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tune-on-in-folks · 7 months ago

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Alastor with some degradation, please 🙏

Day 17, two days late yet again lmao. Today's prompt was degradation, I hope this is okay! I wasn't exactly sure how to go about this prompt. Enjoy!

Also if you think a fic needs a tag/warning, let me know!

Tags/Warnings: P in V sex, deal mention, rough sex, sex as punishment, questionable consent, degradation, Alastor calls reader whore + slut, face-fucking, creampie, fingering Word Count: 2,245

If there was one thing you absolutely loved doing, it was antagonizing Alastor. He just made it so easy to call him out on things. You enjoyed the back and forths you both engaged in often. Tonight was no different, you were sitting at the bar nursing your choice of poison when Alastor entered.

He said your name softly, taking a seat next to you. “Still drinking, I see.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass. “And you’re still joining me.”

“Hmm, I suppose I am.” He acknowledges, bringing a freshly poured whiskey to his lips.

You finish off your own drink, turning to face Alastor. “You know if you keep hanging around me people are going to start thinking I have you on a leash or something.”

Radio static picks up around him, his eye twitching. But your focus is on Husk who had just dropped the glass he had been cleaning.

“Husk, are you okay?” You ask, tone switching from playful to concerned immediately.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m good. Wet hands and all, glass slipped.”

You are about to offer to grab the dustpan when Nifty comes in, quickly sweeping the glass away.

“Thank you, Nif.” Husk says, following after the one-eyed sinner. “Let me help you with that.”

As they disappear, you take a deep breath and turn back to Alastor, finally noticing his silent glowering. You open your mouth to finish your thought when your phone dings with a text from Husk.

Word of advice Kid? Don’t imply you have the Boss on a leash.

You frown at the message, finally finishing your thought to Alastor. “As I was saying, hanging around me all the time isn’t good for your image.”

You meet his gaze again, your brows furrowing. “I crossed a line with that comment didn’t I?”

The Radio Demon sighs, pinching his brow. “What did Husker say?”

You raise an eyebrow, “What did Husk say, when?”

“Your message, it’s from him isn't it?” He points out.

Surprise fills you. “I…didn’t know you knew my notification sounds.” You say softly, you had one for everyone in the Hotel, save him for obvious reasons.

You reply to his question before he can press further, “He was just telling me not to antagonize you too much.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Alastor replies sharply, his ire clear. “What were his exact words?”

You could see it in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulders that he was contemplating turning this towards Husk, much to your annoyance. You loved Alastor but you refused to allow him to punish your friends for something you had said.

“Yes.” You reply with the same level of bite. “Those were his exact words. But I don’t need Husk telling me, to know that I crossed a line. So how about you focus on me? I was the one who implied I had you on a leash.”

The radio static around Alastor picks up again, his smile straining at the end. “My dear, I suggest you stop talking.” He warns, his voice dripping with seriousness.

But you continue, trying to keep Alastor’s anger focused on you. “Hmm. I haven’t finished my drink yet, so you’re locked in this conversation with me. Unfortunately.”

Your smile is sharp and dangerous. “I adore you, Al. But I draw the line at you hurting my friends, especially if it’s for something I said. So punish me, not Husk.”

His eyes narrow as he stands up, reaching for your hand. A moment later you were both traveling through shadow. When you materialize again you land on his bed. Slightly disoriented, not having expected to be moved by Alastor’s shadow powers, you groan.

“Gods, Al, what the fuck?” You complain as you sit up. “That leash comment really bothers you that much?”

He advances on you, his anger clear. “I told you to stop talking.”

“No.” You shoot back, “you ‘suggested’ it. Are you telling me now?”

He grabs your arm roughly, pulling you off the bed. You flinch, not expecting Alastor to be so forceful, regardless of his anger. You were realizing that you had never truly angered him before, typically you both just engaged in a playful back and forth. This was different. This was genuine anger and you were quickly regretting pushing the topic. He forces you down to your knees, your skin scraping against the hardwood floor of his room. His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look up at him. At the same time his other hand unzipped his slacks, pulling out his hardening cock.

“No.” He replies with cold certainty. “I’m making you.”

You open your mouth only for him to shove his cock into it roughly. He groans softly, his grip on the back of your head tightens. You brace yourself against his thighs, not pushing away but also not pulling him closer. You met his glare head-on.

“This is a much better use for your mouth. I can’t hear any more of your insolent remarks.” He punctuates his words with a small thrust.

You swallow around his length, your tongue slowly moving against the underside of him. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to pleasure him, regardless of his upset. Alastor groans, rolling his hips again.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” He growls, “Such a brat.”

His words send a thrill straight to your core as he presses his cock deeper into your mouth. He pulls out only to thrust in deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Always taunting me, sassing me. And now here you are, on your knees for me, sucking me off like a little slut.”

You moan around his length, your eyes never leaving him. Was this punishment? Because it sure as Hell didn’t feel like it. Not that you would tell Alastor that, besides you couldn’t, not with his cock in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks around his length, sucking, and swirling your tongue around him as he slowly fucks your mouth.

“Is that what you are, my darling little doe? A slut?”

You nod, reaching to touch his cock only for him to slap your hand away.

“Ah-ah-ah, only good girls get to touch. And you have been nothing but a bad girl tonight.”

He pulls from your mouth, pumping his length a couple of times, keeping a glare on you.

“I want you to strip.” He demands.

“Alastor-” You begin, not sure what you wanted to say to him.

His eyes narrow and he takes a step towards you, “Do as I tell you to, pet. Or I will broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear.”

You swallow, standing and quickly pulling your shirt off your head. You kick off your shoes while unzipping your pants. You let them fall to your feet, stepping out of them and pulling off your socks. You pause for a moment, hesitating slightly.

“All of your clothes.” He growls, idly spreading his precum around his cock.

