Home Of Giggles And Squiggles

I have a non-sexual fixation on tickles, mostly with family and friends. I just think it's the cutest way to bond. All my stuff is SFW! So stay for the giggles. (Probably lots of TOH related tickles) NOTE: sexual comments will not be tolerated.

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Not that I’ve had to worry about it yet but just a reminder this is a sfw tickle blog. We write/draw adorable family/friend/sfw ship tickle things of fluff and bonding and cheer up tickles and etc! And there will be plenty of stuff with kids on this blog too so…NO sexual suggestions

Even though one of my fandoms is an adult targeted fandom (HH), everything here will still be sfw. So…yeah! Don’t be creepy!

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like four months after releasing my sneek peek for my husk and al tickle fic I finally post it

listen somebody has to provide the radiohusk tickle fic crumbs

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Better Days

(Husk and Alastor didn’t always have just moments of contention, and after Alastor’s attempts to ‘preen his wings’ turns devious, Husk finds the perfect payback…and Alastor may have discovered a new ability.)

Hints of Radiohusk my beloved, taking place back in the past with two gay dads and their daughter.)

“I don’t think Rosie much appreciated you leaving feathers strewn across her floors,” Alastor drawled as he and his compatriot made their way up the porch leading up into their manor. “In fact that’s definitely the reason we were sent home so early.”

Husk rolled his eyes as he resisted the urge to close the door in Alastor’s face. It was a temptation he might have given into if one of his arms wasn’t occupied with their sugar comatose little lady. Poor thing was still bloated with cake. “It had nothing to do with me, asshole. It’s because the little ankle biter here ate all of the desserts. I think she ate most of that cake herself.”

“No surprise there,” Alastor mused as he reached his arms out to take their sleepy bug into his own arms, handling her with the care and attentiveness few would see from the radio demon. Few were privileged to ever see such tenderness, unless they saw the radio demon and the girl that had become his daughter.

Husk couldn’t help the softer look that came to his face as he looked at the little face smushed into Alastor’s chest over his shoulder, her one eye blinking sleepily for a moment, before shutting once more.

As the duo disappeared down the corridor of their manor, Husk returned back to his wings, picking meticulously at the stray feathers starting to fall out of the open appendages. This had to be the worst thing about being an avian based creature. Part avian anyway. 

Stray feathers were just so unbearably itchy when he went into a molt. Hearing Niffty and Alastor complain about the mess his feathers left on the floor didn’t make things any less annoying. 

Not wanting to give Alastor a reason to nettle him (as if he needed a reason), Husk picked up the grooming brush, tilting his crimson wing at every angle to try and reach all the feathers. It was useless though, his body wasn’t meant to bend that way, and he was certain he heard a crack when he tried. “Ugh, fuck.”

“Require some assistance?”

“Shit!” Husk yelped out loud and fumbled with the bristled brush, which Alastor gleefully caught in one hand.  “Why do you always have to spring out of the shadows like some fucking cryptid?” he snapped, which only seemed to make Alastor all the more amused.

“It’s more fun! Now, having some trouble are we?” he drawled, watching as the feline tried biting at a few of the itchy feathers. “Goodness, you’re shedding everywhere, like a caged little bird.”

Husk’s narrowed eyes said he didn’t appreciate the metaphor—less so the ‘caged’ part of it. “It’s not my fault, I didn’t ask for this fucking form.” He mewed in annoyance as Alastor grabbed a hold of his wing, sending him nearly off the barstool at the sudden shift of gait. “Alastor knock it off!”

“Oh come now,” the deer drawled, giving that crimson tip an innocent little tug as Husk meowed in annoyance and tried to bat him off. “I’m simply attempting to assist you! You can’t possibly reach the inner part of your wing, or the spine of them! Especially not the inner part! Come now, don’t you want a friendly hand?”

“No,” Husk drawled, trying once more to flap his wing free of the prick. He could only flap and move it so much while it was being held unless he wanted the bone to snap. “Keep your ‘friendly’ hands off me-ehe!?” He yelped as Alastor started meticulously running the bristles along the spine of his wing. Fuck. He knew what he was up to.

