#I zoned out

[mrslankyman]

Oh Darling

Alastor x (fem) Reader

word count: 2K

Fluff / more of a friendship

based on pilot alastor / slightly out of character

Working on part 2

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Wasn’t everyday just so grand in Hell?

No.

It wasn’t.

Working at the Hazbin Hotel sure wasn’t making your days any grander. Being a room attendant and a good friend to Charlie was starting to get to you.

At least Nifty was there to help. Even though she mainly tried to kill the bugs she at least helped clean the place up. You had become accustomed to her weird and somewhat insane antics. It was Hell after all. You couldn’t really judge.

Husk was as fun as ever. Giving snarky comments but he at least listened when the night wound down and you needed a drink.

Angel Dust would joke around and tell you how awful you looked after scrubbing one of the rooms.

Vaggie didn’t say much since she knew you were friends with Charlie. She rather enjoyed your company stating you were one of the most sane sinners in the hotel.

Alastor on the other hand. Didn’t say much about you nor did he really say much about anyone. He would greet you just as anyone else. Something about him felt weirdly off.

You didn’t question it too much and just went on with your work.

“Hello Darling pleasure to be seeing you this morning!” That radio like voice echoed into the hotels kitchen. You were busy making breakfast.

Someone had to do it and it sure wasn’t gonna be Nifty. No one wants roaches in their pancakes.

“Good morning Alastor.” You answered not looking at him as you flipped the pancake. “Making up a lovely breakfast I do suppose? My mother used to make the most splendid ones in her time.” He remarked as his shadow loomed over you from behind.

“I’m sure she did. I’m not so positive mine will beat your mothers but it will beat your hunger.” Your joke was met with that signature smile as you turned around.

“Ahaha Im sure it will.” He laughed as he stepped aside to give you room. “I came to see if you were able to dust my radio tower? It has accumulated quite a bit of dust.” His question wasn’t really a question. You’d have to do it. It was your job. Though it was nice that he wasn’t demanding.

“Yes I can. I’ll just have to finish up breakfast.” You stated as you went back to cooking.

“Lovely. Oh and {Y/N}.” He cooed making you turn to look at him. His eyes turned dark and black, red static glitched around him. The room turned dark. “Don’t mess with my things.” He warned his clock eyes appearing and his smile widening.

You nodded quickly and looked around. You had seen him do this before but never to you directly. “Yes sir. I won’t.” You answered quickly and sighed with relief as he went back to normal.

“Good.” He clapped his hands together and turned away. “I’ll be back once breakfast is done.” He waved and hummed as he walked out of the kitchen.

You went back to cooking. Just forgetting about what just happened. It was best to just act like it was normal.

——

With breakfast done. You headed off to do your job. Or well request in better words. You grabbed your dusting supplied and went up to Alastors radio tower.

Doing as asked you just dusted. Not moving much of his stuff just the things that needed to be moved to dust. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad about that.

Surely he understood if you had to move stuff to be able an do your job. If not I guess you would have to run to Charlie and hide.

While dusting two figures on his desk caught your attention.

A small deer next to a bigger one. Which resembled a doe. Apart if you just assumed he kept up with the deer aesthetic he had going.

Shrugging you dusted them and headed out of the room. Closing the door and headed down stairs to put your supplies up.

——

Nifty was off cleaning somewhere. Husk and Angel Dust were chatting at the bar. Charlie had gone off with Vaggie for the night and who knows where Alastor was.

Deciding that cooking dinner sounded like a good idea you found your self in the kitchen again. Perhaps Charlie should’ve made you the chef instead. Though you just picked up both the jobs. Cleaning was easy and cooking was fun.

Humming you skimmed through a cook book. Unsure of what to cook for the night. That was until a shadow appeared behind you and Alastor appeared.

“Hello Dear!” His enthusiastic voice echoed through the kitchen causing you to turn around and look at him. “I saw you finished dusting. Thank you.” He leaned again the counter. Checking out his claws with a smile. “Need help cooking?” He questioned before looking over at you.

“Just having trouble picking what to cook for tonight.” You answered with a shrug. Making him stand up straight and clap his hands together.

“Why I know just the thing!” He snatched the cook book from you and threw it behind him. A loud thud echoed as it hit the ground.

“Hey-“ he put a finger over your mouth and laughed.

