#( faye. )

[ant1quarian]

✨Boops✨ you and your dog and your cat just cos

Leo meowed at me when I did it before scurrying off into the unknown abyss shrouded in shadows in search for the braincell that all ginger cats lack.

Faye tried to eat my finger, though I suppose that is to be expected, as she is simply a golden floofer.

[niieve]

open to: @richlust (muse of any gender) based on: plot in source

oh, no, no, no, this couldn't be happening. there was no way. out of all the actors in hollywood... them? seriously? just her luck. first day on the project, rearing to go, and bam, she'd walked right into her ex - almost quite literally, if a step back hadn't been taken in time. "what are you doing here?" okay, so it wasn't like she owned the set or anything, but... well, this was supposed to be her big break! her first leading role, and she wasn't going to let them of all people screw that up for her! whatever reason they had for interrupting her process better be a good one, and, more so, over quickly. "if you have some sort of apology or declaration of love to give me, can you just... hurry up and get it over with? i have a table read i need to get to."

[firewvlk]

@galaxydrcaming​ (for faye)

despite being an entire galaxy away from home, cal remained vigilant and careful of who knew what he was. after the empire turned on the jedi, it was just safer, for him, and those around him. even here, it was a hard habit to break, so any time he practiced his abilities, he made sure to do it far from the city and people. it was just him and bd as he worked on reassembling his lightsaber, until the droid decided to take off with a piece. ❝ bd, come back here, i need that. ❞ cal called out as he followed after him, only coming to a stop when he spotted a woman. had he not sensed the force swirling around her, he might’ve been more concerned. ❝ oh, hello, ❞ he greeted.

[begsfor]

[alastorss]

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

[rhera]

[ Know, then, this veil is a type and a symbol, and I am bound to wear it ever, both in light and darkness, in solitude and before the gaze of multitudes, and as with strangers, so with my familiar friends.

No mortal eye will see it withdrawn. This dismal shade must separate me from the world: ... ] — The Minister's Black Veil

Senso (1954) Inglourious Basterds (2009) Double Indemnity (1944) Anna Karenina (2012) Moulin Rouge! (2001) Sunset Boulevard (1950) Tess (1979) Ludwig (1973) Now, Voyager (1942) Chinatown (1974)

[siliconcat]

[dookred27]

Faye Reagan... Classic... 🔥👅♥️ #RedMenace

[sunsburns]

i’m so normal about this

[psykopaths]

Faye Valentine, (Cowboy Bebop, 1998)

[seikiro]

Blank the Series 2x3 - Part 3/3

[niieve]

“i believe you.” a bad idea, potentially, but that didn’t make it any less true. something inside her was convinced they were telling the truth, and following her gut instinct was something faye heavily believed in doing. “so... where do we go from here?” @ddreamkept​

[trans10s]

Aria Faye

[immloveanime]

Cowboy Bebop

[alastorss]

HAZBIN LOVE LANGUAGES

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ACTS OF SERVICE - ALASTOR

He's not good at being vulnerable, so acts of service are the only way he can tell you he cares. He's a gentleman through and through, always making sure you're safe and happy. Alastor has gotten used to moving you to the inside of the sidewalk when you join him on his strolls, standing in front of you when drunks approach, even making sure your clothes are folded. He isn't the nicest with his words, and he honestly kind of hates being touched, so he tries his best to do whatever he can to make you happy the only way he knows how. Romance and all that just isn't what he was built for, but he does care. Really.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION + QUALITY TIME - ANGEL DUST

You think it would be physical touch, but that's far from the truth. Angel has been used his entire afterlife—as soon as he finds someone he feels safe and loved with, he'll settle down quickly. But because of his past, he'll constantly seek words of affirmation and give them in return. One, because he wants to hear you say things that make him feel secure in your relationship. And two, because he never wants you to feel the way he did with Val. Same goes for quality time: Angel never felt like he was valued or cherished in his past relationships so spending some quiet time with you is what he craves the most. Sure, sex is fun, but just being by your side is enough for him.

GIFT GIVING/GIFT RECEIVING - LUCIFER

The King of Hell can do anything. He can be anything. And he'd give you whatever you wanted if it meant seeing you smile. He's especially good at hand made gifts, his creativity and imagination never running dry. And when it makes you smile? That's the best gift he could ever ask for in return. Spoiling you is just what he does best, and if he has the capacity for it, then why not?

PHYSICAL TOUCH - HUSK

This guy is Touch Starved™️. The underworld has really messed with his head and put him into pretty dark places—drinking is all he knows until he meets you. And when you touch him? Oh boy. He malfunctions, but in a good way. It's like all the toment in his head goes quiet without needing to pound some bottles. So he gets used to it, does everything he can to get you to even hold his hands. It's nice knowing someone in this place has his back, past and all. And he does his best to return the affection, wanting you to feel all the same showers of love you give to him.

[oxidi]

faye wong - sing and play (1998)

and the iconic "sunburnt look"