#is charlie helping or just watching? i dont know. i dont feel like fleshing out the ghost mechanics here

[springlock-suits]

Fnaf-tober | Day 14: Give Gifts, Give Life

I'm running out of caption ideas. Hi. I was going to draw something else for this day but then I read through my fnaf au lore, classic mistake

Edit: Made a different puppet design 👍

Fnaf-tober by miiilowo

[hazbinhotelie]

Hey there! really liked your other blog so far and i just read your list of headcanons for alastor and the one about him constantly emitting static gave me an idea^^

how about the reader being a regular sinner who's new at the hotel and they're on a good way of becoming friends with alastor. they love to gossip or just sit in silence with a good book, enjoying each others company.

slowly al realises he's developing romantic feelings for them, which he cannot admit to. that'd be embarassing. so instead whenever the reader does something very cute he just starts screaming in his head about it - which comes out as the static surrounding him.

but now whenever he's in his head sceaming something specific (i.e. 'i want to kiss them') the reader starts clutching their ears or scratching roughly at the back of their neck and it has him soo worried. can they hear what he's thinking? what's going on??

uhh so yeah, just a reader who doesn't mind static but is still really sensitive to specific frequencies or other high pitched noises that makes them want to claw off their ears haha ^^'

It started with a paper cut.

I was washing the dishes after dinner, and realistically, I should’ve been more careful. Charlie brought in the mail and set an envelope on the counter for me. I turned off the water, set the sponge aside, and dried my hands. I reached for the envelope and- “Ow! Fuck,” I yelled. I watched the blood drip from the wound already, glaring at it.

“Is everything alright, my dear?” Alastor asked, poking his head in through the door. He looked at me and immediately seemed to notice my wound- and I was surprised. It was so small, so innocuous. “What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s just a paper cut,” I said, nonchalant. I sighed and moved to fix it, but he was already there.

“Please, allow me,” he said, softer. He wrapped a bandage around the cut for me. His static sounded softer than usual. “The kitchen is full of rotten flesh, it’s no place for a wound that can be so easily infected."

“Thank you," I said, a bit taken aback. I smiled noting his static was softer right now, louder, yes, but softer.

My next hint was when we were having tea with Rosie.

"Dont worry darling, I know you’re an ace in the hole,” Rosie said with a grin.

"I still have no idea what that means,” Alastor said, his static shifting to a more erratic pattern and his ear twitched.

“Oh, you know, like how this sweetheart is bi and ready to cry,” she said, laughing softly as the pinched my cheek.

“Rosie!" I said, gently pushing her away. I smiled and laughed with her.

“About to cry?” Alastor asked, coming up next to me. He placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head to look up at him.

“Al,” I said, about to explain.

He stopped me, putting his thumb on my lip. The static got louder as his brow furrowed. He moved my head from side to side, seemingly worried. “My dear, you should smile. I’m sure that would help cheer you up.”

“Oh! Alastor, dear, it’s just an expression,” Rosie said, giggling to herself.

Alastor pulled away, almost immediately and his ears shifted back. “Oh,” he said, quieter. He looked away and I could’ve sworn he seemed embarrassed. “My apologies, I didn’t realize.” The static got quieter again, then louder, shifting back and forth for a moment, before settling on a single frequency that almost sounded like a ringing in my ear.

“It’s fine,” I said with a smile, rubbing the back of my neck. This was going to give me a headache. “I appreciate your concern. It was sweet.”

“Ah. Well, thank you,” he said with a curt nod. “I believe it may be in my best interest to start looking into modern slang again.”

I should’ve realized last week.

I was staying up late in the lounge, on the couch, reading. Alastor sat in his usual chair, near the lamp on the side table, humming to himself as he read. I listened, content.

I found myself nodding along at time, bobbing my head to the song he was humming or playing on the radio. Other times, I’d hum along with him. I didn’t realize it.

I started to do that this time, and the music came to an abrupt halt. A moment later, it came back again, slightly distorted. The static shifted, getting louder, suffocating, higher in frequency.

I dropped my book and clutched my ears, but the sound only got louder. I almost felt like crying.

“My dear…” Alastor said hesitantly, putting his hand on my shoulder. I flinched away. “Are you alright?”

His presence only seemed to make it worse. I shook my head ‘no’. “Loud,” was all I could manage to say. He froze for a moment, processing. Then the static got quieter. Slightly.

“I…” he paused for a moment, then sat down next to me as I took my hands away from my head. “I’m sorry, darling. I hadn’t realized I was doing that.”

