#what is this creature 🦌

[transdeergirl]

Just saw lesbian art I forgot I saved #happy

[transdeergirl]

IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THEM

Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies

[scoutswritingcorner]

If Alastor and reader were to ever have a child, I think Cat Alastor would love the kid so much

Bodyguard or Babysitter?

Alastor x GN!Reader

Ft Cursed Cat Alastor

TW: Not much, talks about pregnancy and a baby.

A/N: SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT! HOPE YOU ENJOY!

You’re right Anon and you should say it. Now this goes without saying once again, Catastor and Alastor do not get along that well if it involves you. They both want your attention and will literally kill for you if you ask them too. Now add in the fact that you're pregnant with Alastor’s kid? Oh boy that jealousy and overprotective nature ramps up 100% more. Catastor is more chill than Alastor but you can’t blame him. What the two can come together on is protecting you and the baby, those are the only times they actually respect one another enough to be calm.

This cycles back to my headcanons ‘Family Man’ but to me Alastor seems like an okay/good-ish dad. Won’t get too into again cause then I won’t be able to shut up SO-

Here are some headcanons!

-🦌 Catastor will be the baby’s babysitter and bodyguard, you are the only person that can pick the baby up if Catastor is near the baby (which is like most of the time). He will only growl at you, anyone else gets eldritch horror.

-🦌 The baby asleep in Alastor’s arms? Catastor is nearby glaring at Alastor. The baby in your arms or in its little rocker? Catastor is purring loudly on your lap or next to its rocker. He’s always around.

-🦌 The baby is the only one to grab on Catastor’s ears, tail and little antlers without getting hurt. 

-🦌 Catastor straight up was jealous when you were in bed holding this tinier version of you and Alastor combined. He stopped being jealous as soon as he got the baby's scent and just watched the little creature curiously. 

-🦌 It’s so small and weak, why is it constantly crying? Catastor doesn’t know but it smells like you and Alastor so that’s a plus. The first time Catastor laid on the baby Alastor almost threw the cat out the window.

So all in all, you got a free body guard and babysitter that is Catastor and he takes his job very very seriously. You gotta start paying him with demon flesh or scritches.

[melpomenelamusa]

Melpómene´s whump stories archive

To celebrate the new year, I've decided to share with you some of my favorite whump stories I read this year as a thank you to all the authors who share a little bit of their world with us 💜✨

My plan is to update this list annually and have it function as a sort of personal archive for me, hehe, but you can use it too if you'd like! 😁

Melpómene's personal favorites:

🩸Shattered (by @oddsconvert): An anti-human-blood-drinking vampire doctor tries to save the life of a human who for years was the bloodbag of a vampire I really hate.

🔪Total $hit$how (by @befuddled-calico-whump): 5 misfits escaping prison for their criminal records are hired by a mysterious organization to stop another mysterious, but more evil, sci-fi organization (Benji, my son).

🩸Blood and tears (by @whumpisgoodwhumpislife): A little half-vampire is suffering too much and a human decides to take care of him and protect him (They are both my babies).

🪄Forsaken (by @inhurtandincomfort): A young wizard, condemned by a pact he made with a misterious entity in the past, is trained and used as a living weapon by a malevolent institution in a fantasy world. Ft. some loser boy mad scientist.

🎣In troubled water (by @whumpisgoodwhumpislife): A little mer anglerfish suffers. That's it. Also known as "my poor fish baby".

Others amazing stories I've read/I'm reading:

📸Smile for the camera! (by @morning-star-whump ): A boy is kidnapped by a psychopath from the deep web. His parents and his little boyfriend try to find him (Andre Vazquez is the best character).

👑Darius & Mianu (by @geode-crystal): A traumatized prince and his faithful knight/boyfriend want to live happily ever after, but something always happens.

👹The Bahkauv (by @deluxewhump): Three friends decide to buy a magical creature to study; but what seemed like nothing more than a monster or an animal may turn out to be a companion.

⚡Overloaded (by @fleur-a-whump): The son of a supervillain wants to join the good guys, but discovers that "heroes" can be just as cruel as villains.

⚓Voyagers (by @sorrowful-hyacinth): A jerk sea captain captures a jerk mermaid prince and they torture each other. They both deserve it because they're such bastards, but you also feel bad for them and it's complicated.

⛓️A taste of your own medicine (by @oddsconvert): Whumper gets kidnapped and torture along with his ex-whumpee by an even evil whumper. Only one person is having fun here.

👨‍👦With me (by @greatgigintheskiess): A bitter guy living in the woods accidentally rescues a little boy who escaped from an evil laboratory. Parental caretaker my beloved.

🪐Humanity Collector (by @rabbit-flaying): A cosmic creature who likes to collect human things decides to add a real human to its collection (A cosmic horror one-shot).

🧵Writemas 2024 (by @tildeathiwillwrite): A woman suffers the mysterious death (or murder?) of her husband. This is the kind of story I would love to read in a printed book and recommend to my entire family.

🦌Whumpcember 2024 (by @kabie-whump): An evil wizard has turned Santa's reindeer into humans, who now have to live with their new bodies. A series of shorts with very interesting and cute characters that I definitely need to keep reading if I could.

🪢My favorite stories by @writinglittlepains: Speedster, Aleksander's Plight and Sweet Fins are my favorites!

⚖️Guilt & Revenge (by @what-if-i-just-did): A traumatized ex-bully is kidnapped by the kids he used to bully as a kid because he couldn't afford therapy and is brutally tortured by those who actually happened to be the ones who needed therapy.

🫂We Are TroubleD (by @whumpty-dumpty-doo): Two best friends are kidnapped by a guy who originally planned to capture one of them for ransom, but now is just torturing them for fun.

⛈️Ventis and friends (by @kabie-whump): A half draconic half air elemental and his varied adventures in a fantasy world *kindly slaps Ventis* This bad boy can fit so much trauma in him.

🛡️Drusus & Keme (by @whumperofworlds): Don´t know why it took me so long to add the whumpable husbands to the list. There´s whump! And fluffy married love! And used as bait!

🪦Curse of Withering (by @sir-fenris): A magical boy with the power to kill everything he touches is imprisoned and used as a living military weapon.

🎀Pretty whumpee (by @string-of-broken-hearts): Pretty whumpe and carewhumper. I really need to know the context, I'm so intrigued.

👿Karma's B*tch (by @whumpthusiast): A pathetic guy kidnaps the wrong woman and now it backfired.

👥Group Whumpees (by @haro-whumps): A young man inherits his eccentric aunt's house after her death and discovers that she had enslaved and tortured six servants. It's now his job to try to restore them to a sense of humanity.

[enemui]

⁉️What your favorite Genshin Impact character says about you🫵

🐰Amber: Your favorite Pokémon is Eevee and your favorite Sanrio character is My Melody.

🌹Lisa: You're not scared of smart women but you are scared of interesting women.

🛡️Noelle: You don't know shit and plan on keeping it that way.

🫧Barbara: You either sell or buy gamer girl bathwater.

🦇Fischl: You're quarter-delusional. Like, you are delusional, but sometimes you're aware that you are delusional.

☘️Bennett: You have a soft spot for miserable little creatures and you desperately need a bigger character trait than that.

🍖Razor: You love dogs, even if they're old, ugly little goblins.

🐱Diona: You love cats and hate alcohol. Those are two rare instances of you feeling strongly about anything.

🔮Mona: You were assigned financial irresponsibility at birth, and haven't managed to do anything to change your fate.

🗡️Rosaria: You think having a healthy biorhythm is overrated. You also look like a human cigarette.

🖌️Mika: You let your feelings of pity towards others control you.

🍀Klee: You're the fun parent. You probably own a spoiled pet.

🦴Sucrose: You actually love to talk, people just hate to listen.

🧪Albedo: You're gay and neurodivergent.

❄️Eula: You're weak to corporate tricks. You should really work on that.

🦚Kaeya: You're not known to have functional relationships and healthy coping mechanisms.

🦉Diluc: You think you could get an edgy boy to open up to you. You couldn't because the moment someone is even a little cold to you, you will cry.

