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Max Jägerman from NPMD mood board with red and black vibes!
Self indulgent!
what about Darkleer?
Sexuality Headcanon: Heterosexual, bi or panromanticGender Headcanon: Cis male, though I could also probably picture nbA ship I have with said character: HandmaidxDarkleer is my rarepair loveA BROTP I have with said character: As purely bros: Signless. As pale: Dualkleeeeeeeer.A NOTP I have with said character: MindfangxDarkleerA random headcanon: He can control his strength even without gloves, but when he gets emotional, he doesn’t exhibit his usual dexterity. This has resulted in a lot of broken coffee mugs.General Opinion over said character: Precious buff babe, protect at all costs
mdni,,, suggestive content… but like yurk imagine yall having an intense make out session and boothill gets way too excited and accidentally regurgitates a bullet into your mouth.
doesn’t even think anything of it when you almost choke on it. in fact, he hasn’t even noticed. he’s pouting because you’ve pulled away, and it was just getting good. like you’ve got him all hot and bothered, and his hand was up your shirt and now you’re pulling away. what gives?
you hold it out to him. “you… uh… dropped this, i think.”
he’s still way too focused on your lips to realise what’s happened. you hesitantly hold it up to his mouth and, almost instinctively, he pulls it from your fingers with his teeth.
boy dinner or something. super romantic.
Promiscuous E.T.
Pairing: Male!Yautja x G/n!Reader
Summary: Since you both were completely different species, you wanted to show your yautja boyfriend one of Earth's finest creations. Just Dance.
TW: cute moments, yautja rage quit, hint of sex towards the end.
Based on this post!!



"Come on," you muttered, fiddling with your old Wii console that was once sitting in your closet collecting dust. Now, it was getting set up to your living room television. "Stupid thing."
For a while, since the beginning of your relationship with your alien lover, you have tasked yourself with showing him things from your world. It started off with the basics, including food, fashion trends, music, and much more. Now, you wanted to show him a small piece of your childhood.
Your yautja watched silently as you fiddled with the old Wii station. He didn't understand your urge to show him these strange things from your planet. However, he thought you were very cute when your Ooman eyes would light up and your smile would brighten when you showed him things. Therefore, he indulged your little antics.
"And what is this contraption, little blade?" He asked in his language with various clicks, which made you pause.
The crackle of the translator embedded under the skin behind your ear took a second to translate, his clicks turning into words in a mere second.
You smiled and turned towards him, "I wanted to show you a game that's very popular on my planet!" You continued to fiddle with it for a few more seconds before the screen finally lit up. "Sweet!"
Before he could continue asking more questions, you quickly headed towards him, holding something similar to a remote in your hand.
"This is a Wii remote," you handed the pink device into his awaiting claws, his hand practically dwarfing the remote as he stared down at it. "You use it so the console can monitor your movements!"
He let out a few curious clicks as he played with the remote in his hand, similarly how you would wield a knife which almost made you giggle. The device was shaped like a thick stick that was decorated pink. He also noticed that it was covered in some rubber sheath with a dangling string.
"How do I wield this?" He asked, patiently allowing you a moment for the translator to help you understand. He stared down at you, silently admiring how small you were compared to him, especially in the nest.
Oblivious, you started explaining the device. "Okay, well, you'll hold this and follow the movements on the screen, basically copy them. The remote will monitor and track on how well you're doing!" You took the remote and pulled out the string as he listened.
"This goes around your wrist and can be adjusted! This makes sure you don't accidentally throw it or drop it." You finished, carefully strapping the fabric around his wrist.
As you were doing that, your yautja continued to admire you. Using his other hand, he played with your hair, careful not to accidentally hurt you with his claws. He loved how smart you were, teaching him something new practically every day. He let out some affectionate purrs the more he thought about it.
He was proud to have such a worthy mate.
Your cheeks flushed a little, smiling up at him which he returned in his own way. His upper mandibles moving to resemble something similar to a smile. "All done, big boy." You teased, pulling away to grab your own remote.
Going through the menu, you selected the game that you inserted a bit ago. After a few more clicks, the song list appeared and you were already searching through some of the songs available.
"Anything that you wanna try?" You asked, looking up at him.
Your yautja shuffled through the songs before one captured his attention. Surprisingly, the beat was very catchy and the characters on the screen was interesting.
"Let's do this one." He said, returning your gaze for your approval.
"Okay! I'm excited for this one, so I'm glad you picked it!" You exclaimed, clicking on the song and getting into position. After a second, you had to pull miserably on your yautja to do the same.
Curse him for being so big, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Halfway through the song, you noticed that your yautja was getting a little frustrated. For the past few minutes, he's been getting a low score.
And your yautja is very competitive.
"Pauk!" He cursed, continuing to get 'ok' on his score and he was starting to get more frustrated.
"You're going great!" You tried encouraging, allowing yourself to get a few low scores purposely without him seeing. "I'm getting a few low scores too!"
However, he didn't hear you, continuing to get more frustrated and moving his arms rougher.
After a moment, something snapped and he swung his arm. In that second, he forgot how powerful he was and his superior strength. The remote flew from his hand, the wrist strap snapping as the device slammed into the screen of the television.
Leaving a large crack.
"Cjit..." He muttered, staring at the television with wide eyes and mandibles spread.
You stood there, facial expression matching his own, your own remote still in your own grasp.
"Pauk, I'm so sorry, little blade." He said, turning towards you with guilt for ruining something that could have been very expensive.
However, you could only laugh as you hunched over, hands on your knees which surprised your mate.
"I-I'm not mad, my love." You reassured, wiping a lonely tear from your face as you straightened yourself. "It was honestly funny."
"But, I broke your television, I shouldn't have lost control like that." He revoked, standing there with his arms crossed and head bowed.
You simply smiled, standing on your toes and patting his head, which made him look towards you.
"I could care less about it. I care more about you and your enjoyment." You stated, leaning in and kissing his lower mandible. He sighed and returned the affection, allowing a few of his mandibles to tickle your cheeks.
"What would I do without you, little mate?" He purred, looking down at you in adoration. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Cease to exist." You teased, biting your lip. You smirked and slowly brushed your fingers through his dreadlocks, tugging on a few. You were rewarded with a low growl.
"Why don't we do something else to let off some steam?"