I was quiet this time. “Sensory overload,” I mumbled, wrapping my arms around myself.

I should’ve known, when he muttered something under his breath and asked if he could touch me. I should’ve known when he stayed and made sure I was okay for the rest of the night. I should’ve known when I woke up the next morning to find him making my favorite breakfast.

I should’ve known that he loved me.

But I didn’t.

[we-are-inevitable]

heyo title time!!

“always tracking what happens when I lose my mind” have fun bestieeee 💥

ok i want to preface that this is not fleshed out! i don’t know how things happen! i don’t know why things happen! i don’t know and i want to keep it that way @jack-kellys

TW DEATH, VIOLENCE

but ok here we go. a fucked up dystopian thing but jack is a pawn in the game.

i’m picturing,, futuristic, the world has ended and people are starting over and trying to find normalcy but the wrong people force themselves into power. there’s a call for order and a new way of life.

theres the Bad Elites bc the world kind of ended and the wrong people were able to gain power during this big rebuilding thing and the newsies are basically a rebel group, jack as the leader, jack gets trapped and pulitzer is evil and bad things happen and then jack is basically a puppet to be controlled ! i think it’s fun

some more things:

jack is the leader. charlie is the medic. race is the getaway driver for missions. al is the weapons guy. al and race are dating; jack, race, and charlie are brothers; al looks up to jack.

the other newsies are There, i just dont care about them

davey is. whooooooo ok davey is a big thing to me. give me a minute

anyway jack is captured! hes kept for a few days. drugged, tortured, what have you. he’s implanted with a chip that fucks with his brain- when it’s activated, he hears nothing but a sharp ringing, its an out of body experience, and he can See what’s happening but he can’t actually control himself or stop it.

the first time it happens is a few days after he escapes (which is too easy- he realizes after that pulitzer *lets* him escape).

hes sitting at dinner. he’s hurting and he’s hearing ringing and albert comes to jack’s side to help him.

he slashes albert’s throat on impulse, and albert dies at his feet.

cue everything going to shit. race trying to kill jack, charlie has to step in, jack begs for someone to kill him, race tries again, eventually they lock jack in a room with windows in the compound and jack refuses to let *anyone* in.

side note bc @roideny said this and i freaked out: race sitting and watching jack lose his mind bc he knows that jack didnt kill albert- everyone knows jack is being controlled, they just dont know how or why- and race just ,, silently crying every time the chip is activated bc jack is screaming, and writhing in pain, and its what makes him remember that *jack* didn’t kill albert.

anyway moving on!

obviously davey is in this.

davey is one of pulitzers guys but hes being controlled by the same chip thing, but its Constant and Controlled instead of sporadic like jack’s. the gang capturing davey during an ambush or smth and charlie immediately knocking him the fuck out to do any sort of Finding And Removing The Chip just to prove to jack that it’s safe and he can do it

so davey is just a guy

like. an upper level guy i feel like, hes pretty important to pulitzers cause as a soldier type thing, but hes not important enough for people to go looking once he comes up missing. davey is just a frontman in an army serving people who dontgive a shit if hes dead or alive.

but tbh i think this is also ,, rlly good mind control territory bc davey hasn’t been Davey in so long. davey hasn’t even been David. davey has been Soldier, or #0347, or whatever the fuck people are calling him, but he has no name, no personality- he’s a terrified fifteen year old trapped in his own body for six years until hes suddenly a *monster* at 21 who has killed more people than he can ever count

they get the chip out of davey, so they know they can get the chip out of jack, and its just. yeah. its yeah and its so good

davey trying to live life as Himself for the first time in six years, jack trying to overtake pulitzer, things happen and plot happens yadda yadda they win and its good

pls send asks about this i love it a lot

[charliesradiodemon]

Hello! Been following for a bit now and love that lovely fic you've been working on to bits! Could you write Charlstor 25 and 36? Sorry if it's too many. I just really enjoy your writting!

(Hey there! Thank you so much for reading my fic you don’t know how much that means to me ❤️❤️❤️

So I wrote two VERY different stories and 36 contains blood. Like the focus of it is blood so if you’re not into that, I’m so sorry 😭 I put it as the second story so if you dont like blood you can choose to skip it! I would put it under read more but idk how to do that on mobile ^.^’ I hope you enjoy!)

25. As a “Yes”

(Think of this as maybe part of my Arranged AU fic but like way into the future? No guarantees tho since I just came up with this part. This is also the damn cheesiest thing I’ve ever written haha)

Charlie stood out on her balcony, staring out past the cityscape of Pentagram City with a content smile on her face.

