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29 | She/Her

[avalonjoan]

Not pictured: me, yanking the steering wheel to screech into a parking lot so I could take a pic of this while my sisters and I absolutely lost it upon seeing this truck

[eternalfarnham]

“I’ve managed to resist my cannibalistic instincts and refrain from devouring my wife, but I don’t know how much more I can take. Perhaps looking at my neighbor’s beautiful, blossoming tree will ground me…”

[nicstersplushhaven]

Finally done!! Can't believe I actually managed to make a life sized plush, it was definitely a high risk high reward situation but thank god it all worked out nicely 😭 🙏Now the final challenge, getting bro into his box 💔

[ashveiledart]

So this is PART ONE of a much longer reel I am trying to make. But I have a feeling it is going to take longer than I expected it to. So, I’ll share in parts before I put it all together in the end.

[stas-j-fox]

The obnoxious TV man and his eldritch horror friend 📺🦌

[artsandmu]

You thought I'd be something easy to forget

(Inspired by: Cant Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo)

[aestheticofstars]

So today is my day and for my birthday I gave myself a good gift in the form of an animation with Alastor.

A major experimental work in which I tried out various things. I like Alastor very much, and this is the magnum opus of my adoration for the character. Also spoilers for the season two, if anyone hasn't watched it!

[mearko]

WHEN I SAY ALACEST????

This is what I mean

Specifically both tops

[eggcats]

honestly, Val doesn't hate Alastor enough in my opinion because imagine discovering that your daddy dom top COULD have been a babygirl sub bottom if only you'd have gotten to him first

[alastors-totally-canon-deertail]

One of the things I love the most about Alastor is that he refuses to stay down.

So many people, both in and out of universe, want to crush his spirit, want to see him ‘humbled’ but you can’t humble someone who refuses to lay down and just take it.

No. Alastor bites back.

He fights back.

And if he loses?

He regroups. He plans. He fights again. And he prevails.

Even when he’s at a clear disadvantage,

even when he’s weakened and injured,

even when he’s cornered,

even when he’s humiliated and jeered at,

even when he’s at his lowest point,

He fights back.

He keeps getting up.

And when he triumphs?

It’s that much sweeter, because his victory is earned.

[youthinkaboutme-yourradiodemon]

I love him so much.

[blibirbzy]

Will you be my valentine? 📺💔📻

[jaxgf]

⠀　　⠀ JAXGF’S REVIVAL CELLY .

hello jaxgf world. long time, no see. I'm glad to be back and writing about our favorite purple rabbit. I've been thinking about him alot, and decided to give this blog another shot. later this week, I'm going to rewatch the series and liveblog it, hopefully that's fin for everyone too. all i ask is everyone be patient with me during this time, I haven't written the entire time I've been gone. so it may take me some time to get back into the swing of things.

this celly is for jax and ragatha of tadc only. please only send one request per ask. one prompt per request. unlimited requests otherwise. please check out rules and masterlist before requesting.

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soft vs hard love dialogue and prompts + toxic relationship prompts + subtly smut dialogue prompts

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[hiswitchling]

[6esiree]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

When Alastor is stuck in his demon form, terrorizing the streets of Pentagram City, you are the one Charlie turns to for help.

You’re his estranged wife, he’s not supposed to be your responsibility. But there you stand in the middle of the street like an impenetrable force, hands on your hips, displeasure etched onto your features as terrified sinners dart past you.

It’s become a monthly ritual, and oh, do you loathe it. Nothing about your meetings are coincidental. He’s been trying to win back your affections since he returned from his 7-year sabbatical.

And almost 8 since you separated from him.

“Alastor Hartfelt, you insufferable bastard!” Your voice pierces through the screams. “What in Satan’s name are you doing?”

The blood red sky echoes with a harrowing snap as he whirls around to face you, clawed-hands sinking into nearby buildings for support, consequently destroying them.

The ground shakes beneath your feet, and debris hits the ground, but you don’t flinch. That’s one thing Alastor has always admired about you, your fearlessness, and it shows in his sharp features as he leans down to your level.

You’ve refused to forgive him since he up and left you out of the blue, but now that you realized you couldn’t escape him, what choice do you have?

“Mon coeur?” Alastor’s voice reverberates.

In the sky, in your heart, a frustrated groan seeping past your lips as the corners of his lips curl upwards with a grin that is one of genuine pleasure.

He’s your man, your husband since life. The moment you participated in a vulnerable dance with him — carnally — he decided you couldn’t leave him. You’re familiar with him in ways that nobody else was or ever would be.

“Don’t you ‘mon coeur’ me, this is the fifth month in a row!” You huff. “When will you put an end to… well, whatever it is that you’re trying to achieve?”

Still, though, you approach him. There’s only one way to get him to shrink back to his normal form, and unfortunately, it involves physical affection. The very thing you dread to do, and not because you’ve lost feelings for him. No, not at all.

“Oh, don’t feign ignorance, my dear, it’s unbecoming of you,” Alastor croons. “You know exactly what it is that I’m after.”

He shuts his mouth closed, thin lips flooding your vision, waiting, anticipating your next move. He isn’t one for PDA, but with the streets void of sinners, he allows himself to enjoy the wonderful sensation of your small hand caressing his skin.

“If I forgive you, will you stop this ritual display of mediocrity?” You gesture to the disaster around you with your other hand, making him bristle.

But he doesn’t allow your words to anger him.

“What good is forgiveness if you’re not by my side?” Alastor proceeds to ask you. “You’re my wife, what do you expect me to do? To let you go?”

You gaze up at him through your lashes, bright red pupils staring down at you. He is right, of course he is. He cannot simply let you go, whatever the reason behind his 7-year sabbatical was. Plus, it’s not like he was out being unfaithful. It’s unlike him.

“If I take you back, will you tell me the truth?”

A deafening bout of silence ensues.

But he doesn’t leave you like that for long.

“In due time, mon coeur.”

You suppose you can settle for that.

“Alright, fine,” You shrug in resignation.

Before he can celebrate, you balance yourself on your toes and lean in to press your lips against his — or at least to the best of your ability, given that he’s significantly larger than you in his demon form. Your kiss is an antidote to his dilemma.

And, as soon as you pull away, Alastor has shrunk back to his normal form, all 7-feet of your beloved husband staring down at you in glee.

The entire street he once terrorized was in shambles, buildings destroyed, the ground splintered, but the only thing worth caring about is you. Slender fingers cradle your face with unmistakeable affection and reverence.

While you’re secretly happy to be back with him, the smile that tugs at your lips is reserved for the sight of Alastor’s coat shifting behind him.

His tail is wagging in glee. How cute.

“Shall we go home now?” You muse.

“Indeed, for there’s much we must catch up on.”

A furious blush sprawls across your features, and your pulse quickens, the suggestive tone behind his words simultaneously flustering and surprising you.

“Alastor Hartfelt!” You gently swat at his chest with a scandalized gasp. “We’re in public!”

It’s uncharacteristic of your husband to be so brazen, unashamed, at least when it comes to such… delicate matters. His sex-drive is practically nonexistent, too, but you suppose you cannot blame him, not after 8 years without you.

“Come now, mon coeur, let’s go home. I have already gathered your things from your apartment, and I am excited for you to see how I’ve incorporated them into my room!”

“Wait, you broke into my apartment — oh!”

However, before you could finish your sentence, he seized your waist and teleported you to the hotel, refusing to linger in public for a second longer.

[noteviljustlazy]

[whyischrishere]

Don’t you forget, you’re on my string~

[dailyalastor]

playing with wires

[dailyalastor]

paybacks