“My mother once showed me a lovely recipe for jambalaya! Who needs a flimsy old cook book when you have memory darling.” He chuckled and nudged you aside as he grabbed all the things he needed.

“I can show you it. If you wish.” He titled his head. Offering to let you in on one of his favorite things.

Something you didn’t suspect but found it rather kind of him.

“Sure. I’d love to learn it.” You agreed and stood beside him as he instructed you on things and gave insight on how to make the ‘best jambalaya you’ll ever eat.’

As he stated.

—

“My mother loved cooking this. Said it was her favorite dish, yes it was.” He smiled wide. A rather genuine smile. Not like the one he always wore. He looked down at the finished dish. A sigh of content escaping his lips.

“I’m sure she was a lovely woman.” You commented grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

He didn’t answer, just hummed. The silence was rather loud. He just stood there for a moment. Lost in memory.

“She was..she really was.” Though his voice sounded rather sad he still held the smile. The never erasing smile.

His reply was late but you put some of the finished jambalaya on a plate. His tone shifting to one of excitement.

“I’m sure you’ll find it splendid.” He turned to you and titled his head. Waiting for you to take a bite.

You moved the spoon up to your mouth and took a bite. Your eyes widened and a smile spread across your face.

It tasted lovely, better than you expected.

His smile stretched further as he watched your reaction.

“Oh I knew you’d love it! It’s very splendid don’t you think? Yes yes, a rather grand recipe the best recipe!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. Stretching his arm out in-front of you both and curling his fingers into the palm of his hand.

“I’m sure you agree this is better than some flimsy thing from that old cook book. I can show you many other recipes my mother showed me.” He leaned into your face a smile stuck on his face.

He had never been this touchy so he must be excited.

You nodded in agreement. The idea of having someone to cook with wasn’t a bad one.

“I’d like that.” You laughed and he joined in. Laughing with you for once not feeling like he had to be towering over someone to be seen.

——

So cooking together became a daily occurrence. Wether it be breakfast lunch or dinner. It didn’t matter.

He found cooking with you pleasing. You were one of the only demons he could stand in the hotels.

He slowly began to tell you more about his life. How he and his mother were close. Though it seemed he dodged the questions of his father. Never wanting to talk of him.

Which was understandable from what you could possibly piece together it seemed his dad wasn’t the best.

You decided not to push its.

“So my dear, have you considered being redeemed?” His question made you think. You were both outside looking up at the sky. Dinner was done. And everyone had went to their rooms. You on the other hand weren’t tired and Alastor didn’t have any plans for tomorrow so staying up with you didn’t bother him.

“I suppose it would be nice. Though I’m not sure I would fit in up there.” You shrugged leaning against the railing of his balcony.

He hummed and looked down. “You’re a rather charming demon belle. I don’t see why you wouldn’t fit in.” He chuckled to himself. He didn’t believe in that wacky nonsense of being redeemed.

How could a sinner go to heaven? They had chosen their path in their life time.

He learned that you had killed your husband at the time. Caught him cheating and decided to take his life as well as the other woman. You made your choice in that moment.

Dooming yourself to a life of sin. Just as he had when he committed all his murders.

Though a part of him feared the idea of redemption now. He knew he sure as hell wouldn’t be redeemed. He didn’t feel bad for his crimes. Nor did he care.

But apart of him knew you regretted your actions. You were a soul who would deserve to be redeemed if there was a way.

That scared him.

Knowing he wasn’t in control. Knowing that you could slip out of his hands.

He wasn’t being selfish with his want of keeping you. He just liked having someone around who enjoyed his company. Someone who wasn’t scared of him or only chatted with him cause they didn’t wanna be killed.

Though that is rather selfish isn’t it? Not wanting someone to succeed and be a better version of themself because you want them to stay as they are.

“I’m sure you’d fit in just swell so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He flashed a smile your way. Teeth not showing this time. It seemed almost fake. You shrugged.

“I guess. I would miss everyone here though.. mainly you.” Your words hit him like a brick. He hasn’t suspected you to really truly care about him. Sure you said you two were friends but.. this meant a lot.

“Oh come now. You wouldn’t miss me once you see all the.. heavenly things up there.” He chucked. His voice sounded off and his radio effect faltered.

