#switched to charli

[stokergirl]

coachella livestream on the computer criterion channel on the tv. 2hollis and beau travail dont mix up too well tbh

[barblaz-arts]

Honeymoon phase

[cupidsncheerios]

you couldnt kill me if you tried. more textposts

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[bloodibambiidoll]

♱ Let Me Worship You ♱

♱ Kinktober Day 4 ⟢ Charlie Mayhew ⟢ Waxplay/ass eating ♱

Warnings: Blasphemy galore(obviously), sex in a church, wax play, ass eating (M receiving), face fucking, cum eating, reader gets fucked with a candle(not burning), pet names(kitty/angel), church girl reader, choking, hair pulling 18+MDNI

You never expected to find yourself in this position. Completely naked atop the altar of your church's chapel while your priest stands above you with a burning candle. You’re still not even quite sure how you ended up here. It all happened so fast. One minute you were looking up at Father Mayhew asking him about some of the murders you had seen on the churches website and then next thing you knew his hands and tongue were on every inch of exposed skin of your body that they could reach. And when that became not enough he shed you of your clothes. You pressed your naked body against his hardly covered one, the lace of the cream robe he adorned rubbed against your hard nipples and soft skin as you got lost in a messy, heated kisses only to be cut off abruptly by him bending you over the altar with your hands pinned above your head. He leaned over you and rutted against your ass with his cock that was only covered by the thin jock strap and framed perfectly by the assless chaps covering his muscular legs. He bit down on your shoulder hard before calling you a desperate little sinner that needed to be punished, then manhandled you onto the altar on your back and instructed you not to move unless he gives you permission.

“Week after week you come to service in these tiny little dresses and each and every time I have to punish myself for the way I grip my cock when I think about you afterwards. I think it’s time I give you a little punishment of your own.” Father Mayhew tips the candle gripped in his thick ringed hand just enough for another drop of hot, white, wax to drip down onto your skin, joining the other droplets he bestowed upon your flesh moments ago. Your breath hitches at the heat of it and your back instinctively arches off the altar underneath you as your toes curl. “Look at you, the perfect sin.”

Charlie lets another drop of wax fall onto your stomach before slowly walking around the altar like a predator that caught its prey. The fingers of his free hand gently glide along your legs until he stops at the opposite side of you and it grips onto your upper thigh roughly. His eyes are burning embers as he glowers down at you with a sickly satisfied smile before tipping the burning candle directly above your boob and onto your nipple. It lands with a light sizzle that has your eyes rolling back from the pain. He gives the other boob the same attention and then takes your tit in his hand so he can roughly smear the drying wax along your supple skin. He glides the candle so it’s hanging over your face, the hot wax moments away from dripping over your lips.

“I could drip this down into your eyes or down your throat if I felt like it and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” Father Mayhew chuckles lightly and darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “You’re so obedient, you follow me around this church like an eager little kitten after milk and think I won’t notice the damn near starving look in your eyes when you look at me.” He tilts the candle to the point that there’s a drop of wax barely hanging onto the tip of it, dangerously close to dripping down onto your cheek but at the last second he jerks it through the air quickly enough that it lands on the top of your mound instead. Before you can fully process what’s happening you feel another burst of hot liquid dripping directly on top of your pussy, just barely missing your throbbing clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasp in surprise as you watch him tip the candle nearly upside down allowing the melted wax that had gathered there to fall down onto your pelvis in a stream. The hot liquid burns your skin in the most delicious way as it drips down the side of your hips and the crevices of your thighs, just barely missing your clit and puffy, dripping folds as it slowly starts to cool and stick to your skin. Charlie doesn’t stop until the final drop of remaining hot wax drips onto your clit and snuffs out the candle. The burning heat is an agonizing pleasure that only grows stronger as the wax cools and tightens around your sensitive bud.

“Perfection.” The devilish glint in the holy man’s eyes as he devours you with them is sin in itself. Charlie grips onto your thigh and presses your knee flat against the clothed table, exposing you entirely to him. His free hand glides the still warm tip of the candle down your other thigh, up your stomach and across your tits, almost like he is connecting the dots of the droplets he left on your body.

