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Thinking about my old pkmn ask blog
#I’m not really active in the community anymore but more because I grew away from it#I think about coming back a lot but Im not really sure what id do lol. I mean I think my storytelling and writing#skills have somewhat improved. but i still really really suck at making endings#although maybe I could make it like something that resolves the main problem and then just open for any interactions..#….fuck. I’m actually considering it now. I love impulsiveness 🧍#ugh but the other problem was that I would slowly stop updating as the dopamine slowed down and then just abandoned it altogether#multiple times in fact. since I’m the one making the content and not consuming it eeeuuhhgggghuhuhhhhhhh#this lil guy was supposed to have a story around his estranged family and his own problem with identity. I think I could still pick it up#i suck at writing edgy aloof dialogue so it always felt a little stilted or off when I wrote his dialogue. but I love him#myart#my art#oc#pokemon ask blog#pokeask#moss eevee#pokemon
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i have soooo much more i cld say abt him, and have explored more thru other doodles, but quick summary of talon's whole deal, which is subject to change still as he's only almost 2 yrs old as an oc
#oc text#obvs sparse description of the events bc i dont mean for it to be gratuitous#even if i decided to explore it further in some medium the focus wouldnt be gratuitous ykwim#not that there werent awful stuff within that but my focus with talon is also more exploration of like#even stuff that isnt a big deal (which it wasnt at first) can effect someone greatly#and then once it does get a bit worse the focus is still more on the effects of how he views himself and the aftermath#AS WELL AS LIKE. well. did i do this to myself? i went back. do i deserve this?#he's a lot like me and the reason i like the self insert dynamic is bc he thinks of cheye as Me If It Didnt All Go Horribly#bc ive not gone thru the Extreme but i have had interactions with ppl who very enthusiastically thought i was ummmm underage!!!#while they were already being creepy toward me and making me nervous abt my safety !#so this isnt ''he's umm 400 but looks 12 bc i want to do weird shit with him 😏'' dude drawing him Fed makes me so sad sometimes...#we're also weird eating buddies <3#and grief buddies <3 he actually further spawned out of my need to deal with a lot of family members passing away in such a short time#severe death phobia buddies...#i still dont know how he really feels about his Old Wrinkly Form btw all i know is he feels safe in it#as much as id love to sway toward ''he thinks he's hot like that. because he is.'' i also dont want to convey the wrong message wrt this#form being due to....disordered eating caused by Issues. ykwim#though! he can shapeshift quite well when he's fed and maybe he'd choose that form willingly if he ever got. Past everything#he does hate that he never gets to actually age...! he wishes he cld age normally like a mortal...(still scared of dying though)#but we cant knoww for certain yet ykwim. maybe he'll let me know soon.#my issue with talon other than i suck at plots is well he has too many of my issues. and. idk how to solve them.#he's growing with me.#oh and have we noticed he's mean to me when *im* being mean to me...MANY such metaphors#ok goodnite
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I know the answer might be no but still!
Are you ever going to make or add your characters into character ai?
I think it'll be really cool to be able to talk to Ollie, or just talk to the whole gang!!
Also lots of love to your art and comic, I found this comic when I was at my lowest and it really helped me out when I was really sad in depressed! Thank you for making this comic and for doing all of this amazing work that you have put in to your characters and storyline!!!
look 🙏 i do see the possible appeal in that i aint gunna lie one bit and as the creator of these characters the idea of being able to seemingly talk to them sounds pretty cool! BUT i simply cant jump on the AI train to Any extent it just wouldn't sit right with me. I feel like it would unnerve me after a while plus the idea of my OCs being 'off' or having out of character dialogue that's out of my control kinda gives me the willies. It seems like one of those things that are simply too good to be true in a practical sense so any possibility of it happening just goes into uncanny valley like do i wish i could take my ocs out of my brain and talk to them HELL yes ( if i dont get killed first) but that should be an impossible thing to do unless im dreaming or hallucinating or some shit. It's like the AI images ie. i Could just type in a bunch of prompts and shit out like 30000 images of my ocs so that i could look at them but where would the yearning be after that??? The loving sculpting of them in my brain while im trying to capture their essence with my hands into a drawing??? One of the main reasons for my ocs to exist is so that its something for my brain to toy around with and wallow in like a cat in catnip, so the idea of being able to just 'lay everything out' so easily just ruins the whole ' i have mysterious little dudes in my head that i mold around everyday to try and figure them out' aspect if that makes any sense??? PLUS im pretty sure the chat ai basically takes paragraphs from writers so for me to be so abhorrently against ai images yet being on board with chat ai when its ~surprise~ stealing from real writers feels like the most hypocritical ass shit i could do sO long old head 'robots evil' rant short: its a no from me dawg
BUT THAT ASIDE im glad to hear u like wheel bitten!! That means so much to hear and may your life continue to improve and thrive!✨🌟
#like yes that could be a tool to broaden my ocs and allow people to 'get to know them' and bond with them better but its justttt#Not Right to me yknow#plus idk man AI can only be so accurate and i know i may eat my words in a few months with how this is all progressing which makes it all#the more disturbing but point being id be too paranoid of one of them being off character or just saying something they would not say#willingly throwing my ocs into something so out of control feels like Too Much so id rather maintain my say so over that#hence why that loser who took Ollie and put him in there just pricked that Special nerve#and i Know if my ocs get bigger this whole problem is going to get bigger but id rather nip it in the butt where i can#like as much as i would love to just let yall go nuts and interact with them when im off somewhere i dont think its going to#stay lighthearted and fun i could see it getting rlly Not So Fun as it progresses#cause dont even get me started on the mentally deranged mfs who could develop an Unhealthy connection to them from that#maybe im being a drama queen abt the whole thing but idc i dont wanna take any chances
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If it's not too much trouble could you do Ray? Totally fine if not no pressure!! Just ignore this ask
Have a wonderful day
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Oh please! I got you my dear lad!🤝🏻 Thank you for being patient!!! Loved drawing your Rick, he's stylish!!
