Hello, if you're still doing matchups, may I ask for a Hazbin Hotel please?
Name: Yue
Pronouns: she/her
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Hobbies/Interests: The occult, horror media, animals/nature, art (SFW/NSFW), reading, podcasting, & playing the ocarina
Favorite Color/Colors: Red, black, purple, & blue
5 Words your friends would use to describe you: Sassy, chill, creative, funny, & mom-like
Best feature: My green eyes
Favorite Food: Rare steak & sea food
Tell me about your personality: It takes a lot to set me off, but once angry, it's hard to get me to calm down. I'm an ambivert, introvert in private while extrovert when I do my horror podcasts. I go with the flow and am secure enough that I don't care if I come off as foolish. I have the mouth of a sailor and come off as too honest sometimes. I teeter between dark/macabre and cute. Organized chaos is my best friend lol.
Engram: The Charmer
Personality type (from the 16 personalities): Protagonist
Favorite Song: Poison By: Alice Cooper
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Thank you so much!
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Match: Alastor (Aka The Radio Demon)
He is slow to fall for you, but he does enjoy your presence, as you are one of the few people in the hotel who don't irritate or make him believe he has complete control over them.
He loves the challenge you pose to him. Initially, it bothered him, but something about your spark made him eager to get to know you on a more personal level.
When he learned about your podcasts, he knew a connection was blooming beyond what he and Rosie had. He was eager to learn about your broadcasts as much as he wanted to tell you about his.
Things were slow and steady for the most part. He was never one to push you, and honestly, as the gentleman he is, he lets you lead most things in the relationship.
He is content with your presence and sharing horror stories as you two work on your broadcasts, which you give to all of hell.
Between the two of you it doesn't take long before you two are the most feared in hell, taking no shit and owning what you have. Alastor couldn't be more smitten if he tried.
Hello :D, I was wondering if you would be able to do a match-up for me with the Love and Deepspace characters?
Name: Siren
Pronouns: she/her or she/they
Hobbies/Interests: (You don’t have to include all of these cause it’s a lot)
-I have been a dancer for 15 years, I’ve done ballet (not on point) for all those years plus Jazz and Competition team
-I do a bit of modeling for a photographer
-I love to crochet, play video games, and draw
-I am trying to learn German (school) and Brazilian Portuguese (family)
Favorite color: Red and Purple
Five traits from friends: sweet, funny, kind, sleepy, sassy
Best trait: I’m 6ft so that’s fun I guess (I can’t find tall pants 😭😭)
My personality: I would say I am nice but I can be sassy when I need to. I also have ADHD and I am level 1 on the spectrum for Autism (it’s a party in my brain). I’m generally pretty quiet with people I don’t know but opposite with friends and family.
16 personality thing: ISFP
Favorite Song: like JENNIE by Jennie, Igloo by KISS OF LIFE, or DENIAL IS A RIVER by Doechii
I am sorry if that was alot of information lol. Thank you for reading this and I hope your day/night/whatever time it is for you is going great :>. Please let me know if I forgot anything.
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Match: Rafayel (aka The Artist)
He fell for you the minute he met you. Someone so cute and shy made him instantly know you would be all his. Not to mention your massive amounts of creativity, which sparked his curiosity.
He loves using you as an excuse for why he can't attend any essential functions or events. He is adamant that he needs to stay home with you because it's safer for you and him than being around all those big 'art' enthusiasts.
When you get comfortable around him, talk nonstop, and share ideas, it's a big social awakening for him. He likes it, though, because it also helps him find his creative flow.
His favorite thing to do is watch you dance. He has never painted so fast and directly in his life. Something about your movements, though, captivates him as he works on the canvas before him.
He even suggested a date night in which he put a sheet down and you two dance along it to create, in his words, "the perfect masterpiece."
He's clingy, so doing anything together instantly brings him joy. Any hobby of yours slowly becomes a hobby of his, even if he isn't good at it, which let's be honest, he is an artist, he is good at a lot of things
Hi, Could you make a match up with a character from fandom Hazbin Hotel?
Name: Gabry.
Pronouns: He/him.
Sexual Orientation: (I have no one, for now).
Hobbies/Interests: playing violin (I study it), reading and watching movies and TV series (mostly horror and sci-fi).
Favorite Color/Colors: dark blue, black, orange.
5 Words your friends would use to describe you: kind, transparent, reserved, sensitive, prickly.
Best feature: my dark brown short and fluffy hair.
Favorite Food: milk chocolate.
Something about my personality: I am shy and introvert. I am that kind of person than when I’m in a talking group, I could be quiet and if I want to say something, I say a few words. But when I am in a group where I feel fine, I can be silly and I tell jokes than I know they will be fun. I could be anxious when I must do something, like ask something to strangers or do something than I have never done before.
Personality type: INFJ-T
Favorite Song: Preludio from Partita No. 3 by J. S. Bach; crash by EDEN; Numb by Dotan; Blinding Lights by Weeknd.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.
I hope this is good enough.
Thank you and have a good day.
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Match: Emily (aka The Sweet Seraphim)
Emily adores you and everything you have to offer. She can not get enough of the softness that comes with being by your side. She would fight for you and so much more if you asked her to.
