#Trick or treat tunes

[the-first-day-of-autumn]

[niks1life]

2023 Best Spooky Halloween Music Mix - 2 Hours | Nik's One Life

Get ready to be haunted by the spine-chilling melodies and eerie ambiance of my Spooky Halloween Music Mix. Dive into the dark and mysterious world of Halloween with this hauntingly captivating collection of music. Immerse yourself in the sinister sounds, ominous tones, and haunting compositions that will send shivers down your spine. Whether you're hosting a Halloween party, creating a spooky atmosphere, or simply in the mood for some bone-chilling tunes, this mix is the perfect soundtrack for the season. Let the haunting melodies transport you to a realm of shadows and embrace the thrill of the unknown. Brace yourself for a hair-raising journey filled with ghostly whispers, macabre symphonies, and a symphony of eerie delights. Prepare for a hauntingly unforgettable Halloween experience with our Spooky Halloween Music Mix.

[devildom-fashion-week]

SOLOMON⸺SPOOKY OUTFIT

Happy Halloween! ♪ Trick or treat. Homemade sweets, anyone?

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— Solomon's outfits || Spooky outfits || masterlist —

[atomic-chronoscaph]

[osaemu]

omg i inspired u...blushes.........anyway trick or treat ft dazai :333

dazai definitely says "im gonna kms" at every minor inconvenience . . . it becomes so frequent that everyone around him starts sayin it too LMAO , like one time kunikida breaks his pen for the millionth time and it just slips out of his mouth ! the whole agency goes quiet and someone (ranpo) calls out "dazai when did u dye your hair blonde ?!" and dazai starts laughing so hard he cries 💀 . . . but the reason hes so comfortable with casually sayin "im gonna kms" is bc he doesnt actually want to all that much anymore and I HAVE A LOT MORE TO SAY ABOUT THIS BUT THIS WAS SPOSED TO BE SHORT !

[mushroomcoreheart]

Abraca-pocus!

Happy Halloween 🎃 👻

[ducklooney]

Duckvember - Horny Duck and Corny Duck

Like last year, this year I will participate in Duckvember, so I drew two drawings related to two topics.

First Horny theme I drew Daffy Duck in a Zoot Suit as he was very exciting there in a classic 1946 short called “Book Revue”. Certainly under the direction of the brilliant Robert Bob Clampett as well as animators Robert McKimson and Rod Scribner. By the way, this is the scene when Daffy sings Cucaracha and Morning in the Carolina. Yes, this is where the meme called “Literally me” came from, so there was a competition between Daffy and Tom Cat from Tom and Jerry as a scene from Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure. Definitely one of the best Daffy Duck shows in my opinion. Yes, behind Daffy is the Looney Tunes logo as if I took inspiration from the video or mobile game World of Mayhem. You can watch part of it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdnEXzMQzJk

Another Corny related topic I drew the scene of the unconscious Donald Duck from the classic short “Trick or Treat”. I don’t think that Donald is anything corny, but in that Halloween classic short he behaved like an absolute jerk to his nephews and to the witch Hazel that the witch took revenge on him. Finally Donald slammed the door and candy came out. Of course, in the end, Donald got hit on the head by the witch’s broom. Yes, he also drew witch Hazel and Donald’s nieces, Huey, Dewey and Louie taking candy. By the way, Trick or Treat was shown in 1952 under the direction of Jack Hannah, and based on that classic short, Carl Barks will also write a comic. I certainly love both versions. See this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSkXw1bk_NE&t=1s

I hope you like these drawings and there will be more Duckvember surprises.

I'm reposting this because Tumblr isn't loading my tags on my previous post.

[tiredela]

trick or treat!

OMG HI ANON ILY <33

as my first trick-or-treater, you've deserved a nice little TREAT, aka a teaser from my upcoming drawing straight out of my pillowfort drafts:

[recursive360]

May You have a Happy & Safe Halloween!

🎃 

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[arathergrimreaper]

Trick or treat! (or tune) 👻

@misfits-den Your treat (tune) is:

Happy Halloween!

[actualbird]

AHH THAT LOOKS FUN !!

TRICK OR TREAT :D

- crow anon !!