“Alastor knock i-ihit ohoff!”

“Ah no, I do not believe I will!” Alastor chirped as he started rubbing the bristles along the inner downy of Husk’s wings, pulling a snort as he tried not to burst into laughter. He attempted to channel it instead into a growl, but the bright giggles betrayed him.

“You fuhuhuhucker! Knock it ohohoff!” Husk made a swipe for the radio demon, slightly more light hearted in nature than any time he’d swiped at him in the past. Alastor dodged the swipes, and for that act of rebellion, rubbed the bristles deeper into his wing.

Husk’s laughter escalated as he tried to pull his wings against his side, but it was useless as Alastor kept his wing held out firmly. The bristles scrubbed further into the ticklish downy, and Husk’s laughter went up an octave. “Al nohoho! StAHAHAP!” He snorted as the deer’s claws gave an impish tweak into the underwing, and his tail thrashed madly.

This wasn’t an especially new occurrence since Alastor had learned he was terribly ticklish. In fact, he’d found ways to torment him with it as often as he possibly could.

“AHAHALASTOR NOHOHO!” Husk begged through raucous cackles as his paws scraped against the hardwood flooring, giggles spilling out through clenched teeth. The bristles felt like ticklish little spikes rubbing into the wing pits. God he was going to fucking murder this man.

“Ohhh, you make the most adorable little sounds when I get into your wings.” Alastor grinned viciously as he twiddled his brown talons, the crimson tipped claws running along through the feathers. “Hmm, I should see if there’s spare feathers that need to be plucked.”

“Thehehehere’s not!” Husk yelped, his eyes widening in horror when he realized what he was indicating. “Don’t do it! MEOW!”

He turned his face into the deer’s shoulder and muffled more shrieks of laughter into it as he felt those mischievous deer claws crawl into the downy. The claws scribbling were far more ticklish than the bristles, and far more purposeful of what he was intending. “YOU FUHUCKER! THAT’S NOT PICKING FEATHERS! KNOHOCK IT OFF!”

“Stay still, I don’t know why you insist on making a simple grooming session so ridiculously difficult.” The amused lilt to Alastor’s voice suggested he knew exactly what he was doing, and Husk let off a disgruntled hiss. As much as he could through the giggles trying to slip through.

“Y-youhoo aren’t fucking slihihick!” Husk snarled, attempting to swipe a paw through the air, unsure if he’d get a scratch in or a smack. His wings flapped more, and giggles were quick to spill out as Alastor’s fingers explored through the downy of his feathers.

“I’ve no idea what you mean, Husker! You know how much I do love just feeling the soft feathers on my skin.” It was the poor choice of wording the poor bastard didn’t seem to realize, and the perfect revenge was already in motion in his mind.

Come to think of it, he was quite certain he’d seen a similar giggling reaction when Niffty had playfully rubbed the feathers of her duster over him. It was a theory he hadn’t the courage to test out, but found himself more emboldened tonight.

In a sudden maneuver, Husk had spun around and swept the deer suddenly with a foot. He was impressed with himself that he’d actually managed to catch Alastor off guard, a rare feat in itself. “Well let me help you feel it then.”

Husk’s front and back paws perched together on the edge of the stool, his tail flicking with agitation and excitement as he leaped onto his prey. He was half expecting Alastor to disperse within the shadows. He knew he could. He wasn’t as fast as the radio demon, and yet the deer allowed himself to be jumped onto. He in fact allowed himself to be pinned down.

Then again, Husk knew Alastor wasn’t completely like a lot of overlords. He enjoyed the pushback. He loved to see just how many ways this captured little soul of his could utilize its claws.

Granted, never did Husk think he’d be using them to scribble at the deer’s tummy, but hey, any way that he could get Alastor back was a win in his book.

“Husker…” The dials turned in the deer’s eyes, but they blinked away with mirth as he squealed, feeling Husk indent his claws into his belly.

