#::Out Of Jambalaya::

[alastors-radioshow]

//For Sinday, allow me to offer you this specimen of a demon... With the notion that there's a fully uncensored lower half of this image. That I definitely can't show on tumblr. So y'all just gotta either imagine what that looks like, or ask nicely, and I might just show the full version. UWU

Happy Sinday~

[blue-rose-soul]

AU where Lucifer went down to New Orleans sometime between 1900 and 1910, right in the middle of Mardi Gras. Charlie was about 100ish at this time, and while Lucifer and Lilith were still together, there was a growing emotional distance between them that had been going on for a few decades at this point. Lucifer's just trying to have some fun and forget his worries for a little while, and he does. And he meets a nice lady. A very nice Creole woman who makes a mean pot of jambalaya with a kick right out of hell. They hit it off and spend the majority of the celebration together.

They get drunk. Very drunk. Lucifer doesn't remember most of that night. The woman, Nicaise, is pregnant.

By some quirk of genetics, the child comes out indistinguishable from a normal human, if significantly paler than his dark-skinned mother. Growing up, Nicaise always tells her son that his daddy was an angel, but all the boy sees is that his father abandoned him and his mother in a world that doesn't look kindly on black women or single mothers. He watches his mother struggle, he watches her suffer, and he grows up resenting and hating the men who make her life hell. Especially his father.

[rms-mathematic]

Hazbin Hotel AU where everything is the same except Alastor fell out with Rosie instead of Vox.

“Stayed Gone” is just Alastor and Vox glazing each other for three minutes straight. Alastor shows up at the overlord meeting and the others have to stop Rosie from beating him to death with a chair.

[randomapplekey]

✨️Catlastor✨️

Spontaneous dancing~ They tried to cook...

More random doodles of them because they're stuck in my head :3 @correlance

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Charlie: What are we gonna do?

Alastor: Hm, I’m not sure. Maybe jambalaya?

Charlie: 👁️👁️

Vaggie: 👁️ ❌

Angel: 👁️👁️👁️👀👁️👁️👁️

Husk: 👁️👁️

Niffty: 👁️

Alastor: 😁

Charlie: About the extermination-

[finn-theshark]

Alastor:Charlie I’m ur dad

Charlie: Alastor it was good for the song but I-

Alastor: no actually I’m dating ur dad now

Lucifer: *Rubber ducks*

(Btw the point of this is to make zero sense😭🙏)

Edit!: OMG?? I wasn’t expecting to get this many likes from a joke post😭🙏 Ahhh I love you all:D Ig I’ll make more of these lol,give me ideas in the comments/reply’s for Appleradio posts or other ships I should do (I won’t do For example Vaggie x Alastor bc Vaggie is a canon lesbian)

[zootopiathingz]

okay nicholas wilde can't fucking cook but the question is can alastor

That man is from New Orleans, of course he can.

[justhannigramfics]

In a bit more than an hour, I’ll be posting the last chapter of Heaven’s Rage.

It’s been nearly a year and a half since I started writing it, and I could never have predicted how important one story could be to me. I can hardly believe it’s almost over. Hopefully I’ll find another idea that I’m that passionate about.

It’s been a journey.

[bluecookiesabi]

Going to commit a crime, I accidentally ate a shrimp in my jambalaya leftovers

[crepuscularqueens]

this week is shaping up to be so nice and im so happy about it :)

[alastors-radioshow]

Semi/Mini-Hiatus

//Hey all.

Due to increasing levels of stress, many things going on in other aspects of my life, I've decided to take a break from tumblr RP for a bit and focus on myself and other hobbies/work.

I have struggled for a while to find passion in the threads I owe, and I don't find joy in just writing for the sake of writing. Going forwards, I will be selective with threads and partners, as I miss writing for a plot. I miss having a coherent timeline and general red thread in my writing. This isn't anyone's fault and simply due to my own preferences having changed in terms of what I want for my muse and what I want to write.

