#Alastor could sing me to sleep I swear

[wowifinallywatched]

Wow I Finally Watched Hazbin Hotel

This show is the meaning of Family you choose.

They may not be perfect, They may be a little weird, Stabby even, in their own special ways. But they're your family and you wouldn't trade them for anything in the whole entire world and you would use your every breath of your life to fight for theirs.

Something I loved about this show and their characters is while they all had their own storylines, They all came together in one cohesive story, But what did they all have in common?

No matter what Hell continues to throw at you, Challenges you face, People that kick you down - They get back up and face the new day, Some with a smile on their face.

While they do have their cohesion, Everyone is still so extremely different. No two characters are the same. Whether in looks, personality, Backgrounds or even the way they represent themselves - The time and effort that's been taken to create whole looks, personality's, The way they walk, The way they talk, The way they sing and even the way they chime into the conversation - Everything has been thought about and tailored to their specific character and I fucking adore that.

And while they're all very different beings who show their affections in many different ways - Some loud and proud without shame, Some more intimately, Some hide their past in fear of losing their Love they've come to care for so deeply, Some by listening, Some by helping others, Some by sacrifice and some by cleaning or making crowns of cockroaches.

But it doesn't mean their love doesn't come from the same place.

This show proves even when your back is against the wall, The odds are against you, When you care about something, People, Your future enough - Nothing can stop you.

I truly have fallen in love with this show and I love with all my heart that even with those that support you and those against you, In Hell and In real life, Nothing will ever stop you from achieving something that will impact the lives of millions for the better.

Because that's how the show began, Right?

[strawberryonfire]

Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Angel: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Charlie: Ok, Angel, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?

Angel: 1917.

Charlie: ...You're ready.

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Cherri: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit, though, fire is fascinating.

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Angel: Onion rings are vegetable doughnuts.

Vaggie, used to Angel being dumb: Sure...

Angel: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Vaggie: Okay?

Angel: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Vaggie:

Angel: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Vaggie: Jesus, that one is a little--

Charlie, interested: No, no, Angel, keep going.

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Alastor: I am literally evil incarnate.

Alastor: I'm not actually, I just enjoy being evil.

Alastor: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I'm making a conscious effort.

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Niffty: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Husk: Heck.

Niffty: You're on thin fucking ice.

Niffty: Oh no-

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Angel to Sir Pentious: Me? I'm the bees knees, but you? You're just...

Cherri: Cockroach ankles!

Angel: Ye- uh, what?

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Sir Pentious: I hope no one lowkey hatessss me.

Sir Pentious: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Sir Pentious: Go big or go home.

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Niffty: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew, and dragonfruit.

Niffty: Fruits that do live up to their name?

Niffty: Orange.

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Vaggie: Could you be anymore annoying?

Angel: Yes.

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Arackniss: I'm not doing too well.

Molly: What wrong?

Arackniss: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Angel enters the room*

Arackniss: There it is again.

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Arackniss: *cocks gun* Go to bed. This is no longer a request, this is now a threat.

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Molly, out grocery hopping: *takes a free sample twice*

Molly: Robbery and fraud. I am a rebel.

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Vaggie: I karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Husk: *gets a text* Oh, It's Alastor.

Niffty, excitedly and jumping up and down: Did he get the stuff?

Husk: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Niffty: Wow! Where'd he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Husk: You wanted fake blood?

Niffty:

Husk: I'll call Al.

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Charlie: Anybody got some crayons so I can color in my P.H.D?

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Charlie, putting a loving hand on Vaggie's shoulder: Vaggie, sweetie, please don't stay up all night. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

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Arackniss: Could you all at least try to fucking see this from my perspective?

Cherri: *crouches down*

Molly: *kneels down*

Angel: *sits on floor*

Arackniss:

Arackniss: I hate all of you.

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Angel: We might have gotten in a bar room brawl back in the city.

Arackniss: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Angel: One if them punched a gang member.

Arackniss: Was it Pops?

Angel: Molly, actually.

Arackniss: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

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Angel, singing the tune to I Kissed A Girl: I killed a guy, and I like it-

Arackniss, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Molly, also singing: -The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Henroin, appalled: Call the eoxrcist.

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Vaggie: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Charlie: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Angel: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Charlie, learn to listen.

Niffty: What if it bites itself and I die?

Alastor: That’s voodoo.