DAY 9 - RAY
*huffs annoyedly.*
#I LOVE YOUR HAIR!!!#rick and morty#art#rick sanchez#my art^#30days30animations#rick and morty oc#tweening#animation#request#id love to see more of Ray and INTERACT WITH HIM!!#nice bro you got there my lad!!! thanks for your request and your patience!!!#i added some high collar i hope you dont mind!!!!#i had a little trouble with the lights but thats just how it is
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This is my first time joining art fight!
#artfight#uh any way I’m excited most of my ocs usually stay in a dusty old closet#I wanted to do more but god help me I do not feel like drawing another ref#So yea also if any mutuals or ppl I interact here do it too send me your page id love to brutally attack you with art!!
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Lamont design explorations with @archiixx where we basically just try to infuse some medpoc energy to her design (im failing but my partner does a GREAT job at potraying Lamont unhinged which i may post later)
Did I mention that they're both a Reverse 1999 OC and Sucker for Love OC simultaneously? I already made a r99 doc for Lamont with everything but their lore covered 😭 But for the Sucker for Love aspect of Lamont is still in the works because I still need Azathoth lore...
also... self portrait
sometimes medpoc looks asianer than i intended and yes thats because i am, in fact, projecting
#btw they are not immune to getting a 15 feet tall dragon gf because i said so and not projecting at all im normal im norm#oc - lamont#YES i am still trying to unkin medpoc by making a medpoc coded oc#i need to make lamont grosser and weirder#feel free to send me asks abt my ocs btw... id be joy#but at the same time i should post more about them LOL#oc#mocha oc rambling#reverse 1999 oc#Medicine Pocket#i dont think lamont and medpoc would ever interact because i prefer my kinned characters 10209202 feet away from one another#sucker for love oc
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tfw when you get a rush of inspiration and the scattered pieces in your head connect >>>>
#this happened to me with siphon. this happened to me with crash.#and now its happening again with tint and shade#JK THEYRE NOT CALLED THAT ANYMORE IM CHANGING THEIR ENTIRE LORE#i felt it was too similar to ink/siphon's lore....... the twins lore was the first i ever made so i didn't tske into consideration#the lore everyone else would have#i did an EENSY bit of research for this. all my inspiration for this was two goddamn theater masks#if i manage to finish them today or tomorrow or the day after that it would be great#then that would only leave me with crash and vice.SER to think about#and then i could get to work on the actual multiverse interactions#GOOOOOD who knew making an entire fucking multiverse with only 8 characters was gonna be this hard#it ok tho bc ive really been thinking about my character's lore and coming up with cool backstories.........#i rlly hope people like swapinverse i really hope people SEE swapinverse#id kms if nobody did because i really love these characters i made and i don't wanna keep them hostage for this long#insipiration and motivation comes in waves for me im sorry ☹️☹️☹️ if im not inspired i won't work on swapinverse#tricule rant#ok but its only been like 10 days of summer break and im already i think more than halfway done....??? hopefully????#maybe ill ACTUALLY finish swapinverse by the end of this summer break and then maybe be able to show it to people.........#would people be into my ocs. would they even like them. i mean like maybe#but tbfr idrk. i don't know if i wanna make an ask blog or make comics#i was thinking of doing a bunch of different mediums for this but idk#maybe i could make comics for the mst and write for siphon/crash and then make big pieces with tidbits of lore for the twins#STILL have no idea what the fuck im gonna do with vice.SER. i'll grt to him eventually
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Creator: In this game humans do not exist instead we have the four monster kinds Vampires ghosts demons and zombies
Alex Order: Chaotic Order case 1 Turnabout Forest by Guy_lemon_happy out now on aaonline dot fr. ok ?
