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[beerecordings]

Wolf Bite - Part 16

(maybe part 15.5, I might add more to this chapter later)

That little black wolf makes one sorry sight in his little huddle of boxes, that's one thing Henrik can't deny.

He's kind of a friendly-looking wolf, one of the ones that could almost be mistaken as a domestic dog, but even at a smaller size than other werewolves Henrik's seen, he's still too big to be anybody's pet.

"He's locked down here too," remarks Chase at one point.

"He's guarding us," growls back Henrik.

"You said yourself he wasn't going to do anything."

"Not for now."

"There's two of us."

"Yeah, and I've shifted twice in my life, Chase. I'm not exactly fighting fit."

Chase puffs out a breath of air. "Well, this cellar is sealed shut. Maybe we can do that thing in the movies where we hide behind the door and jump out at him, and then both make a break for it."

"The door opens outward."

"Well, something like that, man."

"I think that older one could tear us both to shreds," says Henrik, and then, after a pause, "He already did once."

Chase thumbs at the scar of the wolf bite on his arm and shivers.

The black wolf -- JJ, Anti said -- pushes out of his box, standing on the other side of the room and looking at them. Sitting down against the wall as he is, Henrik is suddenly aware of just how long it would take him to clamber to his feet or get his teeth out. The wolf could be at his throat once again before that. He hears himself growling without even thinking about it, and he puts an arm in front of Chase, gaze narrow.

JJ just sneezes.

"Um, so, would you want to shift back and say hi?" asks Chase, blinking at the wolf. "Or are you some wolf-only idealist?"

JJ cocks his head at him. After a second, his valiant tail starts wagging again, and his nose twitches as he scents the air.

"Don't say hi to him, he bit me!" snaps Henrik.

Chase glances at him aside, frowning. "Yeah... right, you're right. I'm sorry, man, I don't think I checked on how you were doing well enough. Here, let me get a look at it."

"No." Henrik flinches back from him. "Don't touch me."

Chase's face falls, but the guilt Henrik would usually feel over that expression is buried beneath a sudden defensiveness, thrown up in his brain like a cop parked in front of a car crash. No. No hands on him, and especially not near his neck.

He woke up to that. To someone in his doorway, and then a wolf coming at him, pressing him down. To teeth in him. He clutches at his own arms, trying to rub some heat into them. He needs to run so badly it aches.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I can tell tomorrow will be the full moon. Everything feels so... I don't know. Like the human things are losing focus. I thought I would only need to shift the night of the full moon, but already I feel it strongly."

"I don't want to have my full moon here," Chase whispers back. "I was with him, Anti, for the first one, and... it's not just that it hurt, it's that I was so suddenly a wolf. It was almost like I forgot my human life for those days. And Anti was just my pack, undeniably, I couldn't - well, you saw me with that fucking piece of his hoodie. Henrik, I think if we have our full moon here, our instincts - "

"You think we'll be stuck as pack."

"You remember when Marv took us to that coffee bar? And the Alphas were coming over to scent at us and introduce themselves? It was hard enough to resist walking off with one of them, and that wasn't even the full moon. And they weren't willing to fucking abduct us to push us into this either. Maybe that's what this Alpha was waiting for - for the full moon, to come get us again."

"And now they mean to imprint on us."

He does remember the coffee bar. That Alpha, Mohammed, who came so close to him, smelling like such a big, bonded pack - the smell of him had lingered somewhere in Henrik's mind for days. He wondered more than once if he should go find him again. His whole psyche seemed to crave that security offered, that safety and pack family. Even the thought of falling into line for him felt right - and Henrik's not exactly a natural follower.

Will the pull be that strong again? Could it be stronger with the moon so close to full?

He couldn't fight JJ at all once he got his teeth in him. Is he narrowed down to his instincts, his frontal lobe shutting down progressively, and if so, how bad will it get? He's trapped in this basement. He's trapped in this body. Will they bite him again? Force him out to a wild part of Europe or some remote part of the Americas where he can't get home at all? Could he be stuck in his wolf form for the rest of his life?

Do they want him feral?

"Schneep, hey. Hey. You gotta breathe."

Chase's hand comes down on his shoulder. Henrik hears himself snarl, snapping his teeth at Chase as he jerks away from him, hyperventilating, and his friend falls back immediately, ducking his head to show his neck, both of them reduced to instinct in a second. It's already fucking happening.

Then that black wolf steps forward and puts himself right in front of Chase.

Stands in front of him, no longer wagging his tail. Steady on his feet. Eyes clear like stars, piercing, dangerous.

The wolf who bit him, standing in front of his packmate as if Chase is his.

Henrik feels some piece of his control break in half.

He shifts back so fast it burns, without even meaning to, and he throws himself at JJ like a shark, teeth first. He catches a snap of black fur, but JJ's already darting away - and then coming back at him.

"Stop, don't hurt him!" Chase shrieks.

JJ changes trajectory at the words and darts away from Henrik, almost bouncing with the lightness of his step, but there's no longer anything playful about his demeanor. Henrik waits for him to bark at him or howl, but it never comes. He doesn't even growl. Henrik barks instead, once, twice. He wants the wolf away from his pack.

JJ stands by the stairs, now, and Henrik's rational thought is buried under his need to escape the basement. It doesn't matter that the door to upstairs is locked. All that matters is that this wolf is in his way.

He lunges at JJ again, and this time, the wolf collides with him, both of them snapping at each other's shoulders and throats, and Henrik feels teeth tearing at him. Chase yells, pulling off his clothes to shift in the periphery, but Henrik doesn't care. He thinks from the warmth along his side that the smaller wolf has scratched him, but there's no pain with this much adrenaline running through him. He bites and catches flesh; blood pools inside his mouth. JJ doesn't even yelp. He's gone a second later, whipping away so fast Henrik can't follow him, and then the little wolf comes back with a vengeance, leaping at his throat; Henrik turns to catch him with his teeth, if he can.

There's a loud thudding noise, and Henrik doesn't have the focus to recognize it as the sound of the door to upstairs slamming before there are fresh teeth around his neck, and a growl in his ear so loud it stills him instantly, panic overriding all else.

"JJ!" he hears Anti howl, rushing to the black wolf - but if Anti's still human, then the wolf with its teeth around his throat must be...

Henrik's eyes roll to stare at the edges of grey fur, and a sharp, chemical scent, mixed up with caramel and electricity in a way that should be nice, maybe, but ends up bitter and... burned, somehow. It doesn't change the fact that it's the smell of an Alpha: intoxicating.

"He just lost control, he just panicked!" Chase is insisting, frantic a few feet behind him, stripped of his shirt and shivering hard. "Don't hurt him, don't hurt us, we're just scared, please, please."

"He bit my brother!" Anti shouts back.

"Maybe your brother shouldn't have put his teeth around Henrik to begin with! Maybe you should have all left us alone!"

"It's okay, JJ, I'm here, I'll take care of it..."

The Alpha starts pulling at his scruff. Henrik barks, calling for he doesn't know what, but he can't resist. He's dragged up the stairs. Chase yells and tries to follow, but snarls from both the Alpha and the Second freeze him in his place, and he stares at Henrik with huge, watery eyes.

He's yanked back onto the main floor. The door to the outside world is right in front of him as he leaves the stairs behind, but it doesn't matter, because he can't fucking move, not with these teeth in his neck, not with this smell in his nose, not with the lure of the moon in his chest.

The Alpha deposits him in a side room and closes the door behind them.

Henrik lays panting. There's blood running down him. He thinks that little wolf got him better than he thought he had, and the Alpha wasn't anything close to gentle. His neck's been pierced, now.

He smells the Alpha's shift more than sees it. The smell of wolf fading into the smell of skin. He's scared to look.

"Change back," comes her voice.

A woman. He hasn't been around female werewolves, or maybe he has and just didn't notice. He had thought their smells would be different, but they aren't. She's just chemical and springwater, wafted over in caramel and electricity. The combination clashes. He doesn't suppose smell should matter when picking a pack, but something about this scent just makes him feel wrong. Like it's not meant to be.

Just another reason he doesn't want to be a part of it.

He hears her pulling clothes on across the room. She approaches and grabs him by the scruff again, and he whines as his fresh wounds pull and bleed, following her grip until he's on his feet again.

"I said change back," she tells him, and the command moves like a wave over him; he shudders. "I'll speak to you as a man at least once before we go away."

He doesn't even like to be naked in front of other males. He tries to hide against the wall, but she won't release him.