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Yautja Finds Their S/O making a weapon from a rock they found pretty.
(This was inspired by a YouTube short I came across of a man making a spear tip out of blue glass)
Sitting on the soft pelts your oh so loving mate gave you, you continued chipping away at the large hunk of amethyst your darling had found on a hunt. Looking at the pretty rock you thought, what better way to commemorate the hunt and gift than by making your lover a weapon out of it? Knowing how much they love testing out new armour and equipment you were more than happy to sit and make them a new one. Continuing your intentional chipping at the outline you marked on the precious stone you hear a strong knock on the large metal door beside you. "Come in!" You chirped happily knowing exactly who it is. Before you could finish the door opened and walked through your mate. Curiously looking down on your little project they clicked their mandibles. "What is this my little ooman?" They speak their voice deep and tone curious. Looking away from your project and turning your attention towards them you explain that you're making a new blade for them. "I know that you've been keeping an eye out for a new one so I thought I'd make you one out of this." You pause for a moment holding it up to the sunlight that's peeking its way through the blinds. "Look at the way it gleams In the sun, it's so pretty!" You gush. Still holding it up you notice your mate clasping their fingers around the unfinished blade, closely studying it with a look of pure pride on their face. "Do you like it? The right side still needs to be shaped but it's very sh-." Cutting you off your mate placed the blade down on your work bench before enclosing you in their big burly arms and burying their face into your neck. Mandibles clicking, chirping and speaking in what you assume to be their mother tongue. Loosening their grip on you and coming up to look at you clearly they give you the most adoring look ever. "Love it, I will honour this gift by only using it on my next hunt. I am so very proud of you ooman."
Nothing to long for my first post, I thought I'd keep it short and sweet. I absolutely adore the idea of making your yautja a weapon out of something they gifted you 😭.
(Also feel free to send in any requests!!)
This gif is so silly.