She fell for you when she heard you playing your violin. At first, she just enjoyed the soft melodies; however, watching you focus and work on your craft only made her heart flutter and her mind race.
She loves impromptu concerts with you. She will even sing if you play a song she knows the words too. It's like an unbreakable duo that the two of you make.
Emily is pretty out there, especially since she is the head of the welcome comity for heaven, but she also respects your boundaries and needs.
She really likes sneaking away and learning about sci-fi with you. She will tell you all about what Sera, her sister, has to say so she can laugh with you about how far off the truth is.
Horror isn't really her forte, but she will curl up with you and watch it for as long as she can just so she can spend some quality time with you.
She doesn't mind being the face of your relationship; she is already used to it with her sister. The difference is that, in her mind, you deserve kindness. She is content being the voice if she needs to be when you two are around those you don't feel comfortable with.
Overall, you two are compatible due to her kind, motherly nature and soft, loyal nature. She is happy being by your side and finding the light in life with you.
Hello! I'd like to ask for a Hazbin Hotel match up please! Here is my info!
Name: Nyx
Pronouns: They / She but all pronouns are fine!
Sexual Orientation: Panromantic demisexual with a preference for himbo or nerdy men
Hobbies/Interests: Video games, baking, horror, romance, writing, sorting things into categories, listening to music, and making slideshow games for my friends.
Favorite Color/Colors: Dark blue, black, gold, and silver
5 Words your friends would use to describe you: Motherly, shy, patient, nerdy, and quiet
Best feature: Physically, I think my eyes (they are a dark blue) or my freckles (I have thousands of them on my body) Personality wise, I'm someone people trust to talk to and help take care of everyone in my life
Favorite Food: Fish and Chips and Hot Choco
A lil about yourself/ Tell me about your personality: I'm an introvert with a slight stutter sometimes when overwhelmed, and can be easily tricked into trusting people or overworking myself to death. But I'm loyal to the bone and always willing to lend an ear. I can also yap a lot if my hyper fixations are mentioned
Engram: Individualist i think
Personality type (from the 16 personalities): Mediator
Favorite Song: Irish Eyes from Rose Betts
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Extra: I'm a horror and romance writer as while as a mortician, I'm Autistic and have ADHD, I'm an insomniac, and I'm probably chronic ill to an extent.
Thank you so much! If I missed any info, please just message me and I'll answer as soon as I can! Have a lovely day!
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Match: Adam (aka Dickmaster)
Adam may seem like a dick, okay, well, he is a dick; however, something about you makes this man melt in ways he never thought possible.
You came into his life, and he was smitten, ready to take you as his. However, he didn't realize how much he truly cherished you until it was too late, and he was in too deep.
He loves enjoying your hobbies with you, especially playing video games with some nice music playing in the background. He even likes playing his guitar for you while you lounge and play your games.
He is down for the ride when it comes to you and is loyal to a fault. He would tear heaven and hell apart for you if you asked. So try to be a little careful with your choice of wording around him.
When he first met you, pushing you out of your comfort zone entertained him. Now he does it to help you grow, but he will also hear your desires and keep you to himself if things become too much.
If you are ever down, sick, or even just need a little pick-me-up, he is one to make you homemade food/drink. Adam loves pampering those he cares deeply for, so you shall receive some nice, thick hot chocolate whenever you are in need of it.
He never understood people who wrote. Eve was always the one who wrote things down, and now that you are in his life, it seems you are the same way. However, when you explained writing to him and how it affects you, he quickly got into it. Now, he is eager to be the first to read your works.
Overall, you two are a compatible match. Where you are soft and shy, Adam is loud and boisterous. However, you two meet in the middle often, and he does nothing but pamper you in hopes of showing you he deserves you.
Hi, I'd love a Love and Deep Space match up if that's possible? If not, I'd also love an Obey Me or BG3 match up!
Name: Toby
Pronouns: he/they (afab transmac enby)
Sexual orientation: demi-pansexual/romantic
Hobbies: i love to cook, bake, crochet, craft in general, game and learn new things! I love watching YouTube documentaries about various things and often do deep dives into weird topics in my spare time - I also love to read and write when the dyslexia decides to behave itself
Favourite colour: Green, in pretty much all shades
5 words my friends would use to describe me: kind, loving, maternal, passionate, funny and sarcastic (sorry, I couldn't pick which one to drop 😅)
Best feature: my loyalty and creativity
Favourite food: sushi, ice cream, burgers and most pasta or Japanese dishes
Lil about myself: I was a nurse for a little bit but I'm currently disabled due to my asd, adhd and c-ptsd plus my chronic pain. I'm currently at uni studying history, English and Japanese and I'm thinking about moving to work in a museum space once I've finished. I have a dog who I'm training to be my service animal and 3 cats and a big animal lover. I also want to learn sign language down the track as well as write my own novel
Engram: type 2 wing 1
Personality type: INFP-T
Favourite song: Would Fall In Love With You and The Challenge from Epic the Musical
Zodiac: Cancer
Hope that's enough info! Please disregard if you don't wish to do it/I've misunderstood something 😊 thanks! 💚💚
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Match: Xavier (aka Lumiere)
From the get-go, Xavier was smitten with you, enjoying your warm and caring personality.
He may be a sleepy boy, but he loves to dedicate his waking hours to you.