Charlie: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Angel: That’s correlation, not causation.

Niffty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Angel: That’s kinky.

Husk: Oh my God.

[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Twenty: Revelations

(Told from Angel’s POV. Trigger Warning for Violence) 

Now that I realized my purpose, I went to find the King. Knocking on his room door, I hear a small faint voice.

“Coming!” He says, singing the words. I patiently wait at the door, twirling my fingers.

“Hello Angel! How can I help you?”

“I wanted to get your opinion.”

“Oh? On what?”

“Killing an Overlord.” He stops in his tracks, freezing up.

“Why me? Why come ask me for help?”

“Cause you’re the fuckin’ King of Hell! You must have some experience!”

“It’s not that I don’t, I just was curious. And surprised.”

“Surprised? ‘Bout what?”

“That you didn’t ask Al. He’s killed plenty, too.”

“He has?”

“You really don’t know anything about Hell’s politics, do you?”

“Not a dime.”

“He’s not the Radio Demon for no reason. He would tear souls apart and broadcast their screams across the entire Pentagram. Even I would hear them from time to time.”

“So that’s why Vags an’ Char were afraid when they got here.”

“She shouldn’t have been. She’s significantly stronger than the two of them combined.”

“If ya’ daughter wasn’t a chicken, sure. She’s too scared and kind for all that shit.”

“What?”

“Have ya met your daughter? She’s sunshine an’ rainbows! Too positive in my opinion.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You just make her nervous.”

“I know that.”

“There’s hurt underneath all that. Ever since I’ve been here, Charlie has had nights of just cryin’ on multiple occasions. Alot. An’ her girl sleeps through it. She’s a heavy one. I’ve witnessed the gnarliest one, too.” I shudder at the thought, remembering it all too well.

“What happened?”

“She’d never been soo pissed. She was full demon, setting things ablaze and turned half the hotel to brimstone. It was frustrating to clean. I swear, she don’t know what she’s capable of.”

“She doesn’t. Maybe I should tell and teach her. In case the angels come here. 

“Dat’s a good idea there, short king! Teach ‘er!”

“I will. But back to the task at hand, yes?”

“Why not? Do ya know how I can kill an Overlord?”

“Angelic steel can kill anyone except me and Charlie. But if you kill an Overlord, there will probably be consequences. Ask Al about them, cause I have no clue.”

“Thanks, short king. See ya later?”

“You know it!” 

I leave to find big red, twisting an’ turning’ down the halls, the crimson red blurring in with the rest of it. After around ten minutes of searching, I hear a coarse static ringing from all around.

“What do you want, Anthony?” Alastor looks down at me, radio dials and symbols floating around ominously.

“Hey Red. I need some info. Luci said you could help.”

“Oh? The king sent you to me? How can I help?”

“I need to know how to kill an Overlord. Smalls said you knew how.”

“I do. Why are you seeking this information?”

“I wanna kill Val.”

“I had suspected as much. Why?”

“He deserves it. All the shit he put me through. It can’t happen to someone else. No one deserves that cruelty. No one. So tell me how to kill an Overlord.”

“You’ll need power. Much more than you have right now. A deal can give you that power.”

“I ain’t makin a deal with ya, pimp. I know who ta ask. I just need to know how.

“Angelic steel through and through. A knife to the head or heart can end it quickly. But if you want to savor it, bullets can make that happen.”

“Thanks, Al.”

“The consequences only apply if an Overlord kills another.”

“Thanks. See ya’ around.”

“Of course. Next time just use a radio instead of searching for my room, yes?”

“Oh yeah. I can reach ya with that thing. My bad.”

“No worries.”

I walk back down the winding hallway and back down to Lucifer’s room, knocking on the door softly. “Short King?”

“Yes?” He opens the door, and looks up at Angel. “Hey Angel! What brings you back?”

“I wanna make a deal. With you.” Again, Lucifer is surprised by my words as he stops dead in his tracks.

“So you wanna make a deal with the Devil, huh?” He turns to face me, face dead serious as he looks at me.

“You freed me. I figured it would make sense.”

“I’m flattered but I don’t make soul deals.”

“Then how about a favor?” 

“I’m listening.”

“You give me a small amount of power for an hour, an’ I do anything you want for one hour as payment.”

“This is risky, Anthony. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I want the fucker dead. If this is how it happens, so be it.”