“Like god handcrafted you, just for me.” He flips the candle so the side with the wick is cupped in his hand before bringing it to your chin, circling your lips and using the cool wax end to pull your bottom lip from between your teeth. Charlie runs the candle across your lips, smearing the spit that had gathered there and you take it upon yourself to dart your tongue out and taste the dry wax. His eyes widen, the flames from the candles still lit around you flickering off his irises as a low groan leaves the back of his throat at your actions. “Suck on it.”

You wrap your lips around it and swirl your tongue while you hold eye contact with the man you’ve lusted after week after week as you watch him deliver sermons in a way you’ve never seen before. He shoves it further in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat and you gag. “That’s it, little kitty, get it nice and wet for me.”

After a few moments of practically fucking your throat with the candle causing the taste of wax to coat your mouth Father Mayhew pulls it from your lips, brings the slickness of it between your legs and caresses your folds with it. You mewl when he glides it up and uses it to push the now dry wax on your clit away before tapping it against your throbbing bud. Your hips try to raise off the altar but the hand on your thigh holds you in place. He circles it around before sliding it back through your dripping pussy lips, effectively coating it in your creamy wetness. He teases your entrance with the tip and you try to tilt your hips again to press it further inside you but he pulls it away with a deep chuckle.

“Beg me. Beg me to put it inside you.” He circles your clit before caressing every inch around your pussy, but never pressing inside you. The hand on your thigh glides down to push the dried wax at the apex of your thighs away as he grins down at you with a carnal look in his brown eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Father. Any way you please, I’m yours.” Your voice is desperate and exasperated in a way you’ve never heard but you don’t even care because you’ll do anything for him to continue to defile you. Charlie’s lips crack into smirk and his eyes fill with elation as he brings the candle to your dripping hole and thrusts it inside you. “Shit, yes! Thank you, thank you.”

“Seeing you this way, fully exposed to me, begging for me to defile you, it makes me question if carnal desire is a sin, or just God's greatest gift.” His voice is husky as he starts to pump the white wax in and out of your pussy, your wetness allowing it to glide with ease. Charlie tilts his wrist so somehow it’s hitting your sweet spot just right and brings his thumb to your clit and you’re so sensitive and worked up that it’s all it takes to have delicious euphoria wracking over you. “Oh, that’s a good girl, come for me, angel.”

He fucks you through your orgasm before holding eye contact with you as he pulls the candle from your pussy and brings it to his lips, sucking your sweet nector off of it with a growl that viberates his chest. Father Mayhew comes around so he can replace the candle he just tainted with your cum back into the holder above your head, some sort of sick satisfaction at knowing he’ll be the only one that knows what happened here during tomorrow's service running through him.

You tilt your head back to follow his movements and you can’t help but dart your tongue out and lick his asscheek when he bends over causing it to peek out from beneath his robe. He’s just so beautiful. Every inch of him. From his meticulously styled hair, his dark eyes that always hold a purpose, those plush lips that speak knowledge that you admire, his thick throat and even the bleeding wounds you caught a glimpse of on his back all the way down to his perfect ass. Charlie jolts forward at the feeling of your warm tongue on him and his head whips around so he can look down at you with an eyebrow raised. You push yourself up on your elbows so you can tilt your head further and caress the black strap cupping his ass with your tongue. A breathy moan leaves him and he twists the upper half of his body enough to grip your chin with his hand, but he leaves his lower half facing you.

“What are you doing, angel?” Charlie uses his grip on your face to gently shake your head from side to side as he looks down at you greedily. “Someone as sweet as you wouldn’t want to do something as nasty as you’re implying, would you?” The question is laced with desire and filled with temptation that you can’t resist.