Husk’s ears pricked upward in a combination of disbelief, sadistic amusement, and just an iota of fondness. So Alastor was ticklish.

Delightful.

“Don’t you “Husker’ me, you son of a bitch,” he scoffed as he pushed into the soft skin, delighting in Alastor’s cackles. “We both know that you love when I use my claws,” he drawled, smirking as he fluttered over the wiggling skin. “Don’t think I’ve ever used ‘em this way on you before.”

Alastor knew Husk was right. He did so enjoy their antagonistic relationship and all the fun duels that would come of it. It was interesting to see just how many ways the kitten could use his claws. But, why this?

“Cat got your tongue?” Husk’s claws skittered up further to tuck under Alastor’s arms and the staticy cackles shrieked out even louder. His hooves beat against the floor as his hands found purchase against Husk’s, but oddly enough didn’t seem to care about moving them.

“Oh I knew it,” Husk grinned viciously at the overlord as his nails traced between his ribs. “You’re enjoying this.” He was pleased to see the bright dusting on his cheeks and the angry glare. It made sense honestly. Alastor loved games and he loved laughter. This kind of combined his two favorite things.

He decided he was being too kind to the deer by letting him see where he was targeting next, and so his claws slipped up underneath Alastor’s suit. The microphone feedback it elected made him wince, but he chuckled as Alastor squealed.

“NOHOHOHO! HUSK DOHOHON’T!”

Husk smirked as he started a slow drumming along the deer’s belly, endeared at the way the feline claws searching around his bare tummy brought forth little fawn like squeals and snorts. Husk couldn’t believe how adorable and childish the poor thing sounded. “You really are just a little fawn, aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes as Alastor made an attempt to be threatening, antlers branching out for a moment. A punishing scribble across his tummy made them retract as Alastor bucked against the ground. “Yeah yeah, none of that now. Don’t want to ruin our game already by being the radio demon, huh?”

He for one was enjoying this. Who wouldn’t be allured at the idea of having their overlord at their mercy for any reason? Although the rare, lighter atmosphere surrounding them was…nice.

Over the years their antagonism was afforded rare moments of softness, especially with Niffty in their lives. A glimpse of the friendship that had been sullied by a contract.

Alastor’s genuine laughter was so bright and airy. It bubbled out in glee, with a nearly precious flick of his ears. Husk couldn’t help but notice he was making very little attempt to get away, almost surrendered into it as they played.

Well. Didn’t want to make it too comfortable for him now, did he? Husk readjusted his position on the poor deer, and inched his claws further up his suit. He was pleased to see his prey kick and struggle more. “You know, you’re always trying to antagonize my cat behavior, so how about I just make it easier for ya?”

His claws planted along the deer’s bottom ribs and tummy, and began to knead and massage into the sensitive flesh there. The potent little pokes, almost sharp enough to hurt, got even louder shrieks of laughter.

“HUSK STAHAHAP!” Alastor snorted, yelped, and barked out more staticy laughter through screeching microphone feedback. When Husk’s claws got dangerously close to his bellybutton, he nearly babbled out a plea for mercy.

The feline blinked in surprise and just barely traced his claw along the edge of his bellybutton. The effect was electric. Alastor kicked and bucked, and to his horror and humiliation, a deer bleat squeaked out.

Husk blinked for a moment as that…frankly adorable sound processed. Then to Alastor’s further horror, he burst into laughter. “Ohoho my fuck! Whahat was thahat? That was so cute! Did I push a button or something?”

He rose an eyebrow when he saw the dials return to Alastor’s eyes as the radio host growled. Scoffing, Husk’s claws flexed back into the soft flesh of his belly, and Alastor fell back into laughter. “Put those antlers away, I’m not gonna tell anyone. But…I do feel like pushing buttons.”

Alastor gave him a warning look and shook his head, but Husk only nodded back without fear and tasered his claw into the deer’s bellybutton. The radio host screeched and now the feline was struggling just to keep him pinned down.