“Very well. You will have your favor. You have an hour and a half. When you return, you will complete your half of the favor. I will have a decision for what I want to do for 30 minutes.”

“Thanks, Ya Majesty.”

“No problem, Angel. Now go get him. And bring back a feather!”

I run off flying out of the hotel, heading straight towards the Sex Dungeon. After a couple minutes of running, I arrive, walking into the building, and head straight for the elevator, taking me up to the top floor. Walking towards Val’s office, I pull out the angelic knife I had received from Niff’ and twirl it around before knocking on the door and hearing him say, “Come in” in sultry voice. 

“Hey Val.”

“Angel Cakes! Where've you been? I was beginning to miss you, mi amor.”

“Cut the shit, Val. That’s not what I’m here for.”

“You can’t talk to me that way!” He begins to try and summon my chain but fails.

“Weren’t expecting that, now were you?”

“What did you do!”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m just here to kill you.” I stab him square in the heart, grinning at him maliciously.

“You think that’s enough to kill me!?” He spreads his wings, beginning to use his full powers. I try to summon the magic Lucifer gave me , and a strong blast of gold light comes out of my hand, striking Valentino straight through his torso, gutting him out completely. Stunned, I stand there staring at his torn body. Then, I begin to laugh. Cackle, even.

“This is for all the Shit you put me through, you fucker. Never again shall this happen to someone else. I’ll make sure of it.”

I rip off a wing, draping over my shoulder, and walk out of the room, heading down and hailin’ a cab to take me back to the hotel. Arriving, I pay the man who drove me and walked in covered in blood.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Husk sees me from the bar,  stepping out and walking over to the door, drinkin’ his usual bottle of whiskey.

“Just had ta do a little somethin’ is all.” 

“Need any help with that?”

“Nah, just need to find-”

“ANGEL!” Charlie rushes to me, a worried expression on her face

“What happened?”

“Relax, Char. It’s not mine.”

“What’s with the wing?”

“Just a token for Al an’ Short King. Have ya’ seen either of em’?”

“My dad’s in his room and Al’s in the kitchen.”

“Thanks.” I head over to the kitchen, and see Al, dicing at some vegetables. 

“Al.”

“Welcome back. I assume your outing wasn’t frivolous?”

“Yup. I even brought you something.” He turns around slowly and looks at me curiously.

“He better be tender.”

“That’s fuckin’ gross, Al.” I hand him the wing, watching him clean off the leather-like skin and feathers, gathering them in a pile for me.

“Thanks, Pimp.”

“You’re welcome.”

I grab the pile of feathers and leather and carry it out the kitchen and up the stairs towards Lucifer’s room. I knock on his door and he answers for the third time.

“Come in, Anthony.”

“I come bearing stuff.” I walk inside and he looks at me and laughs.

“I didn’t think you took me seriously.”

“Of course I did. You did me a favor. I intend to complete it to the fullest.”

“Good on you, Tony. Bring that here.” I walk over to his desk and place it down, sorting out and folding the skin. 

“Did Al cut this?”

“Yep. He kept the meat from the wing.  Where do you want this?”

“Over there, in the second drawer. He places his vestcoat on the chair and helps collect feathers. 

“Al said the skin can be used like leather.”

“Interesting. Any requests?”

“A hat maybe?”

“Smart choice.”

“Your end of the deal?”

“Ah, yes. I did have a request for you. Earlier, you said you wanted to make a deal with me and I turned you down. But I did think of something else. I want you to make a pact with me. A covenant, if you will.” We get interrupted by a knock at the door. “Who is it?” “Your Majesty, is Anthony with you? Someone is here to see him.” 

“I’m comin’ Alastor, hold on.” I turn to the king, nodding as a gesture of understanding, then exiting the room, following Al downstairs and see a skinny woman in ballet attire standing in the middle of the foyer. 

“Angel, this is Carmilla Carmine, the Artillery Overlord. Carmilla, this is Anthony.”

“Hello Anthony. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well. I hear ya wanted to see me?”

“Did you kill Valentino?”

“Yeah. And?”

“Were you under a deal when you did?”

“Nah. Short King broke it.”

“The King? Is he here?”

“Yup. He lives here.”

“Interesting. Do you admit to killing an Overlord, not under the influence of a soul deal?

“Correct.”

“Then, by law, you are required to take his place as Overlord.”