“Let me eat you, Father.” You run your tongue along the crease of his hand with a moan and he has no idea how he will ever atone for this. But lord forgive him because there’s no way in hell he can turn down anything you say at this point. “Let me worship you.” You wrap your forearms around his muscular, chap covered thighs so you can pull him closer to you and nip at the skin of his exposed ass. He groans and pulls the lace robe from his body then lets his hands fall to the table on either side of your head and bends slightly, giving himself to you. You lick along the black straps cupping of both his cheeks, slipping your tongue underneath the material with every few flicks of it. Then you lick up his ass, and greedily lick and suck on his smooth but still muscular skin until it’s covered in darkening red bruises and dripping with your spit.

“Oh, angel, I’m going to need you to stop teasing me or I’m going to have to take away your privileges.” His voice is domineering and oozing with finality so you use one of the arms wrapped around his thigh as leverage to pull your face closer to him while spreading his ass with your other hand so you can lean up and run your tongue through his crack. You graze past his hole a few times as your tongue glides through the crevice between his supple cheeks, wetting him there too. You finally circle his tight hole with your wet, hot, tongue before pressing the tip of it inside him. “Jesus Christ, your mouth is sin and heaven wrapped in one.”

Father Mayhew’s back arches and his grip on the altar is so tight you feel the cloth underneath you shift as you start to fuck his ass with your tongue. You rim his hole and run your tongue down the crevice of his plump cheeks between thrusts of your tongue. You press it as deep as you physically and flick your tongue inside him. He feels like he’s going to lose his mind at the way you’re eating him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. The lewd sounds leaving your lips driving him closer and closer to madness by the second. He undoes the chaps and lets them fall down his legs so he can take his thick, throbbing cock into his hand and jerk himself off while you continue your feast on his ass. You reach your hand further around so you can caress his balls and you can feel them tighten in your grasp.

“Fuck, you’re fucking disgusting, kitty. I knew you were a little pervert.” Charlie’s voice is deep and raspy and he starts to thrust into his hand while he grinds his ass down on your face and it has him dangerously close to the edge. But he can’t come yet, not like this, not without seeing your heavenly body spread out before him. He flips over abruptly, his hands coming back down on either side of your head as his now messy hair hangs down in his eyes and he smiles down at you damn near wickedly. “I need to fuck your pretty throat, open your mouth.”

“Make me your cock sleeve, Charlie.” The crass words coming out of your mouth while you look up at him from the altar with that pretty little cross hanging between your perfect tits that are covered in wax by his hand is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. That combined with the fact that you just called him his first name is almost enough to make him burst on the spot. He watches as your tongue slides from your mouth and you look up at him eagerly like his cock is a gift he’s bestowing upon you. In your mind it is, you’d forget there was a god and devote yourself to Father Mayhew if he asked. You already belonged to him, but now he owns you. He laces his fingers through the trellis of your hair before using his grip to yank your head back and slide his cock across your tongue all in one motion. You wrap your lips around his shaft and it causes him to slam all the way in the back of your throat, making you gag. He pulls all the way out of you, watching the string of glimmering spit that drips from his cock and onto your chest, reveling in the borderline insane smile painted on your pretty lips. And you’re so fucking perfect every ounce of pain he feels after for this will be worth it. You flick your tongue out to lick his head and he takes that as a sign to slam back into your mouth and start thrusting deep into your throat.

“That’s it, give yourself to me, let me use you.” Father Mayhew grunts and grabs onto both sides of your head for leverage as he brutally assaults your throat with his thick cock. Your eyes roll back and muffled moans leave your lips at the feeling of giving him control. “Open your eyes.” He taps your cheek and your eyes dart open and he smiles manically at the sight of your watery, mascara run eyes looking up at him. “Keep them open, and touch yourself for me. Spread your legs nice and wide, so I can see.”

You oblige him, all shame long gone as you let your knees fall flat against the altar so you can gather your wetness and rub it across your eager clit.

