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jaakey · 2 years
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new babygirl just dropped <3
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anyone who says “i’m in charge of my own destiny” does not own a cat because my 10 pound orange boy tells me when to get up and go to sleep and he could probably convince me to ignore a hero’s journey if he was already comfy on my lap
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sunglassesmish · 4 months
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ruthie’s comment on misha’s insta post — so true!
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oh SO TRUE
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deathblossomm · 1 year
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Barry getting some tattoos for his character in "Jerusalem the play".
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whimsicalsoil · 30 days
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I hate the lack of queer-platonic fics of Alastor so here you go
Warnings: Mentions/hints of cannibalism. It's Alastor.
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Today was pleasant, warm with a cool breeze, an open-the-windows type of day. The sky over the pride ring is darkening, hinting at the impending fall of night, and the hotel is calm and quiet. You’d just been exiting the lobby when you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch. You whirl around, only to be met with a smugly grinning Alastor. He’d always been one to invade personal space without warning, and his footsteps were silent, something you’re still getting used to. He pulls you from your thoughts with a clearing of his throat as he reaches with his free hand to adjust his monocle. 
You feel a small smile spread across your face as you look up at him. “Hey, I was just looking for you.” You move to place your hand over his on your shoulder, reveling in the weight of it. 
“What for?” He replies, his smug grin softening slightly at the small gesture of affection.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a store run with me,” you reply, your hand dropping back to your side as you feel him pull away from your shoulder.
"It's not as fun when I go alone."
“Very well, I shall accompany you. How could I refuse such a wonderful invitation?” He speaks, his smile widening when you reach to interlock your fingers with his. You move to the doors of the hotel, and he follows you closely. A warm feeling of comfort seeps into his chest, making him feel almost sick from the sweetness of it all. As you make your way down the sidewalk, you fall into a comfortable silence, though it’s soon interrupted when you open your mouth.
“Do you like any sweets?” You question, “I know you’re not really a fan of them, but I’m curious.”
“I detest sweets, my dear.” He speaks without hesitation, “Though there is one that I enjoy.”
An almost wicked smile creeps onto his face as he watches your expression change to confusion and interest.
“Oh…?” You look up at him, your eyes briefly meeting his, though it’s hard to keep eye contact with someone who towers over you regardless of your height. Not to mention the creeping knowledge in the back of your mind that he could snap you in half, but he simply won’t. You can’t help but wonder why that is.
“It’s you. The most enticing thing I’ve ever known—why, I could eat you alive.” 
You suddenly notice the mischievous twinkle in his eye and the glint of his sharp teeth in the streetlights. Despite how afraid you should be, you laugh and shake your head. 
“You know what I meant.” You scoff playfully, and his hand tightens around yours. 
“I meant it, darling.” He teases, and you roll your eyes.
“What am I, strawberry-flavored?”
“Much sweeter, I’d say.” He speaks, his tone as suave as ever: “More like a sweet, smooth caramel.”
Alastor is visibly enjoying this banter, his confidence shining through.
You can’t help but let out a small laugh at his response, “Right, because you’d be strawberry, I think.” 
You turn a corner and enter the automatic sliding doors of the drugstore. How literal everything is in hell is hilarious, and you chuckle to yourself at the Vox brand of cocaine on one of the end-caps.
“Or... maybe strawberries and cream. Or a shortcake?” You continue, pondering what Alastor’s hypothetical flavor would be a bit more than you had ever thought you would.
“I think I prefer the idea of being maple-flavored if I have to be sweet.” He follows you, watching you browse the shelves.
“Though strawberry is not a bad choice either.”
“Maple makes sense.” You shrug, reaching down to pick your snacks of choice from the lower shelf. 
“Did you want anything?” You offer, turning to look up at him, to which he shakes his head.
“I’m just enjoying being alongside you, darling.” He admits watching your every move, almost as if he were a predator and you were prey. He would never eat you, he thinks. Sweetness is not something he’s fond of, and you’re much too sweet for him. He’d much sooner grab you and squeeze the life out of you, hold you tight, and keep you close. He shakes his head to keep his thoughts in check, chuckling at his audacity to even think of eating you.
“You’re sweet.” Your response breaks him out of his thoughts, and you squeeze his hand before letting go to scan and pay at the self-checkout.
“Why, thank you,” He says, doing a small yet dramatic bow, “Though I do believe you must be sweeter to provoke such feelings in me.” Alastor teases, watching you move. You hum a show tune, a small smile gracing your features as you gather your items and turn to face your partner, taking his hand. You exit the store together and make your way back to the hotel, and he brings your interlocked hands to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.