“Weird. Can I get a sec to think about it?”

“Of course.” She walks away towards the lounge and takes a seat. 

“Al. What’s being an Overlord like?”

“Powerful, attending meetings, owning souls and  having territory.”

“Not half bad. Thanks.” I walk over to Carmilla and answer. “I’ll take it.”

“Excellent. I now appoint you an Overlord. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” A burst of magic emitted from me as I received my title.

“Welcome to the club, Angel,” Husk says from behind the bar.

“Thanks, Husk.”

“You should probably get started. You’ll need territory. I suggest you talk to Velvette. You killed her business partner, after all.”

“I will.” Carmilla takes her leave and I head back upstairs to finish my conversation with Luci. “I’m back.”

“Hello again. For the fourth or fifth time today. How’s it feel?”

“Weird. Bein’ an Overlord is fuckin’ weird.” Luci chuckles.

“My proposal was that you make a contract with me. Not a soul-binding one, but a blood binding one. Eternal servitude, but not like the kind you’ve experienced. Better. And kinder. Protect my daughter and the portion of power that I gave you is yours to keep. Understand?”

“Can I make some adjustments to me?”

“Of course. What would you like?” “To mold the power into my own. I don’t want it to just be a replication of yours.”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“A cool outfit?”

“Of course. Is that it?”

“I think so.” He hands me an angelic blade and I cut my hand and join it with him, creating a pact. “Good job, Overlord Anthony.”

[platonically-loving-alastor]

Hazbin Hotel as Owl City Tweets

So if you don't know, Owl City is the music artist behind the songs Fireflies and Good Time feat. Carly Rae Jepsen. Aside from just his music, however, he is my favorite account on Twitter, along with the only reason I still have the app on my phone. He's made some iconic posts over the years that I think deserve to be seen by more of the general public. Here's to hoping this idea goes well, because I think the idea of assigning quotes from a devout Christian who refuses to swear in his music to characters from the Hell show that kill each other and swear once every five seconds, is gonna be a fantastic combination

Charlie: Happy Mother's Day to my mom who's always been just like a mother to me OR Just heard my first robin of the year singing. Actually the robin was scolding me cuz it was annoyed that I was walking under the tree it was sitting in but still

Vaggie: I socialize by seeing someone I don't wanna talk to in the store and then leaving.

Angel Dust: Roses are red, Violets are blue, To all my haters, I'm 2fab4u OR If I had a dollar for every time someone called me ugly I'd be broke cuz I'm perfect lol later haters

Alastor: Most people don't realize this, but you can go to Starbucks without instagramming it OR If you say 'swag', 'yolo', or 'cray' one more time, I'm going to punch you in the throat :) OR I once killed a man for a klondike bar OR Oh look it's 3:30 AM, I should go to the kitchen and make a 10 course meal.

Sir Pentious: Dang girl is your name pizza roll because I love pizza rolls OR I flirt by seeing an attractive person and not talking to them.

Niffty: Mom said I could join your gang.

Husk: Do you ever just wake up and go "nope" and roll over and go back to sleep

Vox: It's 4AM so it makes sense that I'm on the wikipedia page for eggplant OR 7 divided by 8 is 0.875 in case you find this fact very interesting

Valentino: I installed a skylight in my apartment. The people who live above me are furious OR Brush your teeth unless your dentist is a cutie.

Velvette: "They're like, 12" = everyone younger than you OR Roses are red, My battery died, My laptop is dead, RT if your cried

Lucifer: Things I'm bad at: 1) Getting out of bed 2) Talking 3) Being a person OR went outside. immediately went back inside. crazy day. OR *phone vibrates* Yay I got a text I'm not an actual pathetic loser *reminder to refill depression meds*

Adam: I just drank 3 capri suns... get on my level OR Hello 911, there's a handsome guy in my house. Cancel that, it's me.

I went into this thinking 'hey a lot of these are gonna fit Lucifer probably' but no. Why did so many of them fit Alastor-

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[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

Headcanons for Alastor, who heard the singing of his crush, and this is a song about nonreciprocal love (and he doesn't understand that the song is about him) My apologies for my terrible English! Love you 💜

The song used in this one shot was the closest I could find to a unrequited love song, I hope you dont mind! Also this was soooo much longer than I intended, but the idea just kept flowing so I kept going with it. Anyway, enjoy!

