Just Watched Renfield. Nobody Bothered To Tell Me How Renfield’s New Apartment Is Absolute Decor Goals 

MARK OF THE VAMPIRE (1935) dir. Tod Browning

Ace Alastor Week - Day 6

Idk about you, but I was the type of ace that thought that the entire ‘sexual attraction’ for other ppl thing was just jokes born of the directionless lust that ppl naturally feel. No one was actually sexually attracted to any specific person. So, you get a friends w benefits relationship at best (aro as well lol) and both of you just joke abt sex enough that something happens between you, then you move on. No one was sexually attractive at all, unless they were just as funny and intelligent and unbothered as you. Being flustered by attraction is an allo thing, and I was immune, but I would joke abt sex w ppl a lot (until I learned they were not experiencing that the same way I did). So! Here is a rendition of Alastor (horny version) courting Vox in the way that some ace ppl do.

“So, why is it you dress like that, Vox?” Alastor asked

“Like what?” 

“In pinstripes. I thought you were obsessed with modernity, but you wear stripes like… well let’s just say in the classic way.” Alastor indicated the jacket and pants.

“Hey, these clothes ooze success and style.” Vox said, straightening the coat.

“Perhaps in the forties…”

“What do you know about it? Keep out of my closet, and mind your own outdated outfits.” Vox practically pouted.

“It is alright to exemplify the era you lived in- we all have memories and preferences. It is what makes us unique! Tell you what- why don’t you show me what you loved about the ‘50s? I will go with you for a meal and you can remember why you love it so.”

Vox had to swallow air several times before he was able to ask if a malt shop restaurant would be okay, and to his delight Alastor said it would.

And so they were to meet up at Sinful Sweets Malt Shoppe, a restaurant that Vox favored when he was feeling nostalgic (more frequently than he liked anyone to know). He was hoping Alastor would enjoy it even though the meat was not demon flesh. Vox walked through the streets with his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his screen down, hoping no one saw him in the outmoded suit and tie. Finally, the red neon sign with its swirling script came into view. Alastor was already there, leaning against his staff and looking around with a closed-mouth smile just under the candy striped awning.

Alastor had not dressed any differently- he was his usual smelly, frightening, smiley self and Vox couldn’t believe it but he might actually be head over heels for this guy on their first date. Even though Alastor seemed to be enjoying jerking Vox’s chain- teasing and flirting then denying he was doing so. That was alright- it was part of his charm. If it all led to nothing, Vox could be alright with that. He was already stepping out of his comfort zone and could see that Alastor was too. What else could you really ask for on a date?

“Hello, Vox.” Alastor greeted, “Took you a while, and I’ve been smelling this food while hungry for the last quarter hour.”

Vox checked his watch. He wasn’t late! “Sorry for the wait, Al, I wasn’t expecting you to be early.”

“I never arrive late to a meal!” Alastor teased over his shoulder as he spun his cane in a flourish and headed through the glass doors. 

Inside there were garish checkers, puffy booths and swing tunes played in mid-century style. A jukebox stood against the wall alongside posters of Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Prestley, Vox immediately relaxed.

The menus were thick laminated paper edged with leather. There were bright, splashy images of burgers, shakes, and fries accompanied by cute descriptions meant to entice a sinner into buying something. Vox accepted one from the hostess and looked it over carefully, wondering if Alastor would order, or if he was meant to. He would order Alastor an ‘American-style’ cheeseburger with all the fixings and the cajun fries along with the classic chocolate malt milkshake. For himself it would be a hot dog and a strawberry malt.

He set his menu down, ready just in case he was the one to order and saw that Alastor was still scanning over the options, so he was likely planning to be the one to order for them both.

The waitress came over, she was wearing a poodle skirt and had one eye that rolled in her head with lazy disinterest. Alastor ordered a malt shake for himself, in banana. A mushroom and swiss burger, two patties, and a side of potato wedges with cajun seasoning. Vox raised an eyebrow appreciatively and waited for Alastor’s guess about what he might like. He hoped that he would get the strawberry malt shake right at least.

