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koemiexists · 3 days
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Sleeping Beauty
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summary: you wanna try something new with your lover tags: finally some porn without plot- oh no there's a bit of plot there, sex, vaginal sex, somnophilia, sex while sleeping, porn, creampie, aftercare, embarrassing conversations word count: 1.9k a/n: i had to, physically could not stop myself as I made this smut shot...
The only person aware of your relationship with the Radio Demon was Husk.
If it were Alastor’s choice, it would have been no one. However, Husk had stumbled upon you exiting his bedroom and questioned you relentlessly on why until you cracked.
You had to plead to Alastor to not have Husk killed right then and there.
You weren’t sure why Alastor would want to hide your relations with him, yet with the talk of the Vee’s, you believed that would be the reason why. His and Vox’s rivalry seems to go back way before you made it to Hell, so it seemed obvious that Alastor would wish to hide anything that may seem like a weakness to him.
In a way, he was caring for you by seeming like he didn’t in public.
Privately, behind closed doors, you two would often cuddle or talk, and on some occasions, Alastor would initiate intimacy with you. It had always excited you, considering how hesitant your lover was with physical contact. His touch on your skin gave you goosebumps, and you would gently pull him in, giving him kisses to melt away that barrier of rigidness, giving you the Alastor you loved.
At the moment, you were fidgeting with a bracelet you had recently bought. It was a bright red, almost glowing. You waited eagerly for your lover to slink his way into the bedroom through the shadows, so you could ask him a favor that had been on your mind.
You didn't have to wait a minute longer when the murky shadows pooled in the middle of the wooden floor, Alastor forming from it after a few seconds. His grin widened a little at the sight of you on his bed, and you gave him a small smile back, facing him completely.
“What’s in your hand?” He inquired, sitting next to you as he stripped his jacket off.
You bit your lip before turning to face him even more. “It’s a bracelet.”
Alastor quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. “You fancy yourself some jewelry? Just ask, (Name). I’ll buy you whatever jewels you desire, only the best ones to compliment your natural glow.”
“Not exactly...” You fiddled with it and sighed quietly as you tried not to let the embarrassment overrun you. “We have sex sometimes.”
He stopped his stripping, looking at you now, his gaze direct as you stuttered underneath his piercing eyes.
“And... I love it.” You inhaled deeply. “So, I want to try something new, if you’re okay with it.”
He still stared at you, his ears twitching as his short tail wagged barely behind him. “Continue, (Name).”
Flushing, you stood up so he was in front of you. You took another breath, and placed the bracelet against his hand so he could observe it. “I want you to have sex with me while I sleep.”
Before he opened his mouth to say something, you interrupted. “This bracelet is something I will wear at night, so you know that I want it to happen while I sleep. So, we are clear on, uhm, consent.”
Alastor moved slowly, taking your hands away from your sides, gently grasping them. “You want to do this tonight?” He didn’t look up at you, and you shifted in place, glancing away repeatedly.
“Yeah.”
He hummed in response, slipping the bracelet on your right hand before looking up at you. Rising up, Alastor gave you a soft kiss on your lips, then another kiss on your cheek. “Alright.” He said lightly, his smile widening. “However, as of right now, I have errands to run. Charlie’s tasks never wait! Aha! I’ll be seeing you very soon, darling.”
You watched as Alastor left, leaving you flushed and tired. Glancing down at the bracelet, you left his room silently to grab some food from the kitchen.
Angel Dust was there, and you let out a soft noise of surprise. His eyes moved from his phone to you. “Heya (Name).” He greeted, giving you a smile before turning back to his phone. 
You greeted back, before you made yourself a sandwich. Eating it slowly, you kept glancing at Angel. “How are you?” You spoke up softly, which surprised Angel.
“Eh, so so.” He stretched. “Worked a little too hard yesterday. The sex started to hurt after a bit.” He complained, running a hand against his fluff. “Had to shower twice.”
“Valentino.” You spoke bitterly. “Does he always overwork you?”
Angel thought for a minute, before shaking his head. “No, but sometimes he does. Often enough for me to be pissed off, that’s for sure.”
You nodded in sympathy. “Who wouldn’t be upset?” You begin to shift nervously as you quickly finish your sandwich. “Uh, I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“How do I prepare myself... for having sex... while I sleep...?” You asked meekly, face flushing heavily.
Angel snorted, then frantically had to cough as he began to choke on his drink. “H-Holy shit!” He heaved in laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. “Wow! I- just- wow!”
Rolling your eyes, you pouted slightly. “It’s not funny.”