Alastor could hear faint, gentle music playing from somewhere among the halls of the hotel.

Of course, his curiosity gripped him tight and he couldn't find it in him to let it go. So he followed the soft music that drifted in the dark, empty halls until he made it to your door.

He found it was cracked a few inches and peaked inside a little, just to see what you were up to.

He found you setting on your bed; wearing your favorite red shorts and a black shirt that had "fuck off" written in red along the top along with fuzzy red socks on your little feet (well little to him).

You were brushing/combing out your hair (or wig if you're bald for whatever reason).

He was going to continue on with his day like nothing happened, until you began to hum, he could tell you were about to sing.

He couldn't move away from your door, you'ee voice was so... beautiful and he hadn't even heard you sing yet! Although he could hear the sad undertone to the hum.

He felt his heart clench. What could make you so sad? Was it the song? Was it something someone had said? If so he would have a busy afternoon...

He decided to listen to what you were about to sing, hoping it'd give him some kind of clue.

(In case you want to listen to it, it's called Shiver by Coldplay, I love Coldplay)

"So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention... do you?

I know you don't listen to me, 'cause you say you see straight through me... don't you?~"

He watched you with intent eyes as you got up to set your brush/comb on your vanity. He frowned as he watched you sit in the chair and give your self a sad look.

"And on and on from the moment I wake to the moment I sleep, I'll be there by your side. Just you try and stop me. I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care.~"

Alastor felt like he was going to be sick. Not only were you sad, but it was because someone had broken your heart.

You fell in love with someone, and they didn't reciprocate your feelings, they possible didn't even notice you.

But how could they not? You were a so beautiful/handsome. You were practically a god/goddess.

Although the worst part, was probably the fact that you didn't love him.

"Ooooh.... Did you want me to change? Well I changed for good. And I want you to know, that you'll always get your way.~"

"I wanted to say... Don't you shiver~"

"Shiver... shiver~"

"I'll always be waiting for you.~"

You leaned back in the chair, look up at the ceiling with glossy eyes.

"So you know how much I need ya. But you never even see me... do you? ...And is this my final chance of getting you?~"

You rest your forearm across your eyes to hide your tears eventhough you thought no one was there. But Alastor was, and he already saw them.

He looked down, feeling bad he couldn't really do anything to help you. Although he was determined to speak with you after you were done singing, in hopes to comfort you.

"And on and on from the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep, I'll be there by your side. Just you try and stop me. I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care... if you care. Oooh~"

"Did you want me to change? Well I changed for good. And I want you to know, that you'll always get your way.~"

"And I wanted to say... Don't you shiver.~"

"Don't you shiver.~"

"Shiver~"

"I'll always be waiting for you...~"

"Yeah I willalways be waiting for you. Yeah I will always be waiting for you. Yeah I will always be waiting for you. For you I will always be waiting.~"

"And its you I see, but you never see me! And it's you I hear, so loud and clear! I sing it loud and clear! And I'll always be waiting for you.~"

"So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention. And you know how much I need ya, but you never even see me...~"

Alastor waited a few seconds and plastered on a smile before gently rapping his knuckles against your door.

You sat up quickly, wiping the tears quickly before walking over towards your door.

You opened it a bit more and peaked out to see Alastor. You gave him a nervous smile before opening the door all the way.

"Hey Alastor, what's up?" You smiled at him.

He could tell that your smile was forced. It didn't quite reach your eyes; sadness and heartbreak still swam in your eyes as clear as day.

"Well my Dear, I should be asking you that question."

You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. "What do you mean?"

Alastor let out an exasperated sigh, doing his best to keep the smile on his face. "Not that I meant to be an eavesdropper, but I heard the song you sang. You sounded quite beautiful, but on the contrary upset. So I felt the need to ask if you were alright."

You frown quickly and dart your eyes away from Alastor. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. It's just the basic girl/guy loves a guy who doesnt really notice her/him, y'know?"

Alastor feels the need to frown, but he knew he'd alarm you so he made his smile grow.

"Yes well, you know what they say, unrequited love makes the world go round."

You look at him in disbelief, before cracking a smile, and soon a small, breathless laugh.

"Who says that?"

"Well I just did."

You let out a giggle as you shake your head. "So no one."

"Well I didn't really think of myself as no one, since I am someone. Everyone is someone really, although that's not quite the point we're discussing."