When he sees you doing arts and crafts, he is eager to learn, but like a cat, he will mostly just lay his head on your lap and watch you work until he falls asleep.
His favorite hobby, however, is cooking with you. He believes a good meal will help you both mentally as well as physically. However, he will never turn down having a nice bonding moment in the kitchen.
Before you, his fridge was bare because he didn't see the need to have food around if he could pick something up, but something about the food you make for him or you two make together just warms his heart.
He is a little aloof, but he tries his best to show you how much he cares about you, especially by helping you with your pain management and small things that will make your daily life easier.
He will support you in any choice and decision you make, ready to help you achieve your dreams and wishes. Just don't forget that he is waiting for you and needs attention, too.
Overall you two are a compatible match working in sync to care and help one another. Where Xavier is aloof and forgetful at times you help balance him out so he is more present with day to day life.
Please take this man to build a bear right now. He is begging you. Lucifer loves squishy, soft, fuzzy things, second only to loving you.
He would especially love it if you two built bears for each other. He thinks the surprise is the best part since he wants to know how you view him.
To my knowledge, they do not sell duck build a bears, but hey, Lucifer can adapt like any grown demon can and will just make a cat like Keekee
If he is making a bear for you, be prepared for it to be decked out in the finest build-a-bear swag that the store can offer.
This man performs the full build-a-bear ritual every time, from the stuffing song to the heart rubbing. He will do everything to ensure you have the best bear possible.
Don't even get me started if Lucifer learns about the Build a Bear after-hours sections. He will definitely add a few spicy objects just to see you blush.
Overall, he just loves the wholesome experience with you and wants to enjoy a nice date with someone he cares deeply about.
Be careful, though, because before you know it, there is a plethora of build-a-bear stuffies now filling your house.
Oh, and for sure, later after your date, you two are decking out your bear's houses with some paints and markers while watching cheesey rom-coms
(Should I do build a bear with the other characters?)
Based on the prompt idea @cosmiiwrites made here. I happily offer myself up as the degen willing to write this!
TW: SMUT!, Age gap!, P in V, Fingering, Voyeurism
IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT
Abel knows he’s too soft and inexperienced with sex. He knows he won’t know how to please you properly, no matter how much porn Cane shows him on the side. He knows he can’t possibly do things right with you, knowing you’ve done this all before with other men who were more prominent and more knowledgeable than him. However, God does he wish to please you and make you see stars like all the novels he reads say. He wants to treat you how you deserve to be treated in bed. He never thought he’d be so desperate to fuck someone good and hard like he does with you.
Abel went to the one man who taught him everything he knew…Adam. The one man who knew all the right ways to please a woman properly, he was the first man, after all. He asks Adam to show him how to care for you when you two head to bed. He tells Adam he doesn't know how to care for someone else's needs, at least with someone so experienced like you. He tells Adam he needs to be instructed and to see how he should work to keep you both romantically and sexually.
You’re nervous at first, thinking it’s an insane idea. Who in their right mind would agree to have their boyfriend fuck them right in front of their father. However, you can’t hide the wetness along your panties as you sit on Abel’s lap, back pressed against his chest, legs spread over his thick thighs, his soft knuckle dragging down your warmth. Adam sits back in his chair, telling Abel exactly how to move his fingers, paying close attention to your body's minuscule movements, the way your brows furrow when Abel moves a certain way, or your eyelashes flutter even the way your breath hitches and the slight parting of your lips.
This was supposed to be a strictly hands-off lesson for Adam, who was just sitting and talking to his son about how to please you. However, watching Abel fumble around your folds, unable to maintain the speed you needed, keeping you from reaching your orgasm, had Adam on edge.
Adam leaned forward, rolling his chair with him, and told Abel to stop a soft whine leaving your parted lips from the lack of friction. Then, the unexpected happened: Adam told him to watch and pay close attention. Adam tears your panties off, and your eyes go wide at the contact with the cold air. You swallow, expecting Abel to be mad, frustrated, and scared, but his hands only settle around you, and he takes notes as he watches his father work on your pussy.
Adam runs his thumb up your slit, circling your aching clit, and tells Abel to hold your thighs apart wider when you unconsciously try to clench them at the touch. Just as you were getting used to Adam's assault on your clit his finger began to sink into you, leaving your head falling back against Abel’s chest, eyes shut tight as you pant. You can't help but moan at how large Adam's finger is, and you feel Abel harden beneath you. “How are you feeling bitch?” Adam asks you. You babble out incoherently, your mind going blank as Adam adds a second finger and smirks at your response.
It slowly becomes too much, Adam’s fingers thrusting in and out of you, his other hand now rubbing your clit just right, Abel’s fingers digging into the softness of your thighs as he forces them apart wider and wider for his father. “Oh Fuck” you slur, “I’m gonna…“ Adam smirks, his eyes lighting up as he watches you orgasm, your body clenching around his fingers shoved deep in your heat.
"That’s it slut. You like having your boyfriend's dad fuck you," You shiver at Adam’s words as he looks up at Abel. “You gotta talk the girls through their orgasm. It seems yours likes being called names,” Adam tells Abel. You're still shaking, and Abel rubs his hands over your exposed skin. "That’s it, princess. Did my dad make you feel that good? Next time, it’ll be me making you purr," he says, kissing the side of your neck as he speaks.
