#somebody send help

[tanya-is-dead]

Wilson Bethel

[6esiree]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Alastor calls you ‘mon amour’ because he can’t get himself to say ‘I love you.’ Of course, he’ll accept being told that he’s loved, but he won’t verbally return it. His way of showing love and affection is primarily through quality time and acts of service, too, especially after the first and last time he tried to say ‘I love you’ to you, it came out with an awkward, sarcastic bite.

“I love you,” You suddenly say.

“Must you always remind me?” Alastor mutters under his breath, his ears twitching downwards.

The slight color that sprawls across his sharp features speaks volumes, though, the corners of your lips curving upwards in a sly grin.

“No, but I like to,” You hum, making him roll his eyes with a scoff. “Why, do you dislike it?”

“I dislike how insufferable you can be, mon amour.”

Alastor is also not big on physical affection. Sure, he will link your arms together for a walk, chuck at your chin, and grab your hands to kiss your knuckles, but that’s it. He won’t initiate hugs or kisses or any intimate moments. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s opposed to it. He just lets you take the initiative, so long as you can gauge he’s willing when you’re in the mood for it.

“Get off of me, you!” Alastor angles his head away as you press kisses haphazardly across his face, his skin feeling hot and flushed under your lips.

But he doesn’t make any attempts to push you, and with your legs locked around his waist, you can feel his tail wagging in glee.

“I’ve missed you,” You whine, shooting him the biggest doe-eyes you can muster, the soothing pops and crackles of radio static filling your ears.

His shoulders slump, arms winding around your frame, finally turning to look at you. The smile on his face is relaxed, genuine.

“You know what I miss? Being Vox’s hostage, and I loathe him,” Alastor huffs, but that only earns him a kiss on the lips, body jolting up with a bleat.

Every attempt you make to show him your love and your undying affection, it’s met with a fight, but you know Alastor. You know that if he didn’t love you, you wouldn’t be together in the first place. So, take his words with a grain of salt and instead focus on his ears, his tail, the static behind his radio filter, because they always give him away, no matter how hard he tries to tell you otherwise.

[future-roadkill-art]

He’s trying his best y’all 

[quinnthethird]

“can i try again?”

[sunnywalnut]

Me when my disability disables me:

[mikmikmikmikmik]

i hate my life.

[allsteddie]

There's something about Steddie as parents that just hits different. I'm working on this one headcanon (that at this point is more of a ficlet than a headcanon, but whatever) and I just can't stop smiling.

[vole-mon-amour]

I think Michael Robinavitch canonically admitting to himself that he's bisexual (which he already knew, it just wasn't important for a long time since he mostly dated women. plus, well, he's repressed about his bisexuality) and that he DOES have romantic feelings for Frank Langdon would be sooo tasty. With all the talk of them being lovers and a love story, you know?