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@remuswatcheseddsworld
I cant stop thinking about how alastor has the right to give nearly everyone a vibe check for not smiling and can simply rule the world
AFTER I MADE THIS FUCKING POST I DROPPED MY PHONE SO HARD I BROKE IT AND IM NOW WRITING THIS ON MY OLD PHONE. IM SCARED. THIS POST IS A CURSE
WHAT
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OOOO might do this đđâš
This seems interesting!!
From a set of Mario quiz cards.
very important image!!!!!! heckinâ adorable lilâ angel hhhh
like to bless him, reblog to give him a tissue
Hi! Can I ask what we do with our secret Santa gift when it's complete?
Youâre gonna wanna email it back to me, and myself and the mods will post it on @secretsantasides in December. If itâs fic, you can also submit it to the AO3 collection!
I emailed you :3
I swear to God if this says something like âfuck people who canât see thisâ I will literally kill all of you
Hey op, Because I think this is offensive, I must state that yeah, it says âfuck the color blindâ.
Note that color blind people are the best and they are special! And whoever made this is finna get slapped
ALASTOR IS BABY CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND
Y'all when I saw this on the Hazbin Hotel amino I drooled
(Source is the post on the amino)
*fuckiN PANTS*
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Ya know it-its kinda like that o-one Tord gif-
Combined two requests so I could feel better about once again writing TOO DAMN MUCH.
As usual I edited the quote a bit to better suit Alastor. This one feels a bit out of character for me still though, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.
64. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole."
14. "Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."
Romantic relationships and you just didn't mix. You'd get into one, have a good time for a few weeks, and then the person you were with would turn into a total douche. It was a constant cycle, a never-ending nightmare you wished you could escape. Sure you could stop dating all together, but you craved attention, needed it like a drug. So you made yourself suffer, entering every relationship knowing exactly how it would end.
Recently you had been dating some demon you had met at a club. He had been charming enough at first, but soon he had started to shift, and now you were left crying in your room, staring at a breakup text because he didn't even respect you enough to say it to your face.
You were crestfallen; you had only been dating a few months, but you had thought he would be different. Foolish, you were so foolish. You knew how things always played out for you, why would this have been any different?
Sniffling, you buried your face in your pillow, throwing your phone somewhere off to the side. Charlie had repeatedly tried to cheer you up, coming to your door with treats to try and persuade you to come out and talk. But, much to her dismay, it hadn't worked, and you assumed she had given up because you hadn't heard from her in a few hours.
That was until you heard a knock at your door. Assuming it was Charlie, you slowly got to your feet, shuffling your way to your door. You wiped vigorously at your eyes, trying to rid them of the tears that seemed determined to fall. Opening the door, it was then you realized that it wasn't Charlie at all. Instead, you were met with a wide grin and two glowing red eyes.
"(Y/N)!" Surprise was clear on your face as you stared up at Alastor. Out of all the people you had expected to show up at your bedroom door, he was the last person on your list. Glancing around, wondering if perhaps there was someone else with him who had convinced him to come by, you were surprised again to find he was alone. Not sure what to make of it all, you looked back up at him, confusion apparent in your expression.
"Can I help you?" It came out a bit colder than you intended it too, your voice still a little hoarse from crying all day. It wasn't that you didn't like Alastor, it was just that his presence made you nervous; you never knew what to expect from him, and that made your anxiety spike. One minute he could be all dad jokes and songs, the next it was all chaos and murder, and you could never tell when the switch would be flipped.
"Help me? Ha! Nonsense, have you ever known me to need any help? I'm actually here to help you, my dear!" You raised an eyebrow, confusion only deepening. That was... Unexpected. Why would he want to help you?
Before you could ask, however, Alastor was entering your room, pushing by you without a care in the world. It caught you off guard, though you knew it shouldn't have. Alastor did as he pleased when he pleased, and it was no different when it came to you or anyone else in the hotel.
Pursing your lips, you watched him look around your room, taking in it's dissaray. Your nightstand was covered in dishes from all the different treats Charlie had brought up, and your trash bin was overflowing with tissues. Your closet was thrown open, clothes strewn across the floor from when you had gone through them, trying to find the clothes that you had borrowed from your ex. Said clothes were now slowly turning to ash in your fireplace, causing a dark smoke to arise from the flames.