How can she have been so big as a wolf, and so small as a woman? She must be about his age, he thinks, or a little younger. She has lots of dark, unbrushed hair and deep eyes, almost black, but she's pallid and thin, not to mention plain. She's yanked on a white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans that smell like Anti.

Beyond her, though, this room... this is full-blown, professional surveillance. A row of screens shove each other for space on a cheap table against the side of the room, red lights blinking on their screens, and all of them are showing different views across town. A camera lies abandoned on the floor, but its red eye is watching him too.

She didn't just look his name up online, didn't just read his research papers. This is high-tech stalking, illegal camera installation included. He's been watched for weeks now, he's sure of it - especially since, on the screen farthest to the right, he has a perfect view of the outside of Sean's office.

She throws a blanket at him while he's still trying to process his own shock, and now, louder and more firmly than ever, she tells him: "change."

He shifts back with effort. It hasn't been so painful before. He didn't know it could be so painful.

"There you go," she says, voice evening out instantly. She walks with all the command of an Alpha, speaks with all the authority. Henrik backs away from her, pulling the blanket over him, finding another pair of sweatpants with his hand as he moves. Sean's apartment was the same: werewolves leave clothes everywhere. He thinks he'd be grateful if he wasn't so shell-shocked.

"Who are you?" The words feel faint in his mouth. "Why did you pick us?"

She steps towards him no matter how much he backs up. "Are you scared of me?"

His back meets the wall.

"You can tell me you are," she assures him. "You know, I can always tell when someone's lying. Try to be truthful."

He breathes hard, keeping his mouth shut tight. He doesn't know what will happen if he tries to speak. Maybe he'll cry, or scream, or bite, or whine. He can't tell anymore. This is barely his body.

"Stay with me, brother," she tells him, and it makes him think of Sean, always calling other werewolves brother, but she isn't him, she doesn't have his warmth or his reassurance, and she sure isn't family.

"I am not your brother," he manages.

"You will be," she tells him, with certainty. "You're going to come away with me. You'll be good after the full moon, I'm sure. But you can't be snapping at my little one in the meantime. You'll drive Anti to fury, and he's already driving me up the wall as it is. You all ought to learn a little respect."

"You can't just keep us here. But then, there's no point in asking you to see reason, is there?" He bares his teeth.

Her hand comes down and strikes him a half-second later, and his head slams back against the wall. He yelps, his tongue blooming with blood where he bit it, and he knows his cheek will swell.

"Don't show your teeth to me," she says. "I'm your Alpha."

"You're nothing to me," he chokes out. "You didn't even bite me."

"Anti's mine. He did it on my orders."

"Why did you pick us?" he repeats, louder.

Her hand comes towards him again, and he flinches hard. This time, however, she touches his face gently, a rumble leaving her throat.

"You look so much like my Ant," she says, petting his beard for a moment. "Both of you."

"Is that why?" Henrik laughs humorlessly. "You must be joking. No, you're really just this - "

At the look in her eye, he bites down on the insult about to escape him.

"I needed a doctor," she answers finally. "We'll be as self-sustaining as possible. I don't expect it to be easy. There will be injuries."

"Maybe you should have gotten a vet, if you wanted a werewolf doctor."

"You'll learn. You're clever. And you have no one, anyway. You're all alone."

"That doesn't mean I want you."

He gets hit again, then, harder than the first time. It shakes the air from his lungs. He puts his head down on instinct, a cry leaving his mouth, and extends his neck to her.

"I waited for you for weeks," she says, like she hasn't done anything. "You took so long to shift at all. Anti lost Chase, that was his fucking fault. But then they sent him to Jack McLoughlin, and I knew they'd do the same for you. Everybody knows he's the only rehab in the city. And look - you learned, and you bonded with Chase, just like you were meant to. Perfect. I always know. I see everything."

"Leave me alone," he whispers.

"We'll go to the forest in Alsace-Lorraine. You speak German, and I understand French, so if we are forced to talk to humans, we'll be fine. But mostly, we'll live as wolves. Then no one will bother us again the way humans do, jeering at us, attacking us, jailing us, murdering us. We'll all be pack, living the way wolves are meant to instead of pretending to be domesticated. I'm not trying to hurt you, Henrik. I'm trying to keep you safe from the real enemy."

"I don't want to go."

"You will tomorrow with the full moon. But in the meantime, you won't snap at my JJ. You didn't establish deference, that's why you two went at each other. When you go downstairs, you'll submit to him, and that will be that. Hm, well. Maybe he'll submit to you. I haven't decided. Get your act together and you could be high-ranking, Henrik. I know you're smarter than this."

She gets up and kicks a rickety chair towards him, seating herself in another, by the screens. The red lights blink all around her on dark screens, staring at him endlessly. His eyes flicker to the door, but he can't get out. She won't let him. He's lost all control.

"Now," she says, picking up the camera on the floor, "before you shift back, maybe for good - I need to know some things about you, to predict and manage your future needs and behaviors over the courses of our lives."

She grabs a clipboard off the table, knocking over a little orange bottle as she does. Henrik blinks as it rolls towards him, bringing its smell with it. Chemicals. Ones he thinks he might recognize. That's what that smell is. It's not natural to her.

"There's a couple things I need to know that I can't get from observation," she says. "Remember, I'll know if you're lying."

She clicks her pen. He smells the ink, welling up like blood. His neck is dripping. He feels faint.

"Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?"

Henrik pulls that blanket as close around him as he can.

[monimccoythings]

Alastor x Daughter!Reader III (Platonic)

Yeah, this is going to take place after the end of season 1, just after Sir Pentious has ascended and the hotel has been rebuilt into a bigger better version. I just don't know how to fit Y/N in season 1.

Reminder: Alastor is in Hell for a reason.

TW: This contains a very delicate matter, like PTSD and panic attacks, even though I wanted to keep it brief because I'm not very well versed in these kind of subjects and wanted to be careful and respectful with it, I'm not entirely satisfied with how I wrote it, I researched and looked into my past experiences, but still don't think I truly adapted it as best as I would have liked. Also several mentions of cannibalism. Brief mentions of controlling behavior.

This isn't proof read so sorry for any grammar and/or vocabulary mistakes.

Part I ｜Part II｜Part III (You are here!)

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Soft jazz music enveloped the room, accompained by a strong smell of coffee and magnolias, someone was humming quietly to the music. Somehow, it reminded you of home.

You blinked groggily, trying to get the sleep away from your eyes, and leaned on your elbow. Why was the ground so soft and cushioned?

Yor eyes shot wide open when you remebered the events that led you there. The blood, the laughter, the eyes, the smile, the radio static... Your heart started beating wildly inside your ribcage, and you suddenly found yourself gasping for air. You clutched your old dress, hoping that would alleviate the growing pressure in your chest in some way.

"Well, look who's finally awake!" Alastor left the newspaper on the table and turned towards you, if his grin was supposed to be comforting it was not working. Just the fact that he was acting so casual, as if nothing had happened in the last ninety years made everything a million times worse.

"You are quite the hide and seek champion, ma petite faon. It took several years for my shadows to casually find you and then it took even longer for me to believe you actually had been sent here, ha ha!" His neck bended in an unnatural way as he laughed.

Crap. Did he always know where you were? Was this just a game of cat and mouse for him?

As if he had read your mind, his eyes adopted a more relaxed expression that did nothing to soothe your nerves. "Well, for the last ten years you gave me quite the chase, cher. Always on the move, never stopping, from one part of the ring to the other. And then there's that seven year gap." He muttered to himself that last part.

You still felt on the verge of a panic attack. Your body couldn't and wouldn't stop shaking, and felt like reality was blurring around you. Everything was happening too fast, it brought you back to that night decades ago when you found that your beloved father had actually been a serial killer. It almost felt like it was mere minutes ago.

Alastor knew of your discomfort, your fear. He could see it as clear as a day, he could almost taste it. He had always enjoyed tasting the fear on his victims, but yours only left an aftertaste of bitterness in his mouth. It was rotten, putrid and nauseating. Maybe because it was the only fear he should never had a taste of. Watching you like this also brought him back to the night he lost you.

As he held your unmoving body in his arms, for a couple of seconds his brain stopped functioning, unable to accept what had just happened. The pain he felt was just like someone had ripped his chest open and pulled out his still beating heart, only to crush it, leaving an empty and cold hole in its place.

He had taken you to your room and laid you in the bed, tucking you in. You looked so peaceful, if your face and clothes weren't stained with blood he would have believed you were sleeping. But you would never wake up again.