"She is hot as fuck when she cums. You picked a good one," Adam spoke out, his fingers leaving you empty and clenching on nothing. You steady your breathing, coming down from your incredible high, completely limp in Abel’s arms. Adam can see Abel’s eyes show desire but fear, his pupils blown wide, but an unsteady look covers his face.
Adam knows Abel doesn't know how to fuck a woman properly. Eve ensured her precious baby boy was never exposed to his father's antics. Adam sees the feral need in Abel’s eyes to ram himself into you, but the fear that he will mess up is more present. "Are you gonna try fucking her now?" Adam asks.
Abel releases a shaky breath, his hips beginning to buck up against your ass. He knows he would only mess up or hurt you since what Able lacked in size; he made up for in girth. "I’m not sure I will be able to, Pa," whispered Abel.
Adam sighs, shaking his head, sitting back in thought, his eyes roaming over your spent body leaking your milky cum. Suddenly, you feel shy, wanting to close your legs at the heated gazes that both men are giving you, but Abel’s arms tighten on your thighs, leaving you wide open. "I could start her off, get her nice and wet for you, so all you have to do is slip in and pound her," Adam finally spoke after several minutes of them just watching your sloppy cunt.
Abel grinds up against you, a deep sigh leaving him, his left hand sliding into your hair and turning you to face him so he can kiss you. Your eyes flutter at the stark contrast of how delicate Abel is with you. "You okay with my dad preparing you for me, lover?" Abel asks against your puffy kiss and bruised lips.
"Don’t you want to fuck me, Abey?" you stutter when you answer.
"Yes, baby, I do, but I am afraid I would ruin our first time; I have never been with a girl, and I want you to feel everything properly." He looked at you with soft puppy eyes as he was so sincere about wanting you to feel good, even if it wasn’t by his hand alone.
You swallow the growing saliva in your mouth and nod softly to him in confirmation; Abel’s hands leave your hair and thigh, pawing at your clothed chest, asking nicely through body language to take it off of you. You nod and comply easily, and your shirt comes off. You look between the two men you are with and speak softly. "Okay, I will do it."
Adam smirked, stood from his chair, and began to undo his robes. "Good Girl, you are a slut, and here I learn my son likes to watch," Adam motions to the bed in the room. “Come get on this bed for me and spread your legs, let’s give Abel here a good show on how to fuck a bitch.”
You’re nervous as you stand up, body on full display for both men. You look back at Abel, but he only motions you gently with his head to follow his dad, urging you to get up and do as you were told. You sigh softly and nod with bare, shaky legs; you walk to the bed, Abel’s hands lingering on your body until you step out of his reach.
The robes hitting the floor made you freeze as you looked over Adam’s body. He was far bigger than your boyfriend was, but his dick wasn’t as girthy. Were you really going to do this in front of Abel? Let Adam, his father, fuck you in your boyfriend's house while he watches? You grew nervous that this would change your relationship and perspective forever. Having Adam watch while Abel tried to please you was one thing, but having Adam balls deep in your pussy while Abel pleasured himself was another.
Adam’s eyes trace your naked figure as you approach, the cool air making your nipples perk up. Adam motions to you, then the bed, a smirk growing on his face. You slip past Adam and feel his hands grab onto the fat of your ass, reposting you so you are on full display to Abel. Adam leans forward, his hands gripping either side of the headboard, caging you in. “You scared that you will like the first dick more than my sons? It’s alright if you do; I’ll train Abel up good and well to fuck you even with what he does have.”
You nod, unable to form coherent words. You hear Abel shifting in his seat and the sound of his robes coming loose. However, you’re too drawn into Adam to dare risk a glimpse at your boyfriend's manhood. Slowly, Adam runs a hand down your body, and one of his fingers slips between your legs once again, dragging through your core and making you whimper. “Damn, babe, came so hard earlier that you still have so much left, making you nice and ready for me, yeah?” Adam looks over his shoulder at Abel. “Now, before you go fucking her son, you gotta make sure she is nice and wet, luckily your dad here is a wizard with his finger, and she is still soaking, but you can also use your mouth and devour her juices to help get her wet too, understood?”
Abel lets out a soft whine and then groans of understanding at his dad's words. You lay flat against the bed as Adam finds purchase between your legs, his cock dangerously close to your womanhood. To say you were embarrassed was an understatement, as Adam practically drooled at the sight of you. Adam takes his cock in his hand and strokes himself gently as he keeps working your pussy with his other hand, his thumb circling your clit before you feel the head of his cock on your entrance.
The way Adam’s pressed against you has your mouth watering. Just with his cock hovering above you, it was easy to tell he would be kissing your cervix. You gulped and looked up at Adam’s eyes, his grin only widening when he caught on to the thoughts in your head. “Yeah, bitch you will have a nice bludge in that tummy when I am in ya.”
You turn your head to look at Abel, your eyes widening, and your heart races, witnessing the sight before you. Abel has his short girthy cock out and is stroking himself as he watches you and his father. “Now pay attention, kid,” Adam says to Abel. “We are gonna take things nice and slow at first, got it.”
Adam edges himself inside you, and you immediately whine, your legs flying up from the bed and clinging around Adam’s waist, your instincts kicking in with how deep this man's dick is already going. This only seems to incite him further, Adam laughing softly as he grunts, making his way deep inside of you.