While I will be selective with threads, I am always open to IC asks for my muse, as that will help me find him more easily, and I will always accept asks wanting a voice message. I miss voicing Alastor a lot and I'd like getting into that again.

So please, even though I'm not around much for the next, couple of weeks, feel free to fill my inbox with asks and voice requests. I'll get back to those the moment I feel inspiration strike!

When I return to doing threads, and should I get the urge while still on hiatus, I will limit myself to a few, steady partners/friends of mine that I feel comfortable with, and know I will have inspiration for, because I genuinely enjoy the plots and timelines we've created. Such as @iomadachd, @deathmimedream, @strikers-saloon, and @rockange / @victorycola.

In the meantime, I will go through my old threads that I'm owing and drop a number of them to limit my stress levels.

I will, naturally, be open to new threads when I return! I will still be lurking around, maybe answer an ask or voice request here and there, but I'll mostly be doing other things, and probably do some RP on Discord, away from the public eye.

That will be all for now, my ghouls and grinners, mortals and sinners.

Take care!

Sincerely,

E

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: April 19

"Save It for a Rainy Day" by Kenny Chesney

[coridallasmultipass]

Okay, so I opened a fic with Striders in it and randomly wanted to put on Borderlands 3 ambient music in the background (I'm having a depressed episode rn and wanted comfort.) And I thought Oh... There would be A War over who gets to be Zer0 in BL2. (Bc they won't do a double Zer0 run, let's face it, there can only be one.)

(( Shit fuck. Borderlands 1 happened in OCTOBER 2009. They never would've seen it in canon. Fuck it. Non-Sburb AU this mothafucka, they'll play all of 'em. #BLstuck ))

[thebookworm0001]

Put in my grocery order

Trying some new recipies

They need to work because my lunch plan is leftovers

[gildedoak]

Sweet Tea: the staple of nearly every Southern household.

I think this is about to be a WHOLE DANG THING. I blame this brainworm on @notherpuppet and her Bread Pudding comic. Got me all nostalgic for foods from when I was a kid at my grandparents' house.

We all know Al loves jambalaya, so I'm focusing on some other dishes!

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Chicken and Waffles Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab/Crawfish Boil Gumbo (plus character notes!) Beignets (part 2) Shrimp and Grits Cornbread Biscuits and Gravy Pecan Pie/Sugar Pie Fried Catfish ??? - Season 1 Finale

Medium: Copic markers, gel pens, colored pencil

Image Description below the cut!

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: a 6-panel Radioapple comic

Panel 1: Lucifer crouches by the kitchen counter, watching Alastor serve up a glass of amber liquid out of a large glass beverage dispenser. Lucifer: Whatcha makin'? Alastor: It's sweet tea.

Panel 2: Lucifer frowns, standing up straighter. L: But you don't like sweets. (aside: Sus...) A: (offers Lucifer the glass) Correct. This is for the hotel lobby. Taste test this for me?

Panel 3: Lucifer downs the whole glass in one go without hesitating. "Bottoms up!" reads the background with little cartoon stars.

Panel 4: Lucifer freezes, his brain buffering. A: Does it need more sugar?

Panel 5: Lucifer looks up at him, serious as can be, with little pink bubbles and golden Satanic-cross sparkles floating around him. L: Marry me. A: (recoils, hissing) NO.

Panel 6: End! (there's a small sketch of a full glass of sweet tea with a straw.)

END DESCRIPTION]

[alastorss]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day! I've been thinking, how would Alastor react to the reader casually saying stuff like "I like your laugh, it's nice," and "You voice is really soothing," out of the blue.

a/n: oh i loooooved writing this ^ ^ he would 100% be the type to try and hide that he actually likes the compliments but fail miserably. thank you and i hope you like this!

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You'd like to say you know everything about Alastor, but that's far from the truth.

You know his mother's jambalaya recipe, sure, and that he takes his coffee black. You've memorized the intro of his morning broadcast, and learned the feeling of his chin propped on your shoulder.

