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[curlsandknots]

Short Story 1.

Snippets 1.

Snippets 2.

Snippets 3.

Snippets 4.

Snippets 5.

Imagine 1 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 2 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 3 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 4 (Animal Hybrid.)

Imagine 5 (Yandere.)

Imagine 6 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 7 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 8 (Animal Hybrid.)

Imagine 9 (Brat!)

Imagine 10 (Tentacles.)

Imagine 11 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 12 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 13 (X Reader.)

Imagine 14 (Yandere.)

Imagine 15 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Imagine 16 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 1 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 2 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 3 (Hype.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 4 (Hype.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 5 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 6 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 7 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 8 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 9 (The Slender Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 10 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 11 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 12 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 13 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 14 (Hazbin Ghostel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 15 (Hazbin Ghostel 2.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 16 (Silence of the Deer.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 17 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 18 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 19 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 20 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 21 (Original Characters.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 22 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 23 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 22 (X Readers.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 23 (PH Can Be Funny.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 24 (Creepypasta.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 25 (Just My Type.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 26 (Gakupo.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 27 (Personal First.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 28 (Twilight Zone.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 29 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 30 (Not Quite an Imagine.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 31 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 32 (Outsider Trading.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 33 (Reanimator!!)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 34 (Hazbin Hotel.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 35 (Furry Community.)

Input, Responses, Random Thoughts 36 (Hazbin Hotel.)

[curlsandknots]

Pretty sure someone just tried to scam me, pretending to be a Tumblr administrator. 😑

I was asked to "Confirm my age" by giving up my credit card information, and when I asked about it, I was basically just told that I "Needed to, to confirm my age." And if they really wanted to confirm my age, why wouldn't you just ask for my ID?? And they're like, "We just need to make sure your card is viable and eligible for payment." And I ask them, "I'm getting paid?" They were Fast to say "No! Please just enter your credit card information, we swear we'll keep it a secret." So I just give them some vague information, "I'm in my mid twenties. Are we done here? I don't want to give my bank information to a website that just claimed to spot suspicious activity on my account."

Like, I'm supposedly getting hacked, right this second, and your solution is for Me to give YOU (oh company who allegedly got hacked) my credit card information??

Another huge red flag?

Not only did they spell "Tumblr Tea(m)" wrong, but they also claimed that they would be minimizing my account, and making it harder to find as a safety precaution, and while I was talking, I received like, two or three likes for a recent post I just made. Also! Their account was completely vacant, aside from that one post. And all of the comments were just them tagging people and sending that same "warning."

Pretty sure I just ducked a scammer.

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I see a lot of Alastor x Readers. (Probably because I seek them out.)

A lot of them like to bring up his 7 year absence for the sake of angst. Like, "You've been here since the beginning! You were his faithful wife! He disappeared mysteriously one day!" But you're always so sad or happy to see him. I wanna be angry. I wanna be brooding at home, convinced that he ran off with that "slut" Rosie because they always seemed so close. Falling for their best friend facade so easily, and wondering why he was so cagey about her. Screaming shit like, "You're fucking her, aren't you!? You-you-(take your pick.)" at him during the months leading up to his disappearance just so he can reassure you that he would never do such a thing to you, only to fuck off without warning one day, and then pop up on TV years later, shacking up with another woman?! "Who does that skank think he is!?" You scream at the top of your lungs.

Your television set shattered without a second thought.

The very same day, the hotel gets a brand new hole in their wall (nothing new for them) as Alastor's wife, ("Wait! Alastor has a wife??" Asks literally everyone.) Storms in, demanding to know where he is.

In seconds you're chasing him down, kicking, screaming, punching, and scratching at him, not caring about how much you're disrupting everyone's day as you attempt to punish your husband for abandoning you like that, demanding from him this time, to know where he was. And though he's taking quite a few slugs from you. To be perfectly honest, if he wanted to he could probably kill you... if he wanted to. But you Are his wife for a reason, so that's not happening anytime soon. Instead, he just shadowmancies up a few tendrils to hold you at bay while he allows you to kick and scream the last few bits of your energy out... away from him. And any attempts at intervening only stand to make things messier. Especially from Charlie, as you've now deemed her "Another one of his whores!" Much to everyone's shock and/or amusement.

After that, and probably a smartassed quip from Angel, Husk, or Lucifer, he's probably had just about enough public humiliation and sinks the two of you into a shadowy portal out of the public eye, and into his radio tower where no one can see you throwing an absolute fit, (and hopefully not hear you either, though you Are being pretty loud.) and he can attempt to reason with you without giving too much away.

...Once you've calmed down, of course.