Not enough alien x human romances with bioluminescence imo. Alien trying SO casually to keep their lights to themselves, but every time you pass by they get so overwhelmed with the need to dazzle you. As enamored as you are with the pretty lightshow they are just as much obsessed with your reaction, trying to gauge your strange human expressions for reciprocation. Not that you don't compliment them outright, but all they can do when you try is glow a different color. PLEASE show them human fireworks, or decorate your room with fairy lights, even if you didn't mean it a declaration of romance they're flashing every color of every rainbow because omg you shared your light with them even though your body isn't capable of doing it in the same way! You have an alien partner now, I don't make the rules.
Does anyone recognize this old comic? I found it while scanning newspapers. It looks like its from the 50’s.(reupload cuz i forgot the filter)
Reblogs>>>likes


aggie
Clown Hygiene and Cleaning
A crucial part of raising your own clown is the physical upkeep! Just like dogs or cats, it’s important to know how to wash up your clown and maintain its health. A clean clown is a happy clown!
DISCLAIMER : NEVER TRY TO SCRUB OFF YOUR CLOWN’S FACIAL MARKINGS! IT MAY LOOK LIKE MAKEUP, BUT IT ISN’T.
Once A Day Maintenance
Teeth Brushing — One of the most overlooked parts of clown care is one of the simplest. Brush your clown’s teeth! It improves breath, while also ensuring that your clown won’t have painful cavities.
Face and Hand Wiping — It’s so important to do this, every day. Take a damp, cool hand towel, and gently wipe your clown’s face and hands. Not only is it a bonding experience, similar to how a clown mother will take care of her babies, but the face and hands often get sweaty, which can cause discomfort.
Once A Week Maintenance
Bathtime — Always fun for your clown, make sure you give them a bath at least once a week. Bubble baths are preferred! Keeps them smelling nice and fresh. Be sure to scrub the bottoms of their shoe-like paws, as the rubbery grip can accumulate dirt and grime.
Bell Shining — For breeds without bells, this isn’t necessary of course. But for breeds with bells, especially jesters, cleaning and shining their bells keeps up morale. Remember : NEVER use products intended for use on metal. Your clown’s bells are a natural part of their plumage, and thusly, are NOT metal. Instead, use bell conditioners, found at most pet shops. In a pinch, you can use human hair conditioners. But I would never recommend it over a standard clown brand.
Nail Clipping — If your clown has nails, it’s a good idea to clip them, as to avoid scratches. Always make sure that what they have are nails, though! A vet can tell you whether your clown has nails or not. Sometimes it can be hard to distinguish between the natural glove-like plumage and the real nails.
Once A Month Maintenance
Plumage Trimming — Sometimes, a clown can grow plumage quickly. The fabric-like coverings should be trimmed to the desired length around once a month. This avoids any risk of tripping or painful ripping. Take note of where the costume-looking patterns comfortably rest. Their hair should also be trimmed to stay out of their eyes.
The main takeaway from this is that a clown has a lot of upkeep! If you don’t have the time (or patience) to complete these tasks, consider utilizing a clown wash service. Most pet stores have a directory to local services, or occasionally have the service in the store itself! Your vet can also direct you to grooming services for your specific breed.
Consult your vet about what kinds of soaps and conditioners can be used on your breed. The more specific details, the better. Different clowns require different care! But EVERY clown can benefit from some physical hygiene.
That’s all I have for today. Bye-bye!

Can I request the mycologists Cuddling with the reader hc ( I love the The Mushroom man🍄)
Mycologists cuddling with the reader hc’s
[Author’s Note: Yippee! An Inscryption ask! :D]
When performing surgeries for their experiments they have a steady hand but other than that their hands may occasionally twitch.
Even in a calm mood they can still be finicky and which means they move around a lot during cuddle time which can be annoying at first.
They love to rest their faces against yours.
The Mycologists do not like being distracted from their work and will often neglect any needs they may have while in work mode so you’ll have to remind them to take breaks. At first they get annoyed with you interrupting them but they are grateful that you care about them so much.
Both heads will often bicker during cuddle time because the smaller head wants to talk while the other head just wants to enjoy the silence with you.
You’re going to end up falling asleep on them because of how warm and cozy they are.
They have a lot of scars on their hands because of the sharp objects and specimens they work with. If you trace the scars on their hands both heads will swoon.



