#Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
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rokonrrc2 · 2 days ago
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I need this duo🦌🍎
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strawijuice · 3 days ago
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Alastor Blanket coming out tomorrow! Who wants to pet the deer?~
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redvexillum · 2 days ago
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PSA: RACISM, BIGOTRY, ENTITLEMENT IN HAZBIN HOTEL FANDOM
CONTENT WARNING: Inflammatory hate speech, White hate, political baiting, gaslighting, racism, death threats
The messages I’ve received and am addressing below contain upsetting and harmful language that has no place in any community. If these topics are distressing to you, please prioritize your well-being and feel free to stop reading here. Thank you for taking care of yourself.
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I never imagined I would find myself addressing this, but here we are. This post is regarding my recent story, Stay With Me, which has stirred up unexpected controversy due to my decision to imply the reader’s race as white. I want to clarify that this choice was made purely for plot purposes.
The story is set in 1920s Louisiana, a time and place where racial and class dynamics were deeply significant. This backdrop was essential to the narrative’s themes of tension and forbidden love, as it explores the societal barriers that would have made a relationship between Alastor and the reader virtually impossible. The decision to depict the reader as an upper-class white individual was not arbitrary—it was intentional, aimed at heightening the drama and emotional weight of their story.
I deeply value the Hazbin Hotel fandom and the x-reader community. Writing for this space has brought me immense joy, and I’ve formed wonderful connections with both readers and fellow writers. That’s why receiving such hateful and inflammatory messages has been incredibly disheartening. The accusations of racism, the vitriol, and the twisting of my creative choices into something they were never meant to be—this has shaken me more than I can express.
To the anonymous senders of these messages: I want to make it clear that my work comes from a place of love and passion. My intention has always been to tell compelling stories that explore complex emotions, societal norms, and the human condition—stories that resonate with readers on a deeper level. To reduce my work to a political agenda or an act of prejudice is deeply hurtful and entirely unfounded.
I want to echo sentiments shared by Kit (please check out her explanation here), another writer in the fandom, who also explored the racial and class dynamics between characters. Like them, I am fascinated by the tension and drama that arise from star-crossed love stories, particularly when societal laws and prejudices forbid such relationships. Writing the reader as white in this context wasn’t about excluding or favoring anyone—it was about creating an authentic narrative rooted in the realities of the era.
For those questioning why I made this choice, I ask: if you can suspend disbelief to fall in love with a cannibalistic, asexual deer demon, why is the reader’s race—chosen for specific plot reasons—the line you cannot cross? My goal as a writer is to craft stories that make sense within their own context. The entitlement to demand otherwise, or to impose personal prejudices onto my work, is unfair and unwarranted.
I hate that I’ve had to turn off anonymous asks. Some of the most heartfelt and hilarious messages I’ve received have come from anonymous users, and losing that connection with my readers pains me. But unfortunately, the actions of a loud, hateful minority have left me with no choice. I will not entertain further discourse on this matter after this post.
To those who have supported me, who have read my stories and shared kind words: thank you. Your encouragement is what keeps me going. Writing for this fandom has been a labor of love, and I pour my heart and soul into every piece I create—for free, might I add. It’s devastating to feel that love overshadowed by hostility.
I won’t let this stop me from creating, but I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t made me question my place here. To anyone who feels entitled to tear down what others create out of hatred or spite: I hope you take a moment to reflect on the harm your words can cause.
To my true supporters: I appreciate you more than words can express. Your kindness reminds me why I love writing in the first place. Thank you for standing by me.
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tarokitsu · 3 days ago
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sleepy time
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voxtechsmells · 2 days ago
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*As Alastor is still stuck in the door, the mischievous grin is still on my face.*
"I have no regrets!"
*begins to make tiny purple stars on his face.*
@madly-enthusiastic
"Come join me!"
*He starts growling, his eye twitching.*
Stop it...
*Alastor then breaks and decides to just go ahead and say every embarrassing thing he knows about Lucifer and give everyone second hand shame*
You'll all regret this! So, Lucifer, as we all know is depressed and loves ducks, but how many does he have?
Over 900,000. That's how many he's made in the past 7 years.
And he's also extremely clingy and when I leave for literally anything, he panics and, once! I left for an overlord meeting and came back to him making a shrine of me...
*continues on for around 10 minutes*
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plush4bunny · 2 days ago
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He feels eyes on him, and when he focuses, he notes your warm gaze on him, admiring the formfitting suit he has on. He adjusts his bowtie unnecessarily before teleporting next to you to give you a proper view of the suit you made for him. His battle gear, as you jokingly called it.