[YOU APPROACH THE BLOG HOUSEHOLD, POLITELY KNOCKING ON THE BLOG DOOR]

[FROM INSIDE THE BLOG HOUSE (THE BLOUSE? NO, THATS NOT RIGHT EITHER, THAT'S ALREADY A GOSH DANG WORD...) YOU....DO NOT HEAR ANY FOOTSTEPS OF ANY KIND

IN SPITE OF THIS, YOU ARE SOMEHOW SURE SOMEBODY IS STILL COMING TO ANSWER THE DOOR. PERHAPS YOU COULD CALL THIS A SIXTH SENSE, OR PERHAPS YOU COULD ALSO CALL THIS AN AWARENESS OF THE NARRATIVE.

STILL, IT'S STRANGE. YOU HAD SEEN THAT THE ONE WHO CAME BEFORE YOU WAS ATTENDED TO BY THE SENIOR ATTORNEY PLUSH OF STELLIS CITY HIMSELF.

LAST YOU CHECKED, ARTEM PLUSH COULD NOT LEVITATE. SO WHO IS COMING TO THE DOOR?]

[THE DOOR OPENS, AND YOU INSTINCTIVELY LOOK DOWNWARDS, IN CASE IT IS SOMEHOW ARTEM PLUSH AGAIN]

[AND YOU SEE NOBODY AT ALL?]

[SOMEBODY, NOT YOU, CHIRPS OVERHEAD.]

SOMEBODY: Chirp!

INEXPLICABLE TRANSLATION: Up here, please!

[YOU LOOK UP TO SEE...]

[PEANUT??????]

PEANUT: Chirp chirp! Chhhhrhrhrp.

INEXPLICABLE TRANSLATION: I hope you don't mind that it's me. Our lookout saw the ask signed "crow anon" and there was fierce debate on who to send out! We eventually thought that it would be best for avian kind to meet another avian citizen, but it seems we took it a bit too literally.

[IT'S NO PROBLEM AT ALL, YOURE A VERY GOOD BIRD! BUT HOW THE HECK DID THREE CHIRPS TRANSLATE TO A FULL PARAGRAPH?]

PEANUT: Chirp.

INEXPLICABLE TRANSLATION: Language and translation is a thing of magic.

[HM. CANT ARGUE WITH THAT.]

[AS PEANUT SEES YOU ACCEPT THIS LUDICROUS INFORMATION IN STRIDE, HE FLIES BACK INTO THE HOUSE AND HOVERS BY THE DOOR, HOLDING ONTO THE BASKET OF CANDIES]

PEANUT: Chirppp!

INEXPLICABLE TRANSLATION: Go on, take a handful!

[THANK YOU! HOW ARE YOU CARRYING THAT SO WELL THOUGH?]

PEANUT: Chirp, chirp.

INEXPLICABLE TRANSLATION: I work out.

[YOU GRAB A HANDFUL OF CANDY AND PEANUT GIVES A FEW MORE CHIRPS OF THANKS AND WELL WISHES. AS PEANUT CLOSES THE DOOR, YOU LOOK TO SEE WHAT CANDY YOU GOT:

YOU GOT A BUNCH OF STRAWBERRY CREAM GUMMIES! NICEEEEEEE]

[READ THE FULL TRICK OR TREAT SAGA FROM THE BEGINNING?]

[tryingtimi]

I know I'm late bbuuuuut...

🦇Trick or Treat!!!🦇

Legend, you’re so in time! You can always pop in for anything 🧡 Thank you, and then I'll go for a treat then, because you're always feeding my excitement by indulging my asks. Therefore, here's a pretty old and not really canon Dava scene because I know you love them. 🍬

Lil' summary: Dane and Auva are talking about what is magic and hope. I used this as a dialogue exercise, so there is not much detail about who speaks, either way, Auva starts the convo.

“At some point, technology will feel like magic.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t make it magic.”

“Depends on your definition of magic, Dane. What is it really? Lightning shooting from a robed figure’s fingers? A wonder that can cure and save everyone and everything? Or a generated phenomena beyond mortal understanding and logic?”

“Neither, it is just the cruel deception of the desperate. People getting advantage over those who lost hope.”

“I see. And what is hope then?”

“Hope is… well, it’s a feeling. A stupid one, might I add. It makes people vulnerable enough to override logic and reality in their head. There’s some useful aspect of it, I admit, but I wouldn’t say the overall feeling is something that rational people need. Why, though? Don’t you zaphrin hope too?”

“I... no, we actually don't.”

“Really? Haven’t you hoped to find me?”

