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tsunaki · 1 month

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I need to keep this in mind for next time. Sometimes I don't know what to say so I end up saying too little in comparison to the amount of blorbo feelings I'm having.

Still obsessed with Arthur Conan Doyle’s letter to Bram Stoker gushing about how wonderful a book Dracula is, but particularly how it makes such a good template for leaving fic comments, so I’m gonna to a BREAKDOWN:

Just say you loved reading it - “I am sure that you will not think it an impertinence if I write to tell you how very much I have enjoyed reading Dracula.”

Comment on a detail of the craft or structure that impressed you - “It is really wonderful how with so much exciting interest over so long a book there is never an anticlimax.“

Comment on how it emotionally affected you - “It holds you from the very start and grows more and more engrossing until it is quite painfully vivid.”

SHARE YOUR BLORBO FEELINGS - “The old Professor is most excellent and so are the two girls.”

Show appreciation for them as an author - “I congratulate you with all my heart for having written so fine a book.”

Next time you don’t know what to say on a fic you enjoyed, just use the ACD method~

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tsunaki · 1 month

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Alastor Drawing Guides

My Alastor drawing guides :3 Gonna do another expression page for him too. For someone who's always smiling, he has fantastic range <3

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tsunaki · 1 month

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That's basically a free one-way trip to the Pride ring

A gift for Eve.

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tsunaki · 2 months

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Some of my absolute favorite fanfics on this site. High quality smut guys, this is the PREMIUM stuff.

Masterlist

⊹₊‧──Go forth and be horny──‧₊⊹

✦.⁺. ✦ . ⁺. ✦entrees✦ .⁺. ✦.⁺ . ✦

⟢Alastor x Reader - The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (A Valentino Production)

Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.

Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 ✨NEW✨

⟢Alastor x Reader - A boiling frog smut💦

Your companionship was peppered onto Alastor so gently and slowly he didn’t realize he was too far gone until he was hopelessly dependent on your attention. He decides the only remedy is to drown you in his.

⟢Alastor x Reader - Good Vibrations sexy🔥

After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.

⟢Alastor x Reader - Luck smut💦

Vox’s ever present eyes noticed a reoccurring face around Alastor, and decided you were an easy way to get under his skin. Alastor manages to find you during the kidnapping but how he finds you sends his gentlemanly resolve unraveling. He had wanted to be gentle, he really had. C’est la vie, hm?

⟢Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - The Safeword is RadioApple smut💦

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

⟢Alastor x Virgin FemReader - The Big Part smut💦

You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.

⟢Angel x Virgin Reader - Someone Nice, Somewhere Safe

Male reader smut💦 Female reader smut💦 Same story, just different bits and bobs

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

✦.⁺. ✦ . ⁺. ✦snacks✦ .⁺. ✦.⁺ . ✦

⟢Luci x Reader x Alastor imagine (and Vox) sexual 🔥

⟢Alastor SFW and NSFW Headcanon fluffy☁️ and sexual🔥

⟢Ace Alastor x Ace Reader - Fuck Joke around and Find out soft smut 💦

⟢Ace Alastor bottoms for a GN!Seraphim Reader - Wrapped around Your Finger smut💦

#masterlist #for safekeeping #hazbin hotel smut

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tsunaki · 2 months

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Gonna start rebloging some masterlists for safekeeping

✨ Masterlist ✨

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader Series: - Get Off My Screen! [Reader's POV] - I'm On Your Screens. [Vox's POV] - Blips In My Routine [Interlude 1] - Enough With The Schemes! [Interlude 2] - You're Just Being Mean! [Interlude 3] - TikTok Trending, Posts and Memes [Interlude 4] - Oops, Guess I Spilled the Tea [Interlude 5; Vox POV] - You Could Do Better(With Me) [Interlude 6; Vox POV] - Old Times Gone By [Interlude 7] - Oh Shut Up Vee! [Interlude 8] - What a Jelly TV [Interlude 9] - Get That Shit Off My Screen! [Interlude 10] - Sing-Song Shenanigans [Interlude 11] - Troubles Unforeseen [Reader's Death] - Reunited Again Aren't We? [Vox's POV on Reader's Death]