“No- no it’s not funny,” He grinned, laughing quietly. “Didn’t know you were kinky like that.” 
You let out an irritated noise, and Angel raised his hands up, laughing softly. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop.”
“Better...” You murmured.
Angel cleared his throat, and gave you tips. “If he’s big, make sure you stretch yourself well before you sleep. But remember, more lube is not always better sometimes. You have a pussy, so it’ll lubricate itself.” He sighed. “Use about this much, maybe a little more.”
He motioned to the tip of his claws, indicating a pea size amount. “You’ll be fine. If you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up during it.”
“Okay.” You said softly, still extremely flustered you had asked Angel for him. He didn’t seem to mind, though, his eyes glinting with a knowing look. You were confused, but didn’t ask what he knew specifically, opting to flee from the embarrassing situation to your bedroom.
Twirling on your heel, you locked the door behind you, knowing that Alastor would just use his shadows to check up on you. Slipping the bracelet on, you walked over to your bed, heaving a sigh.
Everything in your room was brought by Alastor. It was his effort to show how much he truly loved you, going through the time to analyze exactly what you liked to personalize your space.
Your bed was perfectly made, and it seemed like the sheets had been ironed. Letting out a soft noise of amusement, you smoothed your hand over the pillowcase, admiring the silk material. After you complained about your hair frizzing with your cotton one, he replaced it with a high quality silk.
The sheets smelled of him, and you inhaled deeply, a smile on your face. Turning off the lamp at your bedside, you slid underneath the fluffy blanket. The warmth comforted you as you slipped into a deep sleep.
You weren’t fully awake when you felt your body being moved. Something curled around both your legs, spreading them open. You barely heard a soft ‘fuck’ as your cunt was touched eagerly.
You tried to shift up into the ministrations; however, your body was still struggling to wake up and move, leaving you to the mercy of whoever was doing this.
Letting out a sigh, you felt relief as something long and thick plunged deep inside you. Your breath hitched as your body was jolted, while your brain fought to fully wake up. Despite this, your body didn’t go into fight or flight mode. Instead you leaned into the thrusts. 
Your eyes remained closed as you let out soft moans, and the bed underneath you banged with each movement. Your arms sought out something to grasp, making contact with a limb. 
Blearily, you opened your eyes a bit, letting out a loud, warbly groan at the sight of Alastor. He was above you, grabbing your waist. His claws were just barely piercing your skin, his eyes focused on you. 
You huffed, moaning again as he thrusted deep into your heat. “You wanted this, didn’t you, darling?” 
Inclining your hips up, you let out a soft groan of agreement. “Al...” 
He smirked, biting your shoulder. You gripped him tighter, letting out a yelp as he pulled back. Blood was covering his lower mouth, leaving him looking wild.
“You’re so precious.”
You couldn’t respond to his comment, instead choosing to lock your legs behind his back. 
Alastor’s eyes glinted, his smile wide. “You’re beautiful.” You let out a whimper at that, your cunt squelching as he thrusted roughly. “You like that? Of course you do. You’re my precious doe, who loves everything I give her.”
“Alastor,” you panted, rubbing your clit in time to his unsteady thrusts, watching as sweat rolled down the side of his face.
“Close?” He asked, breathing heavily as you nodded. “Good girl.”
You whimpered again, and he just laughed. “You want to be so good for me, right?”
He flipped you, leaving you squealing as he grasped your hips roughly. “Ah- Alastor!”
He grinned and moved his hands to pinch your nipples, watching as your pussy fluttered. “Ngh!”
“You want to be good for me, right?” He asked. “If you do, then why not ride me? Show me what your body can really do, my little doe. I’ll give you anything you want once you cream on my cock.” He whispered filthily. 
You pouted a little, not wanting to really do any work; however, you knew that Alastor wasn’t above taming you if need be.
Slowly, you began to rock your hips, letting out high pitched mewls as your clit grazed his pelvis with each motion. Your hands were firmly on his chest, leaving you to use all your strength in your hips.
You panted, sweating as you went faster, watching as Alastor slowly became more undone below you. “Am I... am I doing good, Al?” You asked sweetly, your breasts bouncing as you changed your movements. 
Alastor’s hands instantly sought your hips, raising you up only to plunge you back down. “You’re amazing, my sweet lady.” He purred, as you bit your finger to stop your moans. You reached your climax with a shake, cunt squirting all over your lover.
He hummed, jackhammering into you as you kissed him sloppily. You pulled back, a string of spit connecting you two. The sight instantly had him cumming deep inside of you, letting out a soft sigh as you groaned from the warmth.