The next couple of days passed in a blur, tracking down the man who had dared to do this to you and then run away, and giving him his fair punishment. And as he dragged his mutilated body through the forest... Well... the rest is history.

"Anyways! All's well that ends well! Now I found you, and you won't need to worry anymore!" His chirpy radio filtered voice portrayed some genuine happiness that didn't reach you. The bond and trust that used to tie you two together, had been damaged beyond repair. And Alastor knew. That didn't mean he was going to give up, though.

Before he had the chance to make things even more awkward between you two, the door bursted open, revealing several people behind it.

"Oh, you're awake, that's so great! We were all sooo worried since Al suddenly brought you here, and you seemed passed out, we didn't know if you were alive or-" The blonde haired demon kept rambling, but you barely listened to her, way too much in shock. Behind her, there was a bunch of demons: a winged cat who would be rather doing anything else than be there, a tiny cyclops with a psychotic and perky smile; a spider demon who, if anything, looked confused; a taller cyclops demon girl who found the dirt in her nails to be way more interesting than you, and some kind of moth demon girl? You wondered if they all were going to participate in your slaughter or were just going to watch.

"-aaaand who were you again?" The blonde demon asked with an awkward smile.

"I'm very glad you're asking! Because this is no other than my beloved little girl!" Alastor opened his arms widely in a dramatic form of presentation as the sound effect of a studio crowd cheering mixed with his voice.

"Wha- hold the fuck up? Your daughter??? Didn't you sing to Luci-?"

One glare full of murderous intention and loud static was enough for the spider demon to shut up.

"Now, now, how about we let the newest addition to our merry little band have a well deserved rest." Your dad not so gently pushed the uninvited guests back towards the door.

"Addition? Is she our new guest?" The moth-like demon girl asked.

Alastor's face darkened and loud static filled the room. "A҉b҉s҉o҉l҉u҉t҉e҉l҉y҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉.҉". He swapped back to his more charming persona. "She'll be joining our facility as an assistant!" His tone admitted no further questioning, and, quite reluctantly, the staff and guests left the room.

So that's the story about how you ended working in the Hazbin Hotel.

Your work was mainly small chores or helping others. Nifty needed help to clean the rooms? You were there. Someone needed you to take cover at the reception? On it. Whatever tiny task someone needed help with, you had to do it.

You were not allowed to leave the hotel. Alastor made sure of that. Wherever you went, he made sure some of his shadows followed if he was not around, just to keep you controlled; although he'd rather call it, 'lovingly checking on his little baby'. It really was not needed, even if you didn't trust nobody there and your guard was still up, where else would you go? It was literal hell outside.

Years of hiding and living in constant fear of death or something worse had left you extremely mistrustful and fearful of people. There were times were you believed this was all a ruse to lure you into a false sense of security and then hit you were it hurt most.

It's not like you didn't believe in Charlie's dream, it was just you couldn't believe it could be possible, your father had very sincerely stated that he was just sponsoring it because he loved watching doomed souls struggle to achieve something meaningful and then fail spectacularly. Of course he did.

So, at least you had a roof over your head, enough food to eat, and a no-killing rule inside the hotel. Things could be worse.

Yet, there was still something inside you, something that you so desperately tried to let go but were unable to, as it had rooted itself deeply inside your mind and heart.

It started with small things, maybe a loud sound, maybe a bit of blood, it didn't matter because you could already feel yourself breathing heavily and sweating. It was like the entire world vanished around you. You couldn't breath, you couldn't think, your mind was on edge and your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You were completely paralized with fear, your hands shaking furiously, making you drop whatever you were holding.

These episodes started becoming more and more frequent, the more you tried to fight against them, the stronger they became. Whenever Charlie, Vaggie or any guest tried to ask you about them you always tried to brush them off, not wanting them to see it as a weak spot to exploit.

After several episodes and you refusing to open yourself, Alastor had enough of watching you suffer and decided to take matters into his own hands. So, he took you to Rosie.

If you expected something out of a place called 'Cannibal Town' it certainly wasn't that. It looked so... normal, like any other town you would have found back in your time. Well, if you ignored the people eating an entire corspe on the street. Your father gently moved your face to face front, because apparently it was rude to stare.

Oh Rosie immediately adored you. 100% godmother material. That southern belle couldn't wait to pamper you and dress you up in all kinds of fancy clothes.

Talking to Rosie was surprisingly, easy, if you looked over her cannibalistic tendencies. She kindly offered you some fresh fingers, but quickly backed up when she saw you turning green, jokingly saying "Ah, teenagers and their diets."

Sessions with Rosie always left you crying and drained but in a positive way, you felt like a huge load had been lifted off your shoulders. It may be a long road ahead but it was a great start.

Talking to Vaggie also helped. Turns out being a former exterminator had left not only physical but psychological scars on her. The first months after she had been left to die in hell had also been very struggling for her. She helped you with breathing exercises, held your hands when they started shaking, and even was willing to teach you some self defence. Which your dad opposed to.

Charlie was... Charlie, always positive and upbribing but also respecting your boundaries, you were almost starting to belive she was being genuine.

There was another member of the staff who had not been present when you were first brought there and you had yet to meet. The King of Hell himself, Lucifer. Just knowing he could be there send shivers down your spine, wondering what kind of diabolical entity could he be. When you first saw that 4' overly excited manchild, at first you thought it was a joke.

Lucifer took a liking to you pretty easily, much to the annoyance of Alastor. He was curious about how someone as innocent and young as you could have ended in a place like that and vowed to protect you if someone ever gave you trouble. Your dad is seething. "Here, take this." And he just gives you a toy duck who backflips and makes the cutest rubber ducky noise. You loved it. Your dad is about to break the no-killing rule.

Alastor tried to win back your trust and love, even if he knew it was going to be a long and arduous task. He didn't care. He just got you back he was never letting you go.

He may not believe entirely in Charlie's dream, but he knew that if it was possible the one who had more chances to go straight to Heaven would be you. And he was not having that.

Alastor briefly considered making a deal to own your soul, just to ensure your safety and his control.

Up to this day he still doesn't know how you ended down there, and can't wait for the day when you will trust him enough to tell him.

He will respect your boundaries begrudgingly, he is your dad, he knows best. Will play nice and let you take your time with things. He will quietly show support for your emotional progress and make light physical contact, just enough to be supportive and not freak you out.

He cooks for you, and only you. The old homemade grandma's recipes he used to make back in your living times. At first, you didn't trust it, thinking he could have poisoned it. But the second you tasted his Jambalaya you felt like crying. Not only because after ninety years barely eating you were famished, but because for a couple of seconds, something there in the taste and smell had brought you back to simpler times. (like the Ratatouille guy)

Alastor truly desires to hear you call him 'Dad' again, you had yet to do so. Yes, you recognise him as your father, but after everything it just pains you to address him as such. It's like your dad and Alastor were two separate people. The loving father vs the serial killer, the guardian vs the Radio Demon.

He really loves you very much and it's been hard on him to keep that much distance from his little fawn. So he takes out his frustration on others, don't turn the radio on when he tells you not to.

And with time, his efforts were rewarded. Somewhat. You seemed to have gotten a bit more comfortably around him, at least you didn't flinch or recoil anytime he approached you. But you couldn't forget, you couldn't overlook the fact that he was a murderer and a cannibal and still doubted if anything you two had lived together had been truly genuine.

Honestly, it offended him that you would even think that way. Wasn't he there for you, always? Didn't he protect you from the darkness of the outside world during your living times? Wasn't he, as a father, devoted enough to his fawn?

But of course, actions spoke louder than words, and his actions had left too many cracks in your trust. But he will keep trying to win you back. Alastor's very patient demon, he has all the time in the world.

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[terry-perry]

Hi there! I saw you were looking to do Alastor requests, and I have a…spicier one in mind.

So the scenario I was hoping for, if you are comfortable with it is consensual cannibalism. The Reader (female) has an advanced regenerative and healing ability and is also a masochist.

So after the Extermination, Reader helps Alastor heal and also offers her flesh to him. Things go from there. Maybe some aftercare at the end, too?

It's not exactly smut, but some crazy, kinky, bloody stuff is involved!

TRIGGER WARNING!

Y/N was the one who found him in his radio tower, muttering and wincing to himself. She'd been the only one who searched for him after the battle. His disappearance from it was so sudden that she had her suspicions. Finding her friend in such a state was heartwrenching, especially since he always seemed so composed. Now he appeared so broken, fragile, wounded.