“That’s it, whore,” Adam speaks slowly as he takes an excruciatingly long time edging his cock inside you, small strokes back and forth, going a little bit deeper each time. You squeeze your eyes shut as Adam works his way in. He was huge, and when you looked down, there was a stomach bulge. The sight only caused you to squeeze down tighter on the man as he pushed into you.
Your eyes flutter, your lips parted, and your face flushed as you take in all Adam has to offer. Adam grins before glancing over at Abel and gesturing his head toward the other side of the bed where your chest was exposed. You hear Abel shuffle and move across the floor; you feel his presence next to you. “Now, kid, you’re gonna touch her exactly how I showed you earlier,” Adam demanded.
Abel’s fingers are on you, sliding along the top of your bust, lightly feathering your exposed skin. His hands are soft and calm as he wraps them around your mounds, and the sweet little sounds he makes only edge you on further. Abel gropes your chest, and you squirm at his aggressive touch. Abel smirks, moving on to your nipples, pinching and pulling gently till you moan, and Adam uses that as his chance to begin thrusting hard inside of you.
You’re so distracted by Abel's touch that you don’t realize Adam’s harsh movement until he sheathes himself to the hilt inside you again. You yelp, your eyes widening. “Damn bitch you’re so tight, fuck” Adam slurs. Abel releases your breast, your chest likely red and marked, and he pulls his cock free, stroking it. You turn to look, flustered, as Abel works himself, his cock right beside your head, his eyes dancing between where his father's cock is buried deep inside you and your glistening eyes. Adam tucks your hair behind your ear, his hand caressing the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him as he rocks his hips against you harder and harder.
Abel tries his best to pay attention, but fuck, watching you whimper and whine like that is driving him mad. “You are doing such a good job for us, princess,” Abel says above you. Your eyes meet his, and you’re forced to let out a moan as Adam begins to rub your clit. “You look just how you did with his fingers; you're going to cum on my dad’s cock?” his words enticing, like he’s getting just as much pleasure out of this as you. You nod, your hands reaching above your head to grip the edge of the headboard. “That’s my good girl,” Abel praises.
“Are you going to let me fill this pretty pussy up bitch?” Adam asks. He seems so confident, but you can hear how he’s losing himself and desperate for your tightness. You tell him yes, your words clipping on a whimper, and Adam begins to rub circles on your clit faster, needing to feel you clench down on him harder.
You cry out, your walls clamping down, fluttering rapidly, and Adam groans loudly, swearing and cursing as he empties himself inside you. Then you feel it, something warm sliding down your breasts. Abel has one hand gripping the headboard, the other still on his cock, his cum now painted across your chest. You can’t help the wave of ecstasy that fills you when you see it.
Adam gently pulls out, muttering something to Abel about how to be soft when leaving a woman's body. You feel liquid gush out of you and drip down your ass and onto the bed; your brain is in a haze as you look up at the two men who just used you.
Adam helps you sit up, mumbling about how well you did, how good you felt, how much of a slut you were for him. You’re confident that, at this point, Adam will show Abel how to care for you afterward, how to carry you to the bathroom, and how to help you put on some warm clothes. However, instead, he says something that makes the fog dissipate from your mind and electricity enter your pussy. Adam smirks at Abel, “Why don’t you show Pop's everything you just learned?”
"We are Just Friends" "Just friends I thought I was your wife"
Hazbin Men x Reader
Guess who's baaaaaack, it's ya fav writer Luna, whoot whoot
Lucifer
He was over the moon the first time someone mistook you two for a couple. He really thought it was his time to shine next to you, only for you to deny it right in front of him.
As the two of you grew closer and closer, the more 'friend' things you did, the more it looked like a 'couple' thing, from cuddling on the couch to holding hands at the mall.
When your actual friends started calling you a couple, he knew something was up. Not only do you tell your friends everything, but the giggles and pointing really laid it in for him that you may have some feelings.
By the time you were out in public again and you got called a couple he was quick to interject in the conversation to make sure it was clear that you two were actually a couple.
When you questioned him about it he was all smiles and giggles. It went a lil something like this:
You had pulled Lucifer from the man talking to you just moments ago. "Lucifer, what the heck? We aren't even dating."
He just smiled at you and shrugged, pulling you close to himself. "Well, to me, this looks like a date, a pretty person out and about with a pretty handsome devil."
You slapped his arm and rolled your eyes, trying to get the previous man's attention to let him know you were just friends. Then Lucifer chimed in, "Just friends, Y/N. You wound me. I thought I was your husband."
Needless to say, this whole interaction definitely helped you two confess your underlying feelings and start actually dating. So, there was a lot of good to come from some silly shenanigans.
Adam
Initially, he was against anything tying you two together. I mean, come on, he is the first dick. After all, he can have anyone he wants. Until he started catching real feelings for you.
When it was mistaken that you two were a couple after he started falling for you, he would loudly proclaim he was your husband, and you would just laugh and giggle.
Sometimes, you would correct him, especially in front of the seraphim or executioners, that you were just friends, but Adam was always there to tell everyone he was your husband.
He only saw hope that you would drop the foolish idea that you weren't his when you blushed at him, grabbing your hand and telling a winner about how he married you not too long ago.