“Good kitty.” His thrusts resume causing you to gag and drool around him. He can’t keep his eyes off the way he can see his cock sliding down your throat with each pump of his hips. Charlie runs his large hand down your neck, feeling himself inside you before squeezing your throat tightly. “Look at that, you really are my perfect little cock sleeve, aren’t you? I’m going to come down this gorgeous throat and you’re going to swallow every.” Thrust. “Single.” Thrust. “Drop.” On that last word he presses his hips flush against your face as his cock twitches in your throat and the taste of his cum floods your senses. You press your fingers inside your pussy and use the pad of your hand to run circles on your clit and white hot pleasure washes through you as you fall over the edge right along with him. He comes so much that it starts to drip down your cheeks when he pulls his cock from your mouth and you have to audibly gulp to swallow the rest of it. Father Mayhew tilts his body so he’s leaning on the altar next to you and leans down to lick the cum from the side of your mouth before connecting your lips in a filthy, bruising, kiss.

“You’re my new favorite sin, angel, and I’m never letting you out of my grasp now.” You aren’t sure if it’s a threat or a promise, but you don’t really care if it’s going to feel this disgustingly good.

Tagging fellow Maywhores(shout out @cxrrodedcoffin for coining that phrase): @babygorewhore @fear-is-truth @chavezprincess @cameronsprincess

[snowyh2o]

I absolutely love how of the (two) Hazbin Hotel role swap AUs that featured Alastor as either supporting or starting the redemption project I’ve seen and liked, they both put him in glasses and gave him a pony tail. That is what I call peak character design right there.

[starlight-write]

Bad idea

A/N: Yeah...it's been six months since I've even touched this blog but I have a new hyperfixation so here we are. Kind of wrote this in a daze but let me know what you think, as well as any other prompts or requests you'd like to see!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Ler!Alastor, Lee!Angeldust, Switch!Charlie (All Platonic)

Summary: Angel somehow convinces Charlie to pull a prank on Alastor. Neither are prepared for the consequences this will have.

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mild sex jokes

Word Count: 2145

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Yeah this was a bad idea.

Rapid footsteps could be heard booming down the hallways of the hotel as Charlie and Angeldust found themselves running for their lives away from one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.

Charlie couldn't quite say what possessed her to get involved with one of Angeldust's pranks, maybe it was boredom or a desire to bond with her friend, but common sense should've told her to back out once Angel named their target.

It was no secret the Radio Demon had a soft spot for his favorite dish which he cooked at the same time each day without fail.

It was also no secret that the demon's oral hygiene was...lacking.

No matter how many times he was informed of this fact, politely or otherwise, Alastor just did not seem to care about keep that particular area clean.

So of course, when the spider demon suggested the two of them mix toothpaste in with the demon's jambalaya, Charlie knew the deal was too hilarious to pass up.

The look on the demon's face when he came back to see that his food had turned blue was priceless.

Yeah, a bad idea, but hilarious nonetheless.

Or it would be until the demon had caught up to them at least.

Neither of them thought the demon would actually hurt them over something like this, seeing as it would hurt his own goals in the long run, but they weren't too keen on finding out what he would do instead.

The pair stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway in front of the only other elevator on that floor. Angeldust crouched and frantically pressed the down button, while Charlie's dumbass was trying to pry the doors open.

"You're seriously telling me you didn't have a better escape plan than just yelling 'Run'?"

"Hey, I didn't actually think we'd make it as far as actually getting into that creep's room. The plan was to at least be able to outrun you but you're a lot faster than I would've thought, Princess." The spider chucked.

The girl's jaw dropped at hearing that. "I thought this stupid prank was a chance for us to bond! You were just going to ditch me to take the fall for your stupid idea?!?!"

The elevator chimed as the doors opened.

"Yeah, pretty much." The spider chuckled as he jumped inside.

Betrayal and a bit of anger filled the girl as her eyes went red and horns grew on top of her head. She grunted as she tackled her friend inside the elevator, doors closing behind her.

Angel grunted as he hit the ground. "Aww, did I make the pretty princess mad? I don't see what the big deal is, whatever that red freak has planned, he'll go a lot easier on you." The demon said as he smiled up at his friend.

"Yeah, well you're gonna wish you'd stayed behind once I'm through with you."

With that, the girl began skittering her fingers rapidly underneath the spider's arms.

Whatever smartass remark Angel was going to say next died in his throat and was replaced with hysterical laughter as his worst spot was targeted.

