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Production of season one is complete. We're so close to this amazing show you guys! The art style looks so amazing. The cut outs of Charlie and Alastor are so cute!

Look at the cutie! She's so happy and proud of her work!

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prelude

“ask for forgiveness,

never permission.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags: acid rain wound, cannibals living their best lives in cannibal town, slow burn eventual: smut, violence, toxic themes

word count: 1.7k

hello world! i currently have alastor brain rot and felt compelled to jump back into writing fan fiction. i’m a little rusty and i’m not sure how many parts there will be; i won’t deny that this is purely self-indulgent but i hope you enjoy all the same :)

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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Hell wasn’t what you had expected it to be. It was worse.

Thoughts of your grandmother rose to your mind, despite how desperately you tried to push them down. “Hell is the absence of God,” she would always say after one of her famous rants. A warning you perhaps would have heeded, had it been coming from a place of love instead of moral superiority. 

You had seen her on the streets of Hell a few times now, always sure to avoid catching her attention. The warm pleasure that bloomed in your chest was too precious to give up, despite knowing how good it would feel to rub her fate in her face. A lot of good all those Sunday mornings had done her, haughty bitch! You wondered how often your grandmother laid awake at night, desperate to know how she had ended up here. A wicked grin spread across your lips, revealing milky-pink fangs.

It was hard not to imagine the look your father would have given you if you could tell him she was here. He would definitely have scolded you, but you knew a small part of him would be amused. If calling her a bad grandmother was putting it lightly, she was an even worse mother-in-law. Hopefully you would never get the chance to tell him; Mother was waiting for him in Heaven, after all. And things should be much easier for him now, all things considered. Leaving him alone hadn’t been part of the plan, so all you could do was tell yourself that it had been worth it. Someday you would believe it.

Grandmother was right though, loathe as you were to admit it, and the feeling of loss burned through you every morning when you awoke. Every night, you dreamed of rain; the sound of it, the smell of it, the feeling of it coming down on you in the middle of the family garden. Oh, how you missed the garden. The dark, wet dirt. Blue puffs of hydrangea against stark-white azaleas, your mother’s coveted yellow roses. The Spanish Moss hanging like phantom sails off the branches of the huge oak tree in the corner, where your father had placed a bench and made a small pond. You would sit under that tree for hours lost in a book, listening to the sounds of the garden.

The fire and brimstone you could endure. It was the way everything else was twisted here that was grueling. As if feeling your lament, a drop of acid rain hit your window, quickly morphing into a full-blown storm. A frustrated growl erupted from you and you rolled onto your stomach, burying your head under your pillow and said a silent prayer to whatever force would grant mercy on your roof. You couldn’t afford to get it fixed again. The prayer had been answered just a moment after the rain stopped, when a drop of it fell from the ceiling and onto your pale, unsuspecting calf, your mattress absorbing the scream of pain that tore through your chest.

As the acid made its way through your leg, and eventually your mattress, all you could do was sob. Eternity… This was eternity. 

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If this morning had been good, the day could only now be considered grand.

There was really nothing quite like a post-rain stroll through Cannibal Town, witnessing the misfortune of partially-dissolved sinners who had been caught in the deluge being consumed on the streets by the lively, ever-hungry inhabitants. Alastor would never tire of this jovial bunch that called this part of the Pentagram home, reveling in the sound of screams, the crunching of bone, the almost-lewd and animalistic grunts of feasting.

Were Rosie not expecting him for tea, he might have allowed himself to join in on the fun. Alas, his only solace was that Rosie never served anything less than superb, being the excellent hostess that she is.

He was quite intrigued by her invitation to join her alone, which meant that this likely wasn’t anything to do with donating a small army of cannibals to aid in the fight against the Angels. Indeed, Charlie’s presence would be required once it was time to cash that favor in.

Not that he didn’t enjoy a casual visit (as casual a visit between Overlords could be), he couldn’t help but wonder. Thinking a few steps ahead was a must if one was going to thrive in Hell, and well, it was no secret that Alastor was doing a pretty fine job at that, all things considered. He began to whistle, earning a few gory smiles from cannibals who stopped mid-meal to enjoy the tune. A true honor.

Rosie opened the door for him before he even had the chance to knock, the “Closed for Rain” sign clattering against the glass as she cooed. “Alastorrr! Come in, come in, before it starts raining again.”

As if on queue, a roll of thunder tore through the clouds, drawing a cheer from the denizens of Cannibal Town in anticipation for round two. 

“Rosie, my dear, always an honor and a privilege to be deemed worthy of your company,” Alastor said, bowing his head as Rosie feigned a blush, leading him to the parlor where they would be taking their tea.

The usual pleasantries were exchanged between sips of tea, coffee, and candied organs, which Alastor forced himself to consume through sheer courtesy. It was all part of the art of visiting, one he quite enjoyed, and he would never shame his mother’s memory with bad manners. They had just finished a plate of finger sandwiches when Rosie leaned in slightly, the conspiring grin on her face letting him know that it was, at last, time for business.