[curlsandknots]

I've had this idea for awhile, and I thought I would pitch it to @swagyalastorwife when their requests opened up.

But then I realized I had Far too many thoughts about this for me to write out a normal request of any kind. Look at me focusing on literally anyone other than Alastor!

So... I guess you can have this "imagine."

We can call it, "Vox's Better Half."

Reader is obsessed with Vincent Whittman. When he starts killing, they don't even bat an eye, but what does concern them are his reckless coverups. "A dumpster? Really?"

So. Without him ever knowing, they start working behind him, disposing of all of his evidence until it weighs on their nerves. When they finally snap, they corner him while he's alone, letting him know that they know what he's been up to. At first, he thinks they're threatening him, trying to extort him, but they assure him that's far from the truth. All they want? A little recognition. A "Thank you" will do.

At this point, he realizes just how mental, and invaluable you really are, so he gives you more than a "Thank you," he gives you his time, he gives you his affections, his attention, his company. (His companionship! Not the production company. Obviously!)

You become the closest person in his life.

All is well, until he slips up again, he's almost caught, the police are closing in, they're asking questions, until Reader enters the room, admitting to "their crimes."

They cover for him, taking the fall completely, and live out their life in jail, while he cuts his short in a pool of cables and water. The reader is devastated, but they know they'll see him again someday.

And they do... wrapped around some slutty, little, moth. Shortly after they're caught up on all the gossip about one of the biggest rivalries in Hell, all started because some vixen stag chewed "Vox" up and spit him out. Really? Replaced? Just like that? Fine... if he doesn't need them, They don't need Him.

And off they fuck to get their own footing in the afterlife.

A few decades pass, and their new reign of terror is a total success. They were everything Vincent wasn't. Neat, precise, cunning, and most of all... Focused.

While they're settled into their comfortable new life, "Vox" has bigger plans than ruling over Hell, he's waging a war on Heaven. And who does he need to help him out? Every overlord in every corner of the underworld. And that includes... Them. "Who are they?" "Just some upstart who managed to crawl their way out of the muck a handful of years ago, no big deal. Should be easy enough to convince." He figures. Until the reader turns in their chair to face him dead on with a creepily familiar scowl and a notable look of betrayal in their eyes.

"So... after all these years, you finally decide to reach out to me, and the first thing you do is tell me that you need something from me?" Wait... he knows that voice...

For a moment, he's speechless, aside from one, very audible, "Oh, fuck."

What proceeds are the single most awkward and tense negotiations of his long life.

[curlsandknots]

I just read a yandere fic and as is par for the course, the stalker in question has been taking pictures of you in secret.

That's when it hit me... Have you ever posed or checked yourself out in a one-way window? Like you walk by a bank, or shop, or whatever, and they just have the absolute most reflective windows ever. Like a literal mirror. So you take this moment to check your hair, check your makeup, check your fit, and just feel cute for a second. Maybe even take a selfie to commemorate putting together a decent outfit for once. What an absolute Godsend must it be for your "yandere" stalker to just be sitting in a shop/café/bank one day, only to look over and see their "darling" standing outside, and posing, completely unaware that they were ever watching you in the first place, while you're just feeling yourself. It must feel as if you're putting on a show for them and them alone.

Well... they'd have to be an absolute fool to allow this moment to pass them by, so while you're still fluffing your hair, they take out their phone and take as many photos and recordings as they possibly can before you move on.

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You know the genre of "X Oblivious! Reader"?

It can be embarrassing to think of oneself as being that fucking dense, even if it is funny. But I look at the guys you're often paired up with, and then I think... "Yeah. That makes sense." Princes of the academy, literal deities, rich CEOs, celebrities, literal royalty, and then there's your typical fuck boy. And if it were me, with my "Yeah, I'm alright, nothing special. Probably better than you tho'. Even if you don't realize it" self esteem, I'd probably be making up excuses too.

"Uhh... No! Why would that guy be flirting with me?? I mean, c'mon! Just look at us. He don't want any of this." "Don't be ridiculous, he flirts with everybody." "Nah, he's my boss, that'd be weird, you're reading too much into this." "Like he would do something like that to me. We've been friends since childhood." "He's probably just not in the mood for a challenge. He's just flirting with the chunky everywoman so he can get laid. What? He's still here? I guess he just wants to prove himself now. "How dare I have standards," right?"

I kinda wanna see an X Reader like that.

"Oh no, we see you flirting. We just don't buy it."

[curlsandknots]

I've been skimming through the X Readers again.