It seemed he had found ‘the death spot’, and Husk was fully intending on exploiting the spot to its fullest extent, if he could just get the cannibal to stay still. Each dig was sending off electrocutions of sensitivity, and nearly pulling a hiccup from the deer.

The deer beat and smacked his hooves uselessly against the ground, until finally he’d kicked off a shoe. Husk blinked as it went flying, and when he saw the little hoof that was struggling to curl in, he felt the fear radiating off of the cannibal.

Hm. Maybe he hadn’t found the deer’s death spot yet. Husk turned to the wiggling hoof, and his eyes dilated playfully, following the movement. He turned and jumped on it, and didn’t expect Alastor’s resulting reaction.

“NONONO!” Alastor tossed himself onto his stomach and began hilariously scrambling his claws into the floor. “Husk please, you’ve gotten me back!”

“Please?” The feline looked back at him, taken aback and very very amused. Alastor must be really bad here if he was begging. If anything, that just ensured he had to try this spot. Husk smirked as he grabbed the overlord’s ankle, and just barely grazed a nail along the arch of the deer’s foot. The resulting scream was glorious.

He was deathly ticklish on his hooves, it was the only real spot that could break him quickly. If Husk found that out, it’d be the end for him! Yet it seemed it already was, as claws scribbled relentlessly up and down his hoof.

Alastor howled with laughter into the floor. He beat his fists, slamming repeatedly into the hard wood as he hiccuped and shrieked, past the point that he could get out any words.

“Shhh, keep it down man,” Husk pretended to scoff, thoroughly enjoying each desperate scream and babble. “You’re gonna wake Niffty and we’re gonna have to deal with her. Don’t want her seeing you like this do ya? She’d love to join in.”

His claws found the deer’s toes, drilling in. The scream from Alastor reverberated with feedback as mirthful tears squeezed from his eyes. Another unheeded babble of mercy squeaked out, and before either of them realized it, strange shadowy appendages flailed from his form.

They careened into Husk, who yelped and fumbled off of the deer. He shoved himself up off the floor just enough to see the strange tentacles waving in the air. Alastor was staring at them with wonderment.

“The fucking fuck?!” Husk yelped out in disbelief. “What the shit are those? Where did they come from? Never fucking seen them before.” He couldn’t help but feel fear curdling in his gut. Alastor had amassed new powers?

Catching his breath, the deer curiously ran a hand along one of the shadowy things. It felt almost leathery and cold. “How interesting! Of course I have made quite a few new deals lately and have honed some new abilities. Perhaps this is one of them?”

“Yeeeeah, uh, I’m not a fan.” He backed up from his boss, not liking how the slithery things were looming over him. “Put them away Ursula.” To his horror, Alastor seemed to have clued in to the same thing Husk was fearing. “No. Don’t you even.”

“You really think you can get off tickling the radio demon without receiving punishment in return?” Alastor chuckled sinisterly as his eyes blackened and dials glowed.

“It was revenge for the wings, you asshole!” Husk scrambled to get up but shrieked as the tendrils were faster. A wobbling grin plastered his face before he could stop it, even as he hissed and swiped at the tendrils. 

“And now I’m having my own revenge.” He was pleased to see his prey squirm. It was always fun to watch them struggle, and flop about until they realized freedom was hopeless. “You should feel honored, Husker! You're helping me test out these new powers!”

Husk’s claws made hilarious squeaking sounds as they grated across the floor. “Oh yeah, fucking fantastic,” he drawled as he was pulled closer and closer to Alastor. “My life’s long aspiration has been to help some weirdo with his newfound octopus powers.”

A bark of laughter couldn’t even be concealed as he felt the tip of the tendrils flick along the pads of his feet. “Nohoho! Ahahahalastor! Dohohon’t, you priiHIIIHIHICK!” The tendril exploded in wiggles along his foot, delighting in the way the poor feline screamed and kicked.