🦁Jean: You always order the same thing from the menu. Not because it's your favorite, but because you're scared of trying anything new.

🍏Venti: If being horny and annoying was a sport, you'd be an Olympic athlete.

🐇Yaoyao: You can be sold anything with a cute mascot plastered on it.

🌶️Xiangling: You wonder how a lot of different things taste like and you need to be stopped.

🧊Chongyun: There's a great disparity between how you want to be perceived versus how you are actually perceived.

💦Xingqiu: You are knowingly annoying and don't plan to stop anytime soon.

🎸Xinyan: You're misunderstood, but you definitely don't make an effort to be anything else.

⚰️Hu Tao: Your self-proclaimed pranks have resulted in actual damages to people's mental and physical well-being.

🎼Yun Jin: You've projected onto your partner before to the point you lost the ability to identify their actual character.

🥥Qiqi: You aren't swayed by public opinions.

🐍Baizhu: Close the wikipedia tab with a list of terminal diseases, you're fine, just severely dramatic.

🏔️Shenhe: You've been in abusive relationships. Not sure if as the victim or perpetrator, but you were in them.

🎲Yelan: You'd be perfectly content as a housewife. Just do chores and read smut.

⚓️Beidou: You don't mind putting in the work to change things to be more to your liking.

💎Ningguang: You have no qualms sucking up to people for a bit of societal advantage.

🍤Keqing: You've entered relationships before, thinking you could change them. No, that absolutely did not go well for you.

⚖️Yanfei: It's not just your exes who suck, you have an entire toxic friend group.

🔔Ganyu: You have an elaborate power fantasy about quitting your job.

🫖Madame Ping: You're a classy lesbian.

⚙️Guizhong: You present your opinions as facts.

☁️Cloud Retainer: You've been in a situation when you've found your girlfriend's mom more attractive than your girlfriend.

🪽Xiao: You're non-binary and depressed.

🐉Zhongli: You need a man to kiss the back of your hand. Also you have a strained relationship with your father.

🍁Kaedehara Kazuha: You don't care about looks, only vibes. You're also addicted to adderall.

🍃Sayu: You are serious about the silly and silly about the serious. Sometimes it's funny, other times you deserve to be dropkicked into the sun.

🎁Kirara: You have a crippling addiction to adorable girls.

🦌Shikanoin Heizou: You are guilty of the "thinking with your dick/pussy". Don't try to deny it, you didn't even care until his birthday became a national holiday.

⚡️Kuki Shinobu: You have better things to do than a well-paying job, such as arson.

👹Arataki Itto: You are a size queen. You also think you're way more interesting than you actually are.

🎇Yoimiya: You've had a crush on the same person for the longest time and every time you think you're over them, they make a request of you and you jump on it like a dog.

👺Kujou Sara: You could probably use hormonal therapy.

🍡Thoma: You think appearances don't matter as long as he's nice. You're also a terrible judge of character, so all your exes are just overall shitty people.

🪭Kamisato Ayaka: You cannot survive without your established social circle. Were it not for the luxuries of civilization, you'd be dead in a ditch.

🧋Kamisato Ayato: You have no self-respect, if a slightly above average man tells you to do something, you'll do it.

🐕Gorou: You don't need a man, you need a dog.

🪸Sangonomiya Kokomi: You don't know how to dress well, but you really want a girlfriend who does.

🦊Yae Miko: You think as long as a woman is hot, she can do whatever the fuck she pleases.

🌸Raiden Ei: You've been in a relationship with an unmedicated mentally ill person and walked out of that experience having learned nothing.

🧞‍♀️Dori: The world would be better off without you.

🌻Tighnari: You have an attitude and you refuse to reign it in no matter how inappropriate for the situation it is.

🪴Collei: You either have no idea what you're doing or you should be in jail.

🪷Nilou: You live quite blissfully, but dealing with you isn't easy. This is called ignorance.

✨Layla: Your best exam results come from days when you showed up to class hungover and on 45 minutes of sleep.

📐Faruzan: Your family broke the generational curse, which somehow had a negative impact on your character.

🪻Candace: You are the mom friend, but only because you have to be. Like, you're a mess, but you're a lot less of a mess than your friends.

🌺Dehya: You can draw yourself symmetrical eyeliner.

🃏Cyno: You probably have a good moral compass, but you still aren't easy to get along with.

🦅Alhaitham: You're, like, severely delusional. You either think he's like you or that you could be on good terms with him. Both of those are clear signs of delusional behavior.

🕊️Kaveh: I hate to break it you, but buying stuffed animals can't substitute for going to therapy.

☂️Wanderer: Most of the time, you're really cute, but you can be absolutely terrifying if you so choose. You're also trans.

💉Dottore: You're fairly submissive but if someone makes you mad, you'll make sure they regret it.

🌱Nahida: You're addicted to winning arguments. You don't even need to be right, you just need to feel like you've won, even if you resort to the method of wearing a person down until they no longer want to continue debating with you.

🌂Navia: You have leadership skills specifically in the "do as I say, not as I do" department.

🐧Freminet: You're non-binary and have anxiety.

🎩Lynette: You're very patient but you'd rather not be.

🪄Lyney: You have a dark secret and the dark secret is that you're actually a Danganronpa girlie.

🍷Arlecchino: You're not a good person but you genuinely don't think it's that bad.

⚔️Clorinde: You have fallen prey to misinformation on numerous occasions before.

🩹Sigewinne: You'd sacrifice your liver to keep a person happy.

🐺Wriothesley: You can be appeased by an act of hot girl shit.

🌊Neuvillette: You need a man to kiss the back of your hand. Also you have a strained relationship with your mother.

💧Furina: You're delusional. Could be affectionate, could be derogatory, it varies from person to person.

🦟Paimon: You don't know shit but you have an opinion on everything.

🐋Tartaglia: Your exes all belong in jail. So does your current and next partner. You never fucking learn, do you?

💰Pantalone: You don't need a healthy relationship, you need a sugar daddy.

🖤Capitano: You are, amongst other things, a monsterfucker. You want to be destroyed, but, like, lovingly.

🎀Columbina: You are a mix of a pomeranian and a Biblically accurate angel.

🎭Pierro: You are fatherless on an Olympic level. You don't need a father, you need a daddy.

💫Lumine: You're a hot girl. You're either stupid or evil, but you're a hot girl. If you're not a girl, you are a red flag.

☄️Aether: You have a crippling crop top addiction and you have no idea what to do with your hair.

🌌Dainsleif: You date people before getting to know them, but don't understand why you don't get along with your partners.

[wenwenbittercake]

The Velvet Snare 🔥🦌🔥🦌🔥🦌🔥

🦌✨Chapter 1: The hunter’s prey✨🦌

(Warning: Blood, injury, hinting of cannibalism. All in all Sukuna stuff. Y/N in the story have a female's body and addressed as she/her.

Sukuna x deer reader)

    Loud echo booms in the once peaceful forest. The birds scurry away out of fear, from the loud unnatural disturbance in the forest. The lush greenery and the beaming morning sunlight that passed through trees. A perfect scenery for a gleeful hunt. A hunt for no other than Lord Sukuna himself.

“My lord, I’m impressed how fatigue hasn’t reach you yet.” Said one of the devoted flowers of Lord Sukuna’s cult that clearly looks exhausted said as he gallops along side lord Sukuna who strides through the thigh foliage with bare feet.

Not breaking a sweat as he jumps over fallen logs and obstacles along the way. His laugh booms in the forest after hearing the follower’s comment.

“You should have stayed back in the manor if you can’t accompany me for long.” Sukuna’s pace doesn’t faulter, not caring for the follower that wobbles along from a distance on his horse.

The horse too heaves with exhaustion. For a split second, Sukuna felt empathy for the creature who is forces into the journey by its rider. Yet that empathy is replaced by a sick joy after seeing the exhausted panic look on the rider, who clearly couldn’t keep up with the horse’s speed.

“Not at all my lord, I insist to necessitate you with every need, including the needs that might occurs during your hunt, my lord.”

Sukuna cringe at the follower’s words. How a part of himself felt disgusted by the blind followings of these cult members.