"aaa-AAH! AHAHA-Charlie! CHARLIHEHEHEHAHA!!! WAHAHAHIT!! Wait- DONT- AHAHAHAA!!!" The spider demon cried out as he began kicking his legs viciously.

Charlie had been meaning to test her friend's sensitivity for a while now. She had seen how small touches and pokes affected her friend from time to time. She'd noticed when Husk began giving quick pinches to the spider's ribs whenever he mad a dirty joke or was becoming too much for the cat to handle. Or when her girlfriend used a pen to poke around the spider's torso whenever she needed to herd him away from something. She especially noticed how Angel's face contorted each time as he fought to suppress his smile. Charlie had been waiting for the longest time to ask the demon about it, or test her theory herself. Y'know... to bond.

So yeah, Angel had this coming for a while now.

So focused on her revenge, neither her or Angel noticed the elevator open to the main floor, where Alastor was waiting patiently for the two of them right outside the entrance.

"Well well well, seems the two little troublemakers have turned on each other already, how fun!" The demon grinned evilly before conjuring up a pair of tentacles to yank the pair out of the elevator.

The two of them yelped as they were dragged from their hiding spot and held midair by the appendages.

Alastor looked the two of them up and down, eye twitching as he did so. "So...it's clear to me that you two heathens are looking for a death sentence, which I am more than happy to provide. But before I get to teaching the two of you a lesson, I am curious who's genius idea it was to mess with the Radio Demon in the first place."

"Mine!" Angel exclaimed proudly. Earning a confused look from Charlie.

"What? He clearly thought my idea was good, obviously I want credit for it." Smug bastard. Alastor did not seem amused with his confession however, Angel's comment actually seeming to have annoyed him even further.

"I thought so." The demon said. "I'd expect this level of childishness from someone like you, although I'm thankful it wasn't of a more perverted nature. However..." He turned his focus to Charlie who was still trying to wriggle her way out of the grip the appendage had around her waist.

"I expected much more from you, Charlie. Why I'd go as far to say I'm disappointed in you."

She felt a pang in her chest at hearing the demon's words.

"No, Alastor...I'm sorry if we upset you. I just thought it would be a bit of harmless fun! And Angel never asks to do anything with me so I got a bit excited. I'm sorry."

A frown quickly replaced Angel's smug grin and he averted his gaze to the floor.

Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. "Oh you two are so sweet...it makes me sick. But how could I not accept such a heartfelt apology coming from my favorite hostess?"

The two perked up almost immediately.

"So...we're off the hook?" Angel asked hopefully.

Alastor fiddled with his staff as if bored by this whole conversation. "Well, seeing that neither of you are getting maimed today, I'd say yes...to an extent."

"To an extent?" The princess asked.

"Well I still have to teach the two of you a lesson somehow. No one messes with the Radio Demon and gets away with it." He smiled. "However, I do believe Charlie here has given me a wonderful idea how to do that~"

She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean by-AAAAAAAA!!"

Charlie let out a shriek as she felt something wriggle on the back of her knee. She looked down to see a much smaller tentacle scribbling along the dreaded spot. She began kicking her legs out desperately only to be stopped by two more tentacles holding them in place.

The attack quickly threw the girl into hysterics, the one tentacle already throwing her into a frenzy. Screaming and whipping her head side to side, she pushed and pounded her fists against the appendage retraining her, trying and failing to reach down to stop the offending tentacle that was honing in on her worst spot.

Angeldust couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic reaction. Although, he wasn't too keen on getting his shit wrecked again. Thinking he could use his charm to smooth-talk his way out of this situation, seeing as the demon avoided him like the plague if he could talk dirty enough.

"You guys are full of surprises today, arent'cha?" He said using his little flirtatious tone, knowing it annoyed Alastor to no end. "I'm proud your old ass is finally experimenting, dust nuts. I'm more than happy to help you explore with bondage but I can't say I'm all that into this tickling stuff."

The demon turned to him and grinned evilly. "Oh, good! That's exactly what I was afraid of."

Yeah, bad idea.