"We're not discussing any point really." You copy his really with a smile.

"Oh? I thought we were discussing of blockheaded, dimwit who couldn't notice a diamond in the ruff such as your self."

A blush flourished across your face like a field of flowers spreading in the spring time. Slow at first, as if you were regeristing what he said and then it spread quickly, leaving no bit of flesh untouched with a tinge of pink.

You gave him a gently shove that made his heart accelerate from your touch. He normal didn't like people touching him in anyway, but he couldn't make himself dislike your innocent touches. It made his heart flutter in a way he both hated and loved.

"Oh stop it, I'll be okay."

He nodded. "Yes, well I thought perhaps you'd like to talk about it."

You paused, thinking it over he assumed. "Well there's not much to talk about. He's just... out of my league. It's no wonder he doesn't really notice me, I don't necessarily stand out. Which is okay, it's always been like that for me."

Alastor tried to process what you said. What do you mean, "you don't necessarily stand out"? You were the absolute first thing he saw among everyone in the hotel.

You stood out like white against black, but not in a bad way. You are definitely something special, something extraordinary. You made Alastor fall in love with you, and that's not an easy task.

The more he gets to know you from others, the conversations he happens to over hear, and by observing you, the more fond he grows of you.

He may not have sexual desires towards you, but he never has had any type of sexual desire. That will never change, but he can still understand how beautiful you are.

He just couldn't understand why others never chose you, how couldn't they? You were perfect. Was this why you seemed so insecure about this guy? Because no one ever chose you?

Alastor felt a great need to change that. He felt like he had to tell you his feelings. You won't like him back because you're hung up on that other guy, but maybe he could boost your confidence enough so you gain the courage to tell him. To know someone had chosen you.

He may not enjoy the though of you with someone else, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn't about him. And he couldn't let himself make it about him.

"Well darling, I have something to tell you."

You looked at him in the eye; a curious glint shining in your eyes. Seeing your curiosity only made him fall deeper in love with you.

"What is it Alastor?"

He found it hard to find words for the first time in his entire life. His life both on Earth and in Hell. What were you doing to him?

"You see, ever since you came here, I've been fixated on you. You're like no one I have ever met in either of my lives; I hypothesize that's what drew me to you. The more I had gathered on you from everything I saw and heard, the more I had grown to adore everything you were and are. Even though I am asexual, and I will never have any sexual desire for you, I do have the desire for you to love me as much as I love you. Although, from the song you had sang, I know now that you never will. I will never hold that against you. I'm telling this to you in hopes you gain some confidence in telling that guy, whoever he may be, that you love him. If he has any kind of brain function, he'll reciprocate your feelings."

You stares at Alastor in confusion. Neither of you said anything for a while, so Alastor took it has his cue to leave.

"Well, have a good night (Y/n). I hope everything works out for you."

He turned to leave and you panicked. You reach out and snag his coat, tugging on his.

"Wait! Stop!"

He turns to you, "Yes? Did you need something else?"

"Wh-What do you mean?! You can't just walk away after confessing! You didn't even hear my response."

"I already know the answer though, I was simply giving you confidence."

"... Did you mean what you said though? Or is it just a confidence boost..."

Alastor couldn't help the frown that tugged at his lips from the sight of your disbelieving and hurt look as you trained your eyes on the floor.

"Every word. I swear, and I'll have you know I am a man of my word."

You looked up into his eyes, tears brimming the edge of your eyes before plummeting down your face.

Alastor was quick to move, wiping the tears from your face. "I didn't mean to make you cry Darling. You dont have to like me back. I'm not pressuring you-"

Alastor was cut off as you jumped forward into his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs as you tightened your grip around him.

"Its not that! I... I just... no one has ever truly liked me back before... I just really happy."

Alastor paused for a second before grinning. He hugged you back.

"I've never had anyone like me back either, but I guess you have to like them to begin with. Your special (Y/n), if not to no one else, then to me. You'll always stand out to me."

[sublimegentlemanalpaca]

I would very much be interested in your ocs

Very well.

Let me preface that a lot of these Fellows came to mind after I reached the thought of ‘hey, what if I took how people joke about me being some Eldritch entity that existed before time, space, and the universe, and ran with that? So some of these guys are more self inserty than others. All the fellows I’m about to mention are close to being the same person..or to put it a better way...they are existential echoes or perhaps facets of a greater Eldritch entity...with all of them sort of galavanting about existence, across universes and things.

