#@nunalastor

[tiredeternal]

Hello i'm Tired and I am currently in the middle of writing a story Based off of @nunalastor's Spawn of Evil AU Called

Demon? No, Dominion!

Where Roo, the root of all evil who was once Eve mother of humanity is bored, so she decides in a fit of curiosity to see what would happen if she were to separate someones sins from their soul. After finding and approaching a still alive Alastor, she tricks him into a deal promising that his sins shall forever be viewed as a separate person from him. Just to be safe Alastor volunteers at local charity projects, while donating the wealth of those he slaughtered to their battered wives as well as struggling mothers if his victims were unmarried.

He eventually suffers his canon death and wakes up to Roo cooing over him while gently rubbing at his distended stomach. Before Alastor can get his bearings Roo tells him not to worry, for as soon as he gives birth to her heir his soul will once again be his own. Shakily he listens to how he has actually been in a coma for months as the parasite within him devoured most of his sins.

Absent-mindedly as Roo is slowly being pulled back into the fabric of hell, tells him he should be fine so long as long he keeps devouring the flesh of sinners as doing so will allow him to safely bare her child.

For a few moments Alastor takes in the forested territory Roo left for him, Then he slowly walks back inside the cottage to stand in front of a full length mirror watching his form flicker back and forth from his canon design to what seems to be some delicate, doe eyed, pathetic Angel. Soft, wavy pastel red hair that fades into a light cream and on his back sticking threw his ruined shirt two sets of wings.

Knowing there is nothing he could do Alastor goes into the city to sate his growing hunger

Now be aware that your choice effects the path i take this story.

My take on this story will not be as brutal and gory as Buckshot anon made it on Nunalastor's blog mostly because staying coherent is hard enough for me.

If you can't tell this took me multiple days to write

The Relationship end goal for this story is two Bad bitch Besties sharing a sweet dork of a husband.

[nunalastor]

Alastor being mistaken for a deer makes perfect sense when you remember he died in 1933, the final year of prohibition. It was common for moonshiners dodging the police to wear a type of shoe called heifer-heels made from carved wood to look like cow hooves, thus hiding their footprints.

Alastor may have had those shoes himself in a deer version as that would be more common in the areas he would commit his murders, and a hunter tracked those footprints.

[strawijuice]

I made a nun alastor contract artprint,please someone take it to amir to get it signed and send me pic 🤭✨️

[lu-lus-dicks]

since @nunalastor closed their asks I'll just post them here

these are the beautiful images I drew in digital arts class today <3

And If i see you're still awake the second I post this nun, I will actually come find you and beat you over the head with a bat, GO TO SLEEP-

[voxthepope]

as @nunalastor's #1 enemy, it's only right i do this

your hazbin ships as OLIVIA RODRIGO AND CAVETOWN lyrics.

[starnolia]

COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THIS HELPF

[chaosaroundyourmind]

💚❤️[THAT'S GOD-ISH BABY FACE IT]❤️🖤

God-Ish Nun Alastor Fanart i did back in march B] Og posted on IG @/chaosaroundyourmind

🙏Amen🙏

[allastoredeer]

Alastor has already crossdressed in canon when he wore that nun outfit so technically he has already worn a dress in the show even if it was for a brief moment

NunAlastor lives in my brain constantly. He was so wild for that, dear god I love him

[thonethatflies620]

Anonymity does things to people.

This is what happens when you change your pfp from something holy!!!

[nunalastor-hostage-era]

Case file: The disappearance of Nunalastor

Case number: 001

Date: June 12, 2024

Time: 6:32 PM EST

On the morning of june 5th at precisely 12:31 PM EST, the tumblr user known as @nunalastor vanished. This unexpected disappearance has left many pondering the whereabouts of the mods. After weeks of silence, the tumblr user Nunalastor ceased to exist, replaced by a cryptic morse code message on what is persumably a side blog.

The message, translated to English, reads as follows:

"RADIO'S NOT DEAD, BUT IT IS ENDING THIS BROADCAST."