You nod, slipping off your panties and then your bra. You stand in front of him, completely naked.

You try again, “Alastor, look I’m really sorry for-”

He pushes you down onto his bed, forcing your legs apart. He swipes his fingers up your slit, gathering up your growing arousal. You gasp at the sensation, meeting his gaze.

“Look at that, so wet for me. Does it turn you on for me to take control? To put you in your place?” He sneers, rubbing your clit softly. “Does it arouse you to be punished by me?”

“Al…” You whisper, “I didn't meant to-”

He thrusts his fingers inside you, curling them up to press against your g-spot. “You don’t ever shut up do you? What do you hope to gain from your continued taunting?”

Small moans and whimpers escape you, joining the lewd squelching of your wet cunt as he fingers you.

“Oh yes, I do prefer you like this. A compliant, quiet, little whore.”

You moan softly, your walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulls his fingers from your cunt suddenly, shoving them into your mouth to prevent you from speaking yet again. The sudden taste of yourself on your tongue has you closing your mouth around his fingers, sucking softly. You lap at his fingers, cleaning him of your fluids as he pumps his cock slowly.

“If you ever speak of my reaction you shall find yourself being punished.”

He shifts forward, running his cock through your slick folds, swirling the head against your clit. He pulls his fingers from your mouth as he positions himself at your entrance. He presses into you slowly, moaning as your tight walls squeeze him.

Alastor captures your mouth with his, silencing you from speaking, yet again. “Keep your insolent mouth free of any words. If I hear you speak, I will ensure you cannot walk for a week straight.”

You frown, biting your lip at his command. You had several things you wanted to say, but you kept quiet for the time being.

He chuckles softly, thrusting all the way inside you, “There we go, so you’re not completely useless. Perhaps there’s hope for you after all, my dear.”

You whimper, reaching towards his arms to brace yourself. Alastor’s eyes flash with annoyance, grabbing your wrists, he pins your hands above your head.

“What did I say about touching?” He growls, thrusting deeper inside you.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sharpness of his thrusts. He picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast.

After a moment you mouth, “Can I at least say our safeword?”

He watches your mouth for a moment, his ear twitching as you repeat the words over until understanding shows in his eyes.

“Yes, my dear.” He finally replies, his voice a tad bit softer, “You may use our safeword.”

You smile, glad to know that even while upset at you, he wouldn’t ever abuse your trust.

“This may be punishment, my dear, but I would never push you past what I know you can handle.” He reassures you.

You nod, mewling when he picks up his pace, fucking you harder and faster. Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching as you meet him thrust for thrust. Alastor dips down, burying his face against your neck as he takes you.

“Look at you, falling apart on my cock already.” He groans against your ear. “Such a good little whore for me.”

He releases your hands, bracing himself above you as his other hand slips between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.

“If you ever”- He thrust into you harder- “imply that I’m on a leash again. I will make sure your screams and moans are broadcast for all of Hell.”

You moan softly, your walls squeezing around his cock as he threatens you.

“Though I suppose you’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little doe? Such a dirty girl, wanting all of Hell to know who owns you.”

You whimper, feeling the pleasure in your gut coil tighter with every word and every sharp thrust. His hips stutter, his pace faltering for a moment at how tightly you pulse around him.

He nips your ear sharply, “Cum for me, my little whore. I want everyone in this forsaken Hotel to know who’s fucking you. Who owns you.”

His words send you over your edge, your back arching as your body tenses from the effort of your release.

“Alastor!” You moan loudly, breaking his rule in favor of screaming his name.

A few sharp thrusts later and Alastor slams his cock as deep inside you as it can reach. Hot ropes of cum splash against your cervix as he paints your walls white. He was breathing hard as he pulled from you and collapsed beside you.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that, my dear.” He scolds softly.

You smile, “Hey it was either be quiet or let the entire Hotel know it was you making me scream.”

He hums, “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” You smile softly, resting your head against his chest. “You did.”

Silence falls between the two of you for a moment before you glance up at Alastor, meeting his gaze.

“You know I don’t care if you’re in a deal with someone, right? I don’t know what the reason is, but I trust your judgement. I trust you.”

Alastor meets your gaze, his smile straining again. “My dear, please drop it.”

You sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I will. I just need you to know that I won’t hold it over you, and I promise I won’t mention it to anyone. But…please tell me if I need to know something about it, okay? Unfortunately for you, I care about you.”

He cups your face, resting his forehead against yours, “Quite unfortunate for me, indeed. A shame I return the sentiment.”

He presses another kiss to your lips. “You don’t need to know anything right now, little doe. That’s for your safety. Now, go to sleep. You deserve some rest after taking me so well.”

You give him a soft smile, settling back down against his chest. You weren’t truly satisfied with his answer, but with how he reacted, you knew it was better to drop it. You just hoped that one day, he’d trust you enough with the truth.

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momo-de-avis · 1 month ago

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Personal report after 12h with no electricity

At 11.30 am my partner's besting a boss' ass on some videogame while the power goes out. We think it's our power grid but turns out it's the whole building. Ok. We wait it out. Then I do what I usually do when shit like this happens, I log onto facebook to check the nastiest gossip group about my city and of course they've posted there already asking did the power go out? And comments start saying "yeah, it's the entire country and all of Spain"

At this point I go. What the fuck do you mean

Blissfully unaware that I have internet connection for just one hour, I frantically google and turns out... Yeah. An entire peninsula went to shit.

Now this shits scary cause what the fuck would cause such a massive blackout in TWO countries. Plus, information is coming out that parts of France were screwed as well as Morrocco and it keeps getting worse.

Meanwhile, it's my day off, and I'm going to preface the next events by saying that I worked all day saturday and sunday we were in another city, so we actually had no food in the house and intended to go out and buy stuff this monday. Also, our entire house is electrical: oven, stove, hot water---everything.