- scene from @chrism02’s 18th chapter from their Alastor x reader fanfic called “Bolt from the blue”
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h0ney66 · 2 days ago
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"Torn in two"
hello angels, i just got an idea for a story with kidnapper!alastor x reader. Please tell me if you all want this to be a series!
tw: kidnapping, alastor is insane (we know this), knives, stockholm syndrome, mentions of death and gore, this is a snippet, if this becomes a story its gonna absolutely have smut
33 days. 33 days since he should've killed you. 33 days since you were ripped from your calm, peaceful life into one of insanity and fear. 33 days since you first saw him. 33 days since you should've been underground.
33 days since Alastor felt his cold heart beat for something other than the rush of killing.
See, you were supposed to be just another kill. Another slit throat, another lifeless corpse, another one of his victims, but as the days went by and the nights fell, so did Alastor.
Was it your voice? Your eyes? Your soft demeanor and even softer skin? He didn't know, all the knew now was chaos between his mind and his heart. It ripped him in two, shattered his mind, driving him to sheer insanity.
He'd bathe you, feed you, take care of your every need. It was off putting.
"Is he trying to trap me, induce some sort of stockholm syndrome?" You thought to yourself now, feeling Alastor's calloused hands over yours, his thumb caressing your soft skin as you ate dinner together. Steak and potatoes, paired with a glass of wine. There was candlelight at the table, the flames dancing softly, casting shadows on both of your faces. The sight was one of a romantic dinner between a couple, not one of a captor and his hostage.
Yet there you were, looking at him with the same unreadable expression you held since day 1. It drove him mad, not knowing, not being sure of your feeling towards him, towards your situation.
Sometimes it was almost pleasant, his treatment. He would hold you, do your hair, kiss you to bed. All with a knife to his side, of course. He cannot afford losing his precious, delicate doll.
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blackzer0 · 2 days ago
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"He was very good at taking Lucifer’s mind off things."
My lovely heathens, this joke is NOT my creation. Please check out the last AppleRadio-OneShot fiction "Down in the Ducks" from sweet MothballMilkshake! (I don´t know how a milkshake mad of mothballs tastes, but I´m thinking of something pink and with a lot of sugar... something Lucifer would like.) Here you go:
Well, I allowed myself to change the scene a bit. I really did not want to draw the Mount Duckerest. I hope you enjoy it though :)
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amethystdraw · 4 hours ago
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Now, a view of Lucifer's back 🪽
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covermysticart · 2 days ago
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✨⭐️Ladies, gentlemen, and humans of all stripes and spots, ⭐️✨
LET ME PRESENT TO YOU! Alastor’s face expression , and Lucifer being a smug little shit. 🤩
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myntesuniverse · 2 days ago
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Wip - a slightly different style
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tyurshoe · 1 day ago
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Radioapple roleplay starter/Beginning Fic
Scene: Club Consent, Pentagram City
The pulsating beat of Club Consent reverberated through the smoky air, mingling with the vibrant neon lights that illuminated the chaos of the dance floor. Pentagram City’s most notorious denizens swayed and stumbled, their laughter and chaos perfectly fitting the club’s decadent ambiance.
At a large round table tucked into one of the club’s shadowy alcoves, the Hazbin Hotel gang sat with drinks in hand. Charlie, her ever-optimistic smile wide, was chatting animatedly with Vaggie and Niffty about the club’s decor, while Angel Dust lounged lazily across a plush bench, a martini dangling precariously from his clawed fingers. Husk grumbled quietly into his whiskey glass, keeping one ear on the conversation in case Angel pushed his luck, and Cherri Bomb was already leaning half across the table to swipe a sip from someone else’s drink.
In the middle of the group, Lucifer Morningstar sat with effortless poise, his devilish grin exuding charisma and dominance. Alastor, seated just beside him, couldn’t help but steal glances at the King of Hell, his usual unsettling grin faltering every so often into something far more genuine—and vulnerable.
For Alastor, this evening was both a torment and an opportunity. He would never have set foot in such a raucous establishment if it weren’t for Lucifer’s presence. After months of trying to show his affection in subtle ways—always fetching Lucifer’s preferred vintage wine, offering to handle troublesome souls, weaving compliments into their conversations—he still hadn’t managed to make his feelings clear. Tonight, he resolved, would be different.
But so far, the opportunity eluded him.
“So, Luci!” Angel Dust purred, leaning forward and propping his chin on his hand. “What’s a big shot like you doin’ slummin’ it with us lowly sinners tonight, huh?”