“You’re always so good to indulge me, Alastor. It doesn’t go unnoticed,” she said, grinning as she motioned to a maid to come grab their empty plates. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to know why I asked you over here this afternoon.”

“Oh, Rosie, it’s purely selfish! You know how hard it is to find good company in this godforsaken place. I’m more than grateful to receive your hospitality,” he said with a trademark smile and flick of the wrist, leaning back in his chair as the maid cleared the table.

She had just turned to leave with their plates when the smile on his face nearly faltered. Was that… almond he smelled? It had been so long, but he was fairly certain it was. There was an underlying trace of blood, though that was common enough around here. But almond? It was too pleasant for Hell.

Rosie’s eyes darkened to match her grin, not missing the twitch of Alastor’s mouth. She knew he’d have been able to smell it. It seemed that so far only Hellborn could pick it up, but what would be the fun in letting him know that? 

“Divine, isn’t she? A walking pastry, but not much of a talker. I like to bring her around whenever a room needs some pizzazz! She would’ve been eaten alive had I not taken her in,” Rosie whispered cheekily, as the maid returned with a fresh kettle and a gelatin mold for dessert. Rosie, not missing a beat once the tray had been set down, turned to her with a smile. “Thank you dear, you can leave now. I’ll ring the bell if we need anything else.”

The maid gave a silent curtsy and left the room as instructed, her sweet scent clinging to the air. Since coming to Hell, he took pleasure in the taste of bloody iron, the bite of black coffee. But in life… Memories of marzipan and frangipane tarts swam in his mind. And hadn’t Mother used almonds in her cherry pie crust? It took Alastor all he had not to drool, unsettled by the sudden rush of saliva in his mouth. Ages had passed since he last thought of such sweet things. He cleared his throat with as much grace as he could muster. Rosie only grinned.

“Well, she’s certainly new, so I suppose it’s not surprising she doesn’t talk much. It’s quite easy to tell when a sinner is… adjusting. So morose! You’re very gracious to have taken her on.” Alastor took a sip of coffee, desperate to get that almond smell out of his nostrils. 

“We both seem to be rather gracious these days, don’t you think?”

And there it was.

Rosie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs as she continued. “I was actually wondering if perhaps she might fare better in that hotel you’re running. Don’t get me wrong, she smells incredible, but fuck does she suck the air out of a room once the novelty wears off. She was scaring away clients, and you know it’s pretty bad if cannibals are uneasy around you for Christ’s sake, which is why I had her start working back here, but…”

Alastor had to resist gripping his knee, putting all his effort into maintaining a pleasant face. He had expected to be asked for a favor of sorts, but never did he imagine that Rosie wanted him to take on an employee. She’s had sinners sign contracts for little less than a new parasol, let alone a job. There was something more to this.

And beyond being an air freshener, what good was she for, really? He could deal with quiet, but to have to put up with yet another sulky face! What he had done to deserve it, he didn’t know.

But he knew there wasn’t really a choice other than to take the poor creature into his charge. Rosie was an alley he deeply cherished, and he was already in her debt for the help she had provided just weeks ago. This was no doubt the first part of paying that debt back, a sign of goodwill. Not every deal was beneficial from the start; still, Alastor wouldn’t outright accept the offer. That was part of the fun.

“Well we already have a maid,” Alastor said gently, “but after the recent renovation, we are anticipating more sinners to check in. Not that I doubt Niffty’s abilities, but I suppose she could do with some help when business picks up. How long were you thinking of lending her to our cause?”

Rosie waved her hand. “Lend? Oh, honey, if you’re willing to take her, she’s yours. I’ve got plenty of helping hands, but it does me no good to have such a wet blanket hanging around. There’s just the matter of…,” Rosie trailed off as she reached into her purse, retrieving what Alastor already knew she had been grabbing for, “…her contract.”

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CURSED CAT ALASTOR

im eons late to this trend😭💀

Hey remember that one show…. uhhhhhh…. Has-been Motel

Bonjour! Yes, I know that I haven’t posted anything for a long time again... But! I was resting... And not only after passing the exams, but also from the Hazbin Hotel (which, to be honest, I was already fed up with, not counting the fact that I already stopped watching Helluva Boss).

However, because of one classmate, I wanted to draw something for Valentine's Day based on this cartoon... So take it.~

«There are many professions, but

The most beautiful of all is cinema!

Who came into this world –

Became happy once and for all!»

Honestly, I hate Valentino, because of this I don't like any of the ships with him, even if they are canon.

Recently I wanted to rewatch the first seasons of "The Simpsons"...

Yes, for me this moment still feels like a stab in the heart....

...And I hope now for you too.)~

This was probably one of the most unproductive painting couples since the beginning of this year...

But at least I had fun with the guys from the parallel group.)

Alastor: "I'm calm... I'm fucking calm."

Vox: "BAKA-BAKA! NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!"

I was thinking now and one thought came to my mind.