So, with this in mind, my boyfriend leaves for work while I try to go about my day. Not even thirty minutes in, he calls me and says "so, don't panic, but Civil Protection has announced that maybe perhaps this could last two-three days, worst case scenario" which, guess what happened. I'm in an all-electrical home with no food. Doesn't bode well for me.

This is when I decided to go out and buy something. Big mistake, maybe, but needed. First of all, it's hot as shit outside and I'm walking everywhere cause the surface metro went to shit. Every mercearia, every chinese warehouse (you know the ones), every store is packed full of people queuing outside. So I think, in a stroke of genius, I'm going to Lidl.

Listen, on one hand, good choice cause Lidl has generators. On the other, 30 minutes in line when all I had was bread, and some apples. In front of me is two young dudes with two whole chickens, some toilet paper (literally two rolls only) and a pack of pasta. Behind me is an old woman who's complaining that someone is gonna push her over the floor and decides to get into a spat with the Lidl worker who is just passing through and working on the faux apocalipse and who pretty much tells her "if you fall on the ground, you're falling alone" which lmao but around us is entire families with whole carts packed full of waters and toilet paper, and I'd love for someone to study humans' relationship with toilet paper when there's a crisis because what were you expecting? Shitting for power like a hamster on a wheel?

Anyway, thirty minutes and a cramp on my arm later, I manage to buy my tower of bread, sliced cheese and apples, get the fuck out of there, and on my way stop at an indian owner mercearia, and I am mentioning the nationality of the owners because if you're portuguese you know and also these dudes made bank on this day, and I grab a can of chickpeas and black eyes peas cause you know, canned goods for cold salads, and that is when it hits me that people are stocking on water and toilet paper but nobody's grabbing the canned goods? Meanwhile, a woman comes in and starts complaining that she wants her NIF number on the receipt (NIF is our VAT number) at which point the dude behind the register, who's been calculating everyone's total using his phone's calculations, literally lifts his finger, dumbfounded, at the blackened screen of his register and goes "ma'am, no energy" at which point you could see the shame on the woman's face developing as she realised "Oh, I am the bitch" and I mean, shit like this was starting to brighten my day.

It's when I get home that I realise I now have absolutely no service on my phone.

Boyfriend arrives back home as he and his coworkers have been told to just go and he tells me yep, service went to shit as well, nobody can call anyone at all, no messages, nothing---cellphone providers cut everything to avoid being overloaded. This is when we decide to go out and buy a radio and a couple of candles. I want to mention that I stopped at another mercearia and as everyone ran like nutjobs stacking on waters, I casually walked out with flavoured sparkling water (tangerine) because you people need to fucking chill.

Imagine if you will, a warehouse with a sliding doors only half open cause the power's out, and people lining up outside in the sun, a security guard ordering a few to go in and others to wait, and then you step inside and it's a massive warehouse full of literally everything you can imagine (to quote a friend, if Good Mart doesn't have it, it doesn't exist---if you know, you know), but everything is dark, there's a few people rummaging through some boxes using their phone's flashlight, and the most pissed off looking chinese guy grunting at you and ordering you to show you the items you picked so he can write the price on it. Honestly, incredible if you ask me, absolute best part of this whole shit.

Now imagine if you will as well, a bunch of families barging in and buying flashlights that, I don't think a single person realised this, are actually not battery-charged but usb-charged and it was just funny as fuck to watch the staff witness this, realise this, and say shit. There were people buying gas cookers and camping equipment which lmfao people were FREAKING OUT and mind you, they'd been communicating throughout the day that they would very likely restore power within the day (parts of Spain already had power by this point).

We leave with our radio, our ugly ass green candles and my cruzadex book because fuck me if this isn't the perfect opportunity for it, and that's when I see everyone around me on the street has the same exact radio which lmfao

And that's when things actually turned nice. We ate dinner at the balcony watching the sunset, roasting a chorizo and eating cheese, and as night fell the skies were amazing and we just enjoyed a perfectly nice summer night in the complete darkness. We played scrabble by the candlelights and fairylights. There were people on the streets dancing and having fun, there was people blasting their flashlights out the window, one guy across the street went fucking wild with green and white flashing lights, and people were just having fun.

And I think this event made all of us realise just how dependent we are on not just electricity but technology over all. People panicked but at the end of the day everything was pretty chill. Literally the only lights you could see from our home was the hospital, everything else was super dark. I now think we should do this once a year to decompress and disconnect.

It was 11.30PM, I was brushing my teeth and I hear people outside shouting and celebrating, and that's when I look and see lights everywhere.

Also, I really want to know what all those people buying gallons of water and camping gear are gonna do with all that shit lmao

Here's some pictures

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hrrtshape · 5 months ago

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　　　　　　EMMA's ✶ MARAUDERS DR CHRONICLES. . .

the marauders, plus head girl emma (dragged into this by james because “you’re family; you have to help me commit crimes”), had locked themselves inside the hogwarts stables, now transformed into a scene of hay-strewn rebellion. james called it “operation: niffler liberation.” sirius called it “tuesday.”

in the corner, remus clutched his parchment of excuses like it could save him from this nightmare. “do you think mcgonagall will buy ‘i was possessed by a spirit of chaos and legally not responsible for my actions?’”