i may be addicted to drawing him
Guys hear me out: what if Kaycee and Po3 friendship? I know Po3 is an ass and would probably be annoyed by her, but also they both seem to be the loneliest characters in the game, with everyone disliking Po3 and with Kaycee just not really having any friends. I think they’d have so so SO much sibling-like rivalry as friends
huge respect for robot fuckers everywhere but i think if you tried to do anythign remotely sexual with p03 he would immediately make a face like youre some kind of really gross cockroach he's scared of and then he'd hit you with an orbital laser



oh shit it's old man yaoi o clock
Can i request some fluff with platonic yandere SCP 2662 who see reader who is also immortal but doesn't really know about it that is uneffected by SCP 2662 anomalous effect as a friends?
Both of them playing animal crossing

(Platonic) Yandere!SCP-2662 x GN!Reader ──────────────────────── Notes: Tysm for requesting this. I had so much reading about SCP-2662 and writing this request! I hope you enjoy ♡. Muah Muah ✮
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SCP-2662, a Keter class anomaly, is a humanoid who's actually (surprisingly) pretty chill. Also known as Cthulhu f'UCK OFF! (we'll just call him Cthulhu here), has a pretty humanoid(ish) appearance, along with fully functional cephalopod limbs attached to his back. He possesses the ability to manipulate and put false information into humans' dreams. Although his "followers" view him as all high and mighty, Cthulhu has no intentions of being their god. Rather, he prefers to sit in his containment cell and go about his day. Be it reading his daily newspaper or playing his many video games.
Tossing the introduction aside, You, an immortal being, had landed in the hands of the SCP Foundation. Be it intentional or not, you're stuck in your cell whether you like it or not. It ain't all that bad though, you're pretty cooperative and kind to those assigned to you, earning you a lot of rewards.
Once the Foundation found out that you're unaffected by various anomalous effects, new doors opened for you. One of those doors was he, himself, Cthulhu. A kind but massive beast, you two hit it off well.
At first, Cthulhu had thought you were another of his "devoted" followers.
You found him sitting at his table, a newspaper in hand and a coffee in the other.
"Oh, Saint Alagadda... what show are you going to put on now!? Hello?! Task Force!! Another one got in!!"
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Excuse me?"
You cringed, and he stopped yelling once he realized you weren't stripping or yelling insanities.
"You're not going to smear your blood and/or fluids on my walls…?" He asked, warily.
"WHAT!?? No?? What made you think that??"
He narrowed his beady eyes.
"Well, can't rule you out yet... You might just be faking it..."
"Right..."
"Trust issues much…" (He glared at you).
"In the meantime, you can stay...mm... over there." He pointed to the furthest corner from him possible.
You obeyed and sat in the corner, not making your case any better, since obeying him made it look like you were following his commands as your “god”.
Whenever you were pushed into these experiments, the researchers never gave you any information on the anomaly. Normally you don't care, but you would've appreciated some info on this one. By far, this one has made it to the top of your list of "Top Ten Weirdest first impressions."
You remained in the corner for hours a day to maximize as much exposure as possible (occasionally you got breaks and check-ups from the personnel). At the 2-month mark, Cthulhu had become pretty fond of you. He was very relieved that you showed no signs of wanting to perform rituals for him.
He allowed you to join him at his table and provided you with your very own cup of coffee! (If coffee isn't up to your taste, he's more than happy to supply you with anything else. Well, anything that the Foundation will allow).
Your relationship with Cthulhu got stronger as he invited you to join him in his many video games. Be it horror, indie, action, survival, or RPG, he's happy to be able to play with someone who views him only as a friend.
"You know, I'm happy you're different. It's nice that I can finally interact with someone without them flashing their cloaca at me."
"... Do I even want to know?"
As time passed, you two got to know more and more about each other. It took Cthulhu some time to open up after the "Massy's Big Chance" incident. You found out that Cthulhu had run away from home when his dad wouldn't stop projecting his sex cult on him. Yikes. You comforted him the best you could.
However, when he really started to like you (platonically) was the time when his worshippers broke into his cell again, and he found out that you weren't just a regular human.
This time, he was in the shower, and you were the unfortunate one to fall victim.
Cue in 3 naked, sex-crazed humans.
"What the actual fuck... How did you three get in here??" You had a newspaper in your hands and were sitting at his place at the table.
They spared you no less than a glance and made their way toward the bathroom.
"Uh, the hell? You can't go in th-"
You made the mistake of grabbing onto one of the humans' arms, and they quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed your arm.
You shrieked, alerting Cthulhu. Although being immortal, you could still feel pain, and god did this hurt like a bitch.
Cthulhu came rushing out, grabbing his follower's attention.
"Oh, great one! We've come to liberate you!"
He paid no mind to them, his focus was on you and your bleeding arm. Which didn't look well in his follower's eyes.
"Oh, sweet Alagadda! Are you oka-" He started to make his way towards you when one of his followers jumped in front of him.
"But first, we'll start with a sacrifice!"
"This one will do!"
One of the humans grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. He raised his knife, and before he could reach your neck, he got sucker punched into a wall by Cthulhu. Really unexpected considering Cthulhu's nature.
He scooped you up in his arms, not letting anyone touch you till the Task Force arrived with medics.
"Don't worry... I just so happen to be immortal…" Your voice strained and weak as you tried not to pass out from the blood loss.
"WHAT??"
You ended up fainting anyways.
Fast-forward...
"Never thought you could actually hit someone."
You sat on the floor, leaning against Cthulhu's shoulder. Your arm was tightly bandaged, despite your protests.
He sighed. "Neither did I... Must've been the adrenaline."
Cthulhu was still annoyed that you hadn't told him earlier about your immortality.
"To be fair, you never asked."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm just glad you're safe."
He smiled in his own unique way and you returned the gesture. You two spent the afternoon playing Animal Crossing together and blabbering about anything that crossed your minds.
That day, Cthulhu promised himself to protect you at all costs. Perhaps, one day, when he's "older" you two will live together in a house. Playing all the video games possible and away from anyone that could tear you two apart. ──────────────────────── Cites: “SCP-2662 - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 March 2023, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2662. (Official info on SCP-2662)
“SCP-2662 | Heroes Wiki | Fandom.” Heroes Wiki, https://hero.fandom.com/wiki/SCP-2662. (Additional info on SCP-2662)
Bierman, Ed. “Skeeve Online - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 December 2022, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/skeeve-online. (Massy's Big Chance incident)
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Thinking about giving or receiving a hug from behind having a special meaning for Irkens because that's where their PAK is and it's the PAK, rather than the organic body, that contains the true essence of their personality, mind, and spirit. Hugs from the front can be friendly and casual, but hugs from the back come with Connotations™.
*coughs in dehydrated*
eughabagf uhhhb... my art (??)