Lucifer chuckled, his voice smooth as silk. “Well, Angel, even a King needs his entertainment. And who better to amuse me than such a… colorful group?”
The table burst into laughter—except for Alastor, whose eyes narrowed briefly.
“Yes, colorful indeed!” Alastor interjected, his radio-smooth voice cutting through the noise. “And speaking of entertainment, I was just about to ask—”
“Honestly,” Charlie interrupted, “I can’t believe you’d call this ‘slumming it,’ Angel. This place is great! Look at all the decorations! Aren’t they stunning, Dad?” She turned her radiant smile toward Lucifer, cutting off whatever Alastor had been about to say.
Lucifer smirked indulgently. “It does have its charms, my dear. Though I’ve seen more impressive gatherings in my day.”
Alastor’s fingers tightened slightly around the stem of his drink. He leaned forward, determined to regain the conversational thread. “Well, I imagine few could match the grandeur of your gatherings, Lucifer. Tell me, do you—”
“Yeah, but I’ll bet none of ‘em had Angel on the pole!” Angel cackled, tipping his glass toward Lucifer. “You ever throw a party where a spider demon steals the spotlight?”
Lucifer laughed, shaking his head. “That’s certainly a unique image.”
“I’ve got a whole routine I can show you later,” Angel teased, ignoring Husk’s groan.
Alastor’s jaw twitched, though his grin remained fixed. “Ahem, as I was saying—”
“Alastor,” Vaggie snapped, cutting him off. “Can’t you let someone else talk for two minutes?”
Charlie, ever the peacemaker, gave an awkward laugh. “Oh, come on, Vaggie, Alastor doesn’t mean anything by it!”
But Alastor didn’t respond to her. His eyes were focused entirely on Lucifer, who had shifted his attention to Niffty, currently chattering about the club’s history.
The deer demon sank back in his chair, his shoulders stiff despite the nonchalant air he projected. His usual confidence felt hollow, his attempts to capture Lucifer’s attention crumbling under the weight of the group’s chatter.
“Well,” Alastor muttered under his breath, his grin faltering again, “this is proving to be a most invigorating evening.”
He reached for his drink, sipping the rich liquor in silence, his crimson gaze lingering on Lucifer. The King of Hell hadn’t even noticed.
For the rest of the group, the night was a blur of drinks, laughter, and chaos. But for Alastor, the evening felt like a radio station stuck on static. All he could do was sit there, pretending he wasn’t yearning for a moment alone with the one person in the room who seemed entirely out of reach.
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ohdeerfully · 1 day ago
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Hi,
I was wondering if I could request a story. Alastor x reader although they’re more friends at the beginning. And something thats probably not canon.
The reader is doing research for the hotel trying to find proof that souls can be redeemed. In her search she stumbles across newspaper archives about the Louisiana killer. Knowing that its Alastor she becomes interested and through more digging she discovers that his victims were actually all criminals ie rapists, drug dealers etc. She prints some of the info out (I don’t know why) and then back at the hotel she accidentally drops some of the papers and Alastor sees them. I’m not sure where to go from here, I want Alastor to get a bit angry but reader assures him that his secret is safe with them.
I know its long I’m sooorrry! Let me know what you think.
💙💙
heyyy!! thank u for the request sorry it took literal ages to touch...this short fic contains NO ROMANCE sorry alastor lovers. but i hope you still enjoy!
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Silence Your Soul
Alastor x Reader (platonic) TW: nothing specific? alastor is a jerk but whos surprised. hazbin typical crimes
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After Charlie gave you a second chance at her hotel, saving you from the streets in the city of Pride, you were nothing but devoted to her cause. Offering her a hand in trying to prove that the damned can be forgiven and offered a spot in Heaven was the least you could do—although it wasn’t easy.
It was a late evening when you found yourself in an unkempt library at the edge of the city, only tended by a single employee that probably hasn’t seen a soul in weeks. Her excitement upon your arrival made you feel bad, seeing her nearly jump out of her chair as she greeted you made her loneliness awkwardly obvious. You exchanged pleasantries before meandering through the dusty aisles.
You had given yourself a challenge that you weren’t even sure was possible to complete; it seemed more so just busy work to keep you from getting bored at the hotel. Finding proof of redemption for one of Hell’s most prolific Overlords was crazy work, but you assumed if it was possible then virtually any other demon could be forgiven.
Fingers trailed over the spines of historical books and biographies, pursing your lips as you searched the overwhelming amount of titles at your disposal. As rundown as this library was, you would guess it had the inventory of hundreds of ordinary libraries you’d typically find while alive. It didn’t help that you really didn’t have a starting point—you had no clue if you’d even find anything written on Alastor. You only had a vague idea that he was a murderer in Louisiana.