“probably not,” emma quipped from her spot by the wall, where she was leaning, arms crossed, with the resignation of someone who had realised they’d be complicit no matter what. she was the mastermind behind their theft of the nifflers, obviously. her finesse with magical locks had made it all too easy, but she was already regretting her life choices. if she wasn’t actively eating, what was the point?

the new professor, let’s call her professor cressida plum, has been forced into herding this chaos. she’s lovely, really, with that first-day optimism radiating off her robes like the glow of a lumos charm, but she’s entirely out of her depth. she’s also holding the magical equivalent of a walkie-talkie charm (it’s sparking violently because fred and george weasley definitely tinkered with it decades later), trying to maintain contact with dumbledore.

outside, the air is electric with tension. the faint whinny of thestrals in the paddock punctuates the otherwise stifling quiet. inside, the stable reeks of hay and adrenaline, though sirius seems completely unfazed, lounging against a hay bale like he’s on the cover of witch weekly. james is pacing furiously, his glasses fogged from the exertion of being the self-appointed leader of the protest™. meanwhile, emma is thinking of resorting to cannibalism. until the magical equivalent of a walkie-talkie sparks violently in james’s hand.

“hello, it’s professor plum,” comes a shaky, disembodied voice from the enchanted device. “is it okay if i talk to you?”

james freezes mid-pace, wide-eyed, and stares at the rest of them like a niffler caught in the act. “uh, hold on.” he fumbles with the walkie-talkie and looks back at the group, panic creeping into his tone. "it’s some professor named plum. what do i do?”

“don’t give her anything!” remus hisses from the corner, clutching a rolled-up piece of parchment like it’s a life preserver.

“what do i say?” james demands, glancing between them.

emma, already bored, steps forward with an exaggerated sigh. “aw, give me that.” she plucks the sparking device from his hands with all the nonchalantness of a person knowing their coming out of this unscratched. “talk to me, professor,” she says.

“i’m here to make sure we can all end this peacefully,” comes professor plum’s voice, trying desperately to sound authoritative but betraying a clear undercurrent of nerves. “you want that, right?”

emma looks up at the ceiling of the barns, drawing out the silence just long enough to make the poor professor squirm. “sure, sure,” she finally says.

there’s a rustle of parchment on the other end. “how about we make a trade just to show that we can trust each other?”

emma quirks an eyebrow, her face still emotionless. “what’d you have in mind?”

“well…” plum hesitates. “how about you send out one of your nifflers?”

emma lets out a low whistle, shaking her head like a disappointed parent. “oh, professor. you’re breaking my balls here, professor.”

“just one,” plum insists, her voice trembling but persistent. “that’s all we want.”

emma shuffles her feet. “okay, how about this? you guys have all the leverage, and we have nothing. so… how about we give you one niffler…”

“emma, no!” james blurts from the background, his voice cracking as he waves his arms frantically.

she shoos him away with a raised hand. “it’s cool,” she says over her shoulder, then returns her focus to the walkie-talkie. “we’ll give you one niffler if you give us some…” she pauses, a finger on the lips. “…some enchanted fireworks and a few barrels of peruvian instant darkness powder. for our own protection, of course.”

the silence on the other end is deafening. then: “what? i—i can’t do that,” plum stammers, the panic clear in her voice.

emma tilts her head, her tone nonchalant and almost silly. “oh, i’m sorry. i thought we were talking here. but i guess you’re not talking to me. goodbye.”

“wait, no! i—i’m sorry. you’re right.” plum’s voice is gloomy now. “what reason do you have to trust me? i’m just a woman from london trying to make ends meet. just a half-blood, like your dad.”

emma’s suppresses a smile, “dad’s not a half-blood, professor. that’s not gonna work.”

a long pause. then plum sighs in defeat. “oh, alright. some darkness powder. i’ll see what i can do.”

an hour later, a crate of peruvian instant darkness powder is delivered. james looks vaguely nauseated.

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the walkie-talkie sparks to life again. “get them on the line for me,” plum says, her voice weary.

emma, now sitting cross-legged on the floor and watching the boys with an expressionless face, picks up the device. she’s starving. “hello?”

“okay, you see that? i kept my end of the bargain,” plum says, her voice trembling with hope.

emma blinks. “alright, we’ll keep ours. we’ll send out one niffler.”

“w-well, how about you send out two nifflers?”

emma groans, holding up the walkie-talkie and pointing to it with a comically exasperated furrow. “oh, merlin! there’s just no talking to you, is there, professor?”

eemus, watching this unfold, buries his face in his hands. this is the worst day of his life.

emma’s voice rises, her composure slipping. “we had a deal! do you think i’m stupid?” she snaps. “don’t treat me like i’m stupid here!”

"i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” plum stammers, her voice cracking. “just send out one niffler, please!”

emma leans back, waving her finger with mock severity. “oh, no no no no. now you’re gonna have to get us something else.”

“…what’d you have in mind?” plum asks weakly.

minutes later, half a dozen restricted potions ingredients are delivered from slughorn's personal cupboard. james looks pale, muttering something about moral culpability.

emma picks up the walkie-talkie again. “professor, babe.”

plum’s voice is barely audible. “how we doing?”

“we got a real sick kid here, professor. did you get the other things for us?”

“i—i did manage to get the ministry of magic to officially change the word ‘niffler’ to…” plum pauses. “…‘tortured naby nifflers.’”

“good, good,” emma replies breezily.

“but i couldn’t get you northern ireland,” plum adds miserably.

emma sighs, shaking her head. “oh, professor. breaking my balls, professor.”

plum’s voice is desperate now. “now… now, please, can… can we get you to come out?”

emma looks at james, then at remus, who has visibly aged ten years. she shrugs.

a few minutes later, plum turns to the other professors with a weary smile. “alright. everything has worked out. the students have promised to come out and bring the nifflers out with them.”

“they’re coming out now?” another professor asks.

“yes,” plum says. “all we need to do in return is to get a niffler-transporting device that will take the students to the ministry of magic, where we will have a fully ready team waiting to take them to a safe place.” she pauses. “and they want the muggle who plays luke in star wars to see them… in full costume.”

everyone sighs.

