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my congratulations on the offspring.

"Do not attempt to pass this up on me. I'm not the one who lays eggs!"

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Shit, he didn't account for this.

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"Stop! You violated the law. Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence. Your stolen goods are now forfeit." - oblivion guard anon

"And for my next act of wanton thievery I shall take your life!"

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👀 do you have a rut/heat? How often does it happen?

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

A cloud of static rolls off his body, snapping loudly in Hell's warm evening air. Eyes seem to be everywhere, down to the designs on the wallpaper and grooves on the wooden floor.

"Unfortunately." His mouth is full of fuzzy feedback, but still understandable due to his practiced annunciation.

"It is the worst side effect of my demon form. The timing is rather random. Is that all, or do you have more uncomfortable questions?

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arent you the one who kissed him first

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🖌 and/or ✎

send me ✎ ( pencil ) and I'll draw your muse!! send me 🖌 ( paint brush ) and my muse will draw yours!!

Alastor sucks at art so I did it

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YOLO!!! *pulls up his coat*

Well, there it is- a fluffy little deer tail the same color as Alastor's hair. The fur at the top is spackled black and the base is a faintly lighter color. It twitches as the cover of his coat is moved away.

"Your death will not be swift."

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Magic!Anon here to turn Alastor back into a human! ~☆

The response is immediate - like the worst case of vertigo in his entire life and afterlife that throws off his entire sense of being. An agonizing vice of a headache bears down like the teeth of a bear trap. Alastor is in so much pain that he fails to sense what is going on and does not realize the wrongness of the situation until the nausea dies down.

It's so... quiet. His static, the radio waves, his inherent and unfortunate ability to hear a pin drop in the next room - gone. It's like someone has stuffed his ears full of cotton, and as he reaches up to touch them he only finds empty space.

What.

He snaps his fingers, planning to produce a small mirror from his pocket dimension. An easy magical ability Alastor has had ever since he landed in Hell.

Nothing.

He can't even feel it. Where did it go? Where is his magic? He's hyperventilating - doesn't care as he stands abruptly, ignoring his body's protests to the sudden momentum. Alastor fumbles in his desk, searching for the small pocket mirror at the bottom. As his hand comes out, he can only stare dumbly.

No claws.

Caramel skin stares back at him, and little freckles dappled up his wrist. He's forgotten to breathe several times already as he turns the small mirror on himself.

A very familiar, very human, very alive man stares back at him. His eyes are not red but a deep brown. His ears sit on the sides of his head, and his hair is a rich black and slightly curly to frame his face.

He looks panicked - toned skin is pale with horror. It takes Alastor several moments to recall that this is him. That he is panicked, that he is... human? Alive?

He frowns.

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🚬

Send 🚬 for sender's muse to pluck receiver's cigarette out of their mouth.

He's in his usual spot nursing his second cup of coffee. The balcony of the hotel was quite peaceful in the mornings (as peaceful as Hell could be, at least). Alastor enjoyed his small moment of peace with a cigarette and the newspaper. The headlines are uninteresting as always, but he hates being caught out of the loop now that he's active in Hell once more.

He flicks the ashes into a shallow tray, meaning to bring it to his lips again when the weight of it suddenly vanished.

Confused, the deer demon immediately looks down. Had he dropped it? But no, sweet Niftty was standing there with it between her hands, her large eye watching him. He quirks a brow but holds his hand out toward her.

"Niffty, be a dear and return that, won't you? I assure you that the ashes are to be thrown away."

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hands over the horny bat here you'll need this--

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🚢

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: Complicated and sad - I like that in a ship

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🚢

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine (no hear me out-- Cal is sunshine boi) | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: Foster, pointing at Calloway's heart, trying to flirt: "Are you gonna eat that. Because I will." : )

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"Radio 's lame sauce, bruh. Can't even say fuck on there."

"You'd be surprised with what normally stoic and fearless Overlords say when their souls are being torn asunder! They say anything - nothing is censored, of course, it always ends in screams anyway!"

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how many shots to sleep with cal?

Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response!

"With Calloway? Two."

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how many shots to sleep with husk?

Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response!

"I imagine Husker himself would be properly inebriated for this to work? Five or six."