Alastor is on my mind. I see a lot of Alastor x Wife! Readers, and for the second time today, I saw a fanfic where Alastor and Vox were both married with their own wives. In the first one, you swapped POVs between Alastor's wife and Vox's wife. It was weird, but it was interesting, and so much fun♡

I think another fun route to take would be if you were married to Alastor until he died in the 30s, so you moved on and married Vox until he died in the 50s, (heheh, you'd probably be pretty old.) And awhile after that, you live out the rest of your life on your own and inevitably bite it before entering Hell due to your taste in... a certain type of man.

It's all over, but... on your first day, you run into a familiar face... Your first husband!

However, while that's happening, your second husband with his eyes in the sky spots your familiar face, and flirting with Alastor of all people! *gasps!*

[curlsandknots]

Found this on Threads, I had to do something.

[curlsandknots]

Lili♡

Author's note: The following story contains morbid subject matter such as, Demons, Violence, one act specifically coming in the form of, Non-Con, Self Depreciation, Detailed Audio Descriptions, and Revenge.

Please enjoy at your own discretion.

"It's fun being as pretty as I am. When you look like I do, guys are so easy. They feed you, clothe you, take you out, buy you cute little things, and all you have to do is sit back and look pretty. Something I've been doing for years without permission or request. " Lili thinks, taking a stroll down the street before suddenly being yanked off of her course and into an alley. One hand on her mouth, the other between her legs. She's dragged off like a rag doll and doesn't make a sound.

For minutes on end, had you walked past that alley, all you could hear was ripping fabric, panting and whispered orders before the grunting started. Angry and frantic, proceeded by the occasional slap. Firm and loud. More time passes and you hear softer, wetter, more frequent smacking sounds before the panting grew heavy and frantic, like somebody gasping for breath. A body hit the wall, and then the floor. Another slap, harder this time. Then a punch and another slam on the floor.

Blood trailed out from the alley and ran down the street into the sewer grates. The wet noises intensified, and the breathing came to a stop.

Lili walked out, perfectly fine, dressed in a large, plaid, button up shirt, and a leather belt, completely different from the tight, little tube top, and the pleated micro-miniskirt she had been wearing before.

"It's fun to look as cute as I do. I just had a nice meal with another cute guy. He gave me this outfit." She continues to mull over, smiling to herself.

In that same alley she had just escaped, there laid the withering corpse of a shirtless, beltless, man with his face twisted in wretched agony and fear, and a large gash in the back of his head that reached all the way down to his brain.

Despite his youth and the freshness of his cadaver, he blew away in tiny dust particles with the wind, disappearing without a trace in mere seconds.

Author's note: I hope you were able to enjoy this short story, I'm sure it isn't going to be my best work in the future, and it may come across as tasteless, but I really do hope that you found some amusement by the end.

Thank you for reading♡

[curlsandknots]

... I just shared a short story I finished writing today.

But then a glitch hit, and the story was erased. I still have the story, since I originally wrote it on the standard Notes app on my phone, but the editing I did, and the author's notes I wrote are gone. So now I'll have to start again.

It shouldn't be too tedious, but I'm very frustrated and just don't feel like it.

[curlsandknots]

I just realized that I never posted the story I mentioned here.

There was a glitch on Tumblr and I wasn't able to at the time, so I ragequit and forgot all about it.

I think I should give it another try today.

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Imagine being Alastor's obsessive stalker #1 fan back when he was alive.

You listened to his radio show all the time. You loved the voice, the stories, the showmanship. And on the day you finally got to see him for yourself, you loved the look, the hair, the smile, and most of all... the charm. You were infatuated, but from the moment you met him, you got the worst, most delightful feeling about him. For no logical reason, you knew right away that he was trouble. Outright dangerous, actually. And you loved that about him. Eventually, your brief interaction had to end, but... did it? You wondered. You had never done anything like this in your life, but before you knew it, you were following him everywhere. In your desperate pursuit, you realize exactly what that gut feeling was the first time you see him "dressing" a human cadaver.

The sight was... Horrific, to say the least. But you weren't deterred.

You lingered in his shadow, watching and following him everywhere, loving him all the more for the morbid excitement he provided, just being himself.

To you, everything was great... for awhile. But unfortunately, this fixation of yours had cut your life short. One, little, branch. That's all it took for him to turn on you, putting you in the ground without a second thought. After all, he couldn't have any witnesses wandering around, now could he? You never even got to explain yourself. He clearly wasn't interested... But you were. As soon as it all ended, you woke up in Hell. Where did you think you were gonna go after all? You watched this man kill victim, after victim, after victim. You knew who he was, you knew what he did. You could've alerted the authorities at anytime. But you didn't, did you? Because you were too busy enjoying the show. And the second you got there? What did you do? You continued to watch him... You took note of where you woke up in Hell, assuming that this must be where all of the sinners started out. Every day. Day in and day out, you returned to that spot, and just sat there for hours, hoping and praying that you would see him sooner or later. But it never happened... it wasn't until one random morning when you awoke to a ruckus outside.