art of me and the pookies

Beej and his total unfamiliarity with being on the receiving end of voluntary affection.
You reach a point of familiarity where you hug him goodbye before you leave or give him a kiss on the cheek and he's frozen, at first you worry you made him uncomfortable but when you apologise he says don't and asks for more.
Then you realise he's not used to being shown affection without demanding it from someone or tricking them and wants more attention but doesn't know what to do.
Bonus points of you're not great with social cues either, ditto, so when he says he wants more kisses or a longer hug leading into a long cuddle session you just give it to him, why not?
You've inadvertently made a demon at your mercy but unlike others you're not gonna seize that power, he'll just listen when you say "Beej honey, don't light that chair on fire"
Y/n: I think I need a hug… Beetlejuice: Good thing I'm hug shaped! 45 minutes later Y/n: You… you can let go now. Beetlejuice: No, I absolutely cannot.
I dont think people understand how much utter respect Sir Pentious shows for Cherri???
Sir Pentious is a Victorian man, he died in 1888. Back then women were just house wives, mothers, toys, purse dogs, mere objects to be thrown around before being thrown away. They were treated with no respect whatsoever.
But Cherri is Pentious's whole world.
He took of his hat for her (very high sign of respect), calls her Miss Bomb, actually complements her and bought her shots, he ASKED her if she wanted to have sex, he didn't just force it onto her. He died for her.
For us in this era those all seem like things that are completely normal and should be done, but from Pentious's era and possible mindset, those are the signs of utmost respect and it really shows how much her cherishes her. None of those things were normal from when he was alive.
He might be a stupid lil fool of a man, but, god damn, is he trying.
MY FAVORITE LOL
Are you sure you wanna write Adam and only one bed trope??????
AHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAH OMGGGGG