The silence was deafening as Vox gazed at Alastor and the waitress had her pen poised above her steno pad, “Hem-em.” she cleared her throat at Vox.

“Oh, were you not?” he looked down, then glanced sheepishly at Alastor before looking at the stony-faced waitress, “I- I thought he was ordering for both of us. Uh, I will take the hotdog, loaded with everything and a strawberry malt shake.” The waitress noted it and left shaking her head. Vox could feel his screen getting hot.

“What just happened?” Alastor inquired, grin stretching sadistically at the sight of Vox’s awkwardness. “Did you forget that you had to order?”

“Well, traditionally, the man would order for the lady- or, in this case, younger man.” Vox stuttered, feeling pathetic.

Alastor smiled showing all of his teeth with a sick glee, “That is so fucked. I see you have not advanced in your sensibilities, get with the times! Is that not what you are always saying? I suppose you are correct in making yourself the deferential party, though. Do tell, what is the point in ordering someone else’s meal?”

“Well,” Vox started, deciding to ignore Alastor’s jab at his masculinity for now. “It shows if you really know your date, if you care to pay attention to their preferences. Like, I would never order you a salad for the main course. A girl can tell a lot about a fella based on his order for her.”

“I see. Well that little experiment will have to wait until next time, then.” Alastor still had the gleam in his eye, and Vox looked away quickly, resenting the teasing a bit, the electric blue pixels of his cheeks changing to pink bit by bit. With uncharacteristic mercy Alastor dropped the topic without poking any further. He had smelled blood, and they both knew it, but Vox calmed down quickly, trying to quell his blush and stutter.

The waitress came back with plates which were heaped with classic crinkle cut fries, and fresh, hot diner food. It smelled better than even Heaven could have. Looking for something to occupy him and remove the awkward tension between them, Vox immediately picked up his hot dog and took a rather messy bite. A few onions slid from the mustard and dropped back onto the hotdog’s paper holder.

“May we get some extra napkins?” Alastor said to the waitress pointedly, wishing to see his friend’s embarrassed and sweet face again. She nodded and glided off. 

Alastor’s smile widened as he leaned forward to point a delicate finger at the escaping toppings. “Vox! The way you shove so much of that thing in your mouth- and so sloppily! What must that waitress think? It almost looks like you are trying to show off for someone!” Just as predicted, Vox froze up, snow fuzzing across his features prettily as an electric hum and the sharp whine of feedback emitted from him. Alastor’s smile softened.

“Jeez, Al!” He finally sputters. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene, and I’ll behave if you do.”

“Oh, please do!” Al said, grin unfaltering.

Vox looked away again. He was unsure how Alastor felt, but all this teasing and innuendo really felt like flirting. He wished he knew which way to take him.

“So, what’s new with Rosie?” he ventured. 

“Humm?” Alastor popped a fry into his mouth and looked at Vox with mild interest.

“Rosie? The cannibal overlord?” Vox clarified.

“Ah! Yes she is a doll, isn’t she! I think she likes you, our tastes align, you see.” Vox tried not to imagine being roasted alive and placed on platters for the two overlords.

“Because that implication isn’t scary or anything.” he forced the sarcasm out of his voice and took another, more careful, bite of his hotdog.

Alastor ignored that comment. But the next bites that he took from his burger made Vox think of a hungry animal. They really would need those napkins.

“She seems like a smart woman.” Vox wondered if the admiration between the cannibals was pure ego, desire for mutual approval, or if Alastor fancied her. He didn’t think it was that last one. Alastor was hard to read at the best of times but Vox was learning the cues. Rosie seemed more like a mentor and role model for Alastor, not a love interest.

“Yes, she is one of the brightest I know!” Alastor seemed more interested in sating his appetite and staring at Vox than he was in conversing about Rosie.

Vox finished his chips and dog before Alastor was done with his burger and fries. He pulled the strawberry malt towards himself and popped the end of the large, striped straw into his screen. To Vox’s dismay, the shake was cold and thick, and it took a lot of suction and multiple tries at the straw for him to get any joy. But once he did the shake was creamy, sweet and perfect. He sighed, then looked up at Alastor to tell him that the shake was good only to see him already watching, amusement on every feature.