By tedious preservation you eventually managed to find a biography very succinctly titled “Alastor - New Orleans Terror.” You clasped your hands together and raised it to the sky in relief before grabbing the dusty cover and bringing it to the front of the library. After a brief conversation and being asked to sign up for a library card—although more often than not books were never returned—you were on your way back to the hotel.
Charlie had provided you with a little office to do your work in, a small gesture as thanks for your dedication to her idea. You locked your office door and sat down at your desk, pulling a packet of sticky notes and a few pens closer before opening the biography on the resident Radio Demon.
A few hours later, around midnight, you decided to call it for the day with a hefty slam to the book cover. You pushed your chair away from the desk and stretched your arms above your head, bending your back over the head of the chair until a satisfying series of cracks went up your spine. You slumped back down and began to tidy up your area.
The book had a littering of tabs sticking out of the pages, numbered to follow the bullet pointed notes you wrote down on a few sheets of paper. You were pleasantly surprised with what you found out about Alastor, although now you weren’t sure how it would help Charlie’s case in proving all souls can be redeemed. Murder is bad, yes, undoubtedly, but a strong case could be made for Alastor regarding who and why he killed. His reasonings were rather… kind? Somehow? As kind as murder can be.
You tucked the loose pages into the back of the book, holding it firmly to keep all your notes contained. You clicked off your lamp, stood up, pushed your chair back under the desk, and left your office.
Investigators at the scenes of his murders always drew to a similar conclusion—his victims were often rapists, abusers, and two were even politicians with links to trafficking operations. Murder… could be forgiven in this case, right? Of course, Alastor is in Hell for a reason, he’s actually insane and extremely manipulative, but his reasonings for the actual crimes he committed were—
Your thoughts were cut off as you rounded the corner and full body slammed into the man of the hour himself. Shit, how did you not sense his presence? Or, better, how did he not sense yours?
The book in your hand flew almost comically a few paces away, pages scattering out and landing in a messy halo around the book. You took a few stumbling steps backwards, hand pressed against your nose, aching from the impact. Your eyes were blurred with pained tears as you lifted your gaze to Alastor’s smiling expression.
“Hey, shit, I’m sorry,” You said quickly, blinking the haze out of your eyes as you dropped your hand from your face. You began walking towards the book. “I should’ve been paying more attention.”
Alastor was faster, beating you to the mess with his much larger stride. “No worries at all, my dear!” He said all too cheerfully for it being the middle of the night. “Awareness goes both ways after all!”
He hummed as he bent over, swooping up the biography with his name plastered grandly on the front. His shit eating grin somehow doubled as he looked back at you, his long index finger tapping on the cover. 
“A fan?”
“Hardly,” You rolled your eyes, playing a bit coy to counter his confidence. “Just picked it up at the library. Since I work for Charlie I figured I could learn a bit about our more famous residents.” 
Your act didn’t seem to put a damper on his cheer as he briefly thumbed through the biography, but it didn’t take long for him to notice the numbered sticky notes. His red eyes casted towards you before looking down at the similarly numbered sheets of paper by his feet. You sucked in a breath before gritting your teeth. You could probably explain yourself through this if you thought fast enough. 
He knelt and gathered the pages, placing the book down so he could use both hands to shuffle through the papers. You waited, tense, as his eyes scanned your notes. As painfully quiet moments passed, you saw his brows furrow and grin grow tighter.
When he looked back at you, his expression remained calm, but you could tell by the harsher prickling of static on your skin that he was frustrated. 
“While I’m quite pleased to see someone so interested in my living affairs,” He said rather forcefully as he stood, papers still gripped tightly in one hand. “This extensive meddling is rather annoying. What was it they said about… that one curious cat?”
The air grew a bit dangerous with his words as his voice dripped with venomous radio static. You were frozen in place, thoughts flying in every possible direction for words to calm the Overlord.
“H-hey, I’m just working for Charlie, you know, like I said earlier,” Your explanation came in an embarrassing stutter. You figured you may as well just tell the truth, although leaving out the part that you chose to research him. Of course, maybe it would butter him up enough to let you go if you told him how interesting you found him and his previous life; you chose to keep your dignity for now.
“Well, I ask you to leave me out of it,” He responded quickly, and you knew he wasn’t really asking. You nodded feverishly, promising to obey and reaching for the papers in his hand. He tutted before moving his hand away.
“I assume you’ve dedicated quite some time to this research, no?” He mused, waving the stack of pages tantalizingly just out of your reach. You sighed in defeat, hand falling to your side. 