Angel's wrists were snatched up by yet another appendage before two more attacked his underarms for the second time that day.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAD OKAY!! OKAY CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOUT!!"

Angel screamed, trying with all his power to pull his arms down but it was no use, the radio demon had the two of them completely and hopelessly trapped.

Alastor just hummed, pressing a hand to his chin and pretended to think. "Don't think you two have learned your lesson quite yet. Although, I am new to this particular method. Hows about I ask an expert. Oh Charlie~" He turned to the princess again. "Do tell me, how effective would you say is tickling your enemies into submission?"

The poor girl couldn't even get a word out between her screaming fits of laughter. All she could do was shake her head and pound her fists against her restraints as the back of her knee was tickled mercilessly.

"AAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAA- ALASTAAAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHE-"

Alastor leaned in with one hand cupping his ear. "What's that? I'm sorry, I couldn't quite understand. I don't speak heathen, after all." He teased. "Angeldust would you mind interpreting?"

Angel began to lose himself in his own fit of hysterics as yet another one of the tentacles found its way to his stomach, scribbling wildly.

Although he was tempted to sprout his extra sets of arms, Angel has been in enough tickle fights with Cherri to know that underneath those arms would be exploited as well and just make the agonizing feeling ten times worse.

It took a lot more work for Angel to reach the same level of hysterics Charlie was currently in. Even with the three tentacles making him laugh his head off, Angel would say he was still holding out better than he normally would. At least compared to Charlie, who wasn't even fully restrained but was still completely losing her mind just from that one spot.

Alastor noticed this as well and seeing as anything more would probably make the poor girl faint, he focused his attention on Angeldust.

"You still feeling smart? Tell me, you still think your little genius idea was worth the trouble?"

The demon conjured up yet another pair of tentacles to poke and prod at his victim before they settled on attacking the demon's thighs instead.

Whatever control Angeldust thought he'd maintained before disappeared immediately. The merciless tickling in three different areas proved too much for him to handle.

"NOOHOHOHO- NO! I DOHOHOHON'T! I'M SORRYHEHEHEHEHE- I PROHOHOMISE IT WON"T HAHAHAPPEN AGAHAHAHAIN!!!"

"Good enough."

And with that, the tickling stopped. The tentacles carefully setting Charlie on the ground and disappearing while Angeldust was unceremoniously dropped midair.

Charlie huffed and hugged her legs to her chest, residual laughter still wracking her body.

Angeldust peeled his face off the ground and tried to recover from the torture as well.

"Well, I certainly hope that little lesson drilled something useful into your skulls. It's almost as if you act like children, you'll be treated as such. Thank you, Charlie for that wonderful new torture tactic." He said smiling down at his victims.

Angeldust huffed and brushed himself off as he finally stood up. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you found something that gets your dick hard, just remember that consent is key before you go around fucking people up. I mean look at Charlie, you practically killed her." He said, gesturing to his friend who was still lying on the floor.

The demon let out a short laugh as he looked at the girl. Alastor snapped his fingers and a glass of water appeared beside Charlie's corpse.

"Well this certainly was an entertaining bonding activity." He said, turning to Angeldust once more.

"Just remember, I won't be as forgiving the next time you decide to pull a stunt like this." The demon said, finally before making his way back down the hall.

"If you took care of that rancid breath I wouldn't have too!" Angel shouted.

"Smells better than the musk you track in after one of your little shoots!"

Angeldust flipped the demon off as he watched him disappear down the hallway.

Eh, he's got a point. He thought to himself and looked down at his friend who was still in a fetal position on the floor.

Charlie had finally caught her breath and turned over on her back. Angel crouched down to inspect the damage.

"You alive?" He asked, giving her a soft punch on her arm.

The princess just glared at him and stuck a finger in his face.

"I am never listening to your dumbass again." She declared, earning another laugh from her friend.

"Yeah, that was a bad idea."