“Are you okay Alastor? It’s not like I’m gonna be redeemed and even if I was I would miss you. So don’t say I wouldn’t.” You were slightly annoyed at him now. Of course you’d miss him. No amount of heavenly items or ideals would ever top him and his terrible old timey jokes.

“Don’t lie. We’re in Hell why lie? You’re already here! It’s not like it’s gonna send you further down!” He seethed his claws digging into the railing.

“Alastor calm down. Why are you so upset?” You stepped closer to the demon. His ears bent back and his pupils went small. His smile crinkled and his teeth bared.

“You! You have me so confused!” He ran his hand through his hair. Closing his eyes.

“I’ve never felt like this before.. it’s all so frustrating. I’m supposed to make you scared! Don’t you fear me?” He dropped his hand and laughed. A hysteric laugh.

“Alastor..I don’t fear you.. I see you for you.. you’re an amazing friend.” You laid your hand on his shoulder. Calming him down slightly.

“I’m just here to watch these souls suffer and try to climb up only to fall into the fiery pits of failure.. but the pleasure in watching others fail isn’t fun when it comes to you.” He turned his head to look at you.

Your eyes met and for once the smile that was on his face didn’t match what was showing in his eyes.

“A part of me just wants to be with you forever. Just blissfully cooking or chatting like we are now. I’ve never had that.. I have friends but not like this.” He sighed and leaned back against the wall letting himself slide down.

You sat down beside him. Looking at the sky.

“Are those deer figures on your desk you and your mother?” You asked softly.

“Yeah..” he answered.

“They’re lovely.” You held his hand. Smiling as he squeezed yours.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can relax. I’m gonna be here with you. So stop being all sad. It doesn’t suite you.” You leaned against his shoulder. Receiving a sigh from him.

“Did I ever tell you about my first radio show appearance?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“No I don’t believe you did.” You smiled and listened as he began the story.

[sohn-der-felder]

opener 0.1 for @seabxund

The night was as calm it could be for mercenaries. The waves gently swaying with the breeze and rocking about with the ship gliding over them. It was a group from Buggy's Delivery; returning after helping quite a well-paying group with some petty fight between them and another bout of people that no one could bother remembering the names of.

As the ship swayed a man emerged from below the deck, scratching the top of his head whilst bumping into something every now and then. It was no surprise considering the man couldn't see anything unless the noise of others helped bring light to his surroundings.

The man, whilst cursed by his Devil Fruit to remain blind for the rest of his days, had the capability to see ever so slightly via 'some sort of visual echolocation' as he would call it. Water ripples of sight would welcome his eyes and help him see the environment but also where someone or something may be trying to lurk.

It was quite the helpful power but it didn't help that he still wasn't able to see; often hurting himself because his footsteps were far too quiet. The silence was thanks to his family's lineage of sickly sly people - the Hyenas. Though now he's left those days behind even if it meant having to fight his own flesh and blood to survive.

But that was of no concern now - the only concern he had was getting home to his girlfriend. They had been so far apart and he couldn't bear it. He knew she was busy these days but Augustin couldn't keep himself from moping about the entire way back.

"Has there been any signs of life?" He mumbled to a mercenary that was resting against the railing of the ship.

Augustin was only aware of his presence thanks to the incessant tap tap tap of his boot against wooden floors. It would've normally irritated him but after waking up from such a long sleep he just couldn't bring himself to care much at all.

"Nothin'... I think that damned navigator got us lost." The man would grumble.

This would result in Augustin giving a few hard pats on the man's back, too tired to be aware of how harsh he's being. The other would gripe a bit; swatting Augustin's hand away - and yet right before he was going to tell the scrawny man to bug off he saw a peculiar sight.

"S'that a boat over there? Looks about halfway into the island." He spoke whilst squinting, hand resting against his brow as if it were going to do him any good. "I'll be damned, some poor sod s'done crashed into it." A chuckle escaping him. "Should we do anything about it?" Augustin would lean against the railing, carefully, and look over as if he could see what was happening too.

"I s'pose we could flip a coin on it. I got one, heads or tails?" The man would ask.

"Tails, it's my unlucky side but it don't land often." The other would chuckle, head falling back a bit as he took in the breeze. Augustin wasn't much for staying away from his beloved any longer but it couldn't hurt to indulge in a little bit of banter.

The man would flip the coin into the air, catch it, and blindly rest it on the back of his hand. He would hesitate before looking - eyebrows raised before looking to Augustin.

