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[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Part 4 and End of Alastor's bad day Alastor survived his fake date and will probably (not) think twice in the future before trying to one-up Lucifer on unknown projects. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[gaywaren]

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[dysfunctionalcreature]

wait wait wait wait, imagine Vox tracking Alastor down to flirt with/fight him one day, and Alastor is busy hanging with Rosie when Vox finds him. And Vox starts going off, trying to provoke Alastor, so Alastor turns to Rosie and this convo happens:

Alastor: "Ough he's so annoying, he just won't leave me alone. I don't know who he thinks he is! He isn't even half as evil as me, why is he wanting to fight?? He's pathetic."

Rosie, with her amazing gaydar: "Awwe, don't be too hard on him Alastor, I'm sure he's trying his best, you know, courting can be tricky here in hell."

Alastor, oblivious aroace™: "What??"

Rosie, clarifying: "I mean, he's clearly just lovesick. I think it's kinda sweet actually-"

Alastor: "HE'S WHAT???!"

[damntheyare]

Under My Skin

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Chapter 13: A Hard Lesson In Humility

[incaseyouart]

If I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you~

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[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Okay but Alastor not liking sex, not liking sex talk, flirtatioun, touching,

BUT

The ONE time Angel get into Al's room, trying to convince Al to do something for him, he's perusing the bookshelf while he talks. If Alastor was paying attention to him and not the pieces of his radio strewn about on the table he would have stopped Angel before he got to the far corner, but alas, Angel finds, just, the raunchest, dirtiest, fucked up smut novels the Lust ring has to offer.

And he turns around to gape at Alastor, one such novel grasped in his hands. And when Alastor looks up because the incessant talking has stopped, he freezes. His face goes red as it contorts into something between a snarl and grimance.

"Put that back!-"

But Angels already bolting out the door, book still in hand.

"HUSKER! OH MY GOD! SHORT KING!!!-"

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE-"

The hotel barely survives.

[hyoriiijiie]

Dear gift | Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags

Alastor being a jerk, Christmas Eve, making fun of you, Alastor doesn't apologize, Reader is really furious, surprise gift.

Summary

Alastor would cross the limits of your patience by messing up the one artifact that kept you truly sane in the hellish chaos of your eternal damnation.

Furious and with your sanity hanging by a thread you throw him away from your presence, however he would give you a surprise something... impossible to believe.

After an exhausting day decorating the hotel, you finally managed to escape to the quiet of your room. You didn't expect that recommending you as a Christmas decorating helper would keep you busy for so many hours, but Charlie's energy and enthusiasm were impossible to ignore. Now, as you closed the door behind you, exhaustion was building in your shoulders, and a heavy sigh escaped your lips. You had earned this small moment of peace, and you didn't plan to waste it.

You lay back on the bed, letting the mattress envelop you with its familiarity. You stared at the ceiling, your thoughts wandering in a back-and-forth between the bustle of the day and the comfort of the present. It was then that something crossed your mind, something that had taken a backseat amidst the chaos of the decorations: the new artifact you had obtained.

With renewed momentum, you got out of bed and crossed the room to your dresser. There it was, just as you had left it. A flash of excitement lit up your face as your fingers glided over the smooth surface of the small player. Its sleek, minimalist design made you feel as if you were holding a fragment of your past life, a reminder of the technology you had cherished so much on Earth.

You opened it carefully, admiring the details and precision of its manufacture. Nostalgia settled in your chest, warm and comforting. After a few seconds of scanning, you rushed to pair it with your phone, feeling strangely excited about what was about to happen. Connectivity was surprisingly fast, and soon, the room was filled with a melody you recognized instantly.

The music flowed with astonishing clarity, so clear that it seemed impossible that it was coming from this corner of hell. You closed your eyes, allowing the notes to transport you to another time, another place. Images of your life on Earth paraded through your mind: happy moments, more difficult ones, but all tinged with a sense of belonging that you thought was lost. Without realizing it, you smiled, letting the music envelop you.

You were so immersed in the melody that you didn't notice it at first. A soft rustling sound broke the air, barely audible, but peculiar enough to open your eyes. You froze for a moment, hoping it was a figment of your imagination, but then came a sound you knew all too well: a low, mocking laugh that reverberated like an echo in your room.

You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The energy that filled the room, that peculiar magnetism accompanied by a faint hint of static, gave it away. Still, you let out a sigh, more exasperated than surprised.

— I knew this was too good to last —you muttered under your breath, though your comment was clearly directed at the intruder.

— Well, well...— he began, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he took a step toward you.— It seems that someone is indulging in artifacts of... dubious provenance? Not from Voxtek, that despicable creation of my dear enemy? What would you think if I told you that this might be more dangerous than you think?

As you opened your eyes and slowly turned around, there he was, leaning confidently against the door frame, his trademark grin stretching from ear to ear. Alastor was staring at the player as if it were an object out of place, something that shouldn't exist. His gaze exuded curiosity, disdain and, of course, that unsettling touch of amusement that always seemed to accompany it.

You sit up, hugging the player as if to protect it from his comments.

— Don't start, Alastor. It's just music, not a lethal weapon. —you reply, rolling your eyes.

— Oh, my dear — he said with a chuckle that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up —everything that comes from Vox is a weapon, whether physical or psychological. And you, so naive, here you are enjoying it as if it were nothing.

Before you could respond, a flash of his green magic sparkled in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the player floated from your hands. You jerked up, alarmed, but it was too late. Alastor's grin widened just as the small device exploded in a burst of smoke and sparks.