“What if my need is of blood that this hunt can’t satisfy? Will you dutifully present yourself to me?” His last words emphasized with a deep rumbling in his chest. Sending the message clear enough for the follower to advert his gaze and fall slow behind lord Sukuna. Making his cackle at this.

Alone he travels through the thick forest. Deeper he descends into the abyss of trees and unkempt bushes. Only he can traverse these woodlands like his home. Only a beast can withstand the raw nature of it as the galloping of horses of his followers are left behind in a distance to stop. Only then Sukuna let out a deep sigh. Traveling through the woods with efficiency and slowness of a predator. Seeking its prey. The sounds of the forest amplify by tenth fold without the disturbing booming foots steps of his and the galloping of houses. Only now he can hear the sounds of water in a distance. The chirping of wild birds and the distance shifting of leaves from animals. Slowly the tread through the forest with experience. With a bow wielding in one hand with a quiver on his back. The intentions are clear of his role in the forest.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes catch a drift of golden fur. From a distance, a figure of a doe can be made out from its shadows and that fur. A soft majestic fur that he can imagine making into a fur pelt he could used to warm himself in the coming winters. The size of the doe. It’s the largest he has ever seen. He’s sure it’s a doe. Sukuna has hunted many does in the past and this one surely is a doe but even from a distance he can tell it’s the size of a stag. Without a waste of time, Sukuna draws his bow, with precise precision he let goes of his bowstring. A sharp woos can be heard and as soon as the doe heard it, it makes a run but it’s too late. Just missing by a few centimeters, the doe was shot to it’s leg instead of any vital organs. Sukuna wince at the realization that he missed the vitals. Hurting his pride of being the best archer that is ever known. He ready himself to hear the usual cries of a hurt doe but instead, a piercing scream of a woman emerge. Catching himself of guard for a moment. He walk over the bushes where the doe has fallen to find…… a crying women.

No not a woman. A half woman? A curse? He can’t be too sure but he can’t sense any curse energy from what ever this thing is. There lays a woman, her upper body, a woman, yet her lower two legs resemble a doe’s leg. Her feature somewhat resembles of a doe with her ears being of a doe’s ear. Her back and forearms covered in the fur of a deer. Sukuna kneels down in awe in front of the woman. His eyes never left hers as he unplucks the arrow that pierce her thigh. Not even as she cries out in pain in the process of doing so. He only wraps his large palm over her wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

The woman shivers in front of him. The losing of so much blood is catching to her. But mostly from fear. Those red eyes, only a demon could posses so much of them. All four of them, wide and looking into her with so much curiosity and intense hunger that even she can’t understand. And his smile. He smiles with intent, exposing all of his sharp canines and he drools. He drools as if his most desire meal is right in front of him. The man’s…no this beast’s palm that holds tight on y/n’s thigh to stop the bleeding felt more possessive and ill intent than to save her. She felt as if she has unintentionally got herself wind up in the clutches of a predator.

“I mean no harm.”

The deep gravel voice of the beast doesn’t convince Y/N as her vision blurred up. In the darkness behind her eyelids, she could only pray for death as it would be a mercy compared to whatever this beast wants from her waking self.

(Thank you for reading my work. I would like to apologies for any grammatical error or any wording mistake as English is my second language. This isn’t the end as there will be more parts coming up. Please stay in tune by following me and press that notification bell. Your support means a lot to me. 💕💗💕💗💕✨✨✨)

Chapter 2 : The lion's den

Chapter 3: Hope induced by despair

(What Y/N saw before she fainted 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭)

[senka-mesecine]

Wanna see reader bringing home a baby deer to hills! Barnes 🦌

Bambi.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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It bleats when you find it.

Knee-deep in a shallow, marsh water creek the skinny fawn stumbles about on thin, unsure, wobbly legs as slender and as shivering as four twigs in the shimmering, green bosom of the overgrown, boggy river, ears bending backwards, aware yet careful while a pair of shiny, black eyes stared at you, almost in a way that would be pleading if an animal could outright plead with an expression once you reach out, crouching on the grassy, forested bank of the waterbed peppered to the top in dried, yellowed floating leaves, making your body and presence small, inviting the cub in, finding it receptive and swaying directly towards you on shore, unsure for all but a second, halting an inch or two away from your fingers almost as if contemplating the prospecting right before allowing itself to be scooped up, having nothing else on hand but your own jacket and the fur lining inside as you lifted it up, finding it struggling and jerking for a second right before calming due to the shock of human closeness, pacified and tamed by the sudden warmth, her legs dripping wet with the river's water dried and absorbed by the interior fabric of your outerwear --- you found a fawn in the forest, trembling and quivering vigorously in your embrace. Nothing some warm milk from a bottle and a basket filled with old quilts doubling as a makeshift bed for a pet couldn't fix. -"Hello, little one. Hello. You all alone out here?"- You coo once she settles entirely, letting you cradle her, breathing heavy, the thumping of her heart so loud you could practically hear it echoing through the fabric of your jacket. Couldn't have been hunters; you heard no gunshots. So, she must've strayed into the woods, losing her way, unable to go back to her herd; whatever siblings she might've had. In whatever hideaway further up the mountain, somewhere beyond the barrier of the clouds. Where there's wolves. Bears. Anything and everything far larger; far more capable of devouring. Especially around this time of the year, in around late autumn. You just hoped the small creature won't catch a cold. -"Where's your mamma? Where's mamma?"- You soothe her mid-stride, bouncing her in your hug only just a little like a newborn, finding that she didn't mind as you moved further back up the slope of the hill, straining for breath, but arms busy and unable to hang unto branches and the occasional boulder for balance, nearly stumbling and catching your balance the last moment --- the cabin within sight; a roof peeking out from the edge of the pine tree riddled vista.

-"Robert! Bobby!?"-

You shout; you could swear, man had the ears of a seasoned hound dog.

You were certain he'd hear you from about a mile away.

Was it bad you were too excited for words? That you couldn't contain it and had to practically holler, as he would put it, from across the valley and towards the house before you were even close to stepping into the front yard and by extension, the porch? No, you supposed it wasn't bad. When you find him, he's crouching down in front of the heating stove, the metal lid open and illuminated with an interior hue of golden-orange light as he tosses the occasional the occasional splintered log inside of it to stoke the fire --- with as much wood as he cut up for the oncoming winter, you two would be set for six months straight with no worries as to the warmth of this place. Or in this case, the three of you as of today --- as of right now. One house pet included.

-"Bobby, look what I've found!"-

You announce, practically busting into the kitchenette.

Holding up your jacket --- the timid little bundled up body inside still shaking.

All that peeks out are its ears and Robert's eyes are steady, scrutinizing.

His neck turned sharply, expression just as sharp with displeasure.

Oh.

-"Why in the everlovin' fuck did you pick that up?"-

He murmurs, the flames outlining one side of his body in a bright bronze.

He...wasn't happy, that's for sure.

Well, you knew he wouldn't be throwing around confetti.

Wasn't in his nature. But, still ---

-"She was lost."-

Reading the room, you press the jacket and the fawn back to your chest.

-"Would've died."-

You add, diminishing under his stare, feeling the need to explain.

Wrapping your arms around her protectively.

-"Her mom was nowhere to be found."-

You shrug, awkwardly lingering for a second before continuing.