She approached him with caution. He was her friend, but an infamous demon, forced into a corner by the First Man too. Like dealing with many beasts, it was best to proceed with caution.

"Alastor?" She called out to him slowly.

His head snapped up upon hearing her. His dark eyes narrowed to get a better look at her. After doing so, his strained smile came with a snarl. "I do not want you to see me in such a state..."

"We've all taken a beating today Alastor," she said, walking over to him in a still careful manner. Slowly she knelt before his curled up figure on the floor. "You were smart to leave when you did. Gave you time to heal."

"Well, as you can see..." he took his hand away from his chest, which spewed out some blood that darkened his already red attire. "I may need a little more time."

She saw the way the blood covered his chest like splattered paint. He certainly took a beating after fighting hard. She was at least happy the wound was wide yet shallow. What she hated was noticing the way he attempted to reach out to her but grimaced in pain while doing so. She found it so awful to see him like this that it made her act on impulse.

Alastor didn't have time to protest as she already had her hand over his injury. He watched how she concentrated on it, how her hand suddenly had a golden light under it as his chest felt very warm then cool. Once she let go, he saw he was as good as new! No blood or anything!

"You're welcome!" She chirped, making an effort to break the tense silence.

It didn't help since before she knew it, he was throwing himself on top of her. He looked down at her, pinning her to the floor. He looked wild and savage as his eyes changed into those notorious radio dials and his sardonic grin had blood leaking out from its corners.

"I don't recall asking for your help, my dear," he growled. "You know better than to make the Radio Demon owe you his life!"

She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of Alastor's threats. They'd always been rather close and respected one another. Yet she forgot two important things about him:

He despised being on someone's hook.

And he always needed to be in control.

He already lost his sense of control in the battle when fighting Adam. His microphone was split in two, and he'd been no better. Now that she saw him in bad shape and offered him assistance in healing, he needed to find a way to regain power - to show he still could intimidate.

She was terrified...but also excited.

She doesn't know why it excited her. It might've had something to do with the fact she was hell-born and had no real experience with pain or death. It didn't help that she was born with regenerative healing abilities that helped her survive every scuffle she'd find herself in. Whatever the reason, the way Alastor bent over her gave her pleasant tingles.

She knew he didn't desire sexual depravity the way others down there did, but he did have other carnal urges that could benefit them both.

"Hurt me then Alastor," she said, growing bold with a coy smirk. "Give me all the anger you have. Take it out on my flesh."

There are some things people just don't expect. Even in Hell, surprises can come. For a demon like Alastor, he took pride in how little can shock him, humble him. Yet he's recently realized he's not in as much control as he claimed to be. He's been beaten, insulted, taken hold of. A new sense of purpose was required. A way to show power again.

But this?

"I know you want to," she hissed up at him. "You want to devour me. Go ahead! At least you'll be good at that!"

She knew that did the trick since he returned to his malicious state. His large, sharp-tooth grin opened into a gaping maw that attacked her. She let out a cry as he bit down hard on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around his waist while his teeth pierced her so fiercely that she could practically feel his gums on her skin. She pushed him further by grabbing a hold of his hair as she moaned so desperately. He held her so tightly that her cries grew strenuous.

She loved every second of it, especially when he managed to tear off some of her flesh.

----

With a snap of his finger, Alastor conjured up a small flame that helped her with her cigarette. She inhaled, released a puff of smoke, and relaxed after their little escapade. They remained on the floor of his radio tower, now snuggled up together. He looked over her body, his claws tracing the marks he left behind before they disappeared.

It was just what he needed for the time being to satiate his hunger. Full freedom was still far from his grasp, but he at least found a way to play with his needs. Thanks to her, his burning yearnings were temporarily fulfilled.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Dean is such a paradox for me because on the one hand, I have been actively triggered by him in the show, there are moments where, intentionally or not, the writers managed to create a portrayal of manipulation and abuse and control issues that it sets off actual alarms for me. And on the other hand, I would not have him any other way. There is something — not comforting, that’s too soft a word — about knowing where Dean’s actions stem from, having seen and learned all that we do about his childhood neglect and parentification and the trauma he goes through repeatedly in the show, and that he doesn’t come out clean. He comes out a goddamn mess who ends up hurting the people around him in reaction to his own pain!

There’s a reality there that’s. Almost nice, actually. Distressing to watch, but it is a fucking mess, it’s a good mess! He’s got zero healthy coping skills and a healthy relationship with say, his brother, is terrifying because it leaves him open to abandonment!

I’m not sure I’m wording this correctly. There is a way to be a good abuse victim. Take the pain, martyr yourself on it, and then, even if you have no support or idea how to, then you have to become a Good Person who never hurts anyone the way you have been learning to your entire life. Simply toss everything that shaped you out the door and emerge a saint with a tragic backstory. And Dean is not that. And that’s so fucking good. Everything that he has gone through continues to effect the way he treats the people around him, and he can’t fight the behaviors he might recognize as harmful because he also sees them as protecting him (or protecting Sam by keeping Sam with him.)

And sometimes, idk. It feels good to see a guy who didn’t heal the “right way.” Who mostly didn’t heal at all, just keeps the wound open because it’s easier that way.

[virtue3vice]

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Eclipse: has abandonment issues

The Afton Virus (fuzzbear edition): It’s free real estate

(A continuation of this lil tidbit I did a while back I guess?? With added lore(???): the Afton Virus, in this au, takes preexisting feelings and amplifies them and twists how one perceives situations into the worst scenario they could possibly be! Basically kinda like catastrophizing! So, basically, if u had to go to the store to get bread? You are Abandoning them, cruel, heartless, and do not care about how much they love you! Ain’t that just adorable!)

(Also if u r seeing parallels to Miette and being kicked like th football then u r right and that is, in fact, the vibe this thought process gives to anyone that Isn’t Infected lol ejdhdjdhdjs)

[indifferent-depravity]

Do you think hotch is a controlling partner?

oh, 100%! You saw the way he was with Haley and especially once he starts dating again after her death he would be obsessed with making sure you're safe, he'd rather die than let another loved one die because of his work.

He seems like the type of guy to demand to know where you're going and how long you'll be gone and then hide a tracker in your car and download an app on your phone so he can make sure you are where you say you are

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Chapter 3 of These Are Not Our Masks!

@daboyau

@that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy

@iobsesswaytoomuch

@sady-is-secretly-an-alchemist

@dluebirb

Raph and Leo snap back to attention at Draxum’s voice and arrival. He stands in front of a still open and glowing portal and has a look of pure disappointment on his face.

“You were supposed to collect your brothers and eliminate everyone else who stood in your way. Are you disobeying my orders!?”

Mikey holds onto Raph protectively.

“Yes they are! And nobody is going back with you!”

Draxum rolls his eyes.

“I should have made you all have some level of higher intelligence instead of putting it all in the purple one. This is not a situation where any of you have a choice.” His hand glows as he holds it out towards Raph and Leo.

The two of them scream out and hold onto their faces in pain.

Splinter steals one of Leo’s katanas and strikes at Draxum.

“You can not have them!

Draxum dodges.

“You fool, they were mine from the start! Now listen to my commands! Artemis! Atlas!”

Raph and Leo revert to their earlier behavior and go after both Mikey and Donnie.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N! Release the nets!” Donnie commands.

“Here they come!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shoots them out, getting both brothers caught and put to the floor.

They claw and thrash around which makes it clear the nets will not hold them for long. Another plan is needed, and fast.

“It’s a marvel what you’ve done with your limited resources. I’m sure you’ll make something better than this trash under my command.” Draxum waves his hand again.

Vines shoot up and around Donnie, completely surrounding him. A mask is held by several of them while others grab Donnie’s arms and legs.

The mask is smaller than the others, only being enough to cover his eyes. It’s metallic purple all across. There’s a goggle over one eyehole with two screws next to it’s top and bottom. The other side of the mask has gears and a geometric pattern around the eyehole.

If Donnie wasn’t in so much danger and didn’t know who it was from, he might actually be impressed.

He struggles heavily, also trying to bite the vines.

Splinter turns to help him but gets stopped by Draxum who he continues to fight with. Mikey pulls at the vines as much as he can. Every one he gets rid of has another pop up in its place.

“Donnie! BOOYAKASHA!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gives out a battle cry and starts mowing down the vines.

Draxum notices while continuing his fight and moves some vines to grab the drone. He tears him to pieces, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N’s head dropping to the floor.

Donnie’s eyes widen as his heart absolutely shatters alongside his robotic son.