#shifting #emmas marauders dr #reality shifting #shifting motivation #reality shift #realityshifting #shifting community #desired reality #shifting realities

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brittle-biscuits · 1 year ago

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Room Service? (Hazbin Hotel)

Charlie: Thank you so much for giving the hotel a chance, I promise you that you’ll be on your way to redemption in no time!

You softly chuckle as you told Charlie that it was no issue, this hotel was quite the experience with how long you’ve stayed and had seen here so far! Charlie smiles as she goes to grab the doorknob to your room.

Charlie: Yeah! Um, I swear that you won’t regret this! Now your room is being set up and your things should be brought in there too! I hope you enjoy your time her-

She stopped what she was saying as she opened the door into the room..to see Niffty had scattered your stuff around, turning around as she had one of your shirts tightly clutched in her hands…

The silent staring contest lasted for a bit, Charlie in disbelief at what she was seeing…

Charlie: Uh, Nif-

Niffty: MINE!

…before Niffty suddenly books it and gremlin skitters out of the room with your shirt still in her grasp.

Charlie took a moment before awkwardly laughing as she turned back to you.

Charlie: Hehe…um, p-please ignore that.

Wha…what just happened?

#hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #niffty x reader #niffty x you

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cartoonistcoop · 21 days ago

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Another weekend is upon us, and NIF has some exciting events planned! Join in on the streams by checking the events page for times and Zoom links! https://nif.cartoonist.coop/events/

On May 10th

The Hand Behind the Pen: Analogue Art in the Digital Age with Joseph Hewitt at 6am EDT

How to Make a Newsletter Your Fans Love to Read with Kelci D Crawford at 11am EDT

How to Print a Comic: A Prepress Panel with Joan Zahra Dark, Carina Taylor, and Hye Mardikian at 1pm EDT

Comics Creative Workshop with Polly Guo at 4pm EDT

On May 11th

Jordie Bellaire Colouring Portfolio Reviews with Jordie Bellaire at 1:30pm EDT

Having Fun with Backgrounds with Kel McDonald and Blue Delliquanti at 4pm EDT

Melo/Drama: A Dramatic Tension Workshop with Rivkah LaFille at 6pm EDT

#NIF2025 #cartoonist cooperative #comics #comic art #cartoonist #comic recommendations #cartoonist coop #nib and ink fest #comic artist #comic #Comics workshop #art workshop

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zhoudadudugongjin · 27 days ago

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Nirvana in Fire (2015) -Episode 32/54

#aaaahhhhh #AAAAAAHH #the 2nd hand stress from this episode!!!#but i'm glad to have my boy back 💖#nirvana in fire #nif #nif episodic gifsets #cdrama edit #lyb #langya bang

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 2 months ago

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Sweet Revenge Leads to Rotten Teeth: Chapter 2

Alastor X Fem Angel of Music Reader. Past Lucifer X Reader.

Masterlist

Everyone gathered in front of the hotel, a desolate dry piece of hellish ground, save for a few pathetic petunias scattered in a flower bed against the building. The results of a failed attempt by Charlie to make the exterior more inviting.

“Oh jeez, I don’t know if I should be excited, nervous, anxious, all of it? I just... this is so... gahhh!”. Charlie lamented as everyone waited outside for the arrival of the ‘angelic ambassador’. Charlie had spent the last three days in a frantic sprint to get everything in order before the angel assigned to help the hotel arrived.

She wanted to make a good impression after all.

She desperately wanted to make a good impression.

“It’s alright love, calm down, what are you feeling right now?” Vaggie asked from behind her. She had her hands on Charlie’s biceps, trying to sooth her frazzled partner.

“Like I’m gonna throw up, have to pee and am going to pass out.” Charlie admitted, hands twitching as she tried her best not to pace.

“Okay, so that doesn’t narrow it down as all.” Vaggie let out in a sigh. She was trying her best to be Charlie’s rock right now, knowing how important this was to her.

“Heh” Angel let out a laugh from his seat on the sidewalk. “You ever find out what was going on with your pops?” He briefly glanced up at Charlie before inspecting his nail beds.

“No” Charlies groaned out “He wouldn’t tell me when I asked and all he’s said about it since was asking if he had to be here during the six months.”

A grin grew on Angel’s face. “And you ain’t letting him off the hook?” he asked.

“No, I barely have experience with normal angels, let alone big important ones. Besides...” Charlie’s eyes wandered as a blush dusted her face.

“You want to see what’s up between them too?” Angel answered for her.

“Yes!” Charlie blurted out gesturing with her arms wildly. Forgetting Vaggie was behind her and nearly elbowing her girlfriend in her remaining eye.

“Oh gosh honey I’m so sorry” Charlie bent over Vaggie to inspect any damage.

“It’s alright babe, no harm done.” Vaggie held Charlie’s hands reassuringly. “What do you think happened with them anyways?” Vaggie asked.

“Hmmm I think.... it’s like a college roommate scenario. I bet this angel knows all of dad’s embarrassing stories.” Charlie could just image her father pulling his hat down over his face as they talked about it.

“Oh come on, you don’t get reactions like his with cringe.” Angel lamented from the ground.

“Well then what do you think is going on?” Charlie asked.

“I’m calling it now, ex-girlfriend.” He said. Dramatically pointing to Charlie while looking over to Husk who only responded with a rolled set of eyes.

“Not everything has to be about romance or lust you know” Vaggie retorted.

“Yes, but you know that’s what the look he had on his face was. Don’t deny it Vags” Angel shot Vaggie with a smug look. The ex-angel just scoffed at the spider. “Enlighten us then on what’s truly going on oh wise Vagitha.” Angel mocked.

Vaggie pondered a moment, looking up at the sky and biting the inside of her cheek.

“Old best friends, they used to be very close, but Lucifer did something and never apologized so they grew apart.” She said matter-of-factly

“Aww that’s so sweet,” Charlie gushed “And sad, wow that’s actually really sad ummm”

“Oh oh I've got one!” Niffty raised her hand frantically.