#love me some aa ocs (looks at the jp archive. the snat content. the evan n alberto images.)#im a huge fan of frankenspriting also(jp. glase. blaze.) even if i dont really interact much with aaoc ppl i always appreciate them frm afa#also aoco is just a fun case to play thru (did this again last night). its short (like 15 mins max) and uses voicelines from plvspw-#-which is so AWESOME always happy to see more layton love...#I LOVE HAVING FUN I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE MAKE THINGS AND HAVE FUN DOINF SO RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#pinks art#csp#pwaa#i should just make a new tag for oc content i will not lie#aaoc#i suppose. ill edit all snat posts to have yhis also. maybe. maybe not.#ace attorney oc#no image id#ill add l8r i think
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Solace posting send tweet
#(he/they/she)#i've been playing them more often recently and im love them#i *was* going to keep them a romance-free run but the more they interact w/ wyll the more my resolve fails#solace riadyr#bg3#my ocs#bg3 tavs#elf tav#cleric of ilmater#tempest cleric#my post#bg3 screenshots#genderfluid oc#baldurs gate 3#image id in alt text
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HELLO AGAIN CHARLIE!!!!!!! 34, 10, 4, 37, 42 for courier six please!!! trying HARD not to ask too too toooo many but i have been SO super curious how your fnv playthrough is going thus far and what your guy is shaping up to be like in your mind :) [additionally i hope the overstimulation has subsided and you can have a nice relaxing day or night!]
OC Asks
HIIIII ^_^ first, thank you for the kind words, im doing a lot better than i was yesterday :3 and my playthrough has been pretty good so far! last night i was trying to tackle the come fly with me quest, and then i got stuck and read a walkthrough and realized i didnt need to complete that quest in order to get the information i need from manny vargas, which wouldve been nice to know beforehand, those nightkin are beating my ass T_T sooo im gonna make my way outta there and back to novac tonight (maybe after i watch the new dunmeshi ep ^_^)
ok, on to the questions!
4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?
Well right now in game, my courier is wearing the leather armor with a cowboy hat, but in my mind i imagine them wearing the NCR ranger combat armor because thats what ive seen the courier usually drawn as wearing, also its a pretty cool outfit ^_^ i also think they'd wear things like the red handyman jumpsuit and the ranger vest outfit bc theyre also really cool hehe
also bonus doodle i made while thinking of answers for these lol
10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?
Pride, or maybe wrath? They do sometimes act a little egotistical, and theyre prone to rage when it comes to dealing with mutant animals and gangs hanging out near the roads in the wasteland (one of their favorite pastimes is standing in the middle of the desert and shooting in a random direction)
34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?
They like to think their home away from home (a home they actually don't remember much of) is Goodsprings, so thats where they come back to the most, just to relax for a while, usually by sitting in the saloon and listening to the radio before hitting the trail again. They just like to help people, though the aren't very graceful when doing so lol. They're sort of a jack of all trades, master of none, and sometimes it was only luck that let them make it out mostly unscathed in some situations.
37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?
Walk off 40 bullets to the chest.
42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?
Obviously they have a scar from when Benny shot them and the following brain surgery, but they also have lots of calluses on their hands, and a scar on their cheek from tripping and scraping themself on a rock (they are known throughout the mojave for many things, including their clumsiness lol)
#ty for the questions!!!!#sorry if the answers arent very detailed o(TヘTo)#i feel like once i get through more of the game ill have a better idea of my courier and how they interact with the rest of the mojave ^^;;#but pls dont hold back on the questions! i love answering them and i love hearing from you! :D#id feel a bit more confident answering questions for my other ocs lol#im gonna go make myself some cake and watch some dunmeshi and then maybe play some more new vegas if it doesnt get too late :3#hope u have a good night!!
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If i ever had a Fandom, people would NOT be normal abt manager. He's an alcoholic, he finds children unbearable to be around, hes not a very good father, he has ALOT of internalized ableism, he's mean to his coworkers, he hates humanity, he wants to watch the world burn, he rather fight The Maker themself before ever admitting he has any issues of the sort, he practices toxic masculinity, he's an overall asshole i wouldn't want to spend a SECOND with
Despite it all he loves his husband, he loves his job, he loves being evil, he loves being an asshole, he loves helping his husband be evil, he will stand up for those he loves and cares for with no hesitation, he will fight god if he needs to, he's cunning, he can fight like hell, and did i mention he loves his husband?
He doesn't go thru much of a character acr from the present part of the timeline till the time he dies, but he dies while fighting. He dies fighting a manifestation of his personal demons fought till his last breath.
He was and never will be a good father to maudi, and by the time he wanted to be a better dad, it was too little too late.
