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barzonlinemag · 1 month

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ao3feeddestiel · 3 months

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The Heartbreak Hotel

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gy2i1Cf by naughtystiel To say that Dean was unhappy would be an understatement. The past two years had been hard for him and he was stuck in a depressive limbo. On the day of his forty-fifth birthday, he found a business card lying on the pavement outside of a cafe. The problem was, there wasn't much on it; a name, a slogan and a phone number. The phone number that he found himself dialling as he sat in his car. Now that he had a room booked, it was time to go and check what he got himself into. Would the Heartbreak Hotel turn out to be exactly what he needed all along? Words: 19676, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Angst, References to Depression, One Shot, Guilt read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gy2i1Cf

#IFTTT #The Heartbreak Hotel #naughtystiel

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nouverx · 3 months

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The thing I love the most about Alastor is that we can't truly know what to think of him, if he is being truly manipulative or if there's a genuine undertone behind any of his words, and that allows people to interpret him differently from one person to another. Like "oh he's being so sweet and supportive", to "no actually he's just saying what people want to hear because he's an evil manipulator". Maybe some fans are being too trustful, just like Charlie, and falling into his lies. BUT maybe there's a true genuine undertone to everything he says, maybe he can be a sweetie behind his evil mask. And maybe he'll turn out redeemable. Or not at all. Who knows?

His character could go in two completely different directions in the next seasons and we have no way of telling how he'll turn out. It's still fully open because he showed he can be awful and evil and manipulative, but since there's been very few hints here and there that he could get attached to the hotel, that means he could be sweet despite all that. The mystery and uncertainty is keeping us thinking and hoping and I LOVE that. He's such a unique and amazingly written character.

On a personal note, I think the two different directions his character could take should coexist. Yes, he's going to be a main villain in the future seasons and betray Charlie and the hotel, yes he's an evil manipulator, BUT he could also get attached to them and show redeemable qualities at the same time. For me it would make the heartbreak even greater and his character even more satisfying.

#text #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #this man is rotating in my brain non stop I needed to get it out of my system #either way I cant wait to see him challenge Charlie's idea of redemption #by being either SUPER hard to redeem or completely impossible to redeem #cant wait for the anguish the pain and the heartbreak he will bring in future seasons ❤#YES I KNOW I havent posted in so long i'm sorry depression and artblock had me on a chokehold #I'll be back with more art I just needed to let out my thoughts about HH

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cinnamon-galaxies · 23 days

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Unspoken Feelings

Pairings: Alastor x gn!Reader

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, tension, lots of tension, unspoken feelings, hurt but also comfort?, Alastor is bad at feelings, inner conflict, suppressed feelings, does the ending count as (light) angst?, bittersweet ending, I'm bad at tagging

Summary: Loving you is hard, but being with you is harder. And being with Alastor is dangerous.

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: This one is very short compared to my other fic but full of (heartbreaking) tension.

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{Masterlist}

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You sat at the grand piano in the dimly lit lounge of the hotel. Your fingers glided gracefully across the keys, seamlessly transitioning between the notes with a captivating elegance. With closed eyes you surrendered to the enchanting melody, completely entranced by its spell. Your soft voice sang along, a subtle sound that harmonized with heartbreaking lyrics of the ballad that had such a special place in your heart, reminding you of bittersweet moments and cherished dreams.

Alastor sat not far from you in an armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His crimson eyes remained fixed on you, captivated by your fervent performance that fully caught his attention. Though he heard you play before he had never witnessed such a fiery passion put into the music that came from your fingers. Your singing voice was enchanting, echoed from the high ceiling like a siren’s song casting a spell on every person who could hear you. It was as though you were revealing a concealed message and opening your heart to whatever you had in mind.

He closed his eyes while he let himself get bewitched by your spell, fully succumbing to your beautiful performance. Were you even aware that he was watching you? Listened to you singing and playing like a muse? He didn’t know it but also he didn’t care as long as you kept playing and filled the hole in his heart with the sound of your song, as a clenching feeling tugged on his stomach, clouded by a pang of longing. He knew exactly what he felt right now. How he felt about you, but expressing those emotions was a different story. He wasn’t good at feelings, let alone at admitting them. It was hard to even admit them to himself, just to begin with. He found himself caught up in denial for far too long and had blamed it on his mind playing tricks on him – he even preferred to diagnose himself as mentally ill than to just accept the fact that he had grown fond of you. Way too fond.

That he started longing for you.

Loved you.

Love.

He let out a dismissive laugh that was far too quiet for you to hear over the sound of the piano.