“Whatcha got Nift?” Charlie answered.

“Enemies” Niffty responded enthusiastically.

“Umm” Charlie gave her a sideways glance.

“They’ve despised each other since the dawn of humanity” She shrieked out, laughing to the sky.

“Hell yeah Nif!” Angel cheered.

“Uhh I don’t think that’s it Nifty” Charlie replied

“Why not? Don’t think daddy has enemies?” Husk responded

“No it’s not that... I just don’t think-”

“Yeah you don’t, none of you do” Husk interrupted, clearly fed up with the baseless speculation. “All this guessing game is going to do is make all of you more prone to trouble. Because you’re going to get competitive and stick you noses where they don’t belong to prove each other wrong. And somehow it’s all going to end up falling on me in the end”

“Husk that not-” Vaggie started

“Can it toots, at least it’s a better stance to have than thinking their ex-besties” Angel retorted.

Voices raised as the group broke out into a massive argument. Everyone so preoccupied with one another they didn’t notice the small glow of light as a figure stepped out of a portal.

Well, almost everyone.

The sight that greeted you was, curious to say the least. A massive new building stood before you, pristine white walls and shining windows. In front of it was a shoddy landscaping job and in front of that was a massive row. A woman in a red suit, the spitting image of Lucifer was standing next to a fallen angel. The pair were in a shouting match with a winged cat and a pale pink and white fuzzy.... thing. All the while a short one-eyed woman ran around them laughing hysterically.

You stood there for a beat, waiting for the group to acknowledge you. Just as you were about to make your presence known a figure stepped out of the shadow of the building. He was tall for a sinner. Long oval shaped ears sat atop his head, with a set of either horns or antlers between them. He wore a smarmy smile, so fake you could imagine it plastered on a Halloween mask. He clapped his hands once as he greeted you.

“Hello! You must be our little heave-sent angel.” His speech was lathered in an audio filter mimicking an old radio receiver.

‘Annoying’ you thought ‘I gave humanity the skills to make better sound equipment so I wouldn’t have to listen to this dredge anymore’

You sized him up before bowing slightly.

“I am Y/n.... is it always... like this?” you gestured to the chaos in front of you.

“Afraid so” he remarked, a twinge of distain on his face as he observed them. “Not thinking of leaving us ‘up on high’ and dry now are you?” he jested.

You fixed him with a neutral expression. “Hardly” you replied. It would be best to play reserved with this one for now. He seemed two faced.

A miniscule shriek of feedback emitted from the sinner as he was displeased with your lack of expression or enthusiasm. Though clearly irritated the grin remained on his face. Tenser than before, granted, but still upturned.

Did he never frown?

Interesting.

The winged cat jumped instantly and turned to you at hearing the almost whisper of feedback sound. His eyes bugged out before he roughly elbowed his pastel compatriot.

“Hey what gives oh!” The tall creature went silent, folding both sets of his hands.

The ex-angel picked up on this shift and turned around, gasping before shaking the shoulder of the woman next to her.

“Oh what? Now you have nothing to say you- Vaggie what is it?” She went silent as she saw you. Mouth hung open. “Oh you’re, you’re uhhh” She clammed up, shutting her lips tightly.

You stepped forward deciding to throw the poor girl a bone.

“Forgive my assumptions, but you are Charolette Morningstar correct?” You asked.

“Uh yes yes that’s me heh.” She stood stock still, staring at you.

You didn’t think you were that intimidating, though you had worn some of you more formal attire to be more professional during your first meeting.

You stood there a moment, waiting for Miss Morningstar to speak.

“Shall we go inside?” You offered. Your proposal shook her out of her trance.

“Uh yes yes of course!” She gestured to the door, still rooted in place. When it became apparent she was making no effort to move you tried prompting her again.

“Lead the way then.” you nodded at her.

As she stood there you began getting a feel for her.

‘Poor girl, this is going rather poorly, I'm sure this isn’t how she pictured it in her head.’ You thought. ‘She looks like she’s one hard question away from hyperventilating.’

Once it was clear that their leader needed a moment, the ex-angel began moving, showing you inside. As you cleared the threshold you noticed the radio voiced sinner hanging back and pulling Miss Morningstar aside. It would be all too easy for you to eavesdrop on their conversation, but that was no way to start building trust now was it.

As you made your way to a cozy looking foyer, filled with plush furniture, the multi armed sinner jogged to catch up to the ex-angel.

“So, does she remind you a home Vags?” his accent was thick. Definitely upper east coast American, though you’d need to hear him speak more to pinpoint the exact region.

‘Vags’ growled and turned, whispering to him. “Jesus Christ Angel, shut it or else. I told you Archangels are snobs, you don’t give their uppity asses-” She seemed all too late to recall that you were in the same room as them, just a few paces away.

And your hearing was impeccable.

A loud burst of laughter erupted out of you, filling the room.

“Well tell me how you really feel” you said jovially, walking closer to the pair. “Don’t worry, you’ll come to find out I'm quite different from the majority of my associates. You are Angel I presume?” You turned to the tall gentleman.

“Angel Dust actually but eh same difference.” he shrugged his shoulder, turning and moving to take a seat.

“Angel is the only guest down here right now, we asked everyone else to stay in their rooms till you met the staff.” The woman said.

“I see and you are Vags?” you questioned the name choice.

“I’m Vaggie actually, Angel Dust just has a thing for nicknames. I’m Charlies girlfriend, I run the hotel with her.” You nodded and gave her a smile. You liked Vaggie, she seemed very tense and stressed right now but you could sense a warmth in her.

“Over there” Vaggie gestured to the couches “Is Niffy and Husker. Niffty is our head housekeeper and Husker runs our bar.” You walked over to them, extending your hand out for Niffty to shake.