-"I'll keep it and I'll tend to it."-

There's a soft, polite little bit of finality to that statement, you knew, like you weren't asking for permission or opinions, rather stating your stance and holding your ground on the matter while Robert looked at you, kneeling in front of the fireplace, hand still gripping the metal door behind which the heart crackled. You knew he wasn't one for sentimentalities. He once regaled you with a story how he fought the prospect of being given painkillers and Morphine when they were operating on his face. He was of the belief, both then and now, that if he couldn't endure the pain he didn't deserve to live anyway and that he was seldom as angry in life as he was when the medical staff forcibly injected him. -"Yeah. Eh."- He waves his hand dismissively at you and the wide eyed fawn. -"You'll get the house shit fulla tics an' lice, is all you'll be bound to do. Y'go leavin' the cabin for two hours and ya immediately come back with sum sorta urchin creature or other to play foster-mama to."- He tilts his head standing up, slamming the lid shut and you feel the pang of pain coiling around in your chest, unable to deny his taunting hurt. You open your mouth. Closing it. Then opening it again. Contemplating what to say. -"But ---"- Instead, you merely trail off, words halfway caught in your throat, as heavy as a lump stuck in one place, refusing to go up or down. You felt something about this decision was going to end up being a clash of philosophical points of view and the next time he moves his scarred lips to speak, your predictions are entirely confirmed. How well you knew him. -"If it was meant to die maybe you shouldn't have gone an' disturbed the natural order of shit. Let what the wild intended for it happen."- His eyes loom from under his lashes and his eyes are cold and icy underneath their shadow; about a foot taller than you, give or take, Barnes towers --- his distorted silhouette splattered large on the wall behind him, elongated by the light of the fire. You wrap your arms around your pet --- yes, your newfound, adopted pet, even tighter. -"Survival of the fittest."- He adds firmly. Blankly. Almost challenging you. Yeah, no. -"I don't believe in that sort of thing."- You retort, not unkindly, but with enough conviction to let him know you meant it. In fact, every time he needed help with an injury, every time he was wounded, shot, bleeding, you were glad it wasn't nature that did its course, rather, the helpful kindness of outside factors intervening --- medicine, injections, rescue, medevacs, operations and pills. -"It'll survive because I'll help it survive. That's fit enough for me."- You remark, an unflinching decision made up in your mind.

If Robert needed help, staggering somewhere in woods, well ---

You'd help him too, at any cost, by any means necessary.

Drag him, if you had to, fifty pounds heavier as he was than you.

This deer would survive.

-"Don't go 'round countin' your chickens before they hatch, darlin'."-

He takes a step back, standing still, only to move, leisurely.

One step at a time.

Circling you so slowly you scarcely even realize that's what he was doing.

At least not until he was standing on the threshold behind you.

His voice brushing against the lobe of your ear.

Hot breath and all.

-"These things drop like flies the first week they go bein' exposed to domesticated house conditions."-

He breathes, sending shivers down your spine.

Almost like there was a cruel, self-content, smug edge to his words somehow.

Like he relished in the notion of a weaker being dying.

Setting you up for failure.

No.

You mentally dig in your heel.

Sauntering towards the kitchen counters, looking for a bottle. Some milk.

You'd hand feed the deer, wash it, bathe it, clean it of ticks, do whatever it takes.

-"You know, I'm used to my kindness being looked down on occasionally."-

You say, more to yourself than him, feeling his eyes following you around unblinking, propped up on your tip toes, searching the cabinets, your fawn still underarm, your joints and muscles aching at this point, the small creature still wrapped in your damp jacket.

-"But, I'll be kind anyway."-

---

Robert Barnes remembered the first ever time he's ever been to a cinema when he was barely big enough to be outta his nappies and it was when his ma' and pa' went down to Gaitlinburg for a monthly stock up of things, spendin' daddy's slight raise in wages thumping away at the railroad seven days a week and as a bit of a pick-me-up they took him to see a moving picture because he supposed they were havin' a particularly sunny disposition that particular moment in time invigorated by the extra income, bless their hearts; They were showing Bambi at the fleapit movie house downtown in 1942. and even then, at that tender, formative age where most people could barely even form clear, cohesive memories least of all be properly influenced by them, it was the faceless, nameless hunter on the silverscreen shooting the fawn's mamma who he related to the most. It's who he wanted to be. Supposed that's exactly who he ended up becoming, even before the Nam was ever even a thing or a thought on anyone's mind. Heck, most folks couldn't even point to the damn place on the map in those days, the world feelin' smaller as a whole.

That whole trip down to town being prophetic.

Indicative.

Foreshadowing.

A cozy, commonplace Friday at the time it was happening --- but now?

Thinkin' back to it?

He understood his path was set for him long before he ever even knew it.

Cleaning his Winchester at the emptied dining table, thighs spread out on the chair beneath him, ashtray next to him, he ponders the notion --- well, he figured people were born precisely and exactly who they were always meant to be, 'cept it took time for them to grow into it --- like a well-used Sunday suit some folks inherit from they older brother or pa' that stands in the closet for a decade before its one's own time to wear it --- a good, solid, reliable hand-me-down that's slouching in certain places and a coupla sizes too big only to fit just right, like a glove fits a hand, better than any other suit one could buy regardless of much they might fight the bequeathed piece at first in favor of any other. None of this blank sheet or free will bullshit. Robert Barnes was always the hunter. That was reality. Part of him was even prone to believing that if he didn't earn the scar on his face back in Ia Drang because some piece of shit downright blasted him in the mug his own mamma would've gone and created him just like this, the way he was now, birthed into this life with a big old birthmark on the left side of him because there was no runnin' from oneself --- a man takes himself with him, everywhere and always and the ugly, mean and the bullshitters were always ugly, mean bullshitters.

And now? This man, the ugly mean bullshitter had fuckin' Bambi livin' under his roof.

The old polishing cloth slides over the smooth, brown walnut stock balanced on the dip of his shoulder, working fingers travelling further up, towards the jet black, metallic receiver, across the beech bolt and landing on the wooden fore-end --- the barrel already shiny, casting a long, thin shadow across the table's surface, reflecting the orange hue of the kerosene lamp flickering away on the windowsill, framing you on its other end like a mounted wall picture, tinkering away before the gathering dusk in the garden, back hunched, turned away from the house, but still perfectly within his sights --- Barnes clears his throat of phlegm once he finds the polishing cloth dry, moistening it back up with his spittle, finding it a good a tool as any to do a simple job. Were his firearms. He was using them. Could spit on them if he liked to. The slight thump of soft hooves cause his eyes to jolt up momentarily from the weapon --- a slight bit of bleating follows, more of a pathetic meep than anything else, really --- right from the direction where you set the wicker basket up a week before, next to the crackling stove of the fireplace --- nature's liability has woken up, stirred by the noise stemming from his saliva filled throat, no doubt. There's more from when that came from; this was no hotel. He spits, he cusses and sometimes, he'd listen to the radio too. So what then? Barnes holds the animal's gaze as it stands there uncertain, on the floorboard, laying down at one point, unsure, it's stick thin legs folded underneath it making it look like a spotted lump of bread covered with short, brown fur, staring at him with doe eyes like shiny buttons on a rag doll's face, remindin' him of every gook child, gook baby, gook youth and gook woman's he's ever seen. Ever killed. Reminding him of someone else too, yet he couldn't quite point his finger at it, cigarette hanging askew from his mouth, pressed into place between a mouth sitting firm, enveloping the fawn from afar in a veil of mist. Bambi, he named the thing in his own mind --- that's what he named it day one, when you first brought it home and even now, a week later, while you were still pondering names you never realized he long since had one.

Bambi, like in them old 'toons.

-"What'chu lookin' at --- lil' sack of shit? I ain' your peepaw."-

He mutters, raising his chin, throwing it out, tauntin'.

A shiny black nose and a pair of nostrils flare and sniffle softly.

Thing could hear him, almost like it was quietly bargaining with him.

Givin' him the choice of either-or, recognizing the master of the house.

That's why certain animals just lay down when a predator in the bush catches up with them and let themselves be eaten while a tiger has their paw around them, playing with them for a moment before gettin' down to business --- the smaller one doesn't fight it, just lettin' it happen; knowing the struggle is futile and that this is the circle of life. Reality. Barnes aims his Winchester for a second; tasting the sensation, holding the fawn sitting on the floorboard at aim, right in his crosshairs, finger on the trigger and the click of the cartridge resounding with a click as he feeds it a bullet out of the box next to his ashtray, contemplating himself the prospect of a red, juicy venison stakes for supper, causing him to instinctively lick the inside of his cheek at the notion, not minding the idea of eating it bloody and raw, not minding the possibility of pressing a knife to the animal's neck like a butcher would --- cutting and letting the splatter hit the parquet for you to see and understand precisely the type of man he was, the silence heavy to the degree he could downright hear your tools scraping along the cultivated, soft soil of the garden outside and then just as abruptly, the shiny, doe eyes flicker at him and he knew just who they also reminded him of.