“What the fuck do you mean there’s one bed you dumb bitch?”
You roll your eyes and thank the hotel concierge and take your bags toward the elevator. “She means,” you try to downplay his words. “The room we booked is only one bed and all that’s available.”
Adam rolls his eyes and quickly walks toward your assigned room. He jams the the key into the slot and opens the door. He throws his bag onto the bed and flops onto it. “Really? I thought she was talking to the people behind us. No shit there’s only one bed! I can fucking see that, I’m on the one bed!” He sighs and runs his hand down his face. “Don’t they know who the fuck I am??”
You roll your eyes and push his bags off the bed. “We’re literally in hell on a recon mission.” You sigh deeply and rub your eyebrows. “Lute couldn’t be here so I’m here with you. Since you’re fucking Adam-“
“I thought I told you to call me dick master.”
“What the fuck ever, you’re gonna sleep in the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor,” you finally finish. You look around the room for an extra pair of linens and start to get your “bed” ready on the floor. You miss Adam take off his mask and roll his eyes at you getting comfortable on the floor. Against his better judgement after changing into something more comfortable, he sighs and moves to one side of the bed.
He coughs to get your attention. “Hey, you look like an idiot on the floor. Just,” he sighs, “take this small part of the bed. Don’t touch me alright?”
You squint your eyes in suspicion but follow his words. You carefully get into the bed and take up only about 10% of it. Adam finally relaxes and takes most of the covers. He spreads out almost spread eagle, his hand hitting the back of your head as you lay on your side. You grip the sheets with a shiver as you’re annoyed at how comfortable he is taking up most of the bed. You continue to feel him shift in his sleep and you try to finally find some yourself.
About 30 minutes in, you suddenly feel a pair of hands on your waist and your body being pulled in.
You give a tiny yelp and suddenly feel his warm body behind yours. You don’t dare move for fear of what he’ll say, but you tru anyways. “Umm, Adam? Why are you…?”
“I swear to god bitch if you don’t shut the fuck up and let me cuddle you.” He pauses, his breath hot on your neck as his legs intertwine with yours. “Having someone close fucking helps me sleep, bitch. And, you’re someone I actually tolerate more than Lute.”
For as long as you’ve worked with him, you’ve never heard Adam sound like this, his voice strangely demure. You hide your smile from him as you place your hands over his. Behind you, Adam blushes and pulls you tightly into him. He won’t admit it, but he’s secretly glad there is only one bed as he’s able to touch you in ways he’s only imagined.
But he’ll never tell you that, he’d have to be on his death bed to get a confession out of him.

Since Alastor doesn't sleep and just stands in a corner of his room
His version of cuddling while sleeping is you standing beside him in a corner of his room
No, you aren't allowed to talk or sit down
He'll make it as awkward as possible.