[utilitycaster]

I think that discussions of TTRPGs would be much more productive if the advocates of moving from D&D could separate out the ideas of "WoTC is part of the massive Hasbro conglomerate which engages in the shady capitalist practices massive conglomerates do"; "D&D is not suited for every single type of story or gameplay style"; and "here's how to pick a different TTRPG that suits you needs" because as I've said many a time like 99% of them are just trying to sell you on their favorite game, which might be out of print, prohibitively expensive, something no one around you is interested in playing, or is just as bad if not worse a fit for what you want to do as D&D.

I also think said conversations would be more productive if acknowledging many people came into TTRPGs via Actual Play but would be willing to branch out if you weren't the world's most condescending dickhead towards them*; if people considered the hard truth that if you're fluent in D&D and own the materials and have a group already the pitch for Pathfinder specifically actually becomes much harder, not easier; and, as always, if people tailored their recommendations. I agree that heists or space operas or low-combat social games don't play well in D&D; they also don't play well necessarily in your favorite game that you recommend for everything that isn't magically better or more versatile just because it's from a smaller company.

Anyway the point is if you just want to whine about D&D being a dominant force be my guest but you will probably lose all but the most impressionable/desperate for the validation of strangers portion of your D&D-playing audience. If you're actually interested in changing minds and not jacking off to how much cooler and better you are be prepared to ask or answer these questions:

Is D&D genuinely a bad fit for what they want to do, or are you just an intrusive hater?

What is the person you're trying to convert interested in doing at the table? This is is a complex question that covers genre and tone; session-to-session gameplay such as combat vs. RP balance but also (for example) granularity of rules; and overall scope of the game (eg: is this something that you can play a long-term campaign in with character progression? Or is it fairly static and intended to be a few sessions at most?)

What games are accessible to them? This means within their budget (unless you advocate for pirating from small indies, which will not really help with the whole WoTC dominance situation); within what they and their table have time to learn (or, if they are looking to get into games in the first place, what they might be able to find a group for); and again, I can't believe I have to say this but I really do because I've seen it multiple times: whether the game is in print.

Have you considered gently directing them to their friendly local gaming store with answers to the second and third questions above and unleashing them upon a person who knows the gaming scene in their area and (while I've dealt with a Comic Shop Guy or two in my time) is less likely to call them a dumb bitch to their face if the answer ends up being "I'll stick with D&D"? Again, is this about them having a good time? Or is this about you?

*the best way to describe this, since I've been talking a lot about people attempting to claim the status of the systemically oppressed, is that a lot of non-D&D/non-AP fans of TTRPGs on Tumblr act like they are an oppressed class and it's like Kevin, you are a white sysadmin Monte Hall Games fanboy, you are not oppressed by the girlies making Keyleth-inspired D&D characters. You are not part of the more popular fandom and indeed dislike it; this does not make you of a lower class.

[nekogaaaaaaa]

LOVE IS WAR❤🔫

I started to warm up with their human version and decided to make an au based of the best romcom anime

[groovyglittermoon]

Man to female body swap ! THE Substance but with LEA ELUI

WOW look at you, you’re a man in a hot girl body !!

[speakofthedebbie]

@manicali inspired me to be the change i wish to see in the world so have some radioapple/hazbin hotel incorrect quotes straight from ma brain (rare debs brain w) while showering and singing the chrous to lovefool by the cardigans

lucifer: i dunno sometimes i just feel empty on the inside and like theres no point alastor: im sorrry, i dont remember being your therapist. go cry about it to someone else, im busy

charlie: every sinner deserves redemption! except valentino. if youre watching this I Will Find You. It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when.

charlie: we need to make sure we're prepared in case heaven launches a surprise attack. but how.. alastor: i have a plan! lucifer: no, you cant fistfight god alastor: i no longer have a plan!

charlie: guys! murder is never the answer! angel: even with val? charlie: charlie: murder is sometimes the answer!

lucifer: i have officially founded the Little Guy Club. any complaints you have regarding me are null and void because im just a little guy

[unreone]

Glep Multiverse

Glep

- THE SILLI HIMSELF!!!

- Nonbinary icon!!!!! His sex is green thank you very much

- I think he is specifically an Enchanted Forest critter

- Assigned at social media marketing and recruitment ads. Specifically does it in this style

- He is innocent if you ignored the atrocities he have committed in his lifetime.