“That’s not how we work. I had a task to come here and find someone capable of working with me against Lero. We knew there was someone, so I only needed to wait. It was either success or failure.”

“But you couldn’t know for truly certain there is someone who's capable enough. That’s not possible, only if you know the future. Which you stated you don’t. So you zaphrin didn’t know there is someone, but hoped. In fact, hoped enough to believe that it is a fact. You’re much more of a believer than we humans, as it seems.”

Auva didn’t respond. She seemed lost in thought as she stared at her hands in her lap. Maybe Dane shouldn’t have said that. He basically shattered her whole understanding over her species. Unintentionally yes, but still. He felt awful.

Dane was ready to apologize when an ever so gentle smile creeped onto Auva’s lips.

“Yes, yes it seems we are.” She looked up at Dane and her eyes sparkled. “Isn’t it magical?”

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[ash-says]

Mini steps towards being independent:

I know. I know the frustration of not being in charge of your life. Especially when you are financially dependent and for some under 20s. Everyone treats you like a child but expects you to be an adult.

Then we have the group who go on insisting they are adults and capable of taking life decisions but for the love of God can't change their bedsheet responsibly.

Thus, I have come up with some mini tricks that will make you feel just a tiny bit independent:

Anytime anywhere list

1) Learn how to cook.

2) Take responsibility for household chores such as washing clothes, utensils,etc.

3) Do groceries shopping.

4) Keep track of the essentials required at home and make sure to stock them up.

5) Change the bedsheets weekly.

6) Clean your cupboards timely.

7) Plan a trip with your friends and take care of the execution part.

8) Decide what to make for lunch, dinner or breakfast and execute it solely (right from buying the food required to cooking it).

9) Check on your younger siblings studies. Take an update of their life or keep your room organized and clean.

10) Grow plants.

Planned execution list

Live alone. Try to get out of your parental home and start a new life in another city.

Get an internship/job.

Manage your finances on a budget and save money at the same time.

Take major life decisions such as your career field, whom to be friends with, etc solely on your own judgement.

Learn to navigate difficult social situations with ease.

Adopt a pet.

Develop your own ethical system.

Curate your discipline.

Identify your non-negotiable in different aspects of life.

Learn to speak up for yourself.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

[princessbrunette]

i saw this tweet that said ‘if you’re bringing your man to girls night, can we fuck him?’ and it got me thinking about rafe.

he doesn’t originally insist on being dragged along to the bar with your friends, but he sees the length of your skirt and changes his tune, demanding you let your friends know that they’re just going to have to ‘deal with it.’ they had less of a problem with him tagging along than you imagined, they know what rafe’s like — and know better than to argue against it before he swipes you from the plans all together.

you’d already had a little to drink to pregame by yourself whilst you got ready, so when everyone starts drinking from the bar — you’re just that little bit more gone than the rest of your friends. it’s the reason you don’t seem to notice the way they’re fawning over him, leaning on their hand with gooey heart eyes when he tells a story, having loosened up. you don’t notice the way they stroke his thick arms or smack playfully at his chest when he makes a dumb joke. he’s honestly rather clueless to it at first too, especially due to the lack of reaction from you, his sweet thing sat on his leg at the table scratching at the back of his buzzed head, too drunk to care about anyone else.

he doesn’t wanna fuck ‘em. no way. he was obsessed with you, the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind. but he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t like the attention a little bit. he’d entered this new phase of life, rafe cameron the man. the boss. having a bunch of girls surrounding him must’ve looked great, especially when they were practically whoring themselves out to him like this. thoughts of treating tannyhill like a playboy mansion briefly dusts his mind.

he agrees to drop everyone home, and has to wrangle them to his truck, a chorus of drunk girls giggling and stumbling just so he’d grapple them, because it was the polite thing to do. they’d even taken to calling him ‘dad’ when he did so, which he thought might’ve been the final straw for you — but still your eyes are on him, a hazy lustful smile and heavy lashes.

it’s only when they cut the act and beg you to let them come in and ‘play with rafe’ a little longer that you catch on, shutting the door in their face — the intoxication doing nothing to soothe your confusion and upset.

he reassures you by folding you like a pretzel and fucking you deep on the bed, all of your clothes and uncomfortable shoes discarded and he grinds you into the mattress.

“‘fuck you crying for, hm? clearly don’t want anyone else but my sweet girl. only ever gonna fuck this pretty little pussy. you understand?” it’s his version of reassurance and it does the trick, grabbing him repeatedly where you could just trying to draw him close.

