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I have a fascination with Alastor having a tail, and this was the brainchild from that. Thanks for requesting, please enjoy!

Alastor Getting Revenge on his S/O For Flustering Him

Alastor has a tail. You knew this, he knew this, but the rest of the hotel staff did not.

You adore his tail. Floofy lil’ thing that’s more often than not tucked under his jacket’s coattails. Pity, really. You never got to see it unless the two of you were at one of your respective apartments when he allowed himself to relax and enjoy a bit of time in just his button-up and slacks. Alastor hated your fascination with his tail, often smacking your hand away from it when you try to pet it.

“Darling, please, leave it alone. It’s silly you enjoy it so much when the rest of me is here!” He would chide you, hiding the blush that cropped up with his usual smile. You saw right through it.

So, you gave up.

But you didn’t.

Oh no, you weren’t giving up that easily. Alastor’s mistake was blushing about the tail when telling you off because right then and there you made it your goal to make him squirm by playing with his tail. Thus began the ambushes.

At first, he didn’t quite catch on to what you were doing. Little brushes against his lower back, where you knew his tail was, sometimes pinching it under his jacket. You always played it off as an accident, brushing his flustered chiding off with a casual air. From there, you would surprise him with random squeezings of the tail when he wasn’t paying attention.

“Darling!” He jumps, turning and smacking your wrist with his microphone. “Do stop that at once! It’s indecent!” He scolds you, a very prominent blush working against the ferocity his smile takes on.

“How am I supposed to stop when you react so cute?” You reply casually, looking up at him with a silent triumph when he doesn’t respond.

You thought you had won since he had pacified you by letting you play with his tail once you were home alone. “For goodness’ sake.” He grumped, suppressing a shudder when you run your fingers over the fur. His face was a bright red, a sight you didn’t want to admit made you feel many types of ways.

You never expected him to retaliate, especially not how he did.

You were doing some dishes, cleaning up after a nice meal Alastor had cooked for you. Charlie was bustling around the kitchen, chattering to you about something she and Vaggie and come across while looking for new guests for the hotel.

A loud ‘smack!’ followed by a shriek from you nearly sends Charlie in a panic, the princess immediately spinning to see Alastor standing next to you. Alastor has a smug grin on his face while you stand stunned, his hand very obviously on your ass. Your face blossoms a bright red at Charlie’s confusion, and you hide your fiery cheeks in your hands while Alastor cackles.

Charlie: Already? There's only been like, three kids!

Its two genders! Not 64! And especially not 64+5 for complaining. Because that is definitely not the reason i complained and forbid anyone else from complaining. The discussion is over! no more discourse! It's 2 genders no more no less an especially not 64+5 genders.

!!! WARNING, EVERYONE !!!

IF YOU SEE THIS IN A YOUTUBE AD MUTE YOUR DEVICE AND SCROLL UNTIL YOU CAN’T SEE THE VIDEO SCREEN ANYMORE.

This is an ad about animal cruelty that has very loud screaming of dying animals. Also flashing, graphic pictures of said animals, like a dead chicken or a pig biting a wired fence.

It’s about thirty seconds, the screaming starts 10 seconds in and the ad isn’t skippable.

It can trigger panic attacks and cause your anxiety to skyrocket, and it’s just generally a very disturbing thing no one should see.

Tumblr doesn’t have verified checkmarks. Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm to you show ❝The Best Stuff❞. Tumblr doesn’t display how many followers you have. Tumblr isn’t obsessed with subscriptions. 

Tumblr is an even playing field compared to websites like Twitter, Instagram, and Youtube. Which means its up to us, the users, to spread the word of people we enjoy-- the way the internet should be.

When creators say they’re discouraged from creating because their posts get no notes, they don’t mean they will refuse to create unless their last edit reaches at least 1k notes. What they mean is that the effort they’re putting into creating something purely out of inspiration and the need to share their passion and creativity with the world is being consumed and forgotten, just like it is on Instagram. Tumblr has changed from having an even reblog-like ratio, or even twice as many reblogs as likes, to being another social media where users consume content instead of sharing it.

We’re not trying to force you to reblog everything or want you to fill your blog with things you don’t like. But Tumblr is built on reblogs and likes. This is not a fast-food company where you can order something, consume it, and then throw it away. The very base of this website is sharing, as opposed to Instagram. Here, likes don’t give our posts exposure, reblogs do.