- Nostalgic Memories [Drabble 1] - Roller Rinking, Dancing And Dreaming [Interlude 12] - Clubbing Catastrophe [Interlude 13] - A Heart's Conundrum [Aftermath of Interlude 13, Vox POV] - Party Games Aplenty [Interlude 14] - Karaoke Cacophony [Interlude 15] - I Hate Mondays [Interlude 16] - Muddled Morality [Interlude 17] - Hate And Love, A Fine Line [Drabble 2]

- Small Subtleties [Interlude 18]

- Video Gaming, Competitive Raging [Interlude 19]

- Once Bitten, Twice Shy [Drabble 3] - Deers and Dogs Don't Mix [Interlude #] - Violence, Virtues and Vark? [Interlude #] - Movie Nights and Pillow Fights [Interlude #] - [Genuinely depending on whether people have ideas or stuff they wanna see I might add more HAHAHAHAH] - Nothing Left In Between [Finale] Tiny!Vox x Reader Series: - Paws and Pixels: VoxPet™️ - Pocket-sized Partner: VoxPet™️ Care Guide [Headcanons]

- Magic and Mayhem: Hazbin Crew x Elf!Reader - Possible chapter coming soon Actor AU: Hazbin Crew x Reader [Can now be found @hhactorauofficial]

- Shifting Management [ANNOUNCEMENT]

Other Vox Fics: - Glass Breaks (Vox x gn!afab!Reader; NSFW) - Flustered Fanatics (Soft!Vox x Easily Flustered!Reader; SFW) - Comfort Cuddles (Vox x fem!Reader; SFW) - Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fellatio Fantasy (Headcanon list; NSFW)

- Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fiancé Edition (Headcanon list; SFW & NSFW)

#masterlist #for safekeeping #hazbin hotel

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tsunaki · 2 months

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Fallen looks good on him idk

Not that he ever got over rubber ducks btw

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tsunaki · 2 months

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viviziepop doodles

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tsunaki · 2 months

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source

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tsunaki · 2 months

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Kinda partial of Huskerdust simply being Dusk, but StripPoker is too funny

Hear me out. Let’s change Radioapple and Huskerdust to MorningRadio and StripPoker

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tsunaki · 2 months

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Sleepyhead

Tiny fluff for @spirit-of-the-hollow, you didn't request any character in specific, so I took the liberty of doing some CharliexVaggie. Hope you like it.

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Charlie woke up shaking, were the nerves from the fight still running in her veins? Or was she simply cold because Vaggie had stolen the comforter in her sleep, again? She tries to recover her half of the warm bedding without disturbing the sleeping warrior. But alas, her grip is as fierce as her personality. How she does that in her sleep amazes her every time.

In the midst of her unproductive attempts, somehow, she managed to free her girlfriends' hair from the blanket cocoon. Giving up on going back to sleep, she decided to take a tiny little, harmless revenge on her unsuspecting sleeping beauty.

"Vaggie? If you don't wake up, I'm going to mess with your hair"

Sleepy groans and mumbles are her only reply. With the angel still blissfully sleeping, Charlie got her hands busy. Carefully combing the long threads, slim fingers separating locks for her to gently braid. Oh! What if she included some ribbons? Maybe she could even try to do a bun or two? Vaggie would look gorgeous anyway. She couldn't wait for Vaggie to wake up and see her handy work.

#charlie morningstar #charlie x vaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vaggie #chaggie #my texts #hazbin hotel

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tsunaki · 2 months

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PSA from your favorite tv overlord

‼️ATTENTION TUMBLR USERS‼️

📺 🚨 Emergency Broadcast 🚨 📺

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Gosh this one is so GOOD. Gimme hidden evil Lucifer please

Lucifer... playing along with Alastor's little taunts and tears, rising to the bait whilst baiting his own trap. Making Alastor think he has the upper hand when, in fact, he's been slowly and steadily falling into Lucifer's own carefully laid trap. Everyone think they can outsmart the Devil, and while Lucifer is usually one to let sinners fall into their own mess, he is known for his trickster nature for a reason. He's been on this game for literal millenia.

