guess what? Claude has very similar beliefs, and he did marginally less war crimes about it! Least violent of the three lords, voted most likely to survive a war with his head intact. Clever, resourceful, and an overall relatively good guy who’s always trying to see the bigger picture—past territories, countries, and even continents. And Claude&co actually get to beat up the Agarthans in his route.

(Disclaimer: I think Claude should have done more war crimes. As a treat. But, like, he didn’t, sooo… might as well flex?)

- He doesn’t like Rhea or the church, and muses about a “world without Rhea”. [Verdant Wind, Ch14]

- He’s often mildly blasphemous/asking that other people respect alternate beliefs [Claude/Petra C+, Claude/Lorenz A, Claude/Leonie B], while still respecting that religion and spirituality can “become a support system for them, that’s a good thing” [Claude/Byleth B+]. 

- He doesn’t care about being a noble (and especially not the Fodlan idea of one) and is not above doing menial tasks [Claude/Leonie C, Claude/Petra B]. He even refers to himself as someone who is not used to being a noble, who “didn’t exactly grow up in luxury like most people of noble blood” [Claude/Byleth C]

- And I don’t even have to talk about breaking down societal structures! He wasn’t even born with the Crest system, he absolutely knows that Crests are a bullshit thing to base a large portion of your society over and that plenty of people get by without… Because he’s literally from a country where no one has them.

Edelgard’s end goal is the destruction of nobility and the embrace of meritocracy. A world where the most qualified, the most skilled are rewarded, regardless of birth. Personally for her, it means purging the country of those who have committed unforgivable sins, like human experimentation, mutilation of children, all sorts of government and church corruption. It means making sure no one goes through what she did.

Claude’s end goal is the destruction of borders and the merging of cultures. A world where people embrace their differences and discard prejudice. Personally for him, it means forcing Fodlan and Almyra (and Brigid and Dagda and hopefully more) to see each other as people, to bond and stop fighting constantly, to stop excluding other based on something so arbitrary as race. It means making sure no one goes through what he did.

(They are very similar. If only Edelgard had ever learned the definition of compromise.)

Is this idealistic? Is this achievable? Are these simply the lofty goals of a dreamer with stars in his eyes? Yes! And Claude knows this! Yet this is the cause he has chosen to fight for! He knows his goal is unrealistic, he’s faced discrimination time-and-time again, but still he pursues it.

He runs away from home after enduring years of open derision and hatred at his mixed heritage, and assassination attempts at the hands of his countrymen and even his half-siblings [Byleth/Claude B, Golden Wildfire Ch5]. Yet instead of finding refuge in his mother’s homeland he finds more of the same, just in different flavors.

So he takes up a new name: Claude. Khalid is too foreign, too noticeable—but Claude is a “good, solid, all-purpose moniker” [Cindered Shadows], and is similar enough to his Almyran name. He hides his past and speaks about himself in the third person because he’s terrified of what might happen if his secrets—he’s mixed, a foreign prince from the wrong side of the border—might be discovered.

He spends five years in a country that hates his homeland when he could fuck off across the border anytime, struggling to stay neutral through a bloody war, because he wants things to be better. While people all around him call people from his country brutes and savages. (After having been called coward and weakling the other way around his whole childhood.)

All of that, and then his actual, personal character in fe3h revolves around him being this teenager who is always scheming, who actively advertises himself as being the “embodiment of distrust”. He smiles, and smiles, and smiles, and it’s hardly ever genuine [the fucking prologue, Claude/Hilda A]. No one trusts him, and so he doesn’t trust anyone else. He learns to brew poisons and tell lies to protect himself [Claude/Byleth B], but hypocritically, he desires to uncover everyone else’s secrets.

And yet, somehow, he’s the one who unabashedly trusts and believes in Byleth and their return. Culminating, ultimately, in them winning the final battle because Claude does the corniest shounen anime speech about friendship! and uniting together! and scaling walls! Which is simultaneously a genuine speech and a distraction and in and of itself a display of trust and synergy that validates the entire speech!!!!!! And it was all a scheme!!!!! AUGH

….Plus his theme song and the final boss track of his route both fuck severely.

Claude is the son of a woman who threw away her title to elope with an enemy prince and live her life in a foreign country where they call her people cowards. Plus she kicks ass. Vote for Claude, if not for his sake, then for Tiana (née) von Riegan’s sake.

I could go on, I could genuinely go on until the sun comes up, (and I will, so don’t try me) but please, I beg you, fucking vote Khalid he truly deserves it.