Bottomless, pitch, innocent --- filled with God's own kindness.

He goddamn nearly turns the rifle on himself then, pressing it against his chin.

No fear or uncertainty behind the act, just cold, calculated will.

By the time you return inside, the twilight settled on the cabin's front porch, your fingers and nails blackened with the excretion of work and your smiling cheeks flushed red with sweat and exhaustion, pressing an eager kiss to the top of his head, the deer's back in its basket having itself a nap by the fire, the Winchester's been put away into its vitrine on the wall and he's poured himself a drink --- a good, heavy one --- while you cleaned up and prepared supper.

---

The first snow mingled with rain drizzles through the chill stillness of the air.

The night framed through the window's peppered with a falling fog of shimmering whiteness and his hand holds the edge of the curtain for a second, bed pressed up against the wall, letting the old drapery his ma' brought in as dowry at least half a century ago fall limp while he lay sprawled out on the mattress, waiting for you to return from a midnight trip to the bathroom --- the lingering warmth of your body still soaking your side of the bedsheets, causing him to trace your absence there, your heat mingling with the alarming coolness of the fabric, feeling you and finding he was missing you even when you were gone for all but five minutes. Times like these he goes cravin' a late night smoke and has him shooting up from the bed, sitting at its edge, feeling restless, lingering in the dark, the place where the lively stove stood pitch black and empty, nothing but the basket you arranged there and a small, hill-like shape huddled underneath them quilts. He stands up slowly, being even more quiet than he usually was even though walkin' 'round the house barefoot without his boots caused him some measure of distress, he looms large over where the fawn slept, only a pair of ears peeking out and he scoots over, slowly collecting it in his arms, eliciting a tiny whimper out of the animal --- it's easy work, grabbing the feeding bottle where you've left it and pressing it to the babe's snout, letting it suckle and eat in a couple of shivering, eager gulps, bringing it with him, back to bed once its done, sitting the animal down on his chest, letting it curl up there like a seasoned housecat, Barnes his hand hovering it first right over that tiny skull that couldn't have weighed more than an average little rock, right before he allowed himself to set down the open palm of his hand against the fawn's fur, nuzzling it there. If a thing was yours, he could care for it. Maybe...maybe...Kill for it. Die for it. Yeah. Fact was, a great many things only ever had worth to him through you and he didn't care who knew it. He hears you when you leave the bathroom. He hears you as you standing on the threshold of the bedroom, breathing, illuminated by a ribbon of light crashing through the window. Watching. A gesture he returns, settling his arm under his head as a pillow, his other hand holding the animal. He knew you could see him because he could sure as heck see you.

-"Will you look at that!"-

You exclaim surprised, gasping, voice halfway hushed, tiptoeing towards the bed.

-"You two have reconciled! Well, I am glad!"-

There's a trace of warmth in your tone as your neck bends, head tilting to watch your pet sleep, it's nimble twig of a spine heaving up and down serenely, at peace --- he really needed to get to work and put a baby inside of ya so you didn't have to go 'round pickin' up forest orphans no more and that was a given. -"You know, I've been thinking of names and ---"- You begin and he immediately shuts that shit down as you settled down next to him, on your side of the bed. Already had a name. -"Bambi."- He says matter of factly, staring up at the ceiling as the mattress underneath you bent and creaked --- your presence as welcome there as the skin on his own bones. -"What ---"- You trail off and he interjects yet again, head turning on the pillow, resting on the scarred side of his cheek, gazing at you in the dark, only the outline of your face visible. -"Name's Bambi."- He announces and your breathing steadies, mouth agape, lashes fluttering as you searched his expression. -"Bambi."- You mouth that, like someone savoring each letter, weighing it in on your tongue not unlike an unsung lullaby. Truth was, in the time he decided on that name and chose to make it known to you just know, somewhere in the intermissive weeks he became more prone to calling the animal by your name, at least in the private recesses of his mind --- had your eyes --- might as well have your name, leaving him figuring that's the only way he could show a living thing absolute, guaranteed bias and clemency against his better judgement and habit; is he gives it your personhood, steadying his own hand through it. Just like that hunter in the old 'toon, except it's you he hunts. Spotting you in the forest clearing and lowering his rifle at the sight of you, your pretty doe eyes blinking at him. Maybe he was always supposed precisely and exactly what he was and there were no two ways 'round it, his nature a settled, ingrained thing long before he ever knew you or himself entirely, but he could tell himself no by adorning all things with your visage. Shit, maybe a random ass pine tree in the forest anywhere on this giant of a mountain could elicit a bullshit emotion akin to sympathy out of him one of these days if he imagined you'd enjoy sitting under its shade one day.

-"Yeah...I like that! I like Bambi!"-

You whisper, content, nuzzling into his shoulder; fawn fast asleep on his chest.

The snow outside keeps falling; he'll have plenty to shovel in the morning.

[goodvibesandmemes]

GENERAL MEMES: Vampire/Immortal Themed 🩸🦇🌹

↳ Please feel free to tweak them.

Themes: violence, death, blood, murder, depression/negative thoughts

SYMBOLS: ↳ Use “↪”to reverse the characters where applicable!

🦇 - To catch my muse transforming into a bat 🌞 - To warn my muse about/see my muse in the sunlight. 🩸 - To witness my muse drinking blood from a bag. 🐇 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from an animal. 🧔🏽 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from a human. 🦌 - For our muses hunt together for the first time. 🏃🏿‍♀️ - To see my muse using super speed. 🏋🏼‍♂️ - To see my muse using their super strength. 🧛🏻‍♂️ - To confront my muse about being a vampire. 🌕 - For my muse to lament missing the sun. ⏰ - For my muse to tell yours about a story from their long, immortal life. 🤛🏽 - To offer my muse your wrist to drink from. 👩🏿 - For my muse to reminisce about a long lost love. 👩🏽‍🤝‍👩🏽 - For your muse to look exactly like my muse's lost love. 👄 - For my muse to bite yours. 👀 - For my muse to glamour/compel yours. 🧄 - To try and sneakily feed my muse garlic to test if they're a vampire. 🔗 - To try and apprehend my muse with silver chains. 🔪 - To try and attack my muse with a wooden stake. 👤 - To notice that my muse doesn't have a reflection. 🌹 - For my muse to turn yours into a vampire. 🌚 - For my muse and yours to spend time together during the night. 🧛🏼‍♀️ - For my muse to tell yours about their maker/sire.

SENTENCES:

"I've been alive for a long time [ name ], I can handle myself." "I'm over a thousand years old, you can't stop me!" "Lots of windows in this place, not exactly the greatest place for a vampire." "Do you really drink human blood? Don't you feel guilty?" "Vampires are predators, [ name ] hunting is just part of our nature, you can't change that." "You just killed that person! You're a monster!" "Tomorrow at dawn, you'll meet the sun [ name ]." "Can you make me like you?" "Do you really want to live forever?" "You say you want to live forever, [ name ], but forever is a long time, longer than you can imagine." "What was it like to live through [ historic event / time period ]?" "Did people really dress like that when you were young?" "What were you like when you were human?" "We’re vampires, [ name ], we have no soul to save, and I don’t care." "How many people have you killed? You can tell me, I can handle it." "Did you meet [ historic figure ]?" "Everyone dies in the end, what does it matter if I... speed it along." "Every time we feed that person is someone's mother, brother, sister, husband. You better start getting used to that if you want to survive this life." "[ she is / he is / they are ] the strongest vampire anyone has heard of, no one knows how to stop them, and if you try you're going to get yourselves killed." "Vampire hunters are everywhere in this city, you need to watch your back." "Humans will never understand the bond a vampire has with [ his / her / their ] maker, it's a bond like no other." "Here, have this ring, it will protect you from the sunlight." "I get you're an immortal creature of the night and all that, but do you have to be such a downer about it?" "In my [ centuries / decades / millennia ] of living, do you really think no one has tried to kill me before?" "Vampires aren't weakened by garlic, that's a myth." "I used to be a lot worse than I was now, [ name ], I've had time to mellow, to become used to what I am. I'm ashamed of the monster I was." "The worst part of living forever is watching everyone you love die, while you stay frozen, still, constant." "I've lived so long I don't feel anything any more." "Are there more people like you? How many?" "Life has never been fair, [ name ], why would start being fair now you're immortal?" "You want to be young forever? Knock yourself out, I just hope you understand what you're giving up." "You never told me who turned you into a vampire. Who were they? Why did they do it?" "I could spend an eternity with you and never get bored." "Do you really sleep in coffins?" "There are worse things for a vampire than death, of that I can assure you [ name ]." "You need to feed, it's been days. You can drink from me, I can tell you're hungry." "The process of becoming a vampire is risky, [ name ], you could die, and I don't know if I could forgive myself for killing you." "I'm a vampire, I can hold a grudge for a long time, so believe me when I say I will never forgive this. Never." "You were human once! How can you have no empathy?" "You don't have to kill to be a vampire, but what would be the fun in that." "You can spend your first years of immortality doing whatever you want to whoever you want, but when you come back to your senses, it'll hit you harder than anything you've felt before." "One day, [ name ], everything you've done is going to catch up to you, and you're never going to forgive yourself." "Stop kidding yourself, [ name ], you're a vampire, a killer, a predator. You might as well embrace it now because you can't keep this up forever." "You can't [ compel / glamour ] me, I have something to protect me." "When you've lived as long as me, there's not much more in life you can do." "You want me to turn you? You don't know what you're asking me to do." "You really have to stop hissing like that, it's getting on my nerves." "I'm going to drive this stake through your heart, [ name ], and I'm going to enjoy it."