Lucifer... whose only mistake was to show his true strength slightly too early. To be fair, he hadn't had much of a choice, Charlie was in danger. Adam had targeted her. And he always had a bit of a temper... luckily, Alastor wasn't around to see it in person. But he'll msot certainly hear about it. With luck he can salvage this game.

Lucifer... who probably was the first to notice Alastor was gravely wounded by Adam. An opportunity to either appease Alastor by healing him or force him into a deal of some sort. A way to get him close to him. But also a failure of sorts... his target was almost killed. He almost lost the game before it had even had a chance to begin properly. He should have done more to Adam before that little bug girl stabbed him.

👀

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tsunaki · 2 months

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All of them

(ok maybe the ones with Rosie. But only by a little. Besties)

puts him in scenarios puts him in scenarios puts him in scenarios (which is your favorite?)

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tsunaki · 2 months

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Too late for second chances - part 1

Alastor x wife!Reader Because I like to imagine Alastor on emotional rollercoasters. I'm planning for this to be a 4 part story. I don't know how to make warnings, so open to suggestions. Word count: 1.4k

Another day of backbreaking work but, luckily for you, the boss allowed you to leave a bit earlier today. Perhaps you could even catch up with your husband for a bit before he left! My, it felt like ages since you last rested eyes on him. Your step lightens as you approach your house. Discreetly among the ever-growing cypresses that populate the area—a tranquil retreat tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, leaving only the rustling of the leaves and distant animal calls. Your little piece of paradise on earth.

“Al, darling, guess who's home already?” you call out cheerfully, the excitement flowing from your voice as you step into the welcoming embrace of home. To your surprise, your lovely husband is not at the entrance parlor—had you barely missed him? The hope for bubbly happiness you held on your way deflates.

But, just as the heavy feeling begins to settle, a familiar voice calls out from the kitchen and brightens the room. “In here dear” Alastor’s voice calls out from the kitchen, accompanied by a delicious aroma dancing in the air. With a revived sense of expectation, you follow the enticing scent further into the house, the disappointment from earlier fading from your mind.

Entering the kitchen, you find Alastor at the stove, focused on the simmering pot of red mouth-watering goodness before him. His back is turned to you as he works, and you practically leap onto his back, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “Honey! I missed you!” You lean into him, your body melting against his slim frame. “Careful dear,” he says, his voice warm and affectionate, as he recovers his balance from your affectionate attack.

“I didn’t expect you so soon honey,” he remarks while wrapping up his workstation. With that done, he turns to face you properly. The grin in your face reaches your eyes, as you look up to your husband’s loving face and squeeze him once more. He can’t help but look down on you fondly, longing to return the embrace, but needing to clean himself up first. With a stretch over you, his sight set on the closest towel, he adds, “Just a moment—Got it” as he reaches it, without ever leaving your arms. With a pleased smile on his face and dry hands, Alastor’s arms finally find their way around your frame. “Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be ready soon,” He greets you, planting a warm kiss on your forehead while savoring your gleeful mood. “Why don’t you freshen up while I wrap up dinner?”

Despondent at the thought of parting from his arms so soon, you reply. “If you say so, dear, but I’ll be back in just a moment.” And true to your word, you're back at Alastor's side, in no time. A chuckle escapes Alastor's lips as he observes your hurried return, your energy positively infectious. Despite your affection for your husband, you still considered it your duty to help around the house.

With a happy tune flowing from your lips, you set the table with practiced ease. And just as you finish, Alastor places a steaming pot of jambalaya right in the center, the aroma filling the room with warmth and comfort.

Despite your mismatched work hours—your daytime job and Alastor’s nighttime shifts for the radio, the most popular schedule—you both cherished these simple, precious moments together. Almost every day you thanked the Lord that Alastor was willing, and enjoyed, cooking. While it meant eating earlier than usual, by taking up this task for you, the two of you were free to spend some quality time together afterward.

You both savored every bite of the delicious creole dish, a beloved family recipe according to Alastor. As you indulge in the flavorful meal, you engage in lighthearted conversation, discussing everything from work, to your church group, to the tunes you hoped Alastor would play later at night. His patient attentiveness warmed your heart as he listened closely to your everyday adventures. Gentle fingers would draw delicate patterns in the back of your hand with the softest caresses. In those moments, the love you shared felt boundless, expressed in every word you spoke and every touch you shared.