“...You could have been more gentle.” You admonished lightly, giving him a cheeky smile. “I would love to be woken up with you creaming my pussy...”
Alastor flushed lightly, something you don’t see often. “Do not say such dirty things around me, dear. I don’t believe I can handle it.”
You cooed, laughing. “You said some dirty things when we were fucking right now, Al.”
“Heat of the moment,” he quipped back, pulling out. With a snap of his fingers, he was fully clothed, and a wet rag was in his hands. “I should not even clean you up, considering how improper you’re being.” His tone seemed serious, but you knew he wouldn’t do that.
“You jest,” you purred, letting him gently take care of you. “You would never forgo aftercare. You’re from Louisiana.”
Alastor smirked, his monocle glinting in the light from the window. “You are right.”
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ultra-art-blog · 2 days
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She could’ve worded it better
based on a mix of these memes:
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elsa-fogen · 3 days
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They can't sleep | Breakfast AU (Part 5)
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Look, this comic finally moved to digital! Full colored no way!
And Alastor no like when people dislike him torturing someone. Keep in mind that there's still screams going on.
Everyone in the hotel are scared of him. Well. Maybe except for Niffty, she's just rollin' with it
btw, it's the first time i drew Pentious! And also glitched Alastor. Yeah.
|1| - |2| - |3| - |4| - |5| (you're here)
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There's a new overlord around town!
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kimiko-fanart · 2 days
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Hmmm Interesting
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trashogram · 1 day
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Alastor’s Love Language is Small Acts of Trust.
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Signs that he trusts you:
• Letting you cut his hair
• Letting you lay out his clothes in the mornings
• Relying on you to be on time
• Trusting you when you recommend new media: books, music, movies even - deer man stays as much in the time period he lived through as he can, so dislikes modern things for the most part. If you recommend something new, he’ll try it.
• Asking for your opinion on something
• Genuinely laughing around you
• Letting you borrow his books (of dad jokes)
• Allowing you to explore his radio tower to your heart’s content
• Being in the same room as you while he sleeps/rests
• Let’s you initiate touch (with permission - but you know he loves you when he doesn’t have to verbalize the permission and you can simply get the OK from a glance).
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jyoongim · 3 days
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This isn't exactly a request but a thought that had been so heavy on my brain. Hellborn royalty reader x Alastor who's stronger than he is. I just can't stop thinking about it. Maybe even Goetia reader whew they are stronger and protect him from something and I just go FERAL at the thought.
Some background context:
The Ars Goetia are a royal dynasty of noble hellborn demons who serve as prophets, messengers, and observers of the mortal plane for the King of Hell. They are responsible for maintaining stability within the seven rings. They are highly knowledgeable in the heavens, society, and prophecies of all domains.
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The hotel was a wreck.
The Angels had made it their personal mission to eliminate those who resided in the hotel.
The Princess of Hell had acquired your assistance if things got shaky for them.
And OH things were shaking.
Alastor had took it upon himself to fight Adam, when you suggested you could of great help he turned you down. Stating that he would be able to handle the Angel himself.
But things were not looking good for the Radio Demon.
You admired the confidence he had, but the demon was in a sticky situation and you would be damned if anyone hurt YOUR demon.
You were fuming and it was showing.
You calmly walked through the fighting, every attack thrown your way didn’t even touch you as you quickly dispatched your attackers. 
You appeared in front of the injured deer in a cloud of smoke. 
“Hehe who the fuck are you?” Adam asked, but you ignored him as you checked on Alastor.
He was bleeding and weak, you placed your hands on his face, scowling softly “Oh Alastor my sweet. You did good my love but Ill take over from here” he tried to object, but with a wave of your hand, you dissolved him in mist to keep him safe.
You turned to Adam, who was smirking “Tch! You think you can take me? Ha! If your best couldn’t scratch me what thinks you can?”
You smiled, your body morphed into mist “who said he was our best?”
He attacked, swinging his axe and trying to bring it down on you. Your eyes glowed white and with a flick of the wrist he was frozen to the spot. You curled your fingers and watched as the Angel contorted in pain. You hissed “I am the judge and executioner and you, you arrogant pig have no authority here. Divine violence is my right for power belongs to those who take it.” At your words, the sky formed dark clouds and the realm shook.
Adam let out a scream as your magic crackled along his skin, searing pain riddling his body as you burned his wings and corrupted his every soul.
“YOU CANT DO THIS! I AM ADAM! THE FIRST MAN! YOU BITCH! NO NO NO NO!” Your mist enveloped his body and he slowly morphed to black as you took his life. You watched as his soul screeched and struggle. 