[atheone]

🦌🐇 AU: 4/?

Parts: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]

🐇's POV:

🐇: The night was nearing its end when I headed back to Mr. Roe Deer's house. When I bad arrived, he was in a deep slumbering state on the shabby thing he calls his couch. It seemed not far fetched that he had fallen asleep while watching my show. Did he like my performance, I wonder? Part of me hopes that he did, perhaps he'll be in the live audience one day. Oh how much I look forward to it.

Upon closer inspection, my good friend was shivering. It was a tiny little thing. Shivering. But I was greatly displeased that my friend was in an uncomfortable state. If it were another person I would have ignored it, but something about Mr. Roe Deer always made me act so differently. I quickly procured a quilt to cover my friend. Even so it was still not enough. I'd ignite a fire but I doubt my friend would appreciate waking to one in his house.

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to huddle together?

It's what keeps creatures of various sorts warm during the winter.

Friend was warm despite his shivering. Perhaps it wasn't the cold that plagued him after all. He stilled once I was next to him and learned closer against me. I wasn't used to such gentle warmth. Hopelessly, I wanted to stay like this for eternity.

[livinglycan]

☽ ~ The sand shifts beneath your paws and the scent of salt fills your nostrils ~ 𓃥

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ "𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍" ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Ello!! You can call me Theo, Ari, or Feng! I'm transmasc and my pronouns are He/It/That + any dog or (were)wolf related neos! I'm (feralromantic) aroallo, MLM/Gay, wolfdog freak, and objectum.

Feralromantic and wolfdog freak are both coins termed by me!

I am a werewolf. This is not a kintype, I am physically a werewolf. I’ll still post under the werewolfkin tags because I feel like werewolfkin can relate to my experience. I am a therian and otherkin but stuff relating to that can be found on my main blog, @confused-canid where I interact from. I appreciate the use of tone tags for me!

This blog is for me posting about me being a werewolf, or werewolf related things! This could be my selfships, art writings, etc.! My tags are: #Running with the wolves🐺 - Talking with my mutuals! #Howling at the moon🌕 - Original posts that are text! #Weird little claw marks✏️ - My art! This will usually be paired with text so it will be tagged as #Howling at the moon🌕 and as #Weird little claw marks✏️! #yapping back🌙 - Responding to asks! #Tasty posts🦴 - reblogs relating to this blog but not therian related or my own (usually used for posts I’m saving for later), #Rabies🥩 - Gore, animal death, angry stuff, and other things that make me hungry, #Home🌲 - Heart-home (Vancouver island) stuff, #Mother🏹🦌 - Artemis worship related things, #Little wolf🐾 - Agere posts (rbs and original ones

Theriotypes:

~Harlequin great Dane

~Bottlenose dolphin

~Western coyote (unsure what type but one that lives in or near Kansas, prairie dwelling)

~Leopard seal

~ Rocky mountain Bighorn sheep

Kintypes:

~Merfolk

~Two legged dragon

~Marble fox Kitsune

Others:

~Equidae clado hearted

~Changeling holothere

~ Lemon shork (Kaiju paradise)

~ Like slime pup (Kaiju paradise)

~ Nightcrawler (Kaiju paradise)

~ Chocolate sprinklekit (Kaiju paradise)

~ Lockheed SR-71 blackbird

DNI: Basic DNI criteria+, NSFW blog, make a lot of nsfw posts about werewolves, Radqueer, RCTA, Proship or any variants of it, Demonizes cluster B disorders or delusions/are an ableist, Zionist/pro Israel (Get tf off my blog. Seriously. Like, leave right now. I will maul you.), antikin, fakeclaimer, anti researched self diagnoses, pro Trump, pro Biden (Trump is bad and so is Joe. He is directly funding the genocide against Palestine.), anti ACAB, Pro contact for harmful paras (People w/ big 3 and other harmful (if acted on) paras can interact but don’t go against the rest of my DNI. I hope you can recover, I'm proud of you. You can do this.), anti atypical dysphoria, or are here to debate me about my identity.

Anyways, bye creatures!

Last updated April 11th 2025

I live in the central daylight timezone / CT, in case you want to talk

a lot of this was just to show off these dividers

[idkfitememate]

🦌 anon here. Thank you for comforting me that I don’t flood your inbox. I appreciate it! <3

Also, I have obviously revealed myself as a loyal Furina lover by now. She’s just my bby. And I love her so much.

But Furina love aside, I’ve got a really funny idea.

What if Yanfei, Moon Carver, and deer!creator, all met up. They’ve all got deer characteristics. Two more so than others BUT STILL.

I just looked it up and you can call a group a deer a bevy. It just sounds so funny! You could also call them a parcel.

It’s a parcel of deer people. A bevy of deer creatures meeting up.

It’s like the Spider-Man meme all over again. Lol.

And the other adepti +Zhongli just watch from a distance.

Found Family

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Deer Reader x Yanfei & Moon Carver + Liyue

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 149

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, found family in a silly way

“Zhongli what-“

“Shhhh….”

Hu Tao, Xiao and Zhongli all sat aside as you, Yanfei and Moon Carver all stared at each other.

“Isn’t that the deer that beat up Paimon.??” Xiao questioned, only to receive a quick nod from the tea sipping Zhongli.

Slowly you stepped forward and pressed your nose a bent over Moon Carver. Quick huffs and sniffing was heard before you rubbed your head against his. Then you walked over to Yanfei and did the same.

Yes, she did press her nose to yours and nuzzled you, no hands.

The trio then watched as you three walked away without a word spoken between you.

“What… what just happened?” Hu Tao asked.

Zhongli wiped away a stray tear and sniffed, causing both yongers to look at him.

“… A family was just formed. A bevy, a parcel even.”

Hu Tao then fully turned to Zhongli.

“A what-“

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I hope I did this justice but having bystanders as you meet the people most like you would be funny… live stage audience watches adoption process-

… That should be a thing hold on ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Also same, Furina deserves everything ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

[transdeergirl]

thinking about deer again #awesome

[puppygirl-politburo]

Oh no Kathrine’s ranking zenodrugies

S-tier

Class D, it would be so hot to not have any filter and having to admit a crush to someone.