[deerlypaws]

wink wonk ;)

[rotnread]

A Rooster Walks Into A Bar.

Pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader

AN: i never write on here and i wasn’t going to share this cause it’s sooo bad. so i apologize in advance.

Warning: crappy dirty jokes (but seems more like your mom jokes). cringing may be unbearable. i think i say deer a lot, idk.

Summary: your call sign is 'bambi' & bradley wants to use a pick-up line to approach you. but none of it seems right. i wonder why....

*boo, you whore! don’t steal.*

You cute doe!

He thought.

It was a good one. It was safe. But he swears, even though Hangman’s earlier pick-ups didn’t land, that he could do much better.

Bradley had to think quicker.

You were lonely at the bar and Coyote has been staring you down like a predator sizing up its prey.

I would kill your mother to get a shot at you. If she doesn’t catch the reference, he's fucked.

You probably get Bambi the deer related pickup lines all the time to the point where it's boring or annoying, best to just avoid it.

But he loves pick-up lines deerly.

Oh deer, I’m gonna shoot my shot. But if I miss I hope I get your mom.

But if he remembered correctly, your mom had also passed away. Could be a good━ dark ice breaker.

Want to grab a coffee and exchange childhood trauma stories of our dead mothers?

Or, on second thought, no.

Your names Bambi? Well that's funny, cause I was thinking about skinning you like a deer.

(JESUS FUCKING CHRIST)

Hey Bitch someone shot your mom…

Hey Bambi, let me be your Thumper, AS IN: LET ME THUMP YOUR ASS LMAO!

Okay, maybe he won't. Not when he's already had a couple of drinks.

But you had already been all-too aware of him staring all night. Waiting for him to finally approach you. And the couple of drinks that you had yourself, given you just enough confidence to walk up to him instead.

Everyone else has had the courage to speak to you, welcoming you as a new recruit.

And still you have not had the honor to really talk to the one they call Rooster.

His height, the smell of his cologne, the Hawaiian t-shirt, and, of course, his retro mustache turned you into a deer in headlights.

Bradley Bradshaw was a sight for sore eyes.

Your sweet voice stops him mid-way from downing the rest of his drink.

"Bradley, right?" You asked.

He turns slowly on his heels, shoes facing you before his whole body follows.

He’s trying to wipe off that stupid expression on his face.

Eyes glazed, a confident smirk on his mouth.

"Yeah, but everyone calls me Rooster."

"Rooster." You repeated, matching his smirk. "It's perfect for you."

"You think?"

"Yeah. I grew up on a farm. So I’m pretty good at raising cocks." You wink.

[a-hazbin-spider]

The firm prod that flips him on his back is enough to surprise him somehow, enough for him not to prepare- and consequently letting out a pained yelp. His arms hold at himself, and he tries his best to glare up.

Ah. No. He just looks sad down there. Damn makeup even starting to smear, and give way to a few… less than flawless items on his face. Wh- Angel are you going to try and ignore that- oh, okay then. Ignoring his yelping.

“Ain’t like I ain’t never had t’sleep on th’ floor b’fore babe. But. Erm…” he looked to struggle with himself for a moment before giving in.

“I… Yeah, I need help.”

@a-hazbin-spider continuing from: x

Angel’s face down on that floor, and somehow that gentle nudge gets a gasp from him. And it lowers into a quiet groan. He shifts slightly so tired eyes can peer up. Guess he wasn’t sleeping. He almost remains silent a bit too long for being in a prone position like this but he just sinks back down and mumbles what he hopes the other can hear.

“… ‘Couldn’t make it.” He tries to state simply, voice a little hoarse. One boot kicks at the other, as if that’d explain anything. Which- it explains very little.

His brows knit, face scrunches, the hoof nudges again at those ribs, more firmly this time, rolling the other so he’s at least face up on the floor. Alastor is a bit out of his depth, and definitely doesn’t know what exactly he should do, “…Couldn’t make it to your room so you decided the lobby floor was good enough?” A poke to the gut with the mic, and a tip of his head, he’s curious but not sure if he could help the other up to a room or if there’s even anything really going on. He didn’t have enough information, “You need help? …Or?”

[smiledotdeer]

[ When Alastor wakes up this morning, it's due to him feeling far too warm to keep the blanket over himself. So, naturally, he tosses it off...but it doesn't help. He feels just as hot—if not hotter—than he did before discarding it.

He also finds that heat building up deep in his gut, making him toss and turn and feel increasingly restless.

Oh no.

His rut has officially started.