“You’re not the angel of bugs or dirt, are you? She brazenly asked, shaking your hand rapidly. You liked her too, very energetic.

“No I am not, nor do I hold any particular fondness for either of them if that is your concern.” You reassured.

She seemed to like this answer, making a noise of affirmation before scampering off.

You went to introduce yourself to Husker, however the cat just shot you a sideways perturbed glance. He then tipped his head back, closing his eyes for an apparent cat nap.

Just then the front door opened once more. Miss Morningstar marching in, with a bee under her bonnet now, evidently.

“Right” She squared her shoulders. “Obviously you know me this is-”

“Angel, Husker, Niffty and Vaggie” you responded.

She paused a moment before starting up again. “Yep so that means you’ve met everyone formally except.” She turned to her side expectantly. On the ground next to her, shadows pooled. The figure of the sinner from earlier appearing out of the dark spot.

‘He couldn’t walk the 30 feet from the outside to the inside?” you thought. This guy was an absolute ham. Great, just what you needed in your life, another diva.

He reached out to shake your hand.

“Alastor, the radio demon and hotelier of this fine establishment. At your service.”

Now this did get a reaction out of you.

“Radio demon? Were you bestowed that title, or did you just give it to yourself?” you shot back, an eyebrow quirked.

His smile took on a snarl quality, calming himself before replying.

“I assure you ma’am my reputation precedes me.” he replied.

You simply shrugged your shoulders turned to face the group as a whole.

“I am archangel Y/n, the eighth angelic being created, Admiral to heavenly hosts and the Lord’s acoustician.”

“An acou what now?” Angel Dust asked, confusion written on his face.

“She’s the Angel of Music.” A voice you had not heard in thousands of years rang out from above. It felt odd. On the one hand, remembering what happened between you, what he did to you. Hearing his voice felt like being stabbed. On the other hand, you hadn’t seen him in so long, hearing that tenor felt like a warm hug of nostalgia.

Perhaps it was a mix of both. Being hugged and stabbed simultaneously.

You looked up to see him perched at the top of a staircase. His expression tight as he white knuckled the handrails.

“Or rather” he lifted himself over the railing, flying down to the rest of you. “the angel of all sounds in general.” he finished.

You both stared at one another, not breaking eye contact. You expression was blank, completely neutral. You would not give him the satisfaction of seeing you crack already. His was dark, almost snarling as he put on a fierce front.

One you saw through immediately because you knew better than that.

You knew him better than that.

A small chuckle could be heard from behind you. Alastor clearly thoroughly enjoying seeing Lucifer in distress.

“Riiighttt, Y/n why don’t Alastor and I give you a tour to start you off.” Charlie intervened, standing between you and her father.

“Oh, I’m sure you can manage without me.” Alastor replied, simply giddy and mirthful, ready to taunt the king when you left.

“Nonsense” Charlie walked over to him with that same forcefulness in her steps as before. “We started this thing together and will show it off together. Right?” Her tone was tense, clearly there was some tension there.

You’d need to look into that further.

Alastor tutted, rolling his eyes before walking with you and Charlie. Time to see just what you had gotten yourself into.

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Request Type: Fic

Cg: Angel Dust (and others if you want to)

Babysitters: Up to you!

Little: Reader

Maybe reader regresses suddenly after the hotel is attacked (aka that involved that dang wall being broken again) and Angel Dust helps them calm down and takes care of them afterwards.

Hi, hi! Thank you for the request! I hope this delivers! This is my first time posting an agere fic, so I would appreciate feedback :)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC; KINK, NSFW, PROSHIP, MAP DNI

DO NOT REPOST Word count: 1222

Pairing: CG! Angel Dust x Little! Reader

Summary: After the Hazbin Hotel is attacked, you’re left feeling panicked and regressed. Good thing Angel there! (Hurt/comfort)

The Safest Place in Hell

Ah, life at the Hazbin Hotel! What could be better? Though the place was kind of a joke in Hell fairly empty, you had still managed to find a home there. From the hotel’s owner, Charlie, to the elusive Radio Demon Alastor, you had friends everywhere!

But Angel Dust was definitely your best friend.

As you skipped downstairs for breakfast, you scanned the lobby for the spider in question. He had to work late last night (darn Valentino) but he should be home by now.

As usual, the other hotel tenants occupied the lobby. Nifty chased a couple bugs, Husk attended the bar. Sir Pentious was talking with Charlie while Vaggie glared at Alastor’s smug smile. But no sign of Angel.

It wasn’t uncommon for the arachnid to come home late though. A turbulent work schedule combined with a horrible boss could do that. So no need to worry!

You hopped down the last step and waved to the others as you approached the bar. Might as well bother Husker if Angel wasn’t around!

“Good morning, Husk!” you greeted, sliding onto a bar stool.

“Good for you maybe,” the bartender grumbled. “Want something to eat?”

“Sure. What do you have?”

A plate stacked high with pancakes appeared in front of you. Husk dropped a set of silverware and placed a glass of water beside it.

“Nif made these earlier. Made sure she saved enough for you.”

“Aw, thanks, Husk,” you grinned, already diving in.

Could life get any better? A calm household, surrounded by friends, amazing food?

B A N G ! ! !

You startled up, leaping a foot in the air. Your attention was immediately stolen by the literal explosions that had overtaken the front doors. The glass windows shattered, the doors blown off their hinges.

You shouldn’t have panicked, you knew that. Random jerks attacking the hotel was a fairly common occurrence. People who were just bored, who wanted to heckle Charlie’s pet project…

But between the sudden noises and threats and fire emerging from the doorway, yes, you did panic.

Ducking under your chair, you clapped your hands over your ears for cover. Too noisy. Too much commotion.

Truth be told, the overstimulation hurt. It hurt every corner of your brain as you tried to comprehend everything that was happening.