“Hmmm, the volume dial seems to be acting haywire! I don’t appreciate such a muffled tone!” Alastor grinned and grabbed Husk, yanking him off his stomach and onto his back where he could hear his laughter and screams freely. “Think Hell would appreciate a different broadcast?” he teased.

“YOU BEHEHETTER FUCKING NOHOT!” the bartender yelped, horrified by the mere thought of it. He wouldn't put it past Alastor and that thought horrified him. He meowed loudly, much to Alastor’s delight, and attempted to batter the deer with his wing. The feather attacking him brought bright giggles from Alastor, whose appendages were having a hard time focusing now.

After a few moments of attempting to school his concentration back, Alastor managed to utilize even more of the tendrils and Husk found himself at the radio demon’s mercy as a few more of them drilled into the hollows of his wings. It was nearly overwhelming. Alastor never had the ability to attack so many spots at once.

Husk shrieked and flapped his wings desperately, the appendages battering more at the deer and flailing uselessly. He kicked his feet, raucous cackles and gruff laughter muffling into the floor. “AL NO! AL STOP STOP!” he pleaded, screaming when the radio demon only seemed to increase his ferocity.

Alastor was satisfied to watch his companion struggle, but when he noted Husk’s face starting to twist up in discomfort, the game lost its appeal. Bodily harm wasn’t what he was going for this time, so he stopped. It wouldn’t be as fun to hurt him this time around. It would ruin the spirit of their little game, and…Alastor found he rather enjoyed it.

Husk was intent to quickly scurry away before his boss changed his mind, but to his alarm, he found those tendrils winding around his arms. Panic prickled for an instant, but before Husk could really struggle he was yanked down onto the deer’s chest.

Crimson arms had enveloped him and for a moment the feline could just blink. This was even rarer than the past few minutes had been. Alastor did have a penchant for physical affection, but it never seemed genuine. Normally it was a gesture that could be used to degrade him, like the way he scratched his ears. An actual hug was rare.

Husk found his ears folding back blissfully and purrs rumbled, betraying the annoyed struggling he’d tried doing. At least he was pleased by the soft giggles that he got when his paws unconsciously kneaded the deer.

Try as he might to maintain a healthy professional distance from Alastor, he had a way of reeling him in, and trapping him in this strange little familial unit they had created. A family by chance, circumstance, and contracts. To an onlooker, he knew they looked like two dads and their daughter when they were out on a stroll. …Wasn’t far from the truth.. …Perhaps that’s one reason the chains hurt so bad sometimes, still feeling them tight in his subconscious.

No matter any affection that was exchanged between them both, or the better days they shared, those metal links would forever poison anything they could be. The thought was enough to sour Husk’s expression. Alastor noticed, and so in a last moment of daring cheek, feline instincts had him groom Alastor’s hair and face.

“Oh-eugh! Disgusting!” Alastor groaned, quick to shove his pesky cat to the ground and wipe the saliva off him. “You and your damn grooming. Sullying a good moment between us.”

It ain’t that that sullied it, Husk thought, but kept the bitter words to himself. Instead he sat up against the floor and smirked over. “Thinking of using your new playthings on Niff?” He was amused to see Alastor still toying with the tendrils like a child.

“Use what on me?” There their girl stood, with her adorable red bob of hair lopsided from sleeping on it as she rubbed her eye.

“Ohhh, just a fun little game!” Alastor looked at the little lady and gave a scheming smirk—the kind that had Husk’s stomach doing flips. “I’ll give you both ten seconds to get a headstart.” He grinned as his tendrils suddenly sprung out of the shadows, flicking and rippling through the air.

“Shit—move aside Niff!” Husk yelped as he skidded across the flooring, and Alastor was quick to give chase, the merriment drifting through out their manor.

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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Thanks for pointing that one out. He grimaced through his smirk, despising to be reminded of his near failure. No, he did fail. “That wasn’t your fault you silly girl. I…got close to death because I underestimated my opponent,” he told her sternly. “Not because of your doing.”