 One OC has some connection to the OCs of @lint-roll with their permission and following their suggestion...and I’ve been badgering them about these fellows for like a week or more. 

One last bit of backstory before going into The OCs Proper if you’ll allow. Long ago one of these fellows took the Name of Alaric( meaning Ruler of All) and made himself a King with a Crown, Silvery Robes, and a Flaming Sword...he ruled over a whole world...there was an uprising and Alaric was slain. In response to the killing of their Fellow the rest of the ‘Als’ rained Eldritch vengeance on the world over which Alaric ruled. There were some survivors..but more on that later. With that said..and poorly explained I imagine..on to the OCs in question.

Algimantus Varius Eldritch: A strange fellow. Tallish, clean shaven. His signature outfit is Grey pants, Ultramarine suspenders, a salt white shirt, a Vibrant Green Long Coat (imagine Fagin’s Coat from Oliver! Or Nepeta’s Coat from that Homestuck thing), a Bowler hat, and Circular glasses of an Amber color. And of course a finely made Cane (because just about every character of mine must have the aesthetic of Cane, Coat, and Hat) Algimantus is generally polite, if a bit eccentric, and at times purposefully ignores context clues of conversations if he thinks some fun can be had with the words (even if he’s the only one who finds it funny). He looks human to be sure...but there are times...such as when he smiles a certain sort of smile, and his eyes take on a friendly glare that his Eldritch nature is glimpsed. He is a procurer, purveyor, trader, and occasional maker of Items of Mystical, Magical, Occult, and a generally Eldritch nature. He tends to cary his wares in one of those huge salesman suitcases (like in the Music Man) which reads ‘‘Eldritch’s Emporium of all things Eldritch). He has also been known to hold things in his hat. He is fond of showing off his wares, be it an ever changing set of magical rings, or a Phoenix feather Quill (perfect for writing secret messages) in his Hat. His merchandise is sold for either ludicrous amounts of money, traded for something of interest, or sold for something less material (for example a coat of perfect stealth in exchange for a person’s whisper).

 The bit of merchandise he is most proud of though is his Pen Dragons. Beautifully crafted pens that turn into little Dragons. He always has his own Pen Dragon (One Estragon Alaric Pen Dragon, called Alaric) with him. A beautiful thing of Silver. 

Pen Dragons: a note on Pen Dragons. They are made, not by binding the soul of a Dragon to a Pen as you’d imagine but rather a process is performed which results in the Existential echo of a Dragon, The Dragonness left in a place where a Dragon has been for a long time, and that Dragonness manifests in the Pen York become a Pen Dragon. Alaric as an example of Pen Dragonness is primarily used for writing is an avid book Wyrm. He will collect words and bits of info like his own hoard. Alaric is also very jealous of Algimantus’ Phoenix Quill and takes every opportunity available to get rid of it.

At one point Algimantus learns of a circus performer who has managed to make Pen Dragons of her own. Algimantus has searched for this person since the means of Manifesting Existential echoes is a skill he invented and only ever shared with his Fellows. He hopes to make this person a Potential Apprentice of sorts.

Pen Aluni : The Potential Apprentice in question. Has some skill in enchantment,and drawing. Foundling of a circus where she participated in a Magic act. One day after a show involving a Dragon Skeleton she suddenly has a bunch of Pencils turning into little dragons running amok..only for them to be subdued by a silver small dragon...and to top it off some weirdo in a green Coat has shown up offering her an Apprenticeship for reasons.... I don’t know much about her character yet at present. Apologies. Her last name (meaning student ) was thought up by Algimantus. Turns out she is a survivor of the Kingdom of Alaric...

On to other Als.

Alan V Eldritch: This short fellow is prone to gambling of all sorts. Wears an Ultramarine Coat, brown corduroys, and a dull red shirt. Bowler, and a cane suited for whacking and keeping people at bay. He is commonly found conning people with that shell game thing. He is perhaps the most intentionally cruel of his fellows and takes great enjoyment in the minor and major sufferings of existence, humanity in particular. He and Algimantus do not get along exceptionally well. He has an attempt at a goatee which he swears makes him look Puckish.