He'd prepared this time, though. At least, as far as letting people know goes. A shaky hand grabs at his microphone so he can send a pre-recorded message to those he cares for most. When he's done, the staff is put back down so Alastor can lay back down and clutch at one of his pillows tightly with both arms.

The message goes as follows: ]

"Yellow! This is Alastor a.k.a Calloway speaking! As you are probably aware, I go through a yearly rut around this time, and I'm afraid it's finally in full swing! This message is being sent to you because you are one of the few that I know and trust and care for.

"Consider this a warning of sorts: if you do not wish to deal with my heightened possessiveness, clinginess, moodiness, and, of course, a constant erection and an insatiable appetite for sex, I advise you to stay away until my rut is over and done with.

"If none of these things perturb you, then you are permitted to come visit me...although I can't guarantee that I'll let you leave for a while once you've crossed my threshold. I also advise that you don't try to leave if I'm holding onto you; I may just lose myself and make you stay...one way or another.

"Whatever the case, I appreciate you listening to this message! My frequency will still be open for long distance communication should any of you decide my behavior is too much to handle, so please, feel free to call me anytime!

Over and out!"

( This message was sent to the following people: @concubuck @dementedstatic @deerly-beloveded @a-hazbin-spider @shika-the-satyr @phisaya @hazbinbargainbin (for Dan and Angel) @alastorous-disaterous @angel-dust-bitch @the-carnifeque @remnantsouls (for Able)

If I forgot someone and you feel as though your muse and Alastor are close enough to have received this message, please let me know by liking this post/using the reply function/sending a DM!)

[daisychainfiction]

What's the most embarrassing thing the characters have ever done?

Ooo fun. Below the cut!

[ROs]

Annika – Caught by Deerly while having sex with Deerly’s son, Xavier. She was terrified Deerly would have her sent to the woods. When that didn’t happen, Annika settled on mortification. She didn’t speak to Xavier or look at Deerly for a month.

Vardah – has no sense of shame whatsoever. The day she feels embarrassed is the day she’s dead.

Hunter – the quintessential ‘asked a someone to prom and was let down in front of everyone.’ It wasn’t even that embarrassing of a rejection, but he was so sure the feelings were mutual that he was not prepared. Stood there grinning like he thought the person was joking. No one made fun of him to his face, but there was a lot of pity (which was worse in his opinion). He has still not recovered.

Jordan – Was the 'someone' Hunter asked to prom. Unlike Hunter, they have recovered from it. Nowadays, nothing can embarrass them.

Silas – Got super sick but decided to go through with a paid speaking engagement (because broke post-grad). Went up on stage, forgot his notes and talking points. Tried to wing it. Failed spectacularly. Literally fell and got a concussion leaving the stage. Turned out he had pneumonia and could have died if he didn’t get sent to the hospital.

Nadia – Nadia’s biggest embarrassment was writing herself secret admirer letters as a teen – and then getting found out by the biggest loudmouths at Deerbourne, Xavier and Silas.

[Others]

Kimberly – sold fake feet pics online. As in. Silicone mannequin feet that beauty schools use to teach students/ stores use to model shoes. Got found out by Maria and grounded for three weeks.

Maria – couldn’t get into her car in the grocery parking lot. The key fob wasn’t working, so she called a locksmith. ...It wasn’t her car; her car was two rows down. The real owner threatened to call the cops, plus she had to pay the locksmith for their time.

Deerly – redacted for plot purposes 🙃

[fereldanwench]

hit a full year of the most casual of Japanese studies on duolingo!

i dont really have any super lofty goals with this, and i am very aware that there are a lot of limitations with language apps, especially for japanese. i just started it kind of on a whim since i was writing two characters who can speak japanese, and i figured having more than zero knowledge about the language was worthwhile. but it's fun! i have some kana workbooks too that i like writing in when i'm watching tv but feel the need to do something with my hands because i don't know how to just sit still.

i also started studying it on lingodeer this year, too. i'm not as good about doing those lessons on the daily (even tho the little deer popping up with the "i miss you deerly" message makes me feel worse than the green owl yelling at me, lmao), but they're much better for learning kana than duolingo imo. in the context of lessons i can usually figure it out, but with no context so my brain can't cheat and find the pattern? yeah, not so much. i can consistently recognize the kanji for cat (猫) and that's about it, lmao.

but uhhhh yeah, proud of myself for sticking with something every day for a whole ass year. and this was a true 365 days--i never even had to use one of my streak freezes (although there were a few times it almost happened, like when i had covid). so here's to another year!