After a moment his eyes landed on you, and a bit of embarrassment flushed on your cheeks. You were in just as much dissaray as your room, your hair tussled and your eyes red and puffy. With an oversized sweatshirt and raggedy sweatpants, it wasn't really the best look. You really didn't want him of all people to see you looking like you did, because while Alastor unnerved the hell out of you, there was also a bit of fondness for him in your heart. He made you laugh, and complimented you whenever he had the chance. Whether he was genuine or not was entirely up in the air, but it still made you feel things, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny said things.
âWhat do you mean you want to help me?â You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest, trying your best to stand up tall and preserve any dignity you had left. It made his eyes narrow, his smile widen, and for a second you thought you saw his eyes flash with mischief.
"Why, I mean just that! Just look at this place-" his hands motioned to your surroundings. "And just look at you!" Your nose scrunched, not enjoying his implications. He chuckled at this, walking over to the side of your bed, and with a snap of his fingers the dishes had vanished.
"I don't need your help, Al," you said as he stepped over a tissue, watching as he waved his hand, and all the tissues that had been scattered across your floor floated into the trash bin.
"No?" He asked, turning to you, one eyebrow raised. "But you seem to be in such a state of distress, my dear. You're practically dripping with melancholy!"
"Well," you began, glancing at the floor, trying to figure out what you would say to him. You hadn't really expected Alastor of all people to care, in truth, so you weren't entirely sure how to respond. Did he actually want to hear what was wrong? Or was there some sort of hidden agenda he had that you weren't aware of? After a minute, you sighed. "Yeah, I am."
Walking over to your bed, you sat on the end, hands folded in your lap. A heavy weight was on your shoulders, causing you to slouch. You stared at the floor for a minute, wondering if you really should spill your guts to the infamous radio demon of all people, but after a moment you reluctantly gave in.
You told him about your history with relationships, how they never seemed to go the way you'd hoped. You told him about your ex, how much you had cared for him and wanted things to work. You even told him about the text, how distant and cold it had been compared to how he used to be.
You laid it all out, explaining your heartbreak and wearing it on your sleeve for all to see. By the time you finished, Alastor had sat down next to you on your bed, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. It was a surprisingly kind and gentle act for someone like him, but while unexpected it certainly wasn't unwelcome.
After you finished, a silence hung in the air, the only sound coming from the crackling fire. You were content to just sit there however; Alastor was gently combing his fingers through your hair, and the sensation was slowly lulling you to sleep. You were sure you wouldn't last much longer when his hand stilled, and curiously you looked up at him.
His eyes were trained on you, taking in every detail of your face. His smile, ever present, held a warmth you didn't often see in Hell, and it sent butterflies aflutter in your stomach. You wanted to look away, but something kept your gaze on him. A fire was beginning to ignite itself in your chest, threatening to burn down all in it's path.
Suddenly you were made all too aware of just how close you two were. Your face burned red, embarrassment making itself well known in your mind. You had never been this close to him before; you could make out the scent of blood and brimstone .
Clearing your throat, you looked away from him- only to have his hand clasp your chin, guiding your gaze back to his. This only made your face burn hotter, feelings that you had been repressing for months threatening to bubble over. You wanted to turn tail and run- this was dangerous, after all; a game you were sure you couldn't win.
You should tell him to let you go. You should tell him to leave. Thank him for his time and usher him out the door. But you didn't, you just watched as his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, his gaze focused on the motion. He was being so gentle, it was catching you entirely off guard.
"(Y/N)." The sound of your name on his tongue nearly caused a shiver to work it's way down your spine. His face was slowly inching closer to yours, causing your heart to speed up with each second that passed. Were you really about to kiss the infamous radio demon?
He stopped mere centimeters from your lips; you could feel his breath brush across your skin. You stared at him, eyes wide, waiting, wondering what he would do. Time passed by slowly in that instance, until finally you felt his lips press against yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut. You leaned into him. Placing one of your hands on his chest, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Part of you had been waiting for this for a long time, ever since you had first met Alastor. Your heart was singing, your mind jumping with joy. All heartbreak had been forgotten, and with each second that passed your heart slowly began to mend.
Alastor's hands went to cup your face, pulling you even closer to him. You felt his fingers curl in your hair, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. He kissed you long and hard, a passion in his actions that caused the fire in your chest to burn hotter. Warm, you were so warm.
When he finally pulled away, you gasped for air, your lungs greedily taking in oxygen. You opened your eyes, staring up at him. He stared back, and it took all your strength not to kiss him again. You were suddenly overcome with such a desire for him that it caught you off guard; you wanted him, in more ways than one.