Screams, chaos, and pandemonium... you just knew he finally made it to the other side.

The second you heard that first broadcast, you ran right past the fleeing denizens of Hell, making a mad sprint towards the disaster area to pick up where you left off.

[curlsandknots]

Am I the only one who was reminded of...

When...

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I have never considered myself a furry.

I just don't have that much of a passion for anthropomorphic animals. Obviously if you give a character a six pack, outrageous curves, or a twinky femme build and a skimpy outfit, I'll say, "Yeah, that's hot." The muzzle or bunny ears will do little to put me off. Example;

Gorgeous people, right? But I just don't find myself on the hunt for a piece of anthro art unless I have a specific idea in mind. I just find it, appreciate it, and move on with my life. Maybe that's what being a furry is. I dunno. But in any case, despite my complete lack of passion, sometimes I find myself a little disappointed in the furry community. Like when I came up with that masc werewolf x femme hyena concept. How is it I have yet to see the furry community clamoring about "Mommy Hyena??" According to biology, hyena women are merciless doms with big, fat, throbbing (wo)manhoods who will regularly shame you for getting hard and having a smaller dick than them. Maybe that's not for everyone, but I've seen some overlap between furries, subs, and "futanari" Intersex or "dick girl" fetishists to be shocked. Then there's the corgi, an animal famous for their big ol' booties. Wombats, they also have big booties, and apparently they even throw it back when they feel threatened! Nobody caught on??

Then I found out that spiders can shed, and I thought to myself, "How come we never see a shedding striptease in furry art?"

I'm just saying, guys... there's a whole world of animal fun facts, and I feel you are wildly underutilizing them.

[curlsandknots]

You know... just once I'd like to read an Alastor x Reader where the reader is enthralled by Alastor's sadistic tendencies rather than, A: Annoyed. B: Terrified. Or C: Embarrassed.

Cuz if I was able to proclaim that the Radio Demon was "my man." I'd be biting my lip and holding myself back as I watched him rip a Sinner apart.

His sadism is one of his main draws for me!

That and his smile... rows of teeth♡♡♡

[curlsandknots]

Found a post today saying that in ancient Japanese artworks, tentacles were meant to symbolize a woman's repressed sexuality.

It made me think of a scenario where you had spent so long bottling up your desires that they began to manifest into tentacles made to satisfy you.

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You ever see one of those X Readers where you're "punished" for being a brat?

What if when you started dating your partner, you were the perfect, most well behaved, sweetest, little angel. But then one day, when you're in a particularly bad mood, you're stomping around the house, irritated by every little thing your partner does wrong, and handling it in the worst possible ways. Smacking things out of their hands, snapping at them, rolling your eyes, whatever. At a certain point, they decide that they've had enough, and yank you off your feet, carrying you to the nearest surface, and pinning you down as they stripped you bare.

After one night of "discipline", you had steadily gone from an angel to an absolute menace, craving so much more punishment from them.

[curlsandknots]

Snippets 5.

(Things I've written for my O.Cs.)

Lucius and Janice: "Hello."

I imagine that Lucius and Janice would meet at school. She, Lucius, and Adam would all attend the same school. A heavily religious one.

Lucius would be put there to keep him out of trouble, Janice is there for optics, and Adam would attend because he holds his religion very near and dear to his heart.

Lucius would notice Janice playing the part of the good girl, interested in her right away, but neither would approach the other until Lucius catches her misbehaving.

At which point, he is delighted by her and comes over to introduce himself.

Janice would give him a little smile, but she wouldn't say much of anything until she notices a teacher rounding the corner. At which point she immediately plants evidence on Lucius, asking him to hold onto it as she excuses herself.

She's gone, leaving Lucius to take the blame.

When they next see each other, Lucius is coming out of detention, while Janice is waiting on him in the hall.

"Thank you."

She says, smiling sweetly at Lucius.

He isn't having it.

"Thank you?" "Thank you?!" Are you fucking crazy?! You think I did that for you?!

No! You did that To Me! You delusional, manipulative, narcissistic, b-"

Lucius begins ranting, only to be stopped in his tracks.

Janice had just kissed him.

"Thank you."

She says again, sweet smile still on her face.

By now, Lucius is very pleased with her, smiling back at Janice.

"Damn... anytime."

He purrs, eager to see her again.