“Yeah, a bit,” You admitted, folding your arms. He laughed for a moment and then you saw a green aura emanate from his palm before a burst of flame consumed the papers. Your mouth twisted into a frown as you watched green-tipped embers of your hard work sizzle into nothing on the red carpet below.
“Well! Then that’s far too much sensitive information on my history, so better it to be gone,” He explained, patting his hands together to rid them of any remaining debris. His eyes then turned to the book, swiftly picking it back up.
“Such a fine piece of literature, really,” He sighed dreamily, theatrically tracing a finger over his own name. It almost made you sneer—what a self-absorbed prick. Then, that same green aura lit in his hand. “Shame it has to go.”
“Wait, wait, wait, that’s not mine, I need to give it back to—” A whoosh of bright flame cut off your pleas, and you groaned in aggravation as shards of the book crumpled by his feet. You watched in helpless defeat as Alastor burned any remaining bridges to his living history. Perhaps that book managed to slip under his nose all these years as he built up his title as an Overlord. Now you had the awkward chore of trying to explain to the librarian why you can’t return her book.
“So…” Shit, that ominous tone in his voice was back as he met your gaze. You couldn’t handle the eye contact, so you swiftly looked to the side, down the hall, in meager hopes that anybody could interrupt this scene and save your sorry ass.
“All that remains, my dear, is you,” He stepped closer, and you similarly stepped backwards. The air in the room suddenly felt too heavy, the lighting too dark. Were you crazy, or were the shadows in the corners stretching towards you?
“I can’t have you running around Hell, whispering my secrets into the ears of the unworthy majority, right? No… that wouldn’t do at all,” Another step forward from him, another back for you. This continued for a few steps before your back hit a wall, sending a freezing chill down your spine. You knew running would only enhance his drive to strike you down, so you remained stuck in place. 
The antlers on his head seemed to expand and grow sharper as he reached a hand towards you. You squeezed your eyes shut and grit your teeth. If anything, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your screams. 
The burn of flames never touched your skin, nor did the sting of tearing flesh. You cracked open your eyes, and saw that his arm hovered only a foot away from you, palm turned upwards. His piercing red eyes bore into your own, never leaving even when you struggled to meet his gaze.
“Unfortunately for me, maybe fortunately for you, Charlie is very fond of you,” He sighed dramatically. “But, still, I can’t have you walking freely around knowing what you know. You are now the last source of my history. So…”
His hand nudged, regaining your attention. You swallowed a lump in your throat, adrenaline still pumping through your entire body and creating an uncomfortable pounding in your head.
“My soul..?” 
Alastor’s eyes rolled before his grin curled maliciously. “Well, obviously, how else will I keep you from opening that mouth of yours?”
Your fingers instinctively reached towards your chest, toying with the fabric of your shirt. Was it really worth it?
“I don’t know how much of an incentive you need here, my dear,” He laughed, although his tone gave away his slight impatience. “You give me your soul and your silence, and I give you… your pitiful life. Hm. Sounds fair to me!” 
You chewed on your cheek. Man, fuck it, you didn’t really want to risk finding out if Charlie’s friendship was truly enough to keep Alastor from killing you. Your hand shot forward before you could give yourself any more time to ponder—or, any more time for Alastor to lose his patience and change his mind. 
As soon as your hand folded around his, a near blinding flash of green light forced your eyes shut as you turned your head away, a squealing and staticy noise filling your ears as you felt a heavy pressure on your neck and a lightness in your chest. In a brief moment, the room fell silent again and Alastor yanked his hand from yours.
You slowly opened your eyes again, timidly looking towards him. You didn’t really have any words at this point, only a sense of loss you couldn’t quite put a finger on.
“There, all settled,” He spoke cheerfully, a complete contradiction of his actions just seconds prior. “Have a goodnight.”
Without another glance, he turned heel and walked away, a light hum playing from his lips. You stood there, staring aimlessly down the hallway and then down at the carpet where blackened ashes of his history stood.
Honestly, right now you were just grateful you weren’t a part of the pile.
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strawijuice · 5 hours ago
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Alastor Blanket is out for Pre-Order on my etsy! Limited Amount!
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shadebloopnik · 3 days ago
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Also, I quite liked how Luci's dooodle came out in that thank you post i did, so here's a pic before Alastor decided to write all over it
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Alastor said he needed da space
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voxtechsmells · 1 day ago
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Look, i have the perfect gift for Lucifer !!!
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... oh fine then.
If it quacks, I'm killing someone.
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