"... Tails, let's go see what's over there."

"T-..Tails? There's no way! Tap on your hand, it let me see." He didn't want to believe it but the other would tap on his own hand, lighting up the visual of the coin ever so slightly - but he could even tell that the man wasn't lying. Groaning he would rest his head in his hands before tapping around to find his way about, gathering others to help dock the boat at the side of the minor crash.

Luckily they weren't too far out and it surprisingly had the rest curious too; though that's only a given after being on the waters for so long that just about anything slightly interesting would be better than sailing for so long.

Once docked, after some issues from getting a bit turned about, the group would carefully exit the ship and glance around the island. There wasn't much to look at, any other small island would look just the same.

"You sure anyone was even over here?" One man asked, and the man from before would answer.

"Well I never said I saw.... anyone." He seemed a bit confused after delving a little deeper, glancing down to find a strange man resting against a tree. "Augustin, mind comin' over here?" He'd ask; not taking his eyes off the man in case the resting was just a ploy to get his guard down.

One of the others helped Augustin find his way over before finally standing next to the man he had been speaking to. "Something the matter?" He would ask, hands on his hips as if he wanted to wrap this up already. Something made him uneasy. A coin landing on tails, a shipwrecked man who did nothing but unnerve his current crew as well. Things weren't looking too good for him this night. He just hoped and prayed to anything listening that he'd soon be able to return home to his love.

"I swear I've seen this kid somewhere... I don't remember where but all I know is this isn't good new for us." The man spoke whilst moving away a bit. Confused, Augustin would let out a boisterous laugh - "What?! Some poor sod who barely has a poor excuse of a boat is causin' you troubles?" Rolling his eyes with a sigh escaping his throat he would slowly find his way onto the sandy floor.

There was no way the man before him could be anything too bad to handle, of course there were some things pointing to being unlucky this night - but fighting someone strong or scary felt far too out of reach.

Grabbing a thin rock from the sand he would poke the sleeping man with it carefully. "Aye, wake up won'cha? Yer saved ya poor thing." He joked, awaiting for the man to awake.

[thatonepersonguy]

Y’know when your deep in a brainrot that when your planning to draw a character but immediately forget and draw the character you’ve been obsessed with since the moment you laid your eyes on ‘em

[gaydinosaurrr]

I was doing my online test on my tablet and I foolishly opened Tumblr and started scrolling through buddie tag. THE TEST HAS A TIMER.

[lord-of-bad-art]

early morning lotf doodles 😱

[mothusingtheinternet]

My assignment was to describe my friend in Italian.

here’s what I got: “She likes to move it move it play her instrument.”

[samixayn]

what about his worm

[mmmitchmmmarner]

what the fuck is happening

[mroddmod]

rough seas

[hrnylovesickmess]

Silence, it's one of the most preferred methods of communication for me. It's those comfortable silences that I long for. Someone to just sit in silence with. It's painful how much solitude I find in silence. It's like listening to a song sung softly just the raw vocal without the music with the exception of the soft tunes of a guitar playing somewhere very far away. Silence allows me to be transported to some place far away from reality. Silence allows me to imagine. Takes me somewhere far away from this small city somewhere I'll be just a little bit less alone. Where the silent company of a person would be all that i would need to be at ease. Where I would be alone but not lonely. Where I would not have to talk to the voices in my head because the impending silence would be enough to silence them and I would finally be at peace.

[twilight-zoned-out]

Some things about Allan:

He’s the only one who reacts to the narrator

He’s the only doll (besides the Weird House) who isn’t swayed in some way by Ken’s takeover

He also declares himself as “Ken's buddy" (making canon his official box description) which makes his inability to be swayed more interesting

He has bendable legs (probably the only reason he tries to jump the fence instead of going around like everyone else)

He easily decked a half-dozen construction Kens and could probably singlehandedly win the Ken fight

He seems to know more about the real world than most Barbies

He knows what NSYNC is 

He knows about other Allan copies living in the real world (I’m trying to figure out if he made this up to convince the humans he can live in the real world, but even if he did, how does he know what NSYNC is???)

There are no other Allan models

[hinamie]

long way home

[min-play]

learned what overwhelmed means

[stabberghost]

oh my gah

[faunandfloraas]

♡🐶 + 🐬♡

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