Today marked her 50th anniversary being married to Alastor. The couple had spent the past 50 years still in love and still working in the hotel.

Business had been booming seeing how she managed to prove that souls can be redeemed and sent to Heaven for a better life. Cleanse rates were at an all time low, something Charlie vowed to get to zero some day.

Life was great, but it was even better having Alastor by her side. Day and night they worked well as a team. They were total opposites, which they worked to their advantages. It was perfect and Charlie couldn’t be happier with where she’s at.

Suddenly a familiar voice with two familiar arms wrapped around Charlie. “It sure is quiet, isn’t is?” Charlie chuckled. She’d gotten used to Alastor popping in and out of the room by now. And it only mildly irritated her when he popped her in and out of rooms when he missed her.

Charlie sighed and turned in Alastor’s embrace to face him. She put her arms around his neck and smiled. “Sure is. Maybe we should change that,”

Alastor took hold of his monocle and adjusted it until a slow old song played. “Then how about a dance?” To Charlie’s surprise, it was their wedding song. She happily nodded and they began to sway to the music with Charlie’s arms wrapped around Alastor’s neck and Alastor’s arms holding Charlie’s waist.

Charlie rested her face against Alastor’s chest and listened to his heart beat. It was quick and hard. Charlie looked up at Alastor and shot him a questioning look.

“Your heart’s beating fast, what’s wrong?’

“There’s nothing wrong. I just have had this realization in my head recently,” his large smile reflected his excitement. He paused their dance to rummage through his pocket. His face lit up when he found and pulled out a small velvet box. With wide eyes, Charlie’s gaze turned from the box to Alastor’s genuinely ecstatic face. “It’s been 50 years, but I don’t think I ever proposed to you properly,”

Then Charlie’s heart began to swell as she watched her husband get down on one knee. “Charlie my dearest, will you marry me again?”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly went to wipe them away with the back of her hand. She chuckled and sniffed. “I don’t know why I’m crying, we’re already married,” she laughed.

Alastor caught her by the wrist and brought her hand down and away from her face. “Yes we are dear. But-“ he kissed her knuckes and looked back up to her tear-streaked face. “I want to do things properly. Now will you marry me me, Charlie Magne?”

Without hesitation she nodded and whispered “Yes. I’d marry you a thousand times over again.”

36. To Give up Control

(I’m not an NSFW writer so this might be rough- on all sorta levels. This does have BLOOD in it so if you don’t like that, I’m so sorry! I got this idea from a comic on Twitter

Neither were sure how they got in this position. One moment they were dancing in the center of the dance floor and now here they were, back up in Charlie’s room, almost fully dressed yet naked to each other’s desire.

Alastor would never admit how hungry he’d get. Not lustful hunger, but a hunger to see, feel and taste beautiful red crimson flowing from a living being. He got his fix easily in Hell with the easy pickings on the street. But this was new to him. He’d never shared his hunger with another individual before. It was never this intimate. And he wouldn’t have expected such a hunger coming from Charlie, but the both of them were fairly inebriated.

The room was dimly lit, but the red glow of Charlie’s eyes as she sat on top of him was clearly visible. He felt her sharpened fingernail drag across the skin of his throat, right over his pulse. The rush he felt when she leaned over and kissed over his right collarbone excited him. He felt like his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. His ragged breathing and grin full of anticipation made Charlie breathe a laugh, letting her hot breath tickle his neck. He was reveling in the adrenaline-filled anticipation and nearly cracked under the excitement.

And when she had enough teasing and sunk her teeth into that same area, he could’t help but unravel and groan with pleasure. The warm flow of blood trickled out of the wound and onto his chest. This new feeling was just as good if not better than relishing in someone else’s pain and blood.

When he looked back up at her to see his blood staining the pearly white skin around her mouth, he quickly sat up and turned over to pin her to the bed. Her dress slipped a bit down her chest, exposing the most skin he’d ever seen from her. The desire to mark and stain her pale skin in crimson nearly made him latch onto her skin then and there.

But he needed to hold back. Hold back and relish the moment for as long as he could. Hold back and build up the pleasure and pain. Hungrily he kissed her, eager to show his pleasure and taste his own blood on her lips. She kissed back just as eagerly as if she were inviting him to do the same to her. To satisfy his own animalistic hunger. When he pulled away, she tilted her head back to expose her neck to him. Inviting him in like no one’s ever done before.