"Alastor..." Your voice trailed off, your words getting lost on your tongue. How could you tell him that you wanted him- needed him? You couldn't, it was too risky, too dangerous. You had to stop this before it went any further.
But Alastor had other plans. As you tried to pull away from him, one of his hands went to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His other hand continued to cup your cheek, brushing gently across your skin. "My dear," he began, tilting his head slightly to the side. His voice was lower, clearer, and it caused you to catch your breath. "Has anyone ever told you how absolutely intoxicating you are?"
You couldn't speak, words stuck in your throat, so you shook your head. He hummed, the thumb that once brushed against your cheek falling to your lips. "Such a shame you waste your time with such pathetic creatures. Truly, your time would be better spent elsewhere, with someone else. Someone who respects you, and knows just how lucky they are to have you."
"Like who?" You asked, words quiet, barely audible. He chuckled at this, eyes narrowing, his nail digging into your bottom lip slightly.
"I wonder," he murmured, and then his lips were on yours again, molding together in perfect unison. It wasn't long until you were pushed back into the bed, Alastor hovering over you as you two kissed. It was passionate, and surprisingly loving, something you hadn't experienced in quite some time.
Within moments you were squirming under him, craving more than his simple kisses. "Alastor." You whispered his name on his lips, hands gripping tightly to his shoulders. He hummed again, his lips drifting from yours down to your neck, where you felt his teeth nip at your skin. You whined, restless; you needed more.
Biting your lip, your hands wandered down to his. Taking hold of them, you guided them to the bottom of your shirt, hoping he would he get the hint. A soft laugh fell from his lips, and you felt his nails against the sensitive flesh of your stomach.
"Trying to hint at something, are we?" You trembled as his nails danced across your skin, sharp and dangerous. They glided close to your waistband, causing you to inhale sharply. But then he paused, pulling away from you just enough to see your face. "Are you sure you want to do this? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."
The question came as a surprise to you. You hadn't expected him to care about such things. But still, you nodded, resolve set. You wanted this, wanted him, and you weren't about to change your mind.
Alastor's smile widened, and then his hands were on you, groping, kneading, tearing away at your clothes until they were nothing more than scraps on the floor. He was aggressive, but somehow still careful, and the fervor in which he touched you damn near caused you to ascend. It was mind numbing, causing you to writhe underneath him.
Once you were bear before him, he pulled away, taking in the sight of you with a delighted grin. Your face began to turn red, not used to being looked at in such a way. "Beautiful," he muttered, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs. "To think someone would abandon this..." He shook his head, leaning down to bury his face into your neck. Against your skin you heard him murmur, "When I'm through with you, you'll have forgotten you ever even met that arrogant fool."
And forget you did. You forgot all about the text, about the few months of dating- hell you forgot about your ex all together. Alastor took you with a feverish passion you hadn't expected; he was rough, savage almost, but he was also careful, and at times would look at you with such adoration it made you melt.
Sweat covered your skin, dampening the sheets beneath you. You were breathing heavily, your chest heaving up and down. Your body ached in new ways, but it was a good ache, a pleasant one that reminded you that it was all real. It really did happen.
Above you still was Alastor, eyes closed as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. There was the faintest of smiles on his face, and for a moment you just enjoyed the sight of him. His red and black hair was just as disheveled as yours, and a thin sheen of sweat blanketed his skin. His face was flushed, the smallest hints of red appearing on his cheeks. It was a sight you would hold dear to your heart for quite some time.
His eyes fluttered open after a minute, finding yours immediately. His smile widened, one of his hands finding it's way to your face. He cupped your cheek, resting his forehead on yours. "Chérie," he whispered, the French catching you by surprise. "Je t'adore."
You wanted to ask him what he meant, but you had a feeling he wouldn't tell you no matter how hard you tried to get it out of him. So you simply closed your eyes, enjoying his presence, listening to the soft radio static on each breath he took.
This is so good đ I love this đđâš
:,)
Oh dear god please say I donât have a crush on a demon, *ahem* A RADIO DEMON INFACT
I wanna believe that Pentious would at least be a better dad than Angelâs actual dad TwT
AWWWWW SO CUTEEE đ„ș
In conclusion: I am afraid
And you know who that EXACTLY REMINDS ME OF?
*stares at tord*
I drew Al gradually frowning and now I hate myself.