“Did you want to stay with me a bit longer? We can... listen to the radio?” You offer, looking up with a bit of hopefulness in your eyes as you stand just before the entrance to the hotel.
“How kind of you to make such a wonderful suggestion.” Alastor replies, “I would very much like to spend more time with you, my dear.” 
You feel yourself grinning at the pet name and attempt to fight back the widening smile. You nod and squeeze his hand, entering the hotel and wandering through the lobby, brushing past the hotel staff. You wave at Husk, who gives a curt nod, and offer a soft, ‘Hello!’ to Charlie. Alastor follows your lead, eyes trained fondly on your grin, something Angel Dust will absolutely tease him about later. You finally enter your room after venturing the winding hallways, unlocking the door, and opening it for him, following behind. You shut the door with a soft click and bending down to pet your cat.
“I still can’t believe you don’t like cats.” You tease.
“You’re still trying to convince me to become a cat lover, are you?” He replies with a feigned scoff, watching as you stoop down to pet the feline.
You scoop the cat up, “Look at his face; how could you not love him?” you say, looking over the feline's head at Alastor.
“Love it as a pet. Not food.” You add, noting the gleam in his eye. He chuckles at your warning, knowing he would never eat something so near and dear to your heart.
“Fine, fine. I shall restrain myself; I know you care for it.” He replies, keeping his eyes locked on the animal. You let the cat down, watching as it scampers under the bed when Alastor moves towards you. You release his hand and approach your desk, setting the bag down on the dresser and rifling through it for the snacks you bought. You choose one and move across the room to plop down cross-legged on your bed, reaching for your nightstand to turn on your small box radio. Alastor sits next to you, letting the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you enjoy your snack and one another's presence. He scoots closer, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, and the pressure of his body against yours is soothing. It's nice being with him, having someone you can be vulnerable with, and having a relationship with no romantic strings attached. Just two people expressing love for one another, romantic or not. The breeze wafts through the open window, blowing the curtains slightly and giving the room cool, fresh air. The nighttime sounds of the city below mingle with the soft tune of the radio and Alastor's steady breathing, and you find yourself finally at peace despite all the horrors of living in hell.
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felixschaoticstuff · 2 months
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So I've been playing stardew valley recently, and OF COURSE i have orribile taste in men, so here's art of my fave sad babygirl
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ladykakata · 8 months
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Me: I fucking hate re-imagined Greek mythology with a passion, and if I see one more fucking retelling of Persephone and Hades in particular, I will puke
Also me: *very tightly clutching Zagreus Hadesgame* I love my son and will kill everyone and everything that is mean to him
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grinkubus · 1 month
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quick 4 dante doodle... yummy
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kenm4vhs · 7 months
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y’all already know what i’m gonna say but give me exactly 24 hours with this man just the two of us alone and i can definitely change the trajectory of his life forever bc i need his d1ck like it’s a damn caprisun
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jarofalicesgrunge · 6 months
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Layne Staley
𝘗𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺📸©️𝘑𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳
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doodlejoops · 8 months
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HE'S HERE HE'S ARRIVED HE'S SO FUCKING PERFECT HE'S SO COOL LOOK AT HIM HE'S BEAUTIFUL
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lumibuns-blog · 5 months
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There is a DISTURBING lack of Toji Fushiguro fluff on this app and I'm going TO FIX THAT
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AND THE LAST EPISODE?!?
I am in tears, to anyone who says Toji doesn't care about his kids, even just a little, you shush
BECAUSE
BECAUSE
THIS MAN
he literally ended his life once he knew his son was living a life free from the zen'in clan so he didn't hurt Megumi anymore
IF I WAS IN THAT UNIVERSE
I'm not really one for oc's personally but YOU ALREADY KNOW I WOULD HAVE SAVED THAT MAN AND WE WOULD BE LIVING HAPPILY TOGETHER WALKING INTO THE SUNSET
I love him and WILL be posting some fluff (and maybe smut) for my baby girl🫶
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respectthepetty · 1 month
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God, I'm so in love with him.
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He's perfect.
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He's beautiful.
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He looks like Linda Evangelista.
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He's a (role) model.
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Murder them all, babe.
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It's what ALL of these bitches deserve.
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But who will be the one to pick up that axe from outside?
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*sign of the cross*
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Amen.
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sexyvixen7 · 10 days
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(Source: barr_alicia on Twitter)
Speechless..............
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deathblossomm · 1 year
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Those big eyes and that big smile make me feel alive
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kaycode1999 · 5 months
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The perfect man doesn't exi-
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