The last time that you tried to correct someone on your and Adam's relationship, it went a little like this:
You shook your head, giggling at Adam's antics, and looked at Sera. "We are not married, I have no ring, and I am single."
Adam gasped and summoned a hundred different rings. "That's okay bitch. I can fix that. Take your pick. I am the first man, after all."
You blushed and shook your head, telling Sera you were close friends. Her knowing eyes read you like a book on how much you wanted to be more. Then Adam jumped in. "Babes, we're just friends. Are you serious? I am your husband; just let it happen, please."
Shortly after this incident, Sera had a long talk with Adam about how he should ask to be your boyfriend first, then maybe move on up to husband status.
Vox
He was content having you around, even if it stung every time you called him just your friend. He was happy he had a friend who genuinely cared.
He would, however, pout and give you too much space and distance when you would correct people that you were just friends. He wasn't petty, no, never. He just cared about you not being mistaken and not making you uncomfortable.
It was brought to his attention by the other Vees that you and he were uncharacteristically close for people deeming themselves "just friends." You two were glued to each other, giggling and bringing out your best selves.
When he realized this, he slowly stopped correcting people and would even butt in before you could correct them, just letting all of hell slowly think you and Vox were together.
The last time you ever corrected someone that you and Vox were just friends went a little like this:
You were watching one of Vox's live streams and saw an influx of messages asking where you were and when you two started dating. You sighed. "We are not dating. We are just friends!"
Vox short-circuited and turned to look at you. Quickly, he dragged you to his lap, setting you down and hugging you in front of everyone. "They are shy and don't want you all to know I am their husband."
You gasped and blushed brightly, trying to pry yourself out of Vox's grasp, but he held you tight and laughed with a big, bright smile.
Once the stream was over, a lengthy discussion ensued about the meanness of messing with one's emotions. Only then did you realize no feelings were messed with, and Vox was dead serious.
Alastor
With Alastor, it was all on the flip side. He was adamant that you two were just friends—good, good friends. However, you always longed for more and were hurt when the words left his lips.
He somehow always managed to miss your pouts and groans whenever the situation seemed to care how it affected you when he harshly told the world that all you were was a friend.
You found it hard to believe that you two were just friends when you did so much together, more than he and Rosie. You were always in his studio, sitting right next to him as he required while drinking tea that he especially makes for you and no one else.
You finally caved in and spoke to Rosie about the mixed signals her best friend was giving you, only for her to reconfirm your suspicions that no one else entirely lived in Alastors heart like you did.
The last time you let him ever call you just friends went a little like this:
Rosie sat across from you two as Alastor made your tea, a knowing look on her face. Before she spoke, you knew she would make the comment you always dreamed about your and Alastor's relationship. Sure enough, Alastor was quick to respond, "Rosie, dear, we are just friends. How many times do I have to tell you?"
Alastor's crisp voice rang out, and you were distraught. However, you had other ideas. You gently touched Alastors hand and smiled at Rosie. "Oh, he is too shy to admit he has a partner now."
The blush that reached both of your faces was priceless as you two looked at one another, and Alastor froze, spilling tea everywhere.
After your tea party, you sat down in Alastor's recording studio to discuss the intricacies of your relationship. As soon as Alastor finally admitted to his feelings, it just so happened that he 'accidentally' broadcasted your confessions live for all to hear.
Hello, my name is Luna; I have gone by Luna for ages and have been friends with some fantastic artists here on Tumblr. One artist is @heart-of-the-morningstar
A few days ago, it was brought to our attention as a friend group that someone had reposted her entire work, and only in the small author note pointed out it was hers, and they were only doing this because the account has errors (Which it doesn't but we will get into that later)
The account in question for doing this is known as @luna-naoffcial
Now, from one Luna to another, stealing other authors' writing, purposefully taking art, and getting rid of the artist's watermark is wrong.
I have compiled a long list of proof of all the transgressions and my own personal grievances regarding what has happened and continues to happen in the artist community.
First off, story stealing:
To accomplish this, I went through every single story and copied not only the summary that this person wrote on their master list but also the first few lines of the text.
With this, I placed it in a Google reverse engine search and managed to find the accounts with the actual stories, all of which, from my understanding, do not belong to @luna-naoffcial.
I would like to dive into the 'apology' given out and the oddities I have found.
I don't know how many people on Tumblr are familiar with the Cait Corrian drama that happened a few years ago.
She was found creating many fake accounts on GoodReads and trying to ruin the chances of her other YA Authors' getting accredited.
She is also notorious for making fake discord messages to try and cover up her deciete
I post this specific account of the story and these screenshots to highlight the oddities of the following messages shared between @luna-naoffcial and her 'friend' @lia65lana towards a third individual named Kate. What is off to me is that there are a lot of odd things involved in this message exchange
For example, Lia is messaging Kate off Luna's account. Why not off your own account? On top of that, why is Kate on Luna's account? I trust many of my friends but would not hand over my account.
This conversation thread looks very similar to the Cait Corrians. Not only that, but the people in the conversation sound and talk very similarly. The grammar, spelling errors, and odd placement of some nouns and verbs are fluid between all 'three' people.
However, I am willing to step back and say it could be a dialect thing, as when I look at the @luna-naofficial account, my Google Translate automatically wants to translate from Mandarin.