Class H, I don’t think I need to explain why the hypnosis drug appeals to us :3

Class Z, it would be nice not having insomnia, that’s all

A-tier

Class A, being super needy and wanting cuddles all the time is very cute, and we think we’ed like it

Class E, it’s the nerves thb, worlds most paranoid creature

Class G, transitioning is hot, what more can we say

Class J, see class A for why I like this

Class M, I’m not a doll but I think not being able to move or think while being cared for would be nice

Class N, specifically the one that making you keep on orgasming, keep on cumming in her gay ass

Class W, not being able to speak and only making puppy sounds is very hot

B tier

Class C, I like slow burn so stuff like this that speed runs the domestication process is not my favourite

Class L, I guess it could be nice but other zenodruggies do it better

Class S, not the biggest fan of sensory play

C tier

Class F, I don’t really know what this one does but it sounds cool, the placement might change

Class O, kinda scary but the florets on them are pretty cute

Class P, why not just use class h for this, I’m a hypnosis pilled floretcel

D tier

Class B, this is a therapy drug to me, they give us them when something bad happens

Class V, I don’t actually know what this one does either, weird

-Kathrine 🦌

[macabr3-barbi3]

I'd like to request a reader stumbling upon Alastor and a deer having a squeaking contest in the woods. I don't know why I need it but I need it because squeaking contest. Thank you

Hello! I hope this scratches the itch for you, it was super cute and fun to write ❤️🦌

You were perhaps a bit early for your meeting with Alastor, but you didn’t think he would mind as you eased open the door to his hotel room and let yourself in. You had been regularly spending time together for a few months now since you had started staying at the hotel, and normally you shared an evening cup of tea about an hour later than you currently were. 

Alastor wasn’t in his room when you stepped inside though, the fire going but no sign of the Radio Demon. You set the new tea you had brought along for the two of you to try on the table near his armchairs and wander further into the room.

He might be in his bayou dimension, you figure. It wasn’t like him to be outside the hotel at this time of the night, so unless he was down at the bar or something he had to be out in the swamp. You had been itching to take a closer look at the ecosystem anyway, so you hoped he wouldn’t mind if you took a look around.

Stepping over the threshold from bedroom to bayou, the difference was immediately noticeable- the atmosphere felt thicker, warmer, more tangible. You follow the path that’s been eroded into the earth through the trees, marveling at the world that Alastor has created here. It was beautiful, the stars shining through the canopy of trees above you, green-tinted moon casting a faint glow on the flora and little creatures you could see skittering about. Maybe he wouldn’t be too averse to having your tea out here sometimes- iced, since it was a bit hotter, but you didn’t think he would mind.

A faint squeaking noise draws your attention, feet halting as you try to pinpoint the direction it had come from. A moment of silence, and then you hear it again coming from your left. You slip your shoes off to muffle the sound of your feet in the grass and creep towards the sound.

You’ve found Alastor, at least- he’s bent at the waist and face to face with a baby deer, ears flattened against his head and his smile thin. Your eyebrows scrunch at the sight, and then the fawn makes the noise that you had followed; high pitched and cute, it makes you smile, grin widening when Alastor glares at the tiny creature and imitates the sound.

They go back and forth several times, the squeaking increasing in volume and length and Alastor getting progressively more frustrated. You hadn’t even known that he could make a noise like that, so sweet and soft and genuinely deerlike that it finally makes you giggle, the fawn taking off into the darkness of the woods and Alastor standing to his normal height, ears pointing skyward as his eyes narrow at the sight of you.

“What,” he inquires, “are you doing out here?” 

“What am I doing out here? You were in some kind of squeaking contest with a baby deer- so cute by the way-”

“My actions are none of your concern.” He turns his head away from you, but even in the dim lighting you can see the faint blush to his complexion.

“Come on, Al,” you tease lightly, not wanting to actually anger him. “You can tell me- did the fawn offer you its soul if you could out-adorable it? You were doing a great job from what I could see.”

“If you must know, it was a riveting argument about the state of my bayou- whatever level of ‘cuteness’ you apply to it is merely a byproduct of the conversation. Since you’ve scared the damned thing off, I shall have to resume the conversation another time.” His smile is tense, leaning into your personal space. “You will speak of this to no one,” he says, brushing his hands off on his suit jacket. “Know that it is only the faintest sliver of platonic affection keeping your afterlife uninterrupted.”

“Gotcha,” you agree. “Big scary Radio Demon? Not cute in the slightest; I have no evidence to the contrary if anyone asks. You have my word.” You place a hand over your heart in mock-seriousness, and know that you’ve won him over when he scoffs and his smile softens. “Now come on, I brought a new tea for us to try- back to society!” You’re already contemplating how to make him make that squeaking noise again; maybe if you asked nicely he would do it for you, or perhaps you’d have to startle him into it-

“It’s not even a mile back to the room, and this is hardly the wilderness,” he complains, but he follows you anyway, your nefarious plot unnoticed.

[pyro-les]

A promise to uphold part 1

Radioapple🦆🦌

Warnings: none -1.2k words

A/N: this is the first part of a series which I will post both on here and AO3. First time writing for Hazbin Hotel so sorry if it's a tad ooc

It had been over 100 years since Lillith had left taking Charlie with her, she left Lucifer nothing. Well technically not nothing, she had left him the palace but what was the point of somewhere so big with no one in it? It just made the fact that he was now truly alone even more obvious.

It was because of this that he went searching for something to fill the time and space at home, he searched alot of hell but found nothing new or interesting, everything they had on sale was something he had already owned and was long getting boring by now. Lucifer rarely kept his interest in things for longer than 10 or so years, the only thing that had ever really stuck was creating rubber ducks. He had been creating them since the start of hell, they had always brought him joy and pride, but as the years went on the pride faded and faded, the one person he loved to show them to interest in them had rturned abysmal. Where there was once a soft look of love and amusement on her face there was now only disinterest as she mumbled on about Lucifer wasting all of his time playing around making stupid children's toys instead of actually ruling hid kingdom.

He hadn't made any ducks since Lillith had told Charlie to stop accepting them as gifts.

And that how he found himself now walking the streets of New Orleans searching the human world for something new and fun to distract him. He wandered by shop windows peering inside each one hoping to find something interesting.

"You're not from around here are you?" A voice asked from just behind Lucifer.

He turned to see the person who had spoken standing almost a foot taller than him with a soft smile on his face. Lucifer instinctively smiled back at him with a slight blush as he had to turn his head up to look in the other man's eyes, the human disguise showing the blood rushing to his cheeks red, a poor imitation of his usual crimson beauty marks.

He chuckled lightly before responding, realising that he had been stood here staring at the man for far too long "No, I'm just visiting. I'm trying to find something new to do to fill some of my time."

"I thought as much, I would've recognised such a pretty face." The man spoke cool making Lucifer's blush increase by tenfold. "I'm Alastor, and you are?" He added as he took Lucifer's hand I his own to give it a sweet kiss.

Lucifer definitely was not falling fast.

"I'm Lucian, it's a pleasure to meet you." Lucifer managed to say calmly, shocking even himself. For a man who had been married for along as he had it was shocking how easily he could be turned into a blushing bumbling mess. Perhaps his mental barriers were alot easier to bypass then his physical ones, immune to lethal attacks but not sweet words or harsh insults. Or perhaps it was the fact that throughout the whole time of his infamous relationship with Lillith she had rarely complimented him or even attempted to flirt with him. Maybe this was simply due to her nature, she had a much more physical approach to love or much more often lust. It had been jading to Lucifer at first, him being a creature of pure angelic grace, created not for the heated actions she loved ao much but for creation and passion. And that is the argument she had used against him, that these acts she loved so much were simply her showing her passion for him and much later that it could be for creation too. He hadn't been the fondest of either idea but had played along in fears of losing the only person he had left, in the end it didn't matter anyway though, thousands of years of playing along to her games all for her to leave anyway.

"A pleasure indeed." Alastor replied with a charming smile, snapping Lucifer out of his spiral of depressing thoughts. "So you are looking for something to fill you're time, huh?" He asked smoothly.

"Yes, I've got alot more time on my hands than I used to. Everything at home feels too quiet and empty." Lucifer explained briefly, telling himself not to dump too much depressing information onto Alastor as easily as it would've been. He seemed as though he could tell him anything, that this human he had just met would somehow understand that the palace felt all too lonely, hearing only the echos of Charlie's laughter as he bypassed what had been her bedroom. But he wouldn't say that to him, he didn't want to risk scaring him off.