Perhaps the reason that Alastor refused Vox a partnership is also because, due to the 20-year difference, Al treats him more like a father treats a child (like Charlie).

But Vox, who may have listened to Alastor's radio broadcasts during his lifetime, feels sincere sympathy and love for him, which can often be felt for an idol (especially when you are still a child)...

And this is what it came down to:

Alastor does not reciprocate, but due to his capabilities in this regard, he still cannot help but see in Vox the child he once was...

And Vox, whose childhood sincere love and sympathy for Alastor has become distorted with age, cannot understand what he is doing wrong and why Al cannot feel the same for him...

Fate gave them the opportunity to walk the road together, just a little differently than they would have liked.)

You know, something tells me that Alastor has already died once/was near death, but in exchange for his soul (and freedom) he received a “second chance”...

And that’s why he so arrogantly entered into a fight with Adam, as if thinking that now he was definitely immortal.

Attention: knife in the heart!

Imagine that when Al died, possibly due to one of the exterminators, seven years ago, Vox felt it due to the surge of power of his influence. And when the extermination ended, he tried in every possible and impossible way to contact him, but every time he received something like “the subscriber is unavailable” or “the number you dialed does not exist”...

And Adam knew or felt that Alastor had already died once, but was resurrected due to a deal (“Radio is dead!”), and Zestial hit the nail on the head with his guess.

Now imagine what it was like for Alastor when he returned, but no one remembers/recognizes him or no one just doesn’t care...

The only one who cares is Vox, who literally advertised him to all of Hell as soon as he returned!

You know, I don’t think Vox deserves such a disgusting attitude from Alastor.(

Guys!!!

My mom and I are currently renovating my grandpa's apartment, and check out what we found!

THIS IS ALASTOR AND VOX'S CHILD!!!

This is a TV model "Yunost-402", these were produced in the USSR in 1976)~

Now I thought a little and came to the conclusion that Vox and Alastor are two idiots who literally cannot exist without each other, because they are like two sides of the same coin:

Vox, as if "seeing nothing" around him, strives into the future, and Alastor seems to be "tied" to the way it was before.

"But life does not stand still, and that is its stability..."

Their behaviors are two of the most common behaviors in situations where someone has been traumatized and is no longer able to "live in the here and now."

But, if one day they, as MORALLY ADULT individuals, sat down opposite each other at the negotiating table and, without shouting, arguing and being honest with themselves, finally discussed, if not everything, but a lot, then their "personal Hell" would have ceased be like that.

Because only they can truly help each other. Only together can they, remembering and respecting the past, move on through life without fear and confidently...)

"Going to somewhere else. Going to the Great Perhaps."

I don't know if anyone has already noticed this or not, but...

I love so damn much that sometimes you can still see the old versions of the characters in the background!

Like, imagine that in the second part of this photo, Vox still looks like his 2018 version..!)

Husk redesign! I LOVE Husk as a character, but his design is just a tad to complicated. Honestly, the first time I saw him I hated everything. But now he's my favorite. ANYWAY! I made him look more like a cat since people who don't watch ayylmao can't tell :/. Also, love his wings, but for symbolism purposes, they gotta go. Wings are for angels and angels alone. He's also blue now. Red is owned by everyone else and Husk is owned by Alastor.

Alastor redesign and lucifer outfit woo!!!

Alastors design is fun to watch and an absolute tragedy for character design. His bad bob cut, WAY too much red, and barely there deer attributes. I dunno if they intended to only show off the animal inspo when angry but its a bit of a shame we don't see it more often. Also, why hide it? Deer antlers are sick.

So i made his ears more deer-y and antlers more visible. Also also, too many bowties, just give the man a regular tie, its okay. I made his suit more clear, made him yellow/brownish gray with pops of red so its not ALL red, yknow?

I like the finger tips though, like hooves or something.

Lucifer is there because he deserved a struggling dad fit like stolas. His design is cool though, no complaints.

Made this for an art contest over on Reddit

Really proud of the rendering on this one!

His pancakes :(

Wait I made it better

He needs 89 rabies shots

He needs 89 rabies shots

I've finally drawn the idiot cat

I love him so much

Alastor "doodles"

It was supposed to be just one drawing, but then it spiralled into whatever this is.

So like, did Nifty climb BACK into the toilet for the song oorrr...?

I found out that Alastor likes doodling and immediately had to draw something

(the other guy on the paper is supposed to be Lucifer btw)

Yes or no?

(excuse my horrible attempt at a plastic cup)

HE LIKES DOODLING!?!?! WHAT!!!

HE'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH

Alastors got too much red goin on there (and it suits him shaddup)

Hes so pathetic guys so much

new playlist!!

finally (FINALLY!!) got caught up with @morningstarwrites of saints and sinners last night and so now I can say I'm fully educated hehe

(STAR YOUR LAST CHAPTER HAD ME SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I PHYSICALLY CANNOT HANDLE THIS MUCH CUTENESS)

Hmmmmmmm

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