“mine.” is all you can say, over and over.

“yeah, you’re damn right about that.”

[wileys-russo]

Alessia Russo “if Kim asks Kyra did it. Training.

recovery roomII a.russo

"well well if it isn't our little hat trick hero!" you looked up from your phone with a grin, steph getting out of her own car as you pushed up off of the side of yours.

"if it isn't the mighty captain catley! where's your child?" you teased, kyra not having left stephs side basically the entire camp. "oh god i have had the most blissful two days kid, you don't even understand!" steph moaned happily, dean having whisked her away to a spa to help with the jetlag.

"you picked a good one steffy." you smiled, always happy to see how well dean treated her and had treated her for the many years they'd been together.

"your turn next! when are we going out to test my wings?" steph asked with an excited glint in her eyes as the two of you started to wander across the parking lot waving to a few of the girls doing the same.

"oh my god stop that stephanie please." you laughed, face burning bright red at the way the older girl was flapping her arms around like she was a bird. "what? i'm being a wingwoman." steph grinned as you shoved her and the two of you fell into step again.

as far as your teammates both for club and country were concerned, you were in their eyes painfully single.

they went out of their way on team nights out to try and take turns pointing out people from all walks of life they felt would be a good fit for you, or stealing your phone to argue over whose turn it was to swipe away on your dating apps.

and up until a couple of months ago, you appreciated their efforts. as much as what most of the girls perception of your 'type' was, was horrifically wrong.

but that all changed when a certain blonde striker came barreling into your life, knocking the air from your lungs and kicking the cobwebs off your heart, filling you with emotions and feelings that up until then you'd assumed were permanently retired.

but neither you or alessia were oficially 'out' and hadn't ever had any sort of public relationship your entire careers, so with a plaguing fear in the back of both your minds that allowing the public eye into your little bubble would pop it entirely, you'd kept things very much to yourselves.

you'd both made an agreement before international break that you were feeling near ready to tell your family and closest friends at the very least, neither one of you feeling any sort of pressure from the other which was a welcome relief.

but not having seen your girlfriend for going on two weeks now, with you away on camp with the matildas and alessia with the lionesses, you were in an extra chirpy mood.

which is how you found your jaw near aching with how hard you'd been smiling all morning, relishing in catching up with all of your teammates and friends.

but eyes flickering to the doors of the cafeteria every few seconds awaiting your favorites blonde entrance you couldn't contain the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach in anticipation.

"oi! spade cadet, you still with us?" you were snapped back to reality as leah clicked her fingers in your face, humming and trying to tune into their conversation. "sorry, had some weird dreams, slept funny." you were quick to speak, excuse seemingly accepted as no one else prodded you for anything further.

then finally you heard her before you saw her, her boisterously melodic laugh echoing around the cafeteria as she walked in with vic and emily, shoving the shorter dutch girl beside her who hurried away to jump on teyah.

her eyes roamed the room before they locked with yours, sending you a dazzling white smile and a wink before she grabbed a tray and loaded up with breakfast, making a beeline for the spare seat at your table as the girls all greeted her happily.

"hi lessi." you smiled softly, swooning as she repeated the greeting back in the sweet accent you'd grown to adore, her foot brushing up against your calf beneath the table as she pushed you her juice and your eyes lit up, her own heart melting at the sight.

"steph!" you protested as before you could grab the small bottle it was snatched from your path, the older girl cracking it open and downing a large mouthful, pushing you away with her free hand as you reached for it.

"i had to poison check it! i'm just looking out for ya." your national captain grinned finally handing you back the now half empty bottle as you scowled and she only pinched your cheek in response.

"kyra's been a bad influence on you." you huffed with a roll of your eyes, her shoulder bumping into yours before she returned to her conversation with beth.

you looked up as someone gently kicked you, a smile curling onto your face as you and alessia played footsies under the table, careful not to stare too adoringly at one another and engage with your teammates around you.

catching your gaze you saw the blonde subtly nod behind her as she stood, grabbing both her tray and yours as well as leah and beths, a chorus of thank you's sung her way as she made her way out of the cafeteria.

you waited a few minutes before doing the same, lying to steph that you left something in your car and wanted to hurry to grab it before training when she stood to go with you, assuming you were heading to the media room for the mornings debrief.

caught up saying hello to a few more of the girls on your way you eventually made it out and carefully ensuring you weren't being followed or watched ducked away to your usual meeting place with your english striker.

you'd barely stepped into the recovery room before her hands were on you, a laugh leaving your mouth as the door banged shut and she had the audacity to shush you, wolfish grin on her features as she pressed you against the tiled wall.