Alastor hummed for a moment, clearly contemplating something. "Too quiet you say? Well I may have just the thing for that." Excitedly Lucifer asked what it was, the joy clear in hid voice making Alastor chuckle lightly before replying "Why a radio of course! You can listen to it at home while doing anything you'd like, it would keep you entertained and updated with all the important news and any new hit songs all while filling the silence at home."

It was a brilliant idea, this could keep him busy for hours on his own and continue to fill the silence while he does other things too. "That's perfect!" Lucifer exclaimed. "Where do I get one from?" He added on curiously.

"I can gift you one of mine if you so please." Alastor replied with a soft smile.

Lucifer paused, "Why would you do that?" It didn't make sense, he barely knew him and surely he needed it for himself.

Chuckling again Alastor replied easily "It would be useful for you, help fill the silence. Besides I have multiples, I wouldn't miss it so you need not worry about me." Seeing the look on Lucifer's face he added on "If you would like, you could give me something too, make it an exchange?"

This made Lucifer perk up a little more, he wouldn't just take from this mortal but a deal he could make. "What would you like?"

Alastor didn't hesitate for even a moment, clearly already knowing what he wanted "To listen to my radio show. It will debut this Friday and I would love to know I have even just one devoted listener." His excitement died down while he spoke, turning more into doubt as he tried to disguise it with a smile. Lucifer didn't know much about radio or Alastor but from what he did know he was sure that people would listen to anything that Alastor said, his voice was soft and smooth and combined with his undeniable charm it was entrancing. Surely he would get countless listeners in no time, but still the doubt in his voice hit a soft spot in lucifer, he vowed to himself then and there that he would never miss a broadcast. He didn't know what it was about Alastor but something about him was different, important and he for some strange reason would do anything he asked of him.

Lucifer smiled at Alastor and truthfully replied "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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✨Random headcanons that popped into my head, Hazbin hotel edition✨

This will include ships I ship, random things I feel like a character has/does/likes, and perhaps a new flavor of husband shenanigans. As you know I’m a multi-shipper in two senses: I like multiple ships for multiple characters, and I like multiple ships that has one half of the couple being the same throughout variations. Without further ado, here we go!

Starting off strong with the Big man of hell himself, Luci

Lucifer💫🐥🐍🍎: like most fandoms, I tend to have Luci enjoy sweets and have a special fondness for apples. I personally feel the Morningstar crest being apple-inclusive was Lilith’s idea, as Lucifer was depressed and she wanted to give Heaven a middle finger. Apples are both a nostalgic and bittersweet thing for Luci, but he can’t help but to continue in the indulgence. I’d imagine Lucifer would have a smoked-apple kind of scent about him, whether that’s from product or natural musk/energy depends on my mood. I also think that he was always a shape-shifter, and a lot of his forms were inspiration for creatures that would dwell on earth, as Lucifer was the favorite. I also think that fish and snake scales, fawn-spots, fireflies, bioluminescence, and flowers having scent was all Lucifer’s doing; although they were altered. He wanted the animals on earth to sparkle and be full of life, but was ultimately brought down, and “appeased” with similar. But entirely different outcomes. I truly believe that on top of short kings depression, he has PTSD, ADHD, and Autism on top of it. Once again, I don’t always stack that on him, but meh. I also have Lucifer in a constant glamour, hiding extensive damage from the fall, which only Belphagore, who cares for his medical needs, has seen. Usually for a ship his paramour gets to see eventually for plot. He has arthritis and does actually need to utilize his cane as a cane, but hates it. Hes socially awkward as everyone knows. Luci does have a royal guard to defend his palace and hellborns who live in pride, as they’re not sinners and therefore shouldn’t be exterminated. He can go full devil and definitely has done what some legends depict the devil of doing. Hes not proud of it, but it is what it is. This boi can be touch-averse due to trauma, but with his self-loathing and depression I believe it’d take a lot for him to voice that fact. I also don’t have Lucifer and Charlie’s relationship quite so distant as in canon. It’s still somewhat estranged, but Lucifer was helping her with the big changes. Such as moving into the hotel, and Vaggie. Which I’ll get into later.

Moving on, we have the Deerman!

Alastor📻🦌🔪: Alastor tends to represent non-sex repulsed in my version of him, but every once in a while I adjust where he is on the Ace and sometimes aromantic spectrum. I have Al as a man who has Antisocial disorder, so romance and interacting with others is as much of a mystery to him as it is to interact with the shady deerman himself. I bounce between Alastor’s hygiene being really good or really bad. Partly because of information from Viv, and partly due to the time period Alastor lived and died in. I tend to really lean heavily into his Cajun upbringing. This means that my Depiction of Alastor has a coming-and-going cajun accent that will slip out on the occasion he forgets to keep the Transatlantic accent going. Usually like when he wakes up first thing in the morning or when he has a moment of snapping emotionally. His mama bounces between being in hell and in heaven. The identity of who his birth father is, also bounces around. Once again, like basic fandom who add Alastor’s childhood into the story, I have his Mother as a POC, while his father is a white man who tends to be the toxic ticking time-bomb that starts Alastor’s decent into murder, madness and mayhem. I’m a big radioapple shipper and a big radio-silence enjoyer as well. So looking into a “well into the relationship” scenario in which the deer and the short king are dating, Cajun comfort food is a must when the little devil is having a day where he can’t make himself get out of bed. Still touch-averse, and in any relationship he’s in (whether romantic or QPR) he usually is quick to figure out a system to have his partner silently ask permission to give some form of touch or affection.

Once again, moving on! We’ll do the Princess of hell, Charlotte Charlie Morningstar!

Charlie🎆🌈💖🐐: I actually try to tone Charlie WAY down as far as the Disney Princess behavior she has in canon. (Dont hate on me, but I found her character VERY hard to swallow. I get she was sheltered being royalty and all but with a depressed father and a mother trying to raise an army against Heaven, I just don’t think she’d be so ditzy and gullible towards overlords and other demons. I also was very annoyed that showing authority with her role of future ruler was seen as “mean”) So I think she still has that bubbly and positive attitude, but is much more observant and guarded when Alastor first comes to visit. I also have Charlie lean more into her abilities as heir and as a Nephilim to deal with threats such as Valentino. Yes, Angel Dust was still pissed about Charlie bursting into the studio, but I’ve decided there was more of a serious confrontation before Charlie felt guilt for her actions of butting in. She’s a lot more confident in her skills as far as knowing how to lead, but struggles in getting people to listen to her, much like in canon. The difference is that she chooses to have a more down to earth description of how to try and redeem sinners. All-and all she’s more organized, a little less oblivious, and more fierce when she needs to be. She actually knew about Vaggie being an angel when she found her in the alleyway. The wings being ripped off was a give-away along with the gold blood. So she took Vaggie to Lucifer, who helped Vaggie recover and had her join the royal guard.

Okay. Final character for this group, but not for tonight, Vagi-I mean Vaggie!

Vaggie⚔️🌈🪽: For Vaggie I don’t actually have too much different from her personality in canon compared to the others. I think we’ll get more from her in season 2 now that the big angel secret is out of the way. Speaking of which, that’s my biggest change. When Charlie found Vaggie, it was immediately obvious that the woman was a fallen angel. So she was healed and helped into recovery by Lucifer and Charlie before joining Hell’s Royal guard and quickly raising up to be pretty high in rank. Lucifer assigned her to protect Charlie during the redemption project. She fell first but Charlie fell harder. I headcanon these two to be engaged during the events of the hazbin hotel, so Vaggie is technically an official member of the Morningstar family tree. She also has some self loathing, PTSD, and deals with minor intrusive thoughts. She struggles to stamp out any holier than thou emotions and judgements she learned and retained during her time with Adam’s army. She also has a hard time being casual which she bonds with Lucifer over. She secretly has always wanted to dye her hair pinks but will die before admitting it to anyone. Has a bit of a sweet tooth, hates most men, and rock as it gives her Flashbacks of Adam being Adam.

That’s pretty much it for these characters!

@bendy-n-stuff helped and made some of these ideas with me about these characters. So if I forgot anything, or if you want to add anything on, have at it, girlfriend.

As always questions, comments, and thoughts are appreciated. I love discussions and debates as long as we’re polite and respectful of each others opinions!