- The lack of atrocities he commits in the present is to be blamed on his wife Marge (positive)

- Made it a personal mission to see every meme on the internet ever (a very good thing to dedicate his long life-)

- Frequents at GameFAQs as a poster of most comprehensive guides imaginable that includes obscure secrets and easter eggs

Fleb

- Swapped personality with Allan

- Unemotive because he thinks he have seen it all. Made the unexpected moments he encounter a lot more jarring.

- Instead of paperclips, he was counting buttons for the pilot episode

- His beef with Swap!Pim is that he chomp'd on his fingers-

- He's extra sassier than Allan, with a tendency to assume he's being looked down by others. His insults goes beyond surface levels appearance, it's gut wrenching nasty levels.

- If ever involved in any physical altercation, his blows are more targeted on the weak spots

- When baking desert treats, he always make the exact size large enough to satiate you. You might look at it and be like 'Oh this thing is too big/too small' but no you feel your cravings satisfied

- His motivation in becoming jack of all trades is a mixture of boredom and spite.

Glip

- Switched personality with Pim

- It is common for his lineage to become uncaring and self-serving around his age. And so, he does the most rebellious thing ever and actually connect with others.

- Actively sought to learn multiple languages throughout his lifetime.

- Badass Adorable!!!!!

- Unlike the original Glep, he is more willing to look and act goofy to others.

- Allows Switched!Allan to carry him during their smiling missions.

- Theres another layer to the canon event of him vomiting at the Shrimp episode considering he is married to Marge help-

- Often sends personalized meme to his co-workers

- Frequents Buzzfeed and Quotev personality quizzes

Gliplii

- Shifted personality with Charlie

- Have thousands pic of Alpha Male quotes in his gallery and counting.

- No no no he does have muscles, you just don't see it because of magic

- With that said, he is able to lift things or others that is many times his weight

- He does the smiling missions

- When Jeremy annoys him the second time, instead of punching him like Charlie did, he headbutted his guts.

- Quite jaded with the internet but always comes back because God forbids he misses any drama.

- He have a grudge against Shift!Charlie since the 'boop' that happened on the pilot ends up not being a boop at all, instead, Shift!Charlie inserted his index into his mouth

- Considering he doesn't have a nose is... is his upper lip gonna be the thing ripped off instead in the Gwimbly episode?????? Helppp-

Mr. Gleps

Lmoa I just wanted him be drawn as Mr. BOSS cuz yes

[callmekatydid]

Sometimes the tops need to be held 😌

[twiinarmageddonss]

smiling chums pt.2

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

music shuffle game

tysm for the tags @lifeisabitch-butimcute @kaaaaaaarf and @zoemillinwrites ✨

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

DENIAL IS A RIVER - Doechii

Better Than Nothing - Ray Bull

Vále - Evangelia

EoO- Bad Bunny

Sun-Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

365 featuring shygirl - Charli XCX, Shygirl

The Giver - Chappell Roan

We Need A Bigger Dumpster - Cheekface

Omorfo Mou - Σtella

Killing In The Name Of - Rage Against The Machine

tagging: @wanderingdonut @moonysfavoritedog @moon-seas @pinkieponieclub @greengrug

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Since I'm writing this long ass charlastor au fic I was thinking about other fic for them and like, I don't actually read a lot of it because I think everyone else is "doing it wrong" and I'm pretty quickly annoyed by the ways people characterize both of them lmao

Anyway, I already made a joke in this fic that there's gonna be a LOT of pussy eating in it, because by god does Alastor have a servicing kink in every sense of the word.

And I realized that back when I was reading charlastor fic, I don't remember Alastor eating Charlie out coming up that often?? You telling me this bitch is submissive and bottoming for every Overlord in hell but when it comes to the princess he's not basically on his knees 24/7????? Baffling

Like if this fandom generally has decided that Charlie is the top in chaggie, and Alastor is the pretty often the bottom in radiostatic or other gay ships then why would that dynamic change with them together lmao let that deer man get pegged by Charlie's strap you fucking cowards