A pair of paws grabbed your arms and pulled you behind the bar, away from the fighting. You curled into a ball, whining miserably and trying to swat them away.

“It’s okay, kid. It’s me. It’s Husk,” a low voice broke through your panic. “Stay here, we’ll take care of this.”

You peaked between your fingers to see Husk extending his wings and pulling several metal-plated cards to attack the intruders. He hopped over the countertop, rushing to meet the others in combat.

As more screams and clatters filled the air around you, you felt your headspace becoming equally panicked. Dust filled your lungs, generating wheezing coughs from your already shaking frame. Cold sweat and a thunder heart threatened to break through your ribcage.

Too much noise. Too much movement. Where’s Angel?

That thought alone made it worse. Where was Angel? Was he okay? Was he home yet? What if he was hurt in the crossfire?

Tears began slipping down your face, harsh hiccups following. Where’s Angie? Where’s Angie? I want Angie!

Thankfully, it seemed that God could hear your prayers, even in Hell. The commotion slowly died down. No more screams, no more destruction–

“And stay out, ya idiots!” a familiar, New-York-accented voice yelled.

Slowly, you perked up, your head emerging from where it had been cocooned. Angie?

“Husk? Husk, where’s the kid?”

“They’re behind the bar.”

A quick shuffling towards the bar, and suddenly you were looking into Angel’s wide eyes. He tossed his guns to the side and extended his arms towards you.

“Angie!” you cried.

“Sweetheart! Are you okay?”

Angel scooped you up, holding you close to his fluffy chest. He wrapped his four arms around you, and you melted. Goodness, he was so soft. Between the well-kept fur covering his body and his arms to keep you secure, this was definitely the safest place in Hell.

“Scary,” you mumbled, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Yeah, I know, baby. Just some old goons who don’t like the hotel is all. They’re all gone.”

You sniffled. “I like the hotel. ‘S nice. Missed you.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice. I missed you too.”

Finally, the storm had passed. The bad guys were gone, your hero was home safe. But now…the destruction still left its wake. The adrenaline crashed, leaving only a fragile, shaken mindset behind.

“Didn’t know where you were,” you whimpered, refusing to loosen your grip on Angel’s.

“I was just running late from work, toots. I’m home safe, see?”

Still, your breath hitched and the tears resumed. It was scary! Angie wasn’t there! He was home now, but what about before?

You mumbled something unintelligible, scared to remove yourself from the comforts of Angel’s hold as the tears poured down your cheeks. Angel said something too, but you could tell from his subdued tone and the addition of Husk’s voice that he was conversing with the bartender.

“Yeah, I’m going to take them upstairs. Just give them some cooldown time. Yeah, thanks for keeping ‘em safe.”

Next thing you knew, Angel was adjusting his grip on you and you were being carried towards the stairs. His stride gently bounced you as he hiked to his room. The calm hallways also eased your disgruntled mind. Sort of.

You didn’t truly find sanctuary until Angel arrived at his room. He opened the door, managing not to jostle you at all. As soon as the door closed behind you, you broke down completely. You hiccuped harshly, with only your Caregiver’s hold to keep you steady.

“Ah, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Angel soothed, petting your head gently. “It’s all over now, and you’re safe. I’m safe too, see? Deep breaths.”

You nodded quickly, recalling the routine you had developed for times like this. Deep breaths in, slow breaths out. Focus on Angel’s voice and the smell of his perfume. Watch Fat Nuggets because he’s cute and comforting. (The pig was actually at Angel’s feet, looking up at you with big eyes and occasionally snuffling around his owner’s heels)

“Bad guys all gone?” you asked shakily.

“Yeah,” Angel chuckled softly. “Me and Husky scared them away. Well, Vaggie helped a little.”

You giggled softly. Surely, Auntie Vaggie helped a lot more than a little. Angie was just being silly!

“Want your paci, sweetie?” he asked.

“Mhm. ‘N snuggles?” you requested.

“Of course snuggles!” Angel grinned, giving you a squeeze. “Maybe Fat Nuggets will join us?”

“Yeah!”

Angel carried you over to his bed, carefully lowering you onto the mattress. Amidst the fluffy blankets and throw pillows, you felt right at home–a cocoon of comfort. Fat Nuggets hopped onto the bed too; he trotted up to you, with your favorite plush in his mouth. Loyally, he dropped it in your lap, his tail wagging like a dog’s.

“T’ank you, Nugs,” you smiled, hugging your stuffie.

As you pet Fat Nugget’s ears, Angel reached over to the bedside table and grabbed your pacifier. Angel had gotten it for you as soon as he became your Caregiver–as such it held a special place in your heart.

“Here, baby,” Angel smiled, holding the paci to your mouth.

Parting your lips, he popped it into your mouth before settling down beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. Even Nuggets cuddled closer, nudging you with his nose affectionately.

“Feeling better, toots?” Angie asked, rubbing your head.

“Yeahs.”

“I’m glad. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

“‘S okay,” you yawned.

“No, it’s not. But we’re doing our best, right?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, fidgeting with the fur on Angel’s hands.

He was so soft. Like a giant stuffed animal! But his snuggles were so much better than what you could get from a toy. Soft, warm, and loving.

“You’re looking a little sleepy there,” Angel chuckled, no doubt watching your drooping eyes and longer blinks.

“No way,” you denied, shaking your head.

“Oh yeah? Well, how about a story?” Angel grinned.

“Very Hungry Hellhound?” you requested.

“Sure, baby,” Angel laughed, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the book.

As the two of you settled down and Angel’s voice drifted through the air, your eyes gradually grew heavier and heavier. Your paci bobbed in your mouth and your plush was tucked under your arm. Even Fat Nuggets was dozing off. Before Angel could even finish the story, you had fallen asleep. Safe and sound.

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