You pulled him towards him and smirked, sneering at him with sharp teeth
“Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord” 
And with a soft blow from your lips, he dispersed. His soul crying as you sent him to Limbo.
Hell shook as your magic rocked the cosmos.
The remaining Angels let out a cry as they were struck with pain, felt in their soul.
You were sucking their power and in an attempt to save themselves they retreated back to Heaven.
You morphed back to normal and your misty shadows revealed Alastor to you.
You picked up the red demon and nudged him with your nose, he grumbled ”Y-You didn’t have to intervene. I had it under control”
You hummed, a soft smile on your face a his stubbornness “completely but I wasn’t going to stand around when you clearly needed my help.”
Your face dropped to a pout “don’t tell me that me being stronger hurts your pride? You should be honored. A woman willing to protect her love is a powerful thing to behold”
Alastor sighed, relaxing against you, feeling the exhaustion of the battle overtake him.
You cooed at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry I don’t think anything less of you. I think you’re the strongest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting”
The Radio Demon might have been a prideful soul, but it was you who was the strongest.
And really…he was ok with that fact.
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bean00ll · 14 hours
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The host of the hotel
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Our short king
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Delicious
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chaoticace2005 · 9 hours
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If Alastor and reader were to ever have a child, I think Cat Alastor would love the kid so much
Bodyguard or Babysitter?
Alastor x GN!Reader
Ft Cursed Cat Alastor
TW: Not much, talks about pregnancy and a baby.
A/N: SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT! HOPE YOU ENJOY!
You’re right Anon and you should say it. Now this goes without saying once again, Catastor and Alastor do not get along that well if it involves you. They both want your attention and will literally kill for you if you ask them too. Now add in the fact that you're pregnant with Alastor’s kid? Oh boy that jealousy and overprotective nature ramps up 100% more. Catastor is more chill than Alastor but you can’t blame him. What the two can come together on is protecting you and the baby, those are the only times they actually respect one another enough to be calm.
This cycles back to my headcanons ‘Family Man’ but to me Alastor seems like an okay/good-ish dad. Won’t get too into again cause then I won’t be able to shut up SO-
Here are some headcanons!
-🦌 Catastor will be the baby’s babysitter and bodyguard, you are the only person that can pick the baby up if Catastor is near the baby (which is like most of the time). He will only growl at you, anyone else gets eldritch horror.
-🦌 The baby asleep in Alastor’s arms? Catastor is nearby glaring at Alastor. The baby in your arms or in its little rocker? Catastor is purring loudly on your lap or next to its rocker. He’s always around.
-🦌 The baby is the only one to grab on Catastor’s ears, tail and little antlers without getting hurt. 
-🦌 Catastor straight up was jealous when you were in bed holding this tinier version of you and Alastor combined. He stopped being jealous as soon as he got the baby's scent and just watched the little creature curiously. 
-🦌 It’s so small and weak, why is it constantly crying? Catastor doesn’t know but it smells like you and Alastor so that’s a plus. The first time Catastor laid on the baby Alastor almost threw the cat out the window.
So all in all, you got a free body guard and babysitter that is Catastor and he takes his job very very seriously. You gotta start paying him with demon flesh or scritches.
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theconfusedacorn · 1 day
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Drunken confessions, featuring: Aroace confusion.
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Lucifer is feeling feelings, and he's mad about it.
Will Alastor 100% be tormenting him about this until the end of time? Of course he will.
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dazai-ritualist · 1 day
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“DO YOU THINK YOU’LL KILL FOR ME ONE DAY?” YES, OF COURSE I WILL, MY DARLING.
— manipulating yan!alastor + yan!vox was easy. after all, he’s a huge softie for you.
— lots of cursing + sex mention! (vox)
— lol!! after u read voxxy’s part, did u notice i said worse instaf of wordt? im super good at eng! 😈😈
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— yan!alastor
you’d been acting out at this club for some time now— breaking property, starting a fight, and even lighting a fire. that last one did it for the owner, he finally banned you from the place, kicking you out indefinitely.
unfortunate, since it was your hangout spot for all kinds of mischief. perhaps— just maybe, there’d be a way to weasel your way back in? or, if not that, at least make him suffer.
a sniff came from you as you teared up, wondering about where else to have your fun. “ohh, my darling, is something the matter? you can tell me, i’ll make that problem go away.” alastor said as he walked into the hotel’s leisure room, his hand patting your back.
you tried to get the words out of your mouth, but it was simply too hard to breathe with the tears that poured down your face. “take your time, my doe… it’s okay.” alastor cooed with a slightly patronizing tone, as if he was the one in control right now.