What really struck me as odd however was the responses that both accounts posted as apologies
Lia's account is red, and as we have seen, Luna's is green.
Both accounts posted the EXACT SAME MESSAGES. Only Luna's had an additional ending.
As I was investigating for my friend, it changed again
Again, many of these messages don't fully make sense. There are many grammatical and spelling errors, all very similar to the original picture I added first. All of these 'three' people sound, talk, and make the same errors in all the same ways.
I would like to play the benefit of the doubt. In these messages, there is talk of depression, death, and anxiety, all things I personally also struggle with and I understand are hard. However, they are not excuses for purposefully stealing other people's hard work and taking credit for them.
You blatantly take credit for others' work, which is wrong and disheartening.
Side note @alastorsmiles1930: The response and messages are also odd and read the same as all these others. This account is also the ONLY account that followed @heart-of-the-morningstar and the others in my friend group. I want to point this oddity out however I hope you are just an innocent bystander
From one Luna to another, please stop this and apologize. Not just to @heart-of-the-morningstar but to everyone you have been stealing from.
Just a friendly reminder that there is never an excuse to harass or be mean to other people. I have been made aware of the @luna-naoffical being deleted!
HOWEVER, I am not Luna Na Official. I am a completely different Luna, and some of the Dms, Asks, and other things that have been coming my way are very disturbing.
I understand art theft is bad, and I will stand by stopping Art theft; however, some of the things being sent my way due to people thinking I am the same Luna has me quite disheartened.
I have been on hiatus for some time due to health and work, and coming back to this was jarring and confusing. Please be careful with your words and your actions.
Love my moons
Disclaimer: All 'tweets' are fake and made by me. The words/tweets I do are a combination of my own and ones I find on Pinterest and Ifunny. If you know the actual creators or those who made some jokes, please DM me so I can credit them. Thank you!
I'd like to request something if they are open/when they open again and it can be smut and or angst! Or sfw! Haha
I'd like to imagine the reader antagonizing Alastor.. it's going much like this:
"Dear, I will ask you for the last time. Please, STOP. Before you regret the next words that come out of that mouth."
Reader "oh yeah, or else what?"
And Alastor takes the reader and halls them off somewhere secluded and make them regret every words they ever said.
I hope I did this justice. This is just a reminder to everyone: It is also on my boundaries list, but I do not write smut for Anon. If you request smut, I need to see that your account is over 18. Here is a little fluffy moment, however.
TW: Boundaries, tickles, comfort, fluff, goofing off
One bad truth-or-dare game with Angel put you in the spot you were in. You were now seated across from Alastor, doing everything in your power to mess with him.
Yes, you were his dutiful partner, someone who doted on him and normally respected his boundaries, but it was no lie. The hotel was enamored by how far you could truly go before pissing off Alastor.
Everything started small, from speaking while he was reading to poking him while he was busy. You made it your goal to see just how far you could push your partner's buttons before things got out of hand.
You had only done this once before, and it was in the privacy of your own room together. Never had you been so stupid as to mess with Alastor out in public where the whole hotel could see. Yes, it was understood you two were dating, but this was new stupid for you.
He remained calm and composed throughout most of it. He knew from the shadows that you were doing this for a stupid game with the others in the hotel. However, his patience was growing thinner and thinner the longer you kept going.
By hour four of your nagging and unwarranted touches, he was clenching his paper tightly, eye twitching. However, he was not going to give you or the hotel the satisfaction of his lashing out in public. No, he was going to wait until you two were in private to actually handle your actions.
However, he was not expecting what you would do next. Once your actions of poking and talking didn’t rile up Alastor, you moved to the next best thing. You hop in his lap and make yourself comfortable. —something you only ever did in the privacy of your rooms.
Holding back laughter, you clung to him and watched as he tensed. You knew a lot of food and apologies would be given after this. You hated making him uncomfortable, but you were also eager to win the stupid game.
As you sat on Alastor, however, you noticed he began to relax and return to his reading. You were shocked he willingly let you show off your relationship in front of others. Who was this man? What did he do with your Al?
Sighing, you had one last stop left on the train of pissing off Alastor. Smirking to yourself, you repositioned yourself to face him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, mimicking a hug. As your arms wrapped around his neck, you giggled softly. Alastors ears twitched gently at your actions.
"Dear, I will ask you for the last time. Please, STOP. Before you regret the next actions that come from your pretty little mind."
You smiled innocently and looked down at him from your position. Hugging him close, you spoke gently.
"oh yeah, or else what?"
As the words left your lips, your hands found purchase in his fluffy ears. His whole body went stiff as he sighed. Setting his paper down, he stood, hoisting you up, and spoke calmly and clearly to everyone in the room.
“Might I suggest next time you all play a stupid game that you do not involve me in it whatsoever”
He gently took you to his room and sat you on the bed. You pouted, afraid that he was angry at you. However, what was unexpected was the onslaught of his shadows hovering around you. Worried, you looked up at Alastor.
“I- I’m sorry Alastor…I didn’t mean to go that far…”
He smirked and shook his head, holding his hand up to the shadows.
“Didn’t mean to…love you had the idea from the start.”