Surely he didn’t cut her this deep did he? He didn’t want the kid to change her entire personality because of one stupid mistake. “You weren’t stupid, you were merely a bit reckless. Watching your surroundings when you’re excited is all you need to do,” he stressed, trying to catch her chin in his hand to get her to look at him. “Nobody wants you to change who you are.”

Yes her naievety could be incredibly annoying and there were certainly things she could work on, but he didn’t want her to change completely. “I don’t want you to change based on a simple little blunder.”

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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He really wasn’t good at this sort of thing. It was tempting to just leave her to her own devices or get someone more comforting for her, but that would mean getting someone for the girl instead. He didn’t want to deal with an angel’s spear or…whatever Lucifer would cook up.

“Charlie my dear…if it weren’t for you and this hotel, Angel would have no place to stay. He would still be suffering every hour of the day at the hands of that scantily clad maggot. Husk would have eventually perished at the bottom of a bottle.” …Didn’t like thinking of that.

“And Pentious? Visibly, you gave him a purpose. You made him feel loved for the first time in his path-in his life. And your Father? That man would have eventually just…drowned under mountains of ducks. This hotel has given Vaggie a purpose as well. Helped her seek redemption. Niffty….well, she’d be happy anywhere, but.” He waved a hand dismissively. “You get it, dear. You have helped everyone, by being you.”

Please let this be enough. All this sap was making him want to vomit

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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”It’s the…mechanics of it I thought as a joke, not you,” he sighed. He supposed even he needed to begrudgingly amend that statement. “But…it doesn’t look it has been a joke, now has it? Even I must begrudgingly admit that.”

He tilted her chin up with his finger and looked at the fawn pointedly. “I didn’t think it was possible, what you’ve managed to do. Convince a bunch of wayward sinners to be out for more than themselves? How do you think you managed to survive Extermination night? You got everyone to want to fight for each other. They wouldn’t have done that initially, now would they?”

“As for crying over being yelled at , well…you and your father and Niffty have that in common!” He’d made Lucifer cry more than once. Only difference was he hadn’t felt bad.

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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Horns that kind of…stabbed his chin. He grimaced but said nothing about it. Fine, whatever, he deserved that he supposed.

Alastor didn’t allow the girl to pull away from him.He settled against the wall with the young girl in his arms, trying to figure out how to start this. He wasn’t one that was…good when it came to the comforting words. Easier to just embrace or tickle the girl, but he had a feeling he couldn’t get by with only that.

“…You know, life would probably be easier if you did temper your penchant for your childish enthusiasm at times, but it certainly wouldn’t be interesting,” he began. His fingers pulled out the ties of her braid absently, which had gotten quite messed up.

“After all, this hotel didn’t fall in love with a girl who is calm and collected, but the…childish bundle of energy always there to draw her little pictures for us, and burst into our rooms with song and dance. Jump on us while we’re walking through the halls. You bring….the sunshine, and if you weren’t the way you were, a dismal cloud would hang over this hotel. I certainly wouldn’t have any fun here if you weren’t this little ball of sunshine, and we wouldn’t be…”

His lips pursed begrudgingly, embarrassed to say it. “…Close.”

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this blog is primarily a fic and art blog but eh I might do some rps from time to time here.

it’s not my main rp blog, where you can find me insanely active on @damnedrainbows

but here’s where I’ll have my overly fluffy rps and tickle fights maybe lol

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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She was really hysterical, wasn’t she? Alastor felt his ears tilting back both at the shrill sounds of her anguish, and admittedly, concern. He didn’t hurt her that bad, did he?

He must have. She was so soft…this world was going to eat her up alive.

For now he focused on remedying the relationship he’d strained, and looked softly down at the girl. “Now…” he tutted, hands reaching down under her arms to pick her up. Not very becoming as a princess, now is it?”

His voice was almost affectionate, soft and soothing as he settled on the bed with her tucked in his arms and lap.

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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”Shut up!” Alastor hissed, his arms crossing as he stalked faster to her room. “It was Lucifer that made that tower.” ah yes any time Lucifer could be blamed he would.