There are pieces of Alastor you know like the back of your hand, but somehow you've never even scratched the surface of deciphering him. He was just like that, you suppose—an enigma wrapped in another mystery that would take a lifetime to unravel.

The only thing he liked more than his secrets was keeping them, after all.

And he especially enjoyed toying with you—dangling little tidbits of trivia about him in front of your face and snatching it away when you inevitably took the bait. He'd laugh about it, too, saying you were so adorable for trying.

For some time you had hypothesized that his ears were a good way of gauging his real thoughts about matters, but he was irritatingly good at controlling those as well. Not even the slightest twitch to give away his inner monologue.

"You are so annoying, you know that?" You once told him while brushing your teeth, words coming out muffled from your toothbrush. Minty foam gathered at your mouth while you glared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

He only laughed, as he always did, and propped his chin on your shoulder.

"How rude!" He chastised you playfully.

You leaned down to rinse your mouth. "I'm just saying," you muttered after standing tall again, "I wish I knew what was going through that head of yours sometimes."

Unsurprisingly, Alastor's expression was unreadable.

He opted to bite your cheek and walk away from the conversation after that, not bothering to enlighten you even slightly.

You watched him from across the bathroom, eyeing the way his shadow danced around him with a mind of its own before it disappeared into the darkness.

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His downfall began with a comment you made after you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

He had been reading the latest article about the Vees to you out loud, practically singing his amusement with how terrible this column had painted out Vox to be. With fame came criticism, of course, and Alastor would happily sit there and criticize Vox all day if he could.

Your head hit his shoulder quick and he sighed, ears perking at the familiar sound of your slowing breaths. (He didn't bother waking you. It's not like he had much else to do at the time.)

"Your voice is so soothing," you shrugged when you finally awoke. "The static is like... comforting white noise for me, or something."

'Or something?' he wanted to ask.

He didn't, because he didn't really care for an explanation further than that. (He definitely didn't avoid prying because he felt something warm in his chest knowing you thought that way about him.)

It kept happening after that, as much as he wishes it didn't.

Little comments you slid into conversation so casually—tiny compliments and teases that drove him up the wall. They were softening him up, flattering him in dangerous ways.

The demon felt his sanity wearing thin with each passing day, making tremendous efforts to hide the way your slips made him warm.

He's sure he is about to crack. At any moment, his ears will flick or his cheeks will cherub with genuine joy because you can't keep your words to yourself. But he's done well for himself thus far, pat on the back, for not gratifying you.

He mentally groans when you join him at the bar, eyeing his drink. "It's the middle of the day," you point out.

"And you've come to scold me?" He tuts.

"I've come to join you, actually."

Alastor chuckles, voice missing it's usual static filter. He reaches over to pour you a glass when you smile at him.

"You have a nice laugh."

He nearly shatters the glass in his hands.

You snicker quietly, leaning over the bar to creep under his face which is scrunched up in concentration.

"What's wrong? I like your laugh, you should do it more!"

Taking a deep breath, the Radio Demon reaches over to pinch your nose. You yelp and jerk away from him, glaring.

"Flattery will get you nowhere~" he sings.

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. There's a smugness to your gaze that makes him feel like a trapped animal, and he realizes that you've known all along what you've done to him.

"Oh, but I think it does," you laugh, nodding to his shadow burned into the floor.

Its smile is uncharacteristically soft, missing all semblance of its usual fangs and sharp edges. Howling in embarrassment, the shadow dives away, abandoning its owner to confront you alone.

All this time, his shadow had been the one betraying him. Through all the times he had forced his ears to stay rigid, with all the effort to maintain his mask of indifference, you'd seen where he had overlooked.

His jaw clenches so hard he can feel his teeth grinding into each other. "You are perceptive, my dear."

"No," you giggle. "You're just bad at hiding how you feel. I think it's cute."

Alastor glowers at you, but his ears flop back and forth atop his head at your praise anyway.

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