I SWEAR IMA FIND WHO MADE HIM UPSET AND WHEN I DO
THEYâRE
GETTING
A
VIBE CHECK
(Note to self, the vibe check will be very uncomfortable ĂMĂ)
why are yall sad about the other sides not liking remus
like
have u met his character? the dudes a gross asshole, and although i love him just as much as the next fan, the sides have every right to hate him and feel shitty around him! intrusive thoughts FUCKING suck and remus is a grotesque dick to the others!!! heâs not unsympathetic and im not tagging it as such because this is deadass all we know on the guy. hes gross and violent and likes making others feel bad and represents everything thomas doesnt like and is disgusted by.Â
he was in one episode and the whole plot was that he was being a nuisance. he came in the night after keeping thomas awake with thoughts of killing someone (hinted to be his brother), he knocked roman tf out before he made his entrance, and then he just⊠stuck around and made it his job to either make thomas do some violent or gross things or be a pain in the ass towards the others lmao.Â
idk bout yall, but even though i love him, i have no sympathy for him. this is what hes supposed to be and what he represents, bad things, its his role. and his actions have consequences. if you behave like remus youre not going to have very many people liking you. i love him to death theoretically but if i met that assprick irl??? id kick his ass lmao
also, different but related subject: the split of, as the fandom has dubbed him, king creativity, was objectively an extremely good and positive thing (for the most part) because you do need a fine line between things that are morally gray and/or correct and things that are bad and gross. you cant have all that mixed up.Â
this was a dumb rant lol
I totally get your point, but i canât help comparing him to my students who are frigging nightmares. This one kid slapped another und the face for touching bis things. He keeps yelling the answers in the tests the class is taking, lies, sings all the time and touches the other children when they donât want it. And the thing is, he doesnât deserve not to be liked for it, even though the other kids would be right for calling him an asshole. By conventional standards, he is. But you see, he canât help it. Testing isnât done yet because he came here from Moldavia not too long ago, but we are pretty sure heâs just built this way. He doesnât understand limits and canât control himself and Remus is sort of built this way too. With him, itâs even more extreme. Heâs a Side. Heâs intrusive thoughts. How much can intrusive thoughts really change to act pleasant? My point is that we should apply different standards to him, like with my kid. We canât dislike him the same way we would dislike an ordinary (maybe neurotypical) person, because his brain works differently. My heart hurts at the thought that he would be cast out and hated for being what he is when he has no control over it. Dislike canât be helped, but lenience and sympathy i think are quite the right way to go.
as someone with a personality disorder it really pisses me off to see people like OP just ragging on people for being the way they are
like yeah hes kind of annoying but so is everyone else, the only difference is those who are perceived as more annoying, or more consistently annoying, literally cannot control the thing that makes them annoying to other people
and yes, im talking about people with personality disorders and conditions like autism
AND as a fellow autistic, this also ticks me off. People are free to be who they are, and even if someone is correct about the person being a dick, that doesnât mean âhate themâ.
take the âokay boomerâ meme for example. When people rant or vent, they get SLAPPED with âOkay Boomerâ which means âShut upâ. Ranting and venting is what people DO, and itâs not their fault. So why tell them to shut up when theyâre just being human?
it was being down-voted by people who didnât even watch it.
My favorite part is that they have 31 sources linked in the video.
t h i r t y-o n e
But people somehow manage to think this video is wrong because their beliefs somehow outweigh the careers of the people who put work towards those 31 pieces of source material. Blows my mind.
@i-hate-chick-fil-a first, fuk your go-fund-me, go get a feck'n job
(oh by the way, the bikini clad hottie above is a female, XX)
as far as your âboycottâ - GOOD! stay away, itâs always too busy anyway, with people lined up to get the Only good fast food there is! - you can go eat your McDonaldâs poison pink slime!
Okay, first off, you can do better things than just complaining about how proud you are to be homophobic, @blacklabsmattermore . Donât you FUKING realize that your homophobia is causing people THAT DIDNâT DO ANYTHING WRONG to KILL themselves?!
Second of all, did you even watch the video?! It had THIRTY ONE sources that YOU didnât care about because you were too busy caring about GIVING HATE.
So why donât YOU get a job,
AND STOP SPREADING HOMOPHOBIA, YOU PIECE OF SH**
NSFW ban fail
Reblog if youâre still seeing porn bots despite the NSFW ban. Iâm still seeing them. Plenty of legitimate followers seem to be blocked from my feed, however.