“s-some club-owner… h-he called me degrading names, and then… he kicked me out…” you frowned at alastor, sniffing every now and then. “my doe, what exactly did he call you?” alastor asked, his voice slightly losing the static as well as having a more sinister edge.
as you listed the names the man had ‘called’ you, alastor pulled you closer to him as his anger began to boil. “it’s alright, my darling. a club with an owner like that is not worth it.” he smiled widely, brushing your hair gingerly before he planted a kiss on your forehead.
“besides, you’ll never see this man ever again. say, what did you say the name of this club was?” he asked before you whispered the club name to him. “i see… well, my little doe, it turns out that i must teach this man a lesson.” alastor stood up as his anger manifested into his body, elongating his limbs.
“you’re gonna kill him on radio? just… be kind… no one deserves a painful death.” you frowned in fake empathy. that fake empathy which would motivate alastor’s anger even more. “oh, dear, you are just too kind for hell. this man disrespected your honor, it’s simply fair that he receives something equally as humiliating.”
his hand rested on your chin, kissing you one last time before he left to find this disrespectful sinner. “now, if you’ll excuse me… someone has to be taught some manners. i assure you, love, that i’ll return by… dinnertime.” he promised before heading out the hotel, prepared to rip this man’s soul out of his body and make an example out of him for any other sinner who even dares to disrespect his little doe.
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— yan!vox
are you the problem? nah, couldn’t be possible. if you were the problem, you wouldn’t have this lovely man as your boyfriend, now would you?
“ugh, then that bitch fucking unfollowed me! i don’t even know what i did to that fucker.” you sighed dramatically, frowning to your boyfriend through the facetime. “honestly, i don’t even know what you saw in her. you’re better off without, babe.” vox shrugged.
“and!! you wanna know the worst part?!?” you yelled out, face scrunching in pure dislike. “and what’s that?” vox asked. “that little bitch is yapping all over the city about you and i.” you rolled your eyes.
“ah..? she is? what exactly is she saying?” vox grunted as he glowed in anger. “she was ah… calling me your escort or whatever…” you scowled.
“tch, whatever! i’ll get over it— or, something.” you sighed, falling into your chair, as you closely eyed vox’s expression.
"aha... i'm glad you can let things go so easily, dear... now, i’d love to stay in call a bit longer, but i really have to take care of some important business right now." vox grunted, flying a quick yet lovely kiss to you before he ended the call.
okay, none of that happened— at least most of it didn’t happen. that girl... she was just pretty fucking annoying, always whining about how badly she wants to get fucked, jesus... close your fucking legs for once, yeah?
to be fair, on her own part, she was quite powerful. so, killing her yourself wasn't exactly a good option. instead, why not get your boyfriend to do it?
best case scenario, vox kills her, nothing else. worse case, vox simply hypnotizes her into selling her soul to him. ugh, imagine seeing that bitch's face everyday.
then again, you'd see her all sad and pathetic everyday cause she sold her freedom away.
either way, it's not looking too well for her.
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azullynxx · 20 hours
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𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋
𝖭𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 2
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Results of violence ahead. Viewers discretion is advised!
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
THE DESOLATE STREET WAS BATHED IN AN OMINOUS RED AND BLUE HUE, casting an eerie glow that seemed to dance across the surrounding houses. Multiple patrol cars lined the curb, their flashing lights cutting through the darkness like beacons of warning. Above, the sky loomed like a vast expanse of black velvet, devoid of stars or any comforting light.
Within this eerie tableau, figures clad in uniform moved with a sense of urgency, their movements sharp and deliberate. They traversed the shadowy landscape with purpose, their silhouettes illuminated by the flickering glow of the patrol car lights. Amidst them stood a figure of authority, his presence commanding respect even in the midst of chaos.
The sinister abode twisted and shifted, veiled in the cloak of midnight, beneath a canopy of foreboding shadows. The chilling breeze slithered through the dilapidated halls, winding its icy tendrils amidst the decaying remnants of the forsaken dwelling. Each footfall echoed with a hollow resonance, the floorboards groaning beneath the weight of the investigators' apprehensive strides.
A team of officers, their faces etched with grim determination, navigated the macabre scene with caution, their senses on high alert. Blood, thick and grotesque, painted the very walls of the house, its sinister presence seeping into the very essence of the surrounding space. The once pristine wallpaper, as thought, now bore the scars of violent struggles, torn and shredded by forces.