Time always flies when the two of you are together. All too soon, the damned cuckoo bird announced the time for Alastor to head to work. You accompany him to the door, hand in hand, as he prepares to leave. Alastor hesitates as he is about to leave. His grip tightens as he says, “I hate making you spend the nights alone.” reluctantly dropping his hand from yours. “Oh, honey, I will be just fine.” You cup his cheeks, his unsure expression pulling at your heartstrings. “Don’t tell me you’re parting with such a sad face, won’t you smile for me, dear?” Bravely giving him your biggest grin, you mischievously stare him in the eyes until he snorts, a smile unwillingly grows on his face. Satisfied with the result, you begrudgingly let him go. Leaning on the door frame, you watch his lonely figure disappearing along with the sunset. His frame mingled with the dark trees, the frail twilight extending the shadows looming in the bayou. You only close the door when he is no longer in your sight.

A sigh leaves your lips, dampened by the dauntingly quiet house. A shiver runs through you, the passing time stealing the memory of his warmth close to yours. Not wanting to mull on your misfortunes for long, you take a moment to rake your brain for a proper distraction. You know it will still take some time until Alastor’s show, but you impatiently turn on the radio anyway. The music in the background provided a comforting backdrop as evening crept, chasing away the sense of loneliness in the house. You hummed along to the reassuring tunes.

As you move through the room, the familiar creaks and groans of the old floorboards echo softly beneath your feet, but not all seem to match your steps. You notice a dull thud and a muted creek reverbing in the distance, disturbing the tiny peace you had secured. Your brows furrowed in confusion; perhaps it is just the house settling, you tell yourself, but the sudden chill running down your spine leaves you second-guessing.

Pausing mid-hum, you reach over and lower the volume, a soft melody still playing in the background as you strain to hear the concerning noises more clearly. A muffled rustle, like fabric brushing against fabric, coming from somewhere nearby. Your pulse quickens, and you glance around the dimly lit room. You swallow hard, a knot of unease forming in the pit of your stomach.

You open the door towards the looming, dark hall and step inside. “Hello-o?” Your meek voice echoes in the empty corridor. Unsure if hearing a reply to your shaky greeting would’ve comforted you as much as you would’ve liked. Straining your ears, you try listening intently for any sign of the source of the sound—as the strange noises persist—growing louder and more insistent with each step you take. A low whisper drifts through the air, barely audible yet unmistakably present, sending another shiver down your spine. You slowly open the door to your bedroom—relief immediately washes over you—as you notice some silly curtains fluttering to the wind from the opened window. Did Al forget to close it? So unlike him.

As you march over to shut the source of those unsettling sounds, a glint in the reflection catches your eye. You freeze in place—despite every nerve telling you to run. Your heart drops as you hear the door closing behind you. Finally, the realization sinks in—someone was in the house with you. Before you can even turn to face the invader, a searing pain erupts at the back of your head.

Your arms brace for impact as you forcefully land on the floor. Fear pools in your throat as you try to pull your thoughts straight. A warm, wet sensation starts pooling where the pain originated. Tears fill your eyes, confusion still scrambling your brain, and before you can compel yourself to yell for help, a second hit lands.

Just as your vision blurs and darkness edges in, a familiar voice breaks through the haze—a voice you know all too well. Alastor's chirpy, charismatic tones fill the room, his radio broadcast beginning as you sway on the brink of unconsciousness. With a final, desperate effort, you reach out toward the sound, longing for its comfort and safety, before succumbing to the darkness.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor x you

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tsunaki · 2 months

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This place reeks of death.

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tsunaki · 7 years

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tsunaki · 7 years

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Somebody once told me I was annoying, and it literally broke my heart. Because it felt like I was giving too much of myself to people who didn’t want it. It felt like I was forcing myself to be in a place where I wasn’t wanted. That was the starting point, and it never stopped. My heart just keeps on breaking. Because I still feel unwanted. I still feel like I’m not enough. I still feel like I’m annoying the hell out of everyone. And it still hurts the same way it did the first time - like I’d somehow rather die.

waferqueen (via wnq-writers)

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