Algernon V. Eldritch: Imagine a Circus Ring Master. Leave him bald, and give him a obviously fake and ludicrous mustache. Make him a bit heavier around the middle than most of his fellows and you have Algernon. He has continually tried to entertain people...and has continually failed for one reason or another. Before starting a Circus his business was that of a Fool and Gesture with the mannerisms of said profession never really leaving. Meaning he will not shut up and speak his mind no matter who its to. More so than the rest of his fellows.

Alfur and Aldread: ‘the Twins’ these two have continually set up shop as royal advisors of opposing kingdoms and have treated the wars of said kingdoms as a personal game between them. Alfur is notable for having straight hair, and wizardly robes and staff. Aldread is more of a John Dee inspired Alchemist Spy advisor. The two look practically identical save the one dresses in Blue, the other Orange. Not sure which is which.

Alfwin V Eldritch: Alfwin is the one among his fellows who has the most knowledge and closest friendship with the Elves (anywhere). Don’t know what his colors are. But I know the Elves know him, and his fellows collectively as ‘‘The Eldritch One’.

Albus Viggo Eldritch: Albus stands out with pale skin white hair and all black ensemble including Greek Fisherman’s Cap and a Peacoat. Albus’ Cane is a Cane Sword with a Kraken looking Handle. He also has Rapier about his person. Albus manages a number of Lighthouses and offers shelter and housing to the Spirits of those who die at Sea. He will often sing with his ghostly house guests, and they will usually follow him when he leaves his Light Houses for elsewhere. He has a huge Sailing Ship called the Alexandria, and has some control over the Weather able to make Zora dissipate Tempests and the like. Albus is perhaps the kindest of his fellows and is not one for Cruelty unless truly deserved. Also, I’m am told due to his pale complexion and habit of sword fighting ghosts he is sexy. The Ghosts all call him ‘Captain Jones’ with the earliest having mistaken him for Davy Jones and it just stuck. Albus is the most open about feeling horribly guilty for his part in the destruction of Alaric’s Kingdom. He made sure to ferry what survivors he could away from the Vengeance of his Fellows.

Alvis V Eldritch: Alvis is Grey. His clothes, his attire, his pet Owl, all Grey, everything save his skin (and he did try that for a while). Alvis, while not necessarily the oldest of his Fellows, has made the conscious decision to look Old. He walks with a wooden Staff, and has a large book with him at all times. He is the only one of his fellows to keep track and tabs on all the others. The rest usually go about their business meeting up on occasion. Alvis’ own business is a book store. He had played with the idea of a Library...but decided on a bookstore for one reason or another. His Bookstore can be found in many places. Almost anywhere, though you’re unlikely to meet him there. He often will sleep in the back, or reading and will often have some hired help manage things. Only getting him if someone wishes to buy from the more Eldritch sections. That knowledge costs knowledge and the knowledge given is lost forever to the buyer. As is the knowledge of having lost it. Alvis is the All Wise, he knows near everything. He and one other fellow are closest in true Eldritch nature to that Fellow of which they are mere aspects, echoes, and facets. He is not unkind, nor kind, he can be helpful but he doesn’t talk too often. All the other fellows show proper respect to Alvis. He does not know the Future...but if a thing is known..Alvis no doubt knows it. He keeps a Pen Dragon which Algimantus gave him..and a Pet Owl. No one is sure where the Owl came from. It might have just flown in one day and Alvis decided to keep it. No one is mean to Alvis’s Owl. Alvis will give info to his fellows if he thinks it will help..and he can keep Secrets. He and Albus instantly recognize Pen for what she is.

Lastly there is Alastor. When Alaric was slain the Fellow felt it as a searing pain. In retaliation he had all the fellows fall down upon the Kingdoms of Alaric and destroy it and everyone who played a part in the slaying of Alaric. Alastor, dressed in rags, not bothering with a face, and only barely attempting anything close to a human guise is the remaining vengeance personified. Alastor does not smile, nor laugh. He does not run, nor take interest in the Eldritch peculiarities of existence as his Fellows do. Alastor only searches for those who showed they could hurt him...and eliminate them with the same sword of Alaric’s which proved to be his undoing.

So...there’s all that.

Hope that’s sufficient. There will be more of course. I am writing/planning the writing of a thing which should show Algimantus making little Alaric the Pen Dragon.

Make of this what you will.

Al, the Chronographing Cottager and Prince of Naming 

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