The chief walked deeper into the gruesome scene.
The air was heavy with the acrid stench of decay, a putrid miasma that clung to the senses like a suffocating shroud. Broken glass littered the floor malevolently, its jagged edges glinting malevolently in the dim light. Furniture lay in disarray, their once elegant forms twisted and broken, blood coating the furnishings. But it was the floor itself that bore the most chilling evidence of all. Deep gouges marred its surface, as if something unspeakable had clawed its way up from the depths of hell. Each mark seemed to pulse with malevolent energy.
The chief's keen eyes scanned the swath of darkness before him, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows that cloaked the scene. The surrounding officers were engrossed in their duties, their movements deft and silent as they diligently documented the grim tableau unfolding before them. An unsettling tension hung heavy in the air, like a shroud woven from whispers of apprehension.
The flickering beams of their flashlights pierced the darkness, casting stark illumination upon the scene as they marked evidence and made meticulous notes. Each step upon the polished wooden floor echoed with a mournful creak, a discordant symphony amidst the solemnity of the investigation. The shards of a shattered vase crunched underfoot, a stark reminder of the violence that had transpired within these walls.
Approaching one of his trusted officers stationed nearby, the chief observed from a distance as the flashlight beam danced over the scene. The officer's expression was twisted in revulsion, his lips moving in silent conversation as his companion besides him diligently transcribed their findings onto a notepad clutched tightly in hand.
"What do we have?" the chief spoke, his voice steady despite the revulsion creeping up inside him. He stopped beside the officer, his gaze fixed on the ghastly sight.
The officer beside him swallowed hard, his eyes reflecting the horror of what lay before them.
The corpse of a man lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs twisted in unnatural angles. Maggots even adorned the muscles, resurfacing, as flies would fly around the corpse. His face, or what remained of it, was a grotesque mask of agony. The skin had been torn away, leaving muscles and sinews exposed to the unforgiving light. His eyes dangled precariously from their sockets, held in place only by threads of tissue. Even in death, a semblance of a smile twisted the corners of his broken mouth, revealing shattered teeth.
"It's bad, sir. Real bad," the officer said, his voice catching with a hint of disbelief. The putrid stench of decay assaulted their nostrils.
With a determined expression, the officer adjusted his stance to squarely face the chief. He extended his hand, palm upturned, silently requesting the note his companion held. Carefully, the companion passed it over, both mindful to avoid disturbing any potential evidence as they placed a caution marker near the body.
As they stepped away from the horrific scene, the officer led the way, his strides purposeful, with the chief close behind. In one hand, he clutched the note, while the other wielded a flashlight, casting light on the files and eerie shadows in the dimly lit surroundings.
"Seven bodies, sir," the officer began, his voice solemn as he read from the note, "All brutally murdered. Dissected with surgical precision and some in gruesome ways that defy comprehension."
The chief's brow furrowed as he absorbed the grim details, his mind already racing to piece together the puzzle of this heinous crime. There are seven victims, each meeting a fate more grotesque than the last. The weight of the task ahead settled heavily on his shoulders as they continued their grim march through the darkness.
"The victims have been recognized?" the chief inquired, his stern voice echoing softly through the eerie silence of the house as he followed closely behind the officer.
As they ventured deeper into the decrepit interior, the ominous atmosphere seemed to thicken, casting a pall of dread over their every step. The floorboards groaned beneath their weight, protesting the intrusion into the darkness that had consumed the abandoned dwelling. Shadows danced menacingly along the walls, their movements accompanied by the faint whisper of unseen horrors lurking in the darkness.
The chief's eyes roamed over the ghastly tableau before him, every macabre detail etching itself into his psyche with horrifying clarity. Knives jutted from the walls like malevolent sculptures, their gleaming blades catching the scant light of his flashlight, casting sinister glints across the room. Bloodstains marred the torn wallpaper, where mold crept insidiously, feeding on the decay that hung heavy in the air. Broken picture frames hung crookedly, their shattered glass reflecting the dim glow, briefly captivating the chief's attention before he refocused on the grim task at hand, trailing silently after the officer.
But it was the portrait that arrested his gaze, holding him in a vice of horror. A man and a woman stared out from the frame, their faces frozen in a rictus of eternal agony tinged with madness. A twisted smirk played upon their lips, a mockery of the atrocities that enveloped them. The woman's countenance remained untouched, a beacon of innocence amidst the surrounding chaos. In stark contrast, the man's features had been savagely mutilated, his visage a grotesque mask of suffering, torn beyond recognition by unseen claws.