"me? you made me slam it!" you whisper yelled at her, both of you pulling the other into a tight hug, melting into one anothers touch with content sighs.

"i missed you." alessia mumbled out, peppering a few kisses to your neck before pulling her head back. "we facetimed nearly every night!" you teased, arms wrapping around her neck as the taller girl smiled lovingly down at you.

"no thats where you say 'baby i missed you more'. then we argue for awhile over who really missed the other more, and then i just shut you up with a kiss." alessia beamed as you shook your head, fingers scratching at the base of her neck, fiddling with a few loose baby hairs which had fallen out of the bun at the back of her head.

"can we just skip to that part then?" you teased, puckering your lips and pulling her closer as her body vibrated in amusement but she wasted no time arguing, quickly pressing her mouth against yours.

you exhaled happily at the sensation of kissing her, forever consumed with the euphoric feeling which warmed your body from the tips of your toes right to the end of your nose, your whole body alight.

"babe we have the meeting!" you reminded with a laugh, the words mumbled against her lips as alessia pressed you more firmly into the wall, hands squeezing your hips and using the moment to slip her tongue into your mouth.

"less." you warned, pulling back with a slight gasp as she held your bottom lip captive between her teeth, sucking it back into her mouth as her right hand moved to cup the back of your head so she had a little more control over you continuing to pull away.

right as her feet kicked your own apart, her thigh slotting in between yours and your breath hitched, a few more gentle but sloppy kisses trailed down your collarbone, the door suddenly flew open.

both of you breaking apart alessia wasted no time taking your hand and yanking you around the corner, both of you ducking out of view as your hands covered one anothers mouths and you heard a few members of staff discussing the plans for today, clearly grabbing some extra yoga mats before they departed, both of you exhaling in relief.

"that was way too close. you have no self control russo!" you smacked her chest, the grin still sitting happily on her face as both of your cheeks were flushed red with heat and your eyes rolled.

"we've still got seven minutes to the meeting and it only takes two and a half to walk there from here?" your girlfriend wiggled her eyebrows making you laugh as she pulled you gently into a much softer kiss, hands falling either side of your face as you sighed happily into her mouth.

"okay! we can continue this tonight." you pulled away and poked her, tugging her hands off and pushing for her to start walking. only you really should have taken into consideration that it was alessia you were dealing with, the girl born with two left feet both ten sizes too big for her body apparently.

so though it was a hardly a rough push, it was enough for your girlfriend to consequently trip over her own feet and go sailing toward the ground, reaching out for a shelf to try and steady herself but instead she only succeeded in pulling that down with her.

you stifled your laugh as she shielded her face and the viles of various essential oils and creams they used for massages came sailing down on top of her, somehow not breaking as finally the noise stopped and you both held your breath for a moment that no one would walk in.

when you heard no footsteps you doubled over laughing, the striker sitting up blushing in embarrassment and smacking your ankle, mumbling that it wasn't funny as she stood to her feet with a huff.

"come on clumsy." you shook your head in amusement, grabbing her hand and guiding her toward the door as she pouted clearly feeling very sorry for herself.

only right as you went to exit you both jumped a foot in the air as another one of the shelves came down, apparently attached to the other and this time the various containers which fell did break with an almighty crash and smash.

you and alessia shared a wide eyed glance and booked it out of the room, your girlfriend pulling you again around a corner and stealing a kiss as you both laughing into one anothers mouths to try and stifle the noise to no luck."

"if kim asks, kyra did it."

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello!

Could I request some hc's for platonic Alastor and Reader where he treats Reader like a little sister?

Y E S! LET’S GOOOOOO! I LOVE ALASTOR! MY DEEREST— sorry. Sorry… I am so excited to finally have a Hazbin Hotel request. Thank you soooooo much, infinite amount of love and support to you, darling! Thank you!