Alastor moved in closer, looming over you. You were sure that your relationship was over, that you crossed a boundary, and he was beyond pissed at you. However, you didn’t expect the gentle touches from some of the shadows, leading to sharp giggles from you.
Looking up at Alastor, you realize he wasn’t breaking up with you. He was punishing you. He let his hand fall as giggles and laughter filled the air. Alastor had sent his shadows out to tickle you as penance for your previous act. You only hoped the cuddles after your punishment would be well worth it.
This is part 2 of the story Tears To Shead. Sally's Song by Amy Lee
TW: Violence, unrequited love, heartbreak, self injury (reader uses her banshee powers against herself), the executions
Years have flown by since you unleashed chaos upon Hell with your Banshee powers, manipulated by Alastor's manipulation. Deep down, you always knew he would disappear the moment he had the chance. While you led infernal wars, he stirred up trouble on Earth. But fate has a twisted sense of humor—Alastor eventually fell too, joining you in the depths of Hell.
Alastor, as if born of this realm, wielded powers that matched the most formidable beings in Hell. Meanwhile, you rose in prominence, becoming the trusted right hand of Lilith and Lucifer. You were their go-to strategist, granted the privilege to navigate the rings of Hell alongside them. Your wardrobe transformed from stark silver and blue to a vibrant tapestry of colors, a whimsical patchwork dress that reflected your new status.
When you heard about Alastor’s demise, you held onto the hope that you’d never see him again. The thought of facing him and revisiting old heartaches was unbearable. Yet, cruelly, fate had other plans. Alastor reentered your life, and a tentative friendship began to blossom amid the chaos of Hell. You, now a key advisor, and he, a resurrected overlord, bonded as you both tried to prove your worth to the community.
Years of solitude turned into years filled with laughter and camaraderie. Alastor found a new place in your heart, a place you were too scared to acknowledge for fear of rejection. You had watched him turn away so many suitors, and the thought of being another disappointment paralyzed you.
As Alastor climbed the ranks, a madness began to envelop him—a stark reminder of the man you first met. You could sense the darkness creeping in, the spark of insanity igniting his ambition. While you earned respect as a natural leader, especially as Lilith grew more despondent, Alastor’s descent into chaos deepened.
In a manic frenzy, he confided in you his grand designs to overthrow Lucifer and Lilith. He envisioned himself as the ruler of Hell, and his laughter echoed with a madness that sent chills down your spine. You recognized that look all too well—the harbinger of an overlord's inevitable fall.
You begged him to reconsider, to take a step back. But your words fell on deaf ears; he saw your concern as a hindrance. As tensions escalated toward a catastrophic clash, you knew that with his shadows and your Banshee wail, Hell would tremble under the weight of your conflict.
New sorrow washed over you. It became painfully clear that you and Alastor were not meant to be. No matter how hard you tried to carve out a future together, his relentless thirst for power overshadowed any chance for love or companionship.
Yet, your feelings for him lingered—a bittersweet ache as you watched him chase his destructive ambitions. You remained a quiet observer, mourning the man he once was while he sought supremacy over Lucifer. Each step he took toward ambition felt like a dagger to your heart, a silent lament echoing in your soul.
As you followed his trail of devastation, you sang a haunting melody that intertwined with your grief: “I sense there’s something in the wind that feels like tragedy’s at hand, and though I’d like to stand by him, I can’t shake this feeling that I have.” Your skin, once vibrant with color, dulled to an ashen gray, reflecting the weight of your sorrow.
When Alastor launched his assault on Lucifer’s castle, you felt a painful tug in your chest. With a single strike, Lucifer thwarted him, sending Alastor reeling back into the shadows. You reached out in vain, your heart breaking as he slipped away, determined to seize power once more. “The worst is just around the bend, and does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me?” The words echoed in your mind as despair consumed you.
In a desperate attempt to reach Alastor, you invited him back into your home, hoping that a touch of care might spark some reason in him. You prepared a feast, doting on him as you once had, trying to recall the warmth of your past camaraderie. “Try as I may, it doesn’t last. Will we ever end up together?” you wondered aloud, offering him a boon: if he would only cease his relentless quest for power, you would provide him with this nurturing life every day.
But instead of gratitude, you faced his fury—not at your affection, but at your opposition to his ambitions fueled him. He scoffed at your bold request and, with a bitter laugh, stormed out, leaving you feeling empty. As he departed, you sensed your essence fading, your song slipping further into despair.
The arrival of the executioners filled you with a chilling dread. Like Lucifer’s family, you found a semblance of safety within your walls, but your heart ached with worry for Alastor. Once the chaos settled, his anguished cries echoed in the distance—yet again thwarted by Lucifer, even amid the brutal executions. “No, I think not, it’s never to become…” you murmured, reaching out for him in vain.
When Alastor finally turned to you, the pain etched on his face cut deep, and he simply looked away. Each rejection felt like a dagger to your soul. As your powers surged within you, the weight of your sorrow transformed you. In that moment, you felt like a mere doll, your essence stripped away, a haunting reflection of love turned to anguish.
“For I am not the one…” you whispered, the truth settling heavily in your heart. You realized you would never be what Alastor truly needed. As the years rolled on, this reality became clearer: no matter how fiercely you cared, he would always seek something beyond your grasp. Seven years passed, and once again, he was lost to the very ambitions that had consumed him.