"A few, sir," the officer replied grimly, his voice tinged with sorrow, "at least three. Some are beyond recognition, and some... are just headless."
The chief's stomach churned at the gruesome revelation, his mind struggling to comprehend the depths of depravity that had led to such carnage.
"And the body parts?" he prompted, steeling himself for the answer.
The officer's voice was barely a whisper as he responded, "Removed... and speculated to be cooked and eaten. Some of the evidence suggests..."
As they pressed on into the heart of darkness, the chief's blood ran cold at the implication, his thoughts swirling with horror and disbelief.
“And that's not the worst of it," the officer interjected.
The chief's heart plummeted, a cold dread settling in his gut.
“There's something else, chief. Something... remarkable.”
“Go on.”
The officer came to an abrupt stop before the weathered wooden door, its surface marred by deep cuts. Behind that door, buried within the recesses of the wall, a faint, muffled tune hummed an eerie melody.
“We’re here.”
Locked in a silent exchange, the chief and the officer shared a wordless understanding, a nod passing between them like a solemn vow. With a determined gesture from the chief, the officer gripped the icy coldness of the doorknob, its metallic chill biting into his flesh as he turned it with a sense of trepidation.
As the door swung open, a palpable darkness enveloped them, its depth seeming to swallow even the feeble light cast by the officer's trembling flashlight. Each step into the abyss felt like a descent into the unknown, the air thick with a foreboding presence that seemed to coil around them like a sinister serpent lying in wait.
"—should know.”
The dim light from the officer's flashlight revealed two figures, their forms shrouded in shadow as they sat with their backs turned to the door. A man and a woman, locked in an embrace, the woman's head nestled gently upon the man's shoulder.
“Both are dead.”
Yet, what truly seized their attention was the cheerful melody emanating from a radio in the background, its once-happy tune growing louder with each passing moment. But as they stepped over the threshold, a disquieting static began to suffuse the tune, distorting the once-familiar melody into an unsettling cacophony.
“It’s all about the ̶͈͊̔d̴ ̡̪̯̽̚e̴̮͗v̷͈̠̺̖̼͉̓̅̈́ǐ̸̬͆͘l̴̝̠͠ ̴͚̯̖͖͚̹̒́͗̀”
“And I learned to ha— l̵̍͛͂o̷̔̈v̷̺̖̖͖͇̓̏̈́̓̓ͅe̴̦͇͚̾̇́̑͝ —te him so.”
"What's quite remarkable here?" the chief's voice cut through the eerie silence, the officer lingering hesitantly at the threshold.
Taking the flashlight from the officer, the chief's keen gaze swept across the scene, illuminating the shadowy corners with its beam. His footsteps echoing softly as he strode deeper into the room. Despite the grisly tableau surrounding them, there was an unexpected orderliness to this particular room, a stark contrast to the chaos that reigned elsewhere in the house. It was as if this space had been meticulously preserved, untouched by the violence that had consumed the rest of the dwelling.
Intrigued, the chief directed his steps toward the source of the unsettling melody, drawn inexorably to the radio nestled among the gloom. As he approached, he noted with a furrowed brow the pristine condition of the area surrounding the radio, a curious anomaly.
“She said he causes trouble.
When you let him in the room.”
The officer's voice trembled with fear as he delivered his unsettling report, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark omen. "The electricity, sir... has been cut from this house. We tried stopping the radio, multiple times, but it just keeps on playing."
The chief turned to face the officer.
 "And their faces..." the officer continued, his voice strained.
The chief shifted the beam of his flashlight to illuminate the two forms before them, and what he saw sent a chill down his spine. The faces of the victims were a grotesque mockery of humanity, their eyelids stitched open to reveal bloodshot eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. The corners of their mouths were stitched to their cheekbones, twisted into an unnatural smile that filled the chief with a sense of profound dread. They were the very man and woman he saw on the portrait on there way to the place.
Their chests lay open, the gaping wounds oozing crimson, staining their clothes a deep red. Chains hung from their exposed hearts, a macabre adornment that spoke of unspeakable horrors.
As the chief stared into their lifeless eyes, the static from the radio intensified, filling the air with an eerie hum that seemed to pulse with malevolence, distorting the once cheery music that was playing. It was as if the victims were watching his every move, their silent accusation hanging heavy in the air, condemning his courage of confronting the darkness that lurked within the depths of this forsaken house.
Telling him his presence isn't welcome around them.
“We have no means of reporting what happened in this room.” The officer's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a terror that sent shivers down the chief's spine.