“No! S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N! I’m going to turn you into lamb chops, do you hear me Draxum!?”

“Save that attitude for humanity.”

The vines with the mask slams it onto Donnie’s face.

Everything starts falling apart almost immediately afterwards.

Raph and Leo escape their nets, barreling towards Mikey since he’s the only one left without a mask.

Donnie is finally released from the vines.

That proves to be a mistake.

His fingers twitch unnaturally as he types, but he still manages to use his wrist device. Lasers start firing all over the place from different directions.

Leo gets distracted from chasing the lights, Mikey vaguely remembers when they were little and that worked on him.

Raph gets distracted trying to stop Leo from burning himself.

Mikey grabs at Donnie’s hand and attempts to get him to safety.

Donnie doesn’t move any inch.

“Leave me. Don’t go anywhere obvious. Warn April before she gets here. I’m destroying my controls for the tank. Go.”

Mikey tears up and shakes his head.

“No! I’m not-!”

Donnie slaps Mikey across the face, leaving him completely shocked and with scratch marks on his cheek.

“Did I ask you!? Do you know how hard it is to even be talking to you!? Get father and leave! Leave! LEAVE!”

Mikey runs and grabs his father’s hand instead, pulling him along as they run.

“Purple! Red! Blue! No! I will save you from this! I swear!” Splinter insists.

“What are you doing!? You’re letting them get away! Do as I say, Artemis, Apollo, Atlas!” Draxum orders.

Donnie suddenly appears next to him, having moved so fast the sheepman could hardly react in time. The wrist device is grabbed and smashed against his face as hard as possible.

Draxum shouts and reels back in pain.

Donnie tackles him, scratching and biting relentlessly.

“Artemis! Atlas! Get him off me!“

Raph and Leo move back over. Raph wraps both arms around Donnie tightly, lifting him off the ground.

Leo cackles.

It’s unsure if it’s at Draxum or Donnie.

Draxum stands up and glares down at the snapping soft shell.

“How are you able to resist my commands this much?”

Donnie spits at him.

“How should I know why your shoddy work isn’t functional!? I’ll tear you into pieces-“

“Now I remember, you didn’t steal one of my weapons. You aren’t attuned to mystic energy like my other creations. I’ll just have to imbue more of my energy in your mask. A simple solution that will also serve as your punishment.” Draxum places his hand on the mask.

Donnie’s throat hurts from how loud he screams.

Draxum smiles.

Donnie eventually goes limp, head only held up by Draxum’s hand. It falls down when he moves it away.

“Atlas, release him.”

Raph let’s go.

Donnie fails to his knees.

“Apollo, are you ready to be of use now?” Draxum questions.

Donnie lifts his head.

“Yes, Baron Draxum.”

Draxum smiles widely.

“Then it’s time you fulfill your purpose.”

Splinter portaled himself and Mikey into the tank then tossed the katana outside the hatch. It probably has some kind of a tracker, knowing Draxum.

He closes the hatch and gets into the driver’s seat. His heart aches as he knows he’s taking Raph’s place, but he presses the button to open the garage door and speeds the tank out of there.

Mikey silently sobs while sitting in his seat. Donnie might have hurt him, but he was doing it to get him to just listen and go. Maybe if he had just done that Donnie wouldn’t have anything to feel bad about later.

Splinter drives so fast that he barely has time to stop when they see April about to open a manhole.

Mikey very quickly hops out and pulls her in before Splinter speeds off again. He clings to her as much as he can, soaking her shirt with his tears. April squeezes him and decides to ignore the fact that she’s going to need a new shirt.

“What happened? Donnie texted SOS! Why isn’t he here!? Wait, why aren’t Leo and Raph here either!?”

Splinter grips the arms of the chair tightly.

“They’ve all been taken and forced to work under Draxum.”

April’s face pales.

“They’re….no way….Mikey’s the only one left?”

Splinter nods solemnly.

“I’m afraid so. Donatello warned us not to go anywhere obvious. They will look for us at your home. I know somewhere else we can go.”

“And that is?”

“LEMONADE! Todd’s special lemonade for my gue-! Oh no! What happened to you!?” Todd sets the tray with cups and pitcher down on his table and rushes over to Mikey and April.

Mikey sniffles and let’s go of April just to open up his arms to Todd.

Todd whistles and an army of puppies come running to tackle Mikey to the ground. They lick at his face, taking away any tears on it. He moves his head a bit so they don’t lick his scratch.

“Thanks Todd, I really needed this.”

“Of course! Anything for my best friend! But I could help a lot more if I knew what happened!”

Mikey sadly tells the entire story, fully filling everyone present in.

April and Splinter look even more terrified. Neither of them knew exactly how bad it had gotten. Now they’re aware that might be entirely screwed.

“Donnie did that to you….?”

“H-He wouldn’t have done it if he could help it. Even with how hard it was to talk, he wanted me to remember to warn you, April.”

She feels a little choked up that Donnie used some of his last bits of sanity to worry about her. April rejected hanging out with them today in favor of spending some time relaxing with Mayhem. If she had been there, she could have done something.

No, no time to think about that. She’s here now and her pseudo brothers need her.

“We need a plan! We can’t just let Draxum use them like puppets! Splints, what are our options?”

“If this is what I believe it to be….then I am not sure….but I do know where I can get some information. That auction house must have some of my family scrolls since they continue to sell things from my time as Lou Jitsu.”

“Then we go looking! There’s no time to waste!”

“Y-Yeah, let’s go!” Mikey tries to sit up.

April gently pushes him back into the puppy pile.

“Sorry buddy. It’s better for you to be here where they won’t find you. Todd will protect you, right Todd?”

Todd rips off his shirt and shows off a surprisingly good physique.

“Nothing will get to my pal while I’m here!”

“Okay, I wasn’t expecting all that, but my point is proven.”

“But I want to help! Leo and Donnie….they both made sure I wasn’t taken….I have to repay the favor by helping fix them!” Mikey whines.

Splinter kneels down next to him and strokes his non hurt cheek.

“My son, you can repay the favor by staying safe like they wanted. If Draxum gets you as well, it’s truly over.”

Mikey leans into his dad’s hand and sighs.

“Okay….I’ll stay. Both of you be extra careful!”

“You’ve got it. We’ll be back!” April heads into the tank again.

Splinter kisses Mikey’s forehead and follows after her. The tank speeds off quickly.

Mikey sighs.

“Don’t be sad, friend. Let me get you patched up, then you can have some lemonade and we can cook together and play with the puppies! Doesn’t that sound fun?” Todd holds out his hand.

Mikey takes it, smiling softly.

“Yeah….it does. It would just be a lot more fun with my brothers.”

Todd helps him up and leads him to the first aid area of the puppy park.

“You can always come back with them after they’re okay again!”

“You’re right. And they will be okay again!”

“That’s the spirit! Do you want a Dalmatian or Golden Retriever bandaid?”

“Dalmatian please.”

April sits in Donnie’s seat as Splinter once again drives the tank.

“So….you said reaching out to them helps a little?”

“Not enough, but yes. Perhaps if they could stay away from Draxum for longer. It wouldn’t be an easy task.”

April thinks for a second.

“If Draxum wants the guys to rule the world for him or something, Donnie would need more parts. He also can’t work fast if he’s distracted so any place he goes to has to be somewhere he can be alone. I bet he’d go to the Purple Dragon’s lair!”

“Please do not tell me that you want to try to find him there. You have seen what happened to Orange, and he told us what Red did to Blue. They aren’t themselves. He won’t forgive himself if he hurts you either.”

“I won’t give him the chance! Besides, I’ve known the guys for years. They’ve got weaknesses even they don’t know about but I do. If anyone is going to get Donnie back, it’s me.”

Splinter sighs.

“Then you want to split up?”

“Yeah! You drop me off and go head to the auction house. I’ll calm Donnie down enough for you to use whatever you find, then he can help us get the other guys back!”

“You’re sure about this?”

“Of course I am. You know I’d do anything for them.”

“Then let’s save our boys.”

After getting the address from April, Splinter changes course to the hideout.

He hopes he doesn’t regret it.

[thechosenanubis]

Nina is actually a better person than people give her credit for. Like at the beginning of S1, I had the same scenario with Patricia happen to me: new girl at a new school, trying to make friends, and this other girl in my class didn't like my ~vibes~ or whatever and started saying nasty stuff and trying to isolate me. (thankfully in my case no close friends were kidnapped by secret societies in search for eternal life 💀 ) So not only i can sympathize with her situation, but even relate to it.