Platonic! Alastor- Hopping Little Heart

“Al… can you just stop it”

You grumble out loud enough to be heard with sharp eyes glaring over your shoulder, annoyed by the constant babying and half-condescending treatment the Radio Demon himself gives you

Alastor, ever since he met you and managed to trick you into giving up your soul to him, treats you like you’re a child under his care. Like you’re an incompetent incapable little girl that he has to take care of as your older brother. It’s annoying, you’re 25 and been in Hell since 1985. Yeah, he’s 33 and been in Hell since 1933 but still. These whole behaviours of his is driving you more crazy than you already are

“Hmm… Let me think over it… I don’t think I will stop brushing your hair, my dear” Alastor hums out in a snarky yet dapper fashion, his transatlantic-accented voice echoey and menacing with the usual radio lace as he continues to brush your hair humming out a old-timey tune under his breath, long sharp fingers holding nice silky strands over his palm. You’re getting ready for a special party Princess Charlie Morningstar is arranging as a celebration for the first client, Sir Pentious, being redeemed. Here is Alastor behaving like you can’t doll yourself up on your own

Sometimes, you seriously think Alastor views you as an eight year old and he’s adopted you as to act like your surrogate older brother-caretaker. He’s overprotective, he shoves you away from arguments as to ‘protect your little ears’, he is quite favouritistic over you that it’s obvious, he gives you all kinds of cute gifts, he lets you touch him when nobody else can. As compared to how he treats Husk and Niffty, the overpowered Overlord treats you much more civil. He does act like a clingy loving boundary-stepping brother, it’s weird…

Even Charlie notices it but nobody really wants to point out, other than Vaggie, how weird it is to see Alastor baby and babytalk you in the Hotel Lobby, with no shame, like you’re five years old. Who would ever think a narcissistic, violent but yet charismatic demon like Alastor could express genuine affection to anybody else? Alastor, in a rather impressively fast pace, ties up your hair in a cute fluffy bun for this upcoming party. As if he’s tied up women’s hair many times over

How about himself? Will he attend this party? No but he’ll go to watch over you, that’s it. He isn’t going to participate in the event, he isn’t on the side of redemption. He’s here for his own amusement and he especially isn’t a fan of get-togethers, even if he behaves and dresses like he attends the most lavish rich parties all the time. He isn’t much of a party man and he just wants to make sure his surrogate little sister isn’t being creeped on

“Look at that, darling. Simple magnificent” You can’t help but roll your eyes at Alastor’s half-praise whilst putting in a nice pair of diamond earrings, himself readjusting your dress so it’s comfortably hugging your body. Hearing the Radio Demon speak in usual half-talking down, babying manner to you, he always does it. On his end, he was admiring how pretty you look when he finished fixing you up. You’re the most pretty girl in this shitty Hotel and he’d love to rub into Vaggie’s face, he is still very annoyed at the Hotel Manager insulting his relationship with you. However, this is too risky, getting into a fight with Vaggie at the party will cause his murderous itch bubble over

And he doesn’t want to be violent or monstrous around his little sister

“Thank you, Al… you know, you can go now. I can walk to the Lobby on my own, I am not five” You’re not very good at expressing your desire for space with this demon, nobody has the confidence to tell Alastor what to do or to fuck off, and Alastor himself has absolutely no grasp on personal space so even when you spell it out for him, he just ignores it. Picking you up from your chair in front of the makeup mirror with zero effort and placing you down before him

All ready, pampered and sparkly to a degree he thought you were outshining the Hotel room’s light, Alastor’s wide sharp toothy grin almost feels less of power and dominance, and more genuine and prideful over… what? Over you?

“My dear. I can’t just let such a precious princess go out there all on her own. Allow me to escort you, as a family member. It’s the least a brother can do” Your suspicions over this Overlord’s intentions towards his brotherly-like affections to you has been confirmed. He does view you as a little sister and whilst his treatment of you, though trying his best to be affectionate and caring that comes off as belittling and bothersome, he doesn’t just view you as another soul to be exploited as to serve him and the Hotel he’s investing in

It’s kinda flattering and you just think for a bit whilst Alastor offers out his arm for you with patient silence and his grin never dying out, blood red eyes still locked on you like a proud older brother. Maybe, you’ve been a bit too harsh to this possibly really lonely deer-featured sinner. Maybe, you can just give him a chance and let this whole surrogate older brother-younger sister bond he is trying to develop with you actually blossom

“Careful of your heels. Don’t want you slipping on the floor. Niffty just waxed them”

A/N: Lmao. Fuck, didn’t read the HCs until after I finished writing. Sorry, hope this is okay!