“My, my!” Alastor said, teasing condescension dripping from his tone as he eyed Vox, “You must have gotten some cream by now, the way you've been slurping and sucking at that straw…” 

Vox spluttered cutely, his screen consumed by fritzing static. He was overwhelmed, and a wavy black-and-white scene of bonfire overlayed his expression of embarrassed surprise. The signal then fuzzed into snow accompanied by the shush of changing frequencies. Alastor chuckled low in his throat and made eyes at Vox while viciously biting the end off a fry.

“What an amusing little picture box! But do try to contain yourself, Vox! Perhaps the use of a tool could help?” Alastor picked up a long-handled spoon as if to demonstrate. He dipped up a spoonful of Vox’s malt and let a long red tongue roll out from behind his glistening teeth to give it a suggestive lick while maintaining eye contact. Vox’s eyes widened and flickered, the snow threatening to take over his display again. 

Alastor's next few licks were heated and lewd, and the continued eye contact made Vox feel that his circuits might actually melt and fuse.

“Al- you’re definitely doing this on purpose!” Vox whined.

“Doing what?” Alastor was goading him, and he knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to state it explicitly.

Vox felt near crazy with lust, confusion, and embarrassment. “You know what.”

“My dear man, what in the Hells are you talking about?” Alastor’s smile had stretched to a delighted and chaotic amusement and Vox admitted defeat.

“Nothing, I guess.” he grumbled. “Just please try to keep your teasing more PG.”

“Pee-Gee? I don’t know what that refers to, dear. Is that some television term I don’t have any reference for?” Alastor winked, Vox sighed. 

I went to see the Barbie movie and I kid you not right as we got to a silent emotional scene, from the screen next door this massive explosion from the Oppenheimer screening vibrated through the wall.

Ace Alastor Week - Freaky Friday

@bookreader93's sketch of an ace's idea of a sexy night 😉

Alastor is sitting in the parlor, wishing that Charlie would hurry up with whatever she’s going to say so he can leave. His mind keeps drifting to his room, and he really wants to get out of here so he can relax

Charlie wraps up the meeting, Alastor has to stay back so he can keep up the appearance of the hotelier/host of the hotel

When everyone has left, Charlie asks to talk to Alastor

She seems troubled but not overly so, and Alastor concludes that it’s one of her bouts of overthinking and the problem is probably not as bad as she thinks it is

Alastor politely excuses himself, saying that he is very tired and that if it can wait for the morning, he would prefer that

Charlie says okay and they part ways

Alastor climbs the stairs to his room, opens the door

Vox is suspended about four feet off the ground, bound tightly by Alastor’s shadows

Vox is naked

He does not look distressed; in fact, he looks rather aroused

A burgundy Bauhaus armchair with a scooped seat and a curved backrests near the foot of his bed

Alastor sits in the chair and crosses his legs, asking if Vox has been good; did he behave while Alastor was in his meeting? Or did he struggle and fight his bonds?

Vox promises he’s been good

Alastor smiles evilly and says he knows, but he appreciates Vox’s confirmation

Alastor uses his tentacles to fuck Vox

Alastor gets pleasure watching Vox’s sexual pleasure, even though he neither directly participates nor gets sexual gratification for himself 

— May 25, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🤍💜

Ace Alastor Day 2 - Ace4Ace day (QP edition)

Alastor and Husker (prequel universe)

Takes place around 1990s

Husk is an overlord and so is Alastor

Neither interested in sex/romance (Husk is pan demi, Alastor is ace aro)

Work together on turf wars when needed

Drinking buddies

Alastor reads over Husk’s soul contracts to make sure they’re as airtight as possible

Husk helps “enforce” Alastor’s contracts when his souls try to muscle their way out of them

Alastor finds Husk’s gambling addiction to be a slight flaw that can be fixed over time; it eventually becomes the thing that pulls them apart

They don’t speak for about a decade, and then Alastor takes Husk’s soul

Husk is finally able to kick his gambling addiction because of this