And what I don't see talked about enough is ( or if people did, I haven't seen those posts) calling out Patricia's behavior for what it really was: bullying. Keep in mind here, that I understand where Patricia's behavior is coming from, since she's being gaslit like crazy. But that still doesn't make her behaviour towards Nina acceptable or excusable.

And I wouldn't have blamed Nina if she refused to accept Patricia's apology, because is not a victim's responsability ( only their choice) to forgive their bully.

Still, Nina forgave Patricia because she's good like that ( and probably didn't want to break the already fragile ecosystem of the house with more hostility even if it was within her right to keep a grudge and refuse Patricia's apology. )

What i'm trying to say, Nina is a good person, flawed but good.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[compassionatereminders]

Have you ever wrote a diary/journal?

If not are you planning on writing a diary?

I decided to start writing a diary that's why i'm asking i bought a beautiful diary but ofc i won't be writing every day just when i have to get something off my chest

As a kid (13-14 year old) i had a diary but my mom found it and was reading it. She put it in the same spot so i wouldn't know and i finally figured it out 6 or 7 months later when i knew i put my diary in a different position. She returned it to the right place just the position was off. I never wrote anything crazy in it but at the same time i felt violated in my room i hid my diary behind my books. It was the best place because my mom was always snooping around in my room, i did clean my room and all that but she was so obsessed with snooping around. I couldn't lock my room since my mom hid the key, i never actually had a key but when we got new door she took the key right away. My mom didn't snoop just with me bit with everyone. She would also snoop around other people's hand bags when they weren't around (when someone visited us) and she was caught a few times.

Once she snooped in my cousin's bag (my cousin was 19 and she had condoms in it) later on she was telling everyone my cousin was a whore and so on.

I move out and i am a roommate with my friend now. We are both 23 and we both have jobs. So i thought it was a perfect time to start writing a diary again. Sorry for my english.

Only if tumblr counts... But I'm so sorry your mom didn't respect your privacy and I'm happy you're now in a safe space where you're able to safely return to the habit! ❤️

[letmestarvetodeath-blog]

✨~Cheese eggs and toast~✨

Total cal: 156

3 egg whites: 51cal

8th cup of Italian style shredded cheese: 45cal

Slice of bread: 60cal

[monimccoythings]

Random headcanons of Alastor and his child!reader

This will mix headcanons from both the living and the afterliving times.

Tw: Controlling behavior, implied cannibalism, references to murder.

This is not proof read so I apologize for any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

Your home is always filled with music. Be it the radio, a record player or him singing. There's always someone playing a tune. Even now at the hotel you can always find him in one of the common rooms humming a song or with his cathedral radio on.

Loves dancing with you, you'll be helping him cook and next thing you know he is swirling you around the room, music mixing with your combined laughter.

From a very young age, he will teach you to love the radio. He is immensely proud of his job (the legal one) and wants to share it with you.

Likes to treat your wounds and illness the traditional way, just like he used to when you were alive. You got a scratch? He is cleaning it for you and bandaging it up. You are down with something? He'll wrap you in blankets with a hot water bottle and feed you old family remedies and warm soup. If the wound or illness is way too severe to his liking, he will immediately make it go away with a snap of his fingers, otherwise he just likes to act like your caregiver and mother hen you.

Really loves to pull the 'single hardworking dad' act that makes the mothers and female teachers at your school swoon. He is not really interested in pursuing anything further with them, but boy, does he enjoy the attention.

He likes to check on you while you are sleeping. Sometimes he just stays there, quietly watching you sleep, his ever present smile growing bigger as a sense of pride fills his chest.

Lots of dad jokes, I think he's the only one who could pull it off and have everyone laugh. It goes with his radio host charisma and personality.

He does your hair. This man has singlehandledly researched and become well versed in the art of braiding hair. Braids, pigtails, or just brush it, you call it, you got it.

Alastor loves control and having power over people, he is the kind of dad that will subtly talk you out of doing something he doesn't approve of, just using his inmense charms and smooth talking skills to convince you into thinking this was your decision after doing some critical thinking. "Cher, I don't think you should do X, how about you do Y instead?" "I'm sure your friend is too busy to hang out today, why don't we go to the ice cream shop?" He won't ever put you down or make you feel bad about anything, but if you are deviating for the path that he has already set for you (the safe path) he will immediately persuade you to go back to the right way, his way. In Hell that aspect of him has become a million times worse, since he has already lost you once and has become someone with many dangerous enemies who wouldn't hesitate to use you to get back at him. His overprotectiveness and controlling behavior skyrocket when he becomes a demon, which eventually will come back to bite him in the ass.

Doesn't like having anyone question about your biological parents. He is your parent. You don't need anybody else.

Alastor is not fond of physical affection, unless he is the one initiating it. But, since he has had you since you were a baby, he has mostly grown used to your touch. He has become proficient enough in detecting your moods that he knows exactly when you are going to need a hug, a kiss or some other kind of physical comfort, so he can get ahead and start the contact first. He admits that one of his favorite ways nowadays to show affection to you is ruffling your fluffy hair, lightly tickling your ears, his eyes fill with joy when your ears get all twitchy.

Your room back at the hotel is a carbon copy of the one you had back when you were alive, but bigger, and with a private old timey bathroom. Alastor likes to come in whenever he pleases, he is the unliving embodiment of "I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as your parent by coming in anyway". He even said so once. Word by word.

You can't stand Mimzy. Sorry, it's a fact, she always gets your name wrong and only comes by if she needs something from your dad. She seems to not be very fond of you either, can't understand why in Hell Alastor would waste his time so willingly just to take care of a snooty brat that ain't even his. But your father seems to like her enough, so you swallow up your critics.

When he was alive, and came back from a 'hunt', he always brought a little memorabilia for you, maybe some old watch, a fancy toy or trinket the victim had on them at that moment. Whatever little thing that wasn't too incriminating and pretty enough to be worthy of you. Now that you know the truth, you can't stop wondering with dread if every little thing he gifts you belonged once to a poor tormented soul that crossed in his path.

Might had fed you human remians in his stews. He utterly denies it, claiming that he would never do that to your delicate stomach. But the suspicious way his eyes quickly dart around the room, makes you think otherwise. It was the Great Depression after all, food was scarce. You'd rather not dwell too much on it or you will never eat anything ever again.

He is a monster, and it pained you to have been so blind all these years, but even after discovering his true nature, the only thing you could say about his parenting before that terrible night of the discovery, was that he was an excellent dad, a tad bit overbearing and overprotective, but a great parent nonetheless.

[vixenday]

i am still going through the horrors but i made an au!!! it’s a squirrelflight au called the crush au, where she stays with ashfur. nightcloud doesn’t divorce crowfeather but does NOT like him (staying together for breezekit’s sake), crowfeather knows about the three’s existence but doesn’t give a darn about them, and squirrelflight still takes the kits and tells ashfur they’re his, as she did with brambleclaw.

ashfur is a controlling piece of fox dung to squirrelflight, as one could expect from him, forcing her to fit in the role of a loving wife and mother so he can live his white-picket-fence dream. squilf finds solace in talking to nightcloud at gatherings about their shitty mates, and the two become friends. they start to sneak out to see each other and talk with each other, and become besties. this was a thing from my other tumblr draft about it that i haven’t posted yet which essentially is them.

ashfur eventually gets worse to squilf, and leafpool knows it’s not good but it really sets in when jaypaw, her very new apprentice, mentions it. leafpool is very upset and gets squilf to tell firestar and sandstorm. she eventually gets support and leaves ashfur and he seems chill about it, but he is Not. he’s essentially stalking her, and wuh oh nightcloud and squirrelflight, eventually, become secretly romantic crowleaf style (at this point nightcloud divorced crowfeather, and this takes place a while later as squilf needs to heal and repair her mental state before jumping into another relationship). ashfur snaps because “only i can have her” weird shit. fire scene!!!! but, it is different. ashfur plans it more carefully, a lot more. he wants to take away everything squirrelflight ever loved, so he can be the only thing she can love. it’s not as much revenge like it is in canon but an attempt to destroy her further so she only has him left. the fire scene is essentially the same, with the exception of nightcloud being there rather than squirrelflight. and instead of the classic “they’re adopted lol” bit, breezepelt pops out of nowhere and literally up and attacks ashfur, and the others get to escape. i have no clue how i’m gonna get nightcloud there but i will FIGURE IT OUT, breeze just follows nightcloud. I PROMISE THIS IS COOL AND MAKES SENSE THIS IS A RLLY CONDENSED VER. OF THE AU

ashfur lives and he gets a cool scar from the fire, and he goes “ugh fine you know what. HEY EVERYONE SQUIRRELFLIGHT ATTACKED ME AND SHES DATING NIGHTCLOUD” but nightcloud, i love her, is a stubborn lady that takes no shit, and essentially argues with ashfur at the gathering. starclan is pissed and does the moon cloud cover thing, but the clans remain at the gathering. crowfeather gets upset at nightcloud, nightcloud is sticking to her morals and taking no shit from ashfur, ashfur is just an asshole, squilf is two moments away from a panic attack and leafpool is considering murder, you know how it is. some stuff happens that i haven’t figured out, but eventually nightcloud and breezepaw go to thunderclan. why? i think it’s an adorable found family idea LOOK AT THEM.