This morse code has added no context to Nunalastor's disappearance and only furthers to confuse us about their safety. We are currently under the assumption that this is a much more cryptic message than simple morse code, and that it may be a cry for help.

In the early hours of june 5th, at approximately 4:56 AM EST, a new user emerged in the void left by Nunalastor, going by the handle @priestvox. The behaviors and naming of this user is deliberately the exact opposite of Nunalastor, only proving that Nunalastors dissapearance is no coincidence. Could we potentially be dealing with a hostage situation or a meticulously orchestrated plan?

The investigation into the whereabouts and safety of our cherished mods remains a pressing concern. It is evident that this situation has been unfolding behind the scenes for possibly longer than initially suspected.

The utilization of tumblr's queueing system clouds the exact beginning of Nunalastor's disappearance. However, the dates associated with certain reblogged artworks indicate that this happened no earlier than may 30th, a week before the apparent vanishing.

Further developments will be disclosed as they are discovered.

[tiredeternal]

 April 1934 - Alastor’s POV

The last moment he truly remembers before waking up in this unfamiliar place was staring into the face of his Angry ex-coworker as they leveled a pistol towards his face. 

Just a week prior to that event, that ex-coworker was caught by their boss screaming slurs at me for getting a pay raise that they wanted. 

Something that would have been met with a slap on the wrist had Donald not picked up that microphone, chucking it at my head. Luckily I dodged!

Sadly (for Donald) my boss didn’t.

But no one truly knows the fate that will greet them upon their entrance into the afterlife. 

I continue to lay down in a comfortable daze, gazing up at the ceiling painted like the night sky until a dainty hand rubs along my stomach. It’s when something within me kicks back that my chest fills with dread and panic.

. . .why . . . why is my stomach so distended!?!

Despite how tired I feel, I try to scramble away though I don’t get further than sitting up before I’m gently pushed back down as my benefactor Roo is now carefully caressing my shaky limbs. When she finally cups my face to turn my head towards her, I see?

                                                                 What is? Why?

The emotion imbedded deep within her eyes is indescribable.                unsettling

“Ah, the four months tending to you my sweet deer have finally yielded results, welcome back darling” she cooed in a honey sweet tone 

“They are certainly taking a lot out of you, not letting you wake up until they had eaten almost all of your sins.” she says in a increasingly giggly tone before going back to rubbing at my stomach.

 “Who knew that my magic would take our deal so literally. You need to not worry anymore about getting caught for it will be as if your sins shall forevermore be a person separate from you. Ooooh the euphoria of experiencing something pure and new after watching centuries of hellish cruelty is fueling me.” 

she takes a moment to breath as the edges of her body start collapsing into shadow “Once a long time ago I spent centuries doing my duty as the mother of humanity before I became this and now through magic i will get to experience the life of a father.” 

The painful truth of what is happening settles in my bones as the parasite within me squirms. Taking upon a somber disposition she hands me an ornate key that beholds a tree dotted with red eyes for fruit. Wrapped around it is a note. 

Slowly being pulled back into the fabric of Hell absentmindedly as her body is now nothing but shifting shadows and glowing eyes gives him no time to get a word in  

“If existence was fair I could stay by your side so instead i’m leaving you this forest territory. Don’t worry my darling deer should you survive giving birth your soul will return to you.“

All i can do is Watch with a detached numbness. 

When the Root of all evil had approached him, he should have known her deal no matter how beneficial for him in life, wouldn’t have devastating consequences in death.

[nunalastor]

Found the link to all the auditions sheets except Valentino and Niffty those are lost deep into cyberspace. And Zestial didn't have one.

https://imgur.com/a/hazbin-hotel-audition-sheets-Rhs4bvm

slay posting them here in case they're deleted

[strawijuice]

ayooo, where that hand going?

Nunalastor bodypillow will be coming out tomorrow! Only doing 15 preorders!

my etsy store: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Strawijuice

[lu-lus-dicks]

They don't know nunalastor gave me attention today

[michifstar2]

I can't draw, but I'm proud of it..

It's not finished yet and I probably won't want to..

[sahcoraaa]