And all of this is... Okay... You can still like him, i do, hes my problematic fave!
Im acting like as if I'll ever get a solid enough following for people to care abt this, im just preparing i guess lol...
#text#text post#oc: manager#As one of my friends put it: The mischaracterization would go crazy#Which is very true#If i ever get a Fandom and i see someone's bio saying 'manager fans dni' im going to LAUGH#Like okay... Sorry... I THE CREATOR won't interact... Sorry 💔💔#Also i think auditor would be just as problematic too ok!#He wouldn't be a good father either! But just a little bit better than manager#'manager is such an evil and bad character he's literally ablist and an alcoholic and he hates children'#Yes!#ableism#<-mentioned#alcohol#<-mentioned as well#If anyone wants to ask HOW manager has internalized ableism id be more than happy to answer!#Or send me asks abt him in general.... I love him.... Please.... Send my inbox with things please please please please pl
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HEY OMG I HAVE A FUN IDEA.
What if we (creators on Tumblr) did an Advent Calendar type thing- but instead of candy it's an OC tidbit or some lore. I think this could be used for just one OC or maybe one story, if said creator has several of those (like me). It could be a really nice method of encouraging people to put stuff out there, maybe some days could be art based- not strictly! Maybe just as an encouragement, or one of 2 options or something.
I'm just spitballing here ofc.. I'd love input from others-
#ooc#memes#oc game#i love art challenges as much as the next creator#and im not AT ALL bashing them here#but this time of year is often stressful and I think im not alone in that#the challenges can feel less like a fun thing and more like an added responsibility at times for me at least#and there isnt an abundance of alternatives out there from what i can see-#challenges and games like that are a great way to interact with the community and communally share your work and efforts#so id like to participate in em! its just a bit too much.#hoping to put a nice alternative into the world ^^#that feels more like getting gifts every day than giving them-#advent calendar
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[Image ID: Two pikachu happily sitting together. One is holding an intersex flag, the other is wearing the transfem flag like a blanket. Text says "Happy Intersex Awareness Week!!". End ID]
Wanted to draw these two again for intersex awareness week, thought folks here would really like that! Original comic here for those who haven't seen. Thank you all for the massive amount of support you've given it!
I'm really happy that people picked up on the trans implications for the pikachu with the scarred tail - she is indeed intended to be both intersex & trans! I imagine her to be intersex & transfem, more specifically.
(Also, for all the folks who have told me "this makes me want to create an intersex pikachu oc", please do!! I'd love to see them! Feel free to tag me if you do make one.)
If you'd like to learn more about intersex people and our experiences this intersex awareness week be sure to check out @interactyouth (InterACT) and consider donating to them here!
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lonely heart seeking whump blogs to follow
i need more whump on my dash!
love me some whumpy art. OC whump. fantasy whump. historic whump. modern whump.
*** I tend to steer clear of suuuper heavy gore and BBU/pet whump stuff (no shade, you do you! keep rocking it! just not my thing)
if you're a whumpy blog, pls interact?
***Follows will come from @letsjustlookupatthestars
[Image ID: a gif of Puss in Boots holding his hat and gazing pleadingly upwards.]
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Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)
Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)
(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue
And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone
She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.
readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)
When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇
also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)
A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.
Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.
Word Count: 3,949
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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.
Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.
The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.
It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.
Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.
"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"
"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.
The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.
"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."
This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?
He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.
"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"
Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.
"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."
Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.
It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.
Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.
Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.
She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.
"Darling, what are you doing?"
"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.
Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.
"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."
"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."
She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.
"I can't."
"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.
"So come with me."
He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.
"Alright. I'll go alone."
"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."
"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"
Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.
"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."
"So come with me!"
"I..."
Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.
"I'll be home later."
She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.
"Y/n, you'll die!"
"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.
Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.
"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."
"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.
"You will die!"
Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.
"So be it."
"Y/n!"
Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.
"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.
He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.
Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.
The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.
The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.
When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.
The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.
He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.
The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.
As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.
If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.
What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.
Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.
By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.
The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.
When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.
The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.
She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.
Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.
Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.
The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.
Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.
Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.
Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.
His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.
The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.
The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.
The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.
"Do you have beignets?"
Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.
"Sausage and grits."
"Coming right up."
Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.
"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"
He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.
The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.
There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.
"Who's asking?"
A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.
"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."
Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.
"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"
"Why yes, I am."
"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"
Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.
"What do you mean?"
"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.
Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.
"I-"
"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.
Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.
"How could you..." he trailed off.
Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.
"Who are..."
His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.
"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."
"Y/n."
It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.
"Alastor."
She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.
"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.
"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.
Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.
"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"
"I love you."
She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.
"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."
"Me too."
He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.
"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."
"I'm so sorry."
Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.
"Never again."
"Never what, my love."
"Never again will I be parted from you."
"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."
"Me too, me too."
"Never again."
"Never again."
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Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)
A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.
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