that’s my wip half-done au that is not developed at all but i love the idea and am going to be doodling and developing it over the next few weeks ^^

[inkblot22]

Crazy sickening thought but what if there’s a scenario where azul takes advantage of reader? Like imagine reader not having anywhere to after four years and crowley giving up/deciding reader is too expensive and a burden to take care of since they are a grownup and haven’t been useful. They decide to desperate to find a way so they and grim dont end up on the streets look for azul for a place to stay and azul agrees only if they agree to be azuls spouse and meet conditions of his like never leaving him, cooking for him, kissing him times throughout the day. Whats your thoughts on this? Do you think azul would add more terms?

Hello! This is excellent and you caught me on an Azul day. I apologize in advance because this is honestly a bit long.

TW controlling behavior, abuse, captivity, coerced marriage, Crowley being a deadbeat, non-consensual kissing/touch, isolation and being in the ocean at night, my best attempt at legalese, Jade and Floyd because these three are the scariest package deal ever conceived. Misogyny, if you squint, as well as house-spousification. That is a word now.

Grim is way too calm about this. It's not that you could really resent him for being oblivious, but sometimes you indulge your irritation with one thought, "Grim is lucky that I love him."

And he is. He's lucky that you're here, lucky that you're willing to sell your body to a certain silver-haired asshole just so he can indulge on various seafoods, including fresh-caught tuna.

Well, that's not really fair. Azul hasn't gotten more physical than a few hugs and kisses, sharing the same bed, that type of thing. You can tell he's considered doing more, you see it in his eyes when you lay down to go to sleep or wear certain colors, usually dark blues and violets. Not that you've worn much else in...

Seven, how long has it been? Let's see... On your fourth year at NRC, Dire Crowley invited you to his office for tea. Not in so many words, he said that your time at NRC was reaching the end of it's stay. He'd send for you upon discovering a way for you to return home, but until then, you and Grim needed to begin your internship within the week. You hid your unease as best as you could, but when you got back to Ramshackle, you could barely breathe. Grim wasn't present for the meeting, so when he saw your obvious despair he immediately threatened to burn whoever had hurt you. You had laughed it off, promising him that everything would be okay.

You should have known, honestly. You sent messages to both Ace and Deuce, letting them know what happened, and they both felt awful, but were in no position to have you come stay with them. Although any of your former upperclassmen would have probably accepted you, but right when you were wondering how you were supposed to get a job without any form of identification past your very own person, much less a place to stay, you received a message in a group chat you had long forgotten about.

Underneath the all caps title of the chat, "THE FISH MAFIA," Jade had simply invited you to the Coral Sea with Grim for a dinner. Of course you had accepted. Perhaps you could ask Azul for a job in his mother's restaurant, and subsequently, move to whatever land mass was near the Coral Sea. That way you and Grim wouldn't be homeless.

You let Crowley know and he set up the mirror for your departure, even going so far as to give you a pair of potions so you wouldn't drown and wishing you well. You tried not to dislike him even more for that, tried being the key word.

Jade and Floyd were waiting for you on the other side. They looked about the same as the last time you'd seen them, perhaps a little longer than before. Floyd grabbed both you and Grim and darted through the water, stopping in front of an elegant building that seemed to be made out of shells. You were guided in, all the way to the back, where Azul was waiting, in human form.

"Hello, Prefect... or shall I just use your name? From what I've heard, you won't be living in Ramshackle for much longer."

You had forgotten about that. Your memories, up until that point, were relatively positive when it came to Azul, so of course you overlooked his harsh comments, forgotten by the haze of happy memories you had with him. But Azul had always been somewhat mean.

"Regardless, take a seat. We have all the foods you like on the land, and then some." He offered you a somewhat wan smile, "No drinks, though. Sorry. Perhaps we can go to a cafe after this business is finished."

You took a seat and one of the servers placed a large, flat rock on your lap.

"It's to keep you from floating away." Azul had said.

You thought that was kind of fun. That was probably the last time you had that thought connected to Azul. Grim didn't bat an eye and began scarfing down the contents of the table, and you met Azul's staring eye.

"Business?"

"Yes, my darling, business. I take it that you don't have a large window of opportunity, so please believe me when I say I want the best for you and your familiar. I am offering you a place to stay, food, drinks, and clothing. All you have to do is sign this teensy little document."

"Wait, what's goin' on?" Grim paused his eating to give you a confused look.

"Oh... It'll all work out, Grim," You began.

"Dire Crowley has given our little human here a week to move out of Ramshackle house." Azul interrupted.

"Good! That place was run-down anyway!" He went back to eating.

You couldn't blame him for his shortsightedness then. You simply sighed and Azul addressed you again.

"So, my dear, knowing that I will provide for you and your familiar, and knowing that you'll be homeless in a week's time with no real way to regain a home, I believe you can understand how signing this is in your best interest."

You nod, once, slightly hesitantly, and Azul smiles, passing a document to you. It's dry to the touch, but a quick scan and you decided it was better to just sign and get it over with.

Presently, tucked neatly under Azul's arm as dawn breaks over the beachside, you really wish that you'd read the entire contract earlier.

It wasn't so bad at first, he set you and Grim up on the top floor of one of the land-based establishments that his mother owned and had passed down to him. He said it was something of a side hobby, but you read it more as a front for his other business. Regardless, for a long while, things were fine. What little you had was already in the room he'd set up for you and Grim. But then the stipulations of the contract began coming into effect.

Within three months of the signing date, the signor will be legally wed to the signee.

That wasn't so bad. The wedding was ridiculously extravagant, but you managed to wrangle Grim into a bow tie and that was cute enough. Azul was all smiles, but every time you wanted to run, you remembered that it was all for your and Grim's wellbeing.

The first night you went home as spouses, Azul talked at length about a possible honeymoon. You nodded along, too tired from the day's events, and went to open the door to the room you'd been sharing until now with Grim. Azul grabbed you by your arm, hard enough to leave a mark, and pulled you into the master suite.

"Married couples should sleep together, shouldn't they?"

2. Both parties are required to show the other affection, physical and otherwise. The consequence of withholding such results in a loss of privileges.

This was a bit less okay. Azul wasn't overly touchy, but you found that he didn't care who saw what. You weren't opposed to most of it, seeing as his hand was usually on your shoulder or back, somewhere not at all concerning, but he also would occasionally turn and kiss you without warning or permission.

It made your head spin. In every other way, he was very reserved, but every time he kissed you was so random. It wasn't that he smelled bad or tasted bad, unless he had just returned from a meeting, wherein he would generally smell like alcohol-free bourbon or something adjacent. You'd always try harder than usual to pull away when he smelled like that.

"It's just a gentleman's drink, my angel... My goodness, I didn't know you were this shy!"

3. If the signatory is otherwise unoccupied around noon, they will prepare lunch for their spouse and bring it to him. A breach of this term will result in the signatory's familiar being put outside for a night. *See addendum A.

Every day, for the last year, you have walked in, regardless of Azul being in the middle of a meeting or not, and served him a lunch that you threw together.

At this point, you're pretty certain that you could bring him a banana peel coated in mayo and ketchup on a dirty plate and he'd eat it like it was the best thing in the world. Every time you put lunch in front of him, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing a kiss against your ribs and looking up at you as if you've hung the moon.

"This looks delicious, my angel. Thank you."

4. Privileges such as allowance, certain articles of clothing, certain food items, will be withheld in the case of a breach of contract.

This one wasn't really observed by Azul. As far as you could recall, every time you messed up, he would become inconsolable, then really cold.