Love was a feeling he had never felt before. At least not in this way. He had loved his mother unconditionally. She had been the closest and dearest person to him that ever existed in his whole lifetime. And there were other people who were close to him and who he cared about. A lot. But nothing like this could be compared to what he felt in your presence. What feelings you evoke deep inside of him as he looked you in the eyes, felt your lingering gaze on him, listened to you talk and laugh with all your heart. The way his thoughts about you occupied his every breath and kept him awake at night because otherwise if he closed his eyes all he could see was your beautiful face haunting his mind like a tormenting ghost. Oh sweet hells, he even dreamed about you. Was this really the love people were so obsessed with and that was considered the most beautiful thing in the world? There was no way he could comprehend this; no matter how hard he tried. You possessed his every thought and made him question his sanity. It was an uncomfortable feeling that tugged on him, almost completely tore him apart. He hated it. But yet he didn’t want to miss it.

He opened his eyes again, watching your graceful silhouette moving in front of the grand piano and couldn’t help himself but smile contendly, his eyes glowing with sparks of joy. Though no matter how many feelings of happiness tingled in his guts, he felt heartbroken at the same time. Your relationship has always been complicated. You danced around each other, both too far to take the leap. There was so much on you that Alastor admired. Your view on life and your admiration for the smaller things. The way you animatedly gestured around while you told him a story and how your eyes sparkled with anticipation whenever you were about to do the things you adored the most. He admired your creativity and your talent, the passion you put into your music when you played one of your instruments and used your powerful voice to sing along. The way you danced with him as if you were a graceful swan. He also admired your strength and independence, your self-confidence, your stubbornness, your abnormal sense of humor and psychotic tendencies that always reminded him that you were in hell for a reason. He admired the way you weren’t afraid to show off your insanity, even implemented some of your sickest fantasies on hell’s worst spawns. He admired you.

Alastor took a sip of his whiskey. His thoughts made him sound like a fool – an immature and cheesy teenager – whenever he tried to unravel the clot that every oh so normal person considered love.

By now he was aware that he himself had become a victim of this cruel but also beautiful torture. But no matter how confident he was of his actions his own demons held him back to fully committing to you and the feelings he harbored in his chest, carefully tucked away in a heart shaped box. He was everything but a saint. He’d never be enough for you because he knew that he would never change. All he could give you was sorrow and pain and if there was one thing he didn’t want you to bear, it was you suffering from his incapabilities of being the lover you deserved.

The song came to an end and that was when Alastor noticed that he had swallowed his whole drink within the shortest amount of time. Not good, as he already felt the effects of the alcohol starting to cloud his senses.

Through the corner of his eye he saw you move and when he turned his face towards you, you caught him by surprise as he met your gaze. Time stood still for a short moment, his heart pounded in his chest as he returned your startled gaze. You obviously hadn’t been aware of his presence until now.

Alastors smile widened in amusement at your dumbfounded expression but he didn’t laugh. Instead, his voice was calm and smooth as he said, “That was quite the performance, my dear.”

You forced yourself to smile, trying hard to hide your embarrassment in front of him – unsuccessfully. What a cute sight, Alastor thought but shook off the thought as soon as it entered his mind.

“Thank you, Alastor,” you responded to him, your voice much more confident than your startled body language expressed. A wave of reassurance overcame you and you calmed down, recovering from the surprise of your unexpected listener. “It’s always nice to have a captive audience. Even though I would’ve preferred to be aware of it,” you then added with a soft voice, a genuine smile forming on your lips.

Alastor chuckled softly. “Well, consider me captivated, indeed.”

The room became silent for a moment as you and Alastor exchanged glances, the air heavy with unspoken words. There was a moment of silent understanding between you, a shared acknowledgement of the unspoken feelings that lingered beneath the surface. Alastor knew he had to say something, to break the tension between you, but the words caught in his throat, unable to be spoken out loud. It was one of those moments when he should have risen from his seat and approached you, embracing your delicate presence and pulling you in a tender kiss. It was what he had dreamed about for weeks, one of those perfect moments that needed no words but mere actions to confess your feelings for each other. There was no doubt that you felt the same for him. Alastor knew that you returned his feelings (at least in some similar way). You had to. Otherwise you would have acted differently in his presence, less nervous, less attentive in his personal needs, less affectionate. You would’ve maintained less eye contact with him, not lingering your gaze longer on him than necessary and not secretly stealing glances. Yes, he knew about it but not only because he could feel it when he was watched, but also because people had told him. Not only Charlie had tried to confront him about the supposed ‘tension’ between the both of you, but also Angel couldn’t help but joke loudly about it. Alastor was told how much you smiled in his presence, how much more vivid you behaved in his presence, that subtle tries of yours to catch his attention without raising suspicion. Well, your attempt to remain inconspicuous seemed to have failed – at least in the eyes of the other residents. If no one had told Alastor about it and he wouldn’t have spent time actively paying attention to your changes in behavior around him, he would have never noticed. Never guessed it. You were truly bad at concealing your feelings. Did you even try?

Normally Alastor would’ve laughed at this thought. But in this moment there was nothing to laugh about as the tension between you burned with a subtle passion, drawing the both of you to each other in an unspoken longing.

You loved him at least as much as he loved you.

You wanted him at least as much as he wanted you.

And you needed him at least as much as he needed you.