“He will n̴̖̖̹̄̉̅̽̾̈́́̽͆̍̍̂̆̉͐̌̉̿̀̒̚ę̴̨̡̧̱̬̳̙̝̹͔̲̲̝̙͒̔̅͆̑͊̀̑̆̑͑̂͛̃̇̒́̔̕̚͝ṽ̴̡̛̼̣̞̪͙̰̖͙̻̦̘̞̞̦͍͇͓͉̽̎̀̀͂̄̎̍͐̇̈́͜͠ḙ̵͙̘̗̦̗̮̫͔͓̤̘̥̙̹͖̟̜̿̓̿̀̾͒͋̅̌̄͘̕͘͜ͅŗ̵̨̤̝̯̫̥̹̱̥̲̯̺̺̲̜̰͓̳̯͍̱́̐̔̉̂͋̍͛͋͌͆̚̕ ever l̵̛̝̬̱̈́̔̓̿̉̄̂͑̔͋͐̽̂̀̉̉͒̓̕͘͠e̵̩͈̯͍̼̥̲͇̣̱͉̲̞͕̜̺͇͙̩͚̟̐͐̈́̃̕͜ą̶̞̘̯̄́̒͑͊̍̈͌̈́͆̒̂͝v̷̛͎̰̳̆́ȩ̸̣̼͇̼̖͔͕̳̻̠͔̕͘ ̴̢̧̨͉̭̯͈̮̺̞͍̰͕̲͇̖̤̲͆̌̏̀́̒̂̍̿̋͆̃̋̉̾͒̽͌̕͝͝ͅy̶͕͚̗͈̯̜͉̩̟͎̥̲̬̻̙̎̇̉̀̓̚͜ơ̵̡̧̦̞͕͍̤̳̝͓͙̦̼̼̦̫̟̩͙̮̖̽͝ͅu̴̱̜̲̹̮͈̭̜̖͈̩̬͉̍̃̓̕͝.
Ỉ̵̜̝̩̲͇̺f̴̡̬̳̄́̍ ̴̫̂͛̾̅́̏͘͝͝y̸̢̨͍̳͈̝̟̗̙̑̽͂̐͊̿͋o̵͖̗̤̟̓̾͑̓ͅũ̴͖̄̏r̴̛̥̬̯͖̻̍̉̍̈́̂͛̍̚͘ ̶̨͍̝͎̙͖̟̲̭̊̀̆̈͗͆̒̚͝͝h̸̪͛̽̒̓͒̚͘͠e̵̤͎̭͉̗̓̀̆̕͠ȃ̶̡̖̦͈̹͍͍̻̥̈́̅̽̃̉̌̅̏ͅr̷̢̢̲̫̲̀͗̌̿͜͠t̸̞̼͚̘̠̱̤̺͊͝͝ ̷̘͌͋͠ì̶̡͍̲̻̝͇̭̋̓̓̀̅̕s̵̛̮̽̈́̓̂̈́ ̴̤̆͑̋͊͐̃f̶̩̝͎͙̲̲̓͘i̶̭̖̬͊̌̎̄̇l̵̢͒l̸̢̠̣̭̜̻̖̉̉̀e̷̮͈͖̫͎̔͑̎ḋ̷̻͖̳̍̌͝ͅ ̸͙̿̽̐͌͋͘͘̚ẃ̴̡̫͇̩͂̿̕i̷̡̧̧̲̺͍̙̙̺̿̾ṫ̵̼͍̫̝͚̐̍̓̒̀͛̑̒h̸̨̛̺̹̻̘͍̀̎̐̽͊̐ ̴̥̗͈͎̈́͋͠g̷̡̺̝̣̦̰̗̙͙̀̋͂̈ĺ̵̛̤̞͇̐͒̈́͂̋̕ớ̴̠̙͈͖͂̊͒ö̴͇͓͈̰̹̙̩̲́̿̌͐͆m̸̦̦̟̜̠̖͚̠͐̎̋̇̀̈́̋͊̊͝.̶̛͉̠͔̘̱̠̟̪̉͌͝”̴̺͊̈́͆̂͘
"All the others who tried to move them away from each other...
❝...died on the spot, their bodies contorting in a gruesome way.❞
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elsa-fogen · 2 days
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someone reblogged this post so i decided to give Alastor this t-shit too JFHDIHJFSKDFJKSDLFK
And of course his bestie has to see this
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nova2cosmos · 13 hours
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Hands +🍎🦌
I've posted it on twitter 🥹💜
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scarlets-doodles · 2 days
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I hate it when slenderman take over my thoughts
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