If you did something he really, really didn't like, he'd "invite" you for a midnight swim, then lock you in the bathroom while you were still wet. This is why an addendum was added, since getting sopping wet and locked in a cold bathroom resulted in you getting sick and unable to make lunch.

"I'm doing this because I love you so much."

5. The signatory shall adopt the moniker of a stay-at-home spouse. They will be allowed days to go out and shop for both necessary groceries and personal effects.

Your "going out" days were Wednesdays and Saturdays, partially because that gave Azul an excuse to tag along on at least one of those days and also because he could send one of his lackeys to follow you and Grim around.

Everything you purchased was looked over by him, and when you got home, he'd ask you about various items you purchased while trying to coax you to sit with him.

"Angel, why in the world do you need... five packages of... 'dino gro capsules'?"

6. Azul Ashengrotto may exercise his discretion to determine whether or not his spouse is following the contract to the best of their ability.

Azul was not a fair or reliable judge. At best, he wanted you to be by his side as often as possible, but at worst, he'd be irritated by Grim's very presence in the house. You weren't afforded much mercy. If the twins were visiting on land, which they did way more often than you liked, and you happened to have really done it that day, they'd sneak in and drape blankets over you.

Azul didn't care if he noticed, and it felt like every day it got worse. Every day you'd find out about another rule of the contract, every day you'd have to lie and tell Grim that everything was okay.

But you could feel it, this pressure, building up within you. One of these days, you'd snap, and hopefully Grim wouldn't be there to see it.

Because you didn't want him to think you resented him.

[sadistic-softie]

GIRL HELL 1999

I LIKE LYING TO MYSELF THAT I LIKE EVERYONE I MEET!!! IT'S A FUNNY LITTLE CYCLE, DO IT WHILE I FALL ASLEEP!!! IF I DO IT EVERYDAY AND IF I DO IT EVERY WEEK- THEN I JUST MIGHT BECOME A BETTER MAN YOU WANTED OUT OF ME!!!

I GOT CELLOPHANE WRAPPED AROUND THE LINING OF MY THROAT!!! IF YOU EVER HEAR ME BREATHING THEN THAT BREATHING IS A JOKE!!! PLEASE BE NICE TO ME AND I WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I'M TOLD!!! SIMPLE, I GET TO BE DUMB, YOU GET TO EXERCISE CONTROL!!! E-E-E-E-EXERCISE CONTROL!!! E-E-E-E-EXERCISE CONTROL!!!

Ca-a-an you please just check again? I'd become fucking destitute before I'd be your man There are wires overhead and there are wires in your hand Pull-Pull-Pull the plug on me, I switch you up again (I-I-It's your problem)

I-I-It's your problem I-I-IIt's your problem It-It-It's your problem I-I-It- I-I-I JUST MAKE THIS SHIT SO YOU CAN LOSE YOUR-!!!

I-I-I GOT LUCKY, I DO IT ALL THE TIME!!! I DO IT 'CAUSE I LIKE IT AND I LIKE IT 'CAUSE ITS MINE!!! E-E-E-EVERYDAY I TAKE A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME!!! AND I KEEP THEM IN A BOX, I ORGANISE THEM ALL BY SI̵Z̴̑E̵̋!!! ̸͍̀Y̷EAḨ̶͆ ̸Í̶͕ ̷W̷̢͛A̸N̸̟̒T̷̲̎ IT̶!!! I̶ WA̸N̶͎̾T̴͙̎ Î̵̗T̴ ̸̺̃Q̶̳͑U̵I̸̽Ṱ̸́E̸ ̷Â̵̯ ̸̉Ḷ̷̓O̴͎͆T̴̸̨̻̍̐!!! Ǐ̷'M̴̒ ̵͎͒IN̸ IT̶̜̊ ̵'̶̗̆C̴̥͐A̸U̵̯͊S̴͋Ë̶́ ̶̲̽I C̶̘̃À̸N̵͒ ̴̧͊B̸͋E̶͝, ̵̞̍Ỳ̷̯O̴͐U̶͍̍ ̷C̸̋A̵̰̽N̶̫̾'̸̇T̷̓ T̷̥̾Ě̵̗L̴̢͘L̷̠̿ M̶͇̉È̶̠ Ṭ̸͆H̶̡͛A̷T̷̨͋ I̸̔'M̸̼̅ N̸͕͑Ö̴̦́T̶̻̈́!!! ̶̗͂Â̷̢R̴͖͛È̴̢ Y̵̘̎Ȍ̷̘Ú̷͙ Ś̶̺T̴̖̒U̷̘͂P̵̯̊ID̴̯̈́?!! ̷̫̍T̸H̶͌E̶̕ P̶͚̉Ã̶̧I̵N̵͝Ṫ̸̨ I̸͠S̶͛ W̸HȦ̵̦Ţ̸̓'̵S̸ IŇ̵ͅS̴̹͠Ǐ̸D̴E̵̾!!! ̵̨̚I P̵̬͐U̷L̷L̴͇͝ O̸̯̍U̷̥͌T̸ A̶̘̍L̵̜̓L̸͓̊ M̷͈̎Y̷̜͒ B̸̏L̸͋ͅŐ̶̞O̷̯͝D̷̡̕ ̸̡̊V̴̕͜EṠ̸̼SE̴̬̎L̸S̷͚̄ Ḁ̷̐ND̸̰̈́ Ļ̸̔A̶̟͂Y̸ T̴̮̊H̵̯͝E̷M̵̧̽ O̸̧̚U̸T̵ ̸̰̊L̶Ỉ̷K̴̦̈́E ̶͋V̷I̷̘͝N̸E̶͗S̷!!!

A̸̛͚͇͉̠̐̈́̓͂̚Ā̴̟̠͇͍̹̟̌͌͛͑̓͠ͅȂ̸͎̩͠Ȁ̵͔̭̘̪̇̔̀̒̍̿Ä̴̡̞̱́̎͐Å̴̢̱̠̏̽͊͝͝ͅȂ̶̡̙̚Â̸͖̼͙̋A̶̤͑̄͋͝A̵̫̻͋̓͒A̵̪̥̗̼̽̈́͋̋̐͝͝ͅA̴̱̓̕À̵̺̳͇͛A̷̜̾̓̈́͂͠͝A̵̼͇̫̽Ȃ̸̧̼̓̅Ȧ̴̱͚̙͙̅̐̉̃̚-̴̛̺̾́̃͋̇͝A̵̧̨̗̥̪̭͖̓͋́̚A̵̹̥͒̽̅̒̈́̈́-̸͙̤͒̃̂̎Å̷̟͈̘͙͇A̵̙̰̎̃-̷̡͔̦̗̣̋̇͆͌Ą̶̛̙͉͚͖̺̓̍̎̄͘͠-̵̝̏͆̽A̴͕̔̽̾̀-̷̢͙͙͒̚A̸̤̓͑-̶̡͖̖͍͇̮͌̅Ą̶͇̪̟̈͂̕

WRAPPED-A-ROUND-THE-LIN-ING-OF-MY-THROAT!!! IF YOU EVER HEAR ME BREATHING THEN THAT BREATHING IS A JOKE!!! PLEASE BE NICE TO ME AND I WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I'M TOLD!!! SIMPLE, I GET TO BE DUMB, YOU GET TO EXERCISE CON---

It's your problem I-I-It's your problem I-I-IIt's your problem It-It-It's your problem It's your problem It-It's your problem I-I-IIt's your problem It-It-It's your problem It's your problem

[dragon-tamer-1]

I want to be able to reblog people's art without having to worry about people's negative reactions when it's someone that a majority of people don't like, is that so much to ask?

Why must it be a problem if I like someone's art even if the person believes in something others don't? Why must people treat people like they're bad for liking someone's art and writing when others don't like that person because of their beliefs?

I'm just hanging out and reblogging art and writing that I find enjoyable. In the end that's just what I'm doing when I reblog stuff. Enjoying it. If it's something I don't enjoy/like to see, I just block the tag or, if it's a specific blog that I decided that I didn't enjoy and don't want to see I block that blog as well. Otherwise just vibing. I don't hate anyone that doesn't like someone else of course, but the way people talk about that one person, it's like they think it's the worst possible thing for someone to enjoy that person's art and writing. I just can't hate someone based on that person's beliefs, it just goes against my own personal beliefs, and I can't help that I still enjoy those things.

I try to keep the drama and stuff off my blog cause I'm not about that. And it shouldn't be treated like some kind of crime to still enjoy someone's art/writing/etc just because other people don't like that person, in my opinion.