You have so graciously written multiple of my asks 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you for doing them justice!!! 👁️👅👁️
I’m living for the alastor with cannibal reader!
What about the gang at the hotel sees alastor with a pretty new thing around his arm and she is just !!!!stunning!!! Like dark elegant (yet terrifying) grace. And everyone is like ????how did this old ass radio demon pull someone like you???
But they realize exactly why they fit so perfect when she kills someone (maybe defending the hotel) and just munches down on their corpse crazy style. Turning around, blood on their face, in their teeth with a wide smile like “I helped!!!” And then it clicks that she’s also a cannibal like him.
Everyone is all grossed out by it but Al thinks she has never looked prettier all covered in blood from her kill and meal. He even Wipes her face for her 😗😗😗
IM HAPPY THAT I HAVE DONE SO MANY OF YOUR REQUESTS AND YOU ENJOYED THEM!!!! I hope that i did this one justice.
Truly there was no way.
Their eyes HAD to be deceiving them.
Alastor had left the hotel to go on one of his outings but the gang was just too curious as to where the Overlord was going.
So like the mischievous nosy bunch they were; they followed him.
They followed him to a lovely restaurant and watched in shock as the waiter seated Alastor and the most beautiful demon they had ever seen.
Truly there was no way.
There was no way that ALASTOR was chatting up such a beautiful dame and NOT being creepy.
They watched from afar as Alastor pulled out a small box, presumingly a gift, and give you a genuine smile as you gawked and playfully glared at him before accepting it with a soft smile.
You were stunning!
You must have died from an earlier time period as you were dressed in very modest attire.
A puffy white blouse tucked into a long black skirt, waist tapered by a corset to show off your curves.
Your neck and ears wore pearls and your hair was curled and pinned up.
The epitome of grace and elegance.
How the hell did that old fossil bag you???
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”Oh Alastor! You didn’t have to!” You gasped as he presented a small gift box to you.
The red charmer demon smiled as you opened the box to see he had got you some customized jewelry.
The Radio Demon had been courting you for a while.
Sending you flowers and taking you out on several outings throughout the Pride Ring.
It took you a while to warm up to him, but he did have a way with persuasion Rosie told you he was a great guy and your bestie would never lie. Plus Alastor had been asking her about you
“Oh it was nothing my dear! A beautiful lady should have beautiful things. I thought it would compliment that new dress you got” Ah what a charmer.
As the two of you chatted and enjoyed each other's company, you had an eerie feeling you were being watched.
You shook off the feeling, it wasn’t too off putting as many people often staring as you accompanied the demon.
Besides, no one dared to approach the two of you anyway.
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Alastor had asked you to come to the hotel so he could show you around.
He really only wanted you to meet the Princess, but the whole hotel was in attendance when Alastor opened the door to reveal you.
“No way Freaky Face bagged a broad like this?” Angel commented, causing Nifty giggled while the rest of the gang watched as Alastor showed you around.
All was going well…until there was a loud banging at the door.
rude much?
“Angel we know you’re here!” A voice shouted as the banging got louder.
You turned to see the tall spider start to shake a bit.
You patted his arm and motioned him to take a seat and reassured him that all will be well.
Vaggie hissed as a window was knocked out.
”Oi come on out! Valentino wants to see you! We don’t mind using force whorebug!”
You felt your eye twitch.
the gang was trying to think of a way to get rid of them.
They were going to tear the hotel apart at this rate.
Charlie protested as you made your way to the lobby double doors and swung them open.
”Why hello gentlemen, is there a reason for such distasteful actions?” You smiled, but it was anything but friendly.
You took a step forward, a dark aura manifested around you as your eyes glows and teeth sharpened.
”Take her out boys! I’m sure the boss man would like a new toy!”
oh poor things.
You launched at the unexpected demon, sharp teeth at his neck and with a quick yank, his head was gone.
You heard horrified gasps as you moved to dispatch each disgusting creature.
”Ooh my dear you shouldn’t have” you heard Alastor say.
The gang had poked their heads out the front door and was shocked. There were dead bodies everywhere on the front lawn, bodies parts littering the ground.
Angel and Vaggie gagged as they saw you, teeth deep,in a poor demon. You were shaking it like a dog would with a toy, until it flung out of your mouth, leaving your mouth bloody.
”OOH that’s sick so fucking sick!”
You grinned at Alastor, sharp teeth white a pale contrast to the bright blood smeared on your face .
You shyly tucked a strand of loose hair, standing to dust yourself off. “Ooh i do apologize Alastor. They were just being rude and ruining the exterior! Such disgusting things! They didn’t even deserve the grace to be eaten! How dare they try to-”
You were pulled from your murderous ramble by a soft cloth on your face. You blinked, eyes focusing on Alastor’s smiling face.
”Knew you would look good in red”
You blushed as he wiped the blood from your chin.
”Oh stop it. You know red doesn’t suit me” you playfully hit his chest. He hummed, ignoring your comment as he cleaned your face.
”I think you look ravishing’ he purred as he licked your blood-stained cheek.
You giggled and held up a liver for him to bite.
In the background the gang was flabbergasted.
so that was HOW Alastor bagged a bad bitch?
shes a fucking cannibal…huh who would have knew?
Well you had to be some sort of freaky to be entertaining the Radio Demon.