Eagerly, Alastor began to trail kisses down the lovely demoness’ jaw, then neck where he paused over her pulse. He heard her breathe heavily and looked up to view her expression. The expression was just about the same as the look she gave him back at the ballroom.

That’s right, this started at the hotel’s social. What it was for, Alastor didn’t care at this point. What he cared about was how tantalizing Charlie looked with an off-the-shoulder dress. All of the skin from her neck to the area atop of her breasts were exposed and the urge to sink his teeth into her grew. He tried to restrain himself but a couple drinks in, both seemed to give in to the other with a simple kiss and the same desire.

With a deep chuckle he slowly lowered his lips onto the side of her neck and began to kiss then lick then suck at the area. This elicited a needy moan from Charlie’s lips. Her begging nearly made him give in. No one had ever begged him to make them bleed until Charlie. And he never knew how much it would excite him until now.

Alastor teased her by allowing his sharp teeth to graze her flesh, but never piercing. He relished in her whimpering cries. He savored in each noise and squirm she made.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Alastor finally sunk into her. Charlie groaned at the painful pleasure of it. The gush of blood was immediate and the high from the contact alone was exhilarating. Alastor retracted from the mark slightly to lap at the blood that gushed from the wound.

When he was satisfied, Alastor made his way back up to Charlie’s face and kissed her fully, making sure she got a good taste of her own blood.

Oh how he’d kill to do that again.

[dreamychick]

I may be a tad obsessed with this game

I even thought of an idea for a fanfic for it. It's not fleshed out. But like. My god. This is what it's come to. Cas is murdering crewmates on his ship for reasons but then he meets Dean. So now he has to balance killing the remainder of his targets without Dean finding out.

Yellow Sam Green Dean. Light blue Cas Red Rowena Black Crowley Purple Charlie Pink Meg  Brown Benny Orange Gabriel Dark blue Kevin

Sorry I can't do a below the cut I'm on mobile and It doesn't gimme the option.

Castiel moved down the corridor swiftly, he knew where he was going. He'd been here before. He had to get to the electrical room before-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

To late. The comms in his helmet turned on automatically.

"What happened?" He asked

"Guys! Adam has been killed!" Charlie screeched and he was sorely tempted to mute himself but knew that wasnt an option.

"Who's Adam?" This was a voice he didn't know. He looked up into his crew list and saw the microphone open next to someone named Dean.

The crew had been merged with another just yesterday and instead of introductions the ship had been in need of immediate attention, so no one had even had even had the chance to meet. Lucky for him.

"Wasnt he your brother?"

"Sam is his brother."

"Yeah but isnt-"

"ADAM IS DEAD. Someone on this ship is a killer."

Castiel kept moving toward electical praying he wouldn't run into anyone along the way. He couldn't be seen coming down this hallway.

"Where did you find him?" This from someone named Sam.

"In the Reactor room."

"Okay, on our way."

No no no. He could NOT be seen coming from this way. He had to get to electrical first then he could double back. If they dont see him come out of a room and he says he was in electrical and someone else was in there? He'd get caught out on that lie really quick. He picked up the pace almost to a sprint but when he got to the corner peeked around it. Almost there. Just a few more steps. Come on. No one there. GO. He flew from the corner and slid into the electrical room so fast he almost slammed his face on the wall. He quickly scanned the room and, perfect, noone was around. He made it. He heard footfalls and picked up the wires and unwound them. Just as he finished one of the new guys in a Green suit poked his head in, though his helmet covered most of his face.

"Hey man. You coming?"

Castiel nodded. And twisted the wires properly before placing them gently back.

"Yes, I had to finish the wiring before I could join you, otherwise we'd all be killed."

The man nodded. "Fair enough. Come on."

Castiel nodded and walked out to join him as the small group walked toward the reactor. Nervous chatter surrounded him and he had to control his reaction. Worried, concerned, but not devestated, afterall, he didn't know this kid.

They made it to the room and several people covered their mouths or eyes when they saw the body. His dead eyes staring up at them. Pleading for the help noone could ever give. They all stood their just watching the white spacesuit staining red with the blood pooling around him.

"So who did this? Who was where?" This from the yellow jumpsuit.

Everyone launched into their alibis about how they didnt do. Where they were. When it came to Castiel's turn he just. Said simply,

"I was in electrical fixing the door hydrolyx."

And then the best thing that could have happened.

"It's true. He was in there fixing them up. I can vouch for him." Green finally took his helmet off and god he was beautiful. He reached out his hand. "I'm Dean."

Castiel took his hand in his and had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time he did so.

"Hello Dean."

Oh this mission had just gotten so much harder.