At least that’s what Rosie had told him when he had spent a whole afternoon conversing with her about that peculiar demoness that made him feel things he never thought possible. But yet, Alastor remained in his armchair, returning your loving expression with unveiled eyes. His breath was heavy and his heart pounded in his chest like a drum on a battlefield.

Oh, how much he wanted to touch you.

To get close to you.

To hug you.

To kiss you.

To make him his. For the rest of eternity.

But he knew his inner demons would show you no mercy. That he would just hurt you to a point of no return. And that was something he was determined not to allow under any circumstances. Something he would never forgive himself for. And he would hurt you. He knew that.

Alastor felt a lump building in his throat and held his breath as it was too painful to continue breathing with that pressure clenching his chest.

The both of you stood there for a moment longer, staring at each other but remained in your unmoved state, silently confessing to each other without a spoken word.

Without making a sound Alastor stood up, his hand wrapped tightly around his empty whiskey glass, knuckles whitening under the pressure. He offered you a small, toothless smile before turning around to leave. His heart was heavy from unspoken desires and the pain of his decision tore his heart into shreds as he left you alone. The door swung close behind him and Alastor couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss wash over him. He knew that loving you was hard. And being without you was even harder.

Cruel.

But it was for the best.

He could never love you the way he wanted to – the way you deserved it. And if protecting you meant tearing himself apart in the most gruesome ways possible, so it should be.

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hauntedhotel · 2 years

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Oh my god, just got to the TMA liveshow and Jon and Martin’s first meeting is so ridiculous I'm crying.

I don't understand how it took Martin such a long time to figure out that Jon might do a good impression of a snotty, stoic academic but he’s actually an anxious idiot when their first meeting was so stupid!

Yeah fine Martin let a dog trick him with its cute face and sneaked into the archive but what kind of person responds with "...in general?" when asked if they've seen a dog? Did he think a perfect stranger was accosting him at work to ask him if he’s ever seen a dog in his life?

I can't believe Martin was even surprised that Jon thought he was a ghost. I can’t believe Martin was ever intimidated by him. I can’t believe Martin ever let him live it down. Every one of their interactions for like, six months should be some variation of:

Jon: Martin, have you seen my glasses?

Martin: Yes Jon, they’re very nice. They make you look very smart.

Jon: What? No, I can’t find them!

Martin: Oh! I thought you meant like, in general.

Jon: *silently seethes*

Martin: They’re on your head, by the way.

#the magnus archives #magpod #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jmart #jonmartin #teaholding #tma liveshow #tma spoilers #this is all meant in the fondest way possible #i love jonathan sims #head archivist of the magnus institute #london #but with the best will in the world #when stressed he does find pretty much the stupidest thing possible to say #marching on towarda the finale now #and inevitable heartbreak i assume #hotel talks about tma

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radvelvetcakez · 20 days

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"alastor is good ace rep" this "alastor is bad ace rep" that YEAH WELL YOU KNOW WHO'S ACTUALLY GREAT ACE REP???? CA$H FROM HEARTBREAK HIGH.

#hazbin hotel #heartbreak high #alastor hazbin hotel

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ao3-anonymous · 2 days

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Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (04/22/2024)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms. Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

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allastoredeer · 18 days

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Interesting Headcanon for you:

I think Alastor's bayou acts a lot like Rose's room from Steven Universe. In that it can simulate just about anything Alastor wants and he sometimes uses it to re-live specific memories.

He realized early on in his discovery of this power that it was all illusory. He has only ever recreated his mother's voice when he remembers her, because he can't picture her face the same way after a century in Hell and he doesn't want to risk reinforcing an incorrect idea of her.

When he's re-living his memories of her she's always "just out of sight" or "in another room" to justify it to himself.

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) why would you do this to me

#he doesn't want to reinforce an incorrect idea of her 🥲#he can't remember her voice 🥲#she always just outside of sight 🥲#like she's in another room 🥲#but he can never go to hurt 🥲#thanks for the heartbreak valleymermaid #that ain't ever leaving #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #alastors mother #asks #mermaid-of-the-valley

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dollopheadsandclotpoles · 1 month

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Canon Aspec Characters + Red

Kodama Sakuko - Koisenu Futari. AroAce. Top Left

Alastor - Hazbin Hotel. Ace (Possibly Aro). Top Right

Isaac Henderson - Heartstopper. AroAce. Middle Left

Takahashi Satoru - Koisenu Futari. AroAce. Middle Right

Todd Chavez - Bojack Horseman. Ace. Bottom Left

Ca$h Piggott - Heartbreak High. Ace. Bottom Right.

#mine #aroace tag #koisenu futari #hazbin hotel #bojack horseman #heartbreak high #heartstopper #alastor heartbreak hotel #kodama sakuko #takahashi satoru #todd chavez #isaac henderson #ca$h piggott #asexual #ace #asexuality #aroace #aromantic asexual #two people who can't fall in love

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luuuuucyscorner · 6 days

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𝐋𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐜𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