Realizing his footsteps could be misconstrued as more anger, Alastor softened his footfall as he approached her door. She hadn’t even shut it, and it was easy for the deer to slip in.

He missed when hearing her sob used to make him giggle. Missed when he didn’t look down at her bawling form and feel…ugh, guilty.

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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He could already hear the girl’s anguish as he started down the hall. Oh unholy hell, he wasn’t even close to her room yet. Thank heavens no one was here to hear it.

Alastor looked over at his scowling shadow on the wall and growled. “Oh don’t look at me like that! You see I’m going after her, right?”

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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The girl had found herself settled into the niche of his heart where Niffty resided. Once words intended only to piss of her father, had become quite genuine over these many months.

‘I care for you just like a daughter I spawned…’ It was never supposed to be genuine. He had a little bug that already took that role and she was more than enough, yet Charlie had wriggled in where she had no business being. And yet…she was.

Alastor sighed as he picked up the charming drawing she!d made of the two of them and gently lay it back on the shelf. Then, hating himself, he started towards her bedroom.

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

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Alastor shook his head and resumed cleaning up his tower. He grumbled as he knelt next to the ruins of his favorite valuables. Technically he supposed he could have found a way to fix it with magic…but it was the principal of things!

That girl needs to learn to be much more careful around other people’s things! He told her to listen and she didn’t. She deserved what she got.

And yet as he ruminate in his anger, Alastor’s vermillion eyes fell upon a piece of paper that had fallen off of the shelf. One of the many drawings she had made him. The first drawing in fact, and he reached down to pick it up. “…”

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

@magicfeatherbean4

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Damnit… He hissed immediately to himself, which she probably misconstrued as even more anger to her. It was (begrudging) remorse for his choice of words.

Charlie was like her Father, to his knowledge, and reminded him of Niffty as well. Both their childish antics were often…incredibly endearing; truthfully it would be so boring if they did ‘act their age’. He regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Stupid brat and this stupid hotel…guilt never used to be a problem for him.

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

@magicfeatherbean4

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”Don’t-“ Alastor snarled as his tendrils shot towards the kid with the speed of an arrow. One of the leathery appendages steadied the shelf before more catastrophe could befall his fucking stuff, and the other one yanked the brat away from his valuables.

“What the HELL did I tell you?!” he spat in fury. Feedback broke every word with a vicious crackle.

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She lifted an arm as the tendrils shot towards her, she… she did know know why. She didn’t think he’d hurt her right? Not after everything they’d been through. But even still, she yelped in fear as she was pulled away from the wall and towards Alastor.

“I-I didn’t m-mean too!” She tried to say without losing her fragile composure. “I swear I’ll fix it! A-And I’ll get you a new shelf! O-One that’s more sturdy!”

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Alastor’s hand twitched in ill concealed fury, and with the urge to give the misbehaving little brat exactly what she deserved. If he wasn’t sure he’d weather something awful from Lucifer, he might have done it.

In fact his hand was already raising when he realized it and just furiously spun to the wreckage instead. “I told you to calm down! I told you to be careful around them! Those are antiques! When are you EVER going to act your age?!” he shouted at her, static making her hair stick on end.

No, pull it back. If he scared her too much word would get to the King. Alastor slid a hand down his face. “Get out.”

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The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

@magicfeatherbean4

[ticklytums]

”Don’t-“ Alastor snarled as his tendrils shot towards the kid with the speed of an arrow. One of the leathery appendages steadied the shelf before more catastrophe could befall his fucking stuff, and the other one yanked the brat away from his valuables.

“What the HELL did I tell you?!” he spat in fury. Feedback broke every word with a vicious crackle.

[ticklytums]

*

The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

@magicfeatherbean4

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Was he frightening the girl? Good. Alastor’s canines bared in fury, contemplating giving in to the brief urge of releasing his rage on her. He looked closer to her, the static sweeping the air.

And then another fucking radio fell!?

“CHARLOTTE MORNINGSTAR!”