— Alastor! —you shouted, indignantly, as the smell of burning permeated the air.

He simply shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence.

— Oh, my, how clumsy of me. My magic must have been out of control. What a tragedy, isn't it?

You clenched your fists, feeling anger boil in your chest. — You're a fucking lunatic! —you snapped, pointing at the remains of the player. You had no right!

Alastor bowed his head, his smile losing some of its amusement to become something more dangerous.

— I did it for your sake. That artifact was an unnecessary distraction... and a risk, considering who makes it.

—That wasn't your decision! —You retorted, taking a step towards him, furious. — I'm not one of your puppets, Alastor. You can't control me like everyone else.

For a moment, his smile faded, and something shone in his eyes that you couldn't identify. Then, in one fluid motion, he leaned toward you, standing close enough that you could feel the static in the air. His voice descended to a deep, menacing whisper.

— I may not be able to control you, but I can protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself.

You didn't know what to say in response. Its proximity was overwhelming, its intensity crushing. But you refused to back down, even as you felt your heart pounding. You stared at him, your eyes challenging his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Finally, Alastor straightened, the smile returning to his lips.

— Consider this a lesson, my dear. All that glitters is not gold... nor all that sings, music. — With that, he spun on his heel and disappeared in a flash of static.

You stood alone in your room, the remains of the player strewn at your feet, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration... and something else you didn't want to admit. But one thing was certain: you didn't plan to let this confrontation end here.

...

The incident with the player was still fresh in your memory, like a puncture wound that had not yet healed. Less than 24 hours had passed, but the pent-up rage in your chest remained latent, burning beneath the surface. You had tried to reason it out, to find a justification for Alastor's absurd reaction, but nothing could calm your frustration.

It was clear that this maniac did not understand the existence of limits, or perhaps he simply refused to respect them. What exasperated you most was that, before you could even explain to him that the device was specifically modified to block any attempt at Vox espionage, he had already reduced it to a pile of smoldering junk. And now, every time you remembered it, a new surge of fury came over you, along with a fleeting desire to rip off one of those deer ears as punishment.

Of course, you knew that would only happen in your imagination. Instead of losing yourself in vengeful fantasies, you promise yourself that you would ignore it completely. It was a small punishment, but symbolic enough to perhaps make you understand that you had crossed a line.

So there you were, sitting at the lobby bar, sharing light conversation with Angel Dust and Husk. The conversation flowed easily, and for the first time all day, you felt something akin to calm. Angel was in his typical over-the-top mode, dramatizing some recent gossip, while Husk grumbled in the background and poured himself another drink. The dynamic was simple and comfortable, just what you needed to distract you.

But then you felt it.

A slight vibration in the air, like a flash of static electricity running across your skin. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The familiarity of that presence, its distinctive energy, was unmistakable. Alastor had arrived.

His arrival was, as always, theatrical. A shadow snaked across the floor to position itself behind you, followed by the characteristic crackle of static. Even without looking at him, you could feel his attention focused on you, that piercing gaze that seemed to pierce anyone with a mixture of amusement and menace.

However, you weren't going to give it to them that easy. You had made a decision, and you planned to stick to it. You pretended not to notice his presence, even as Angel Dust abruptly stopped speaking, his eyes flickering with surprise at seeing the demon so close to you.

— Well, well... What now? — Angel muttered, clearly interested in what was about to happen.

You, on the other hand, just took the last sip of your drink. You felt the warmth of the liquor slide down your throat as you set the glass down on the bar with deliberate calm. This was no time to hesitate.

Without turning, you rose from your chair with a confidence that would almost surprise yourself. You could feel Alastor still watching you, his attention intensifying with each step you took. Angel Dust tried to fill the awkward silence with a mocking comment, but you didn't even get to hear it.

The only thing you did was to raise a hand, with a gesture that left no room for misinterpretation: your middle finger pointing clearly in the direction where you knew Alastor was. All without turning an inch, remaining completely oblivious to his presence, as if he deserved nothing more than that gesture of disdain.

The silence that fell in the hall was almost deafening. You could feel Husk slowly put his glass down, and Angel Dust's jaw almost touched the floor. Neither of them dared say a word, their eyes alternating between you and Alastor.

You, for your part, continue on your way to the exit without looking back, though you could well imagine the demon's expression behind you. It was rare that he didn't intervene immediately, and that gave you a small spark of satisfaction.

Let him stand there with his broken smile and bruised ego , you thought with a flash of pride as you walked away.

Perhaps you did not have the satisfaction of witnessing it, but behind you, in the center of the hall, Alastor's eye began to wobble in a nervous and violent twitch, barely perceptible to anyone who did not know him.

Without a word, Alastor let out an inaudible sigh, a vain attempt to release the tension that was beginning to form in his shoulders. His gaze drifted momentarily to Angel and Husk, who were still transfixed, eyes wide and lips parted, too shocked by what they had just witnessed. Angel, in particular, seemed to be processing the scene with visible effort, as if he couldn't decide if he should laugh, make a comment, or just run away before the tension erupted.

Alastor gave them no such treat. Without a word, and without allowing his emotions to seep past that lingering twitch in his eye, he vanished into the shadows abruptly, almost aggressively.

Christmas Eve came earlier than you would have liked. Although the hotel decorations had turned out spectacular, thanks in large part to your help, the holiday itself brought mixed feelings. Charlie had organized a simple, personal gift exchange, handing out carefully selected gifts to each resident.

When it was your turn, you opened your gift and found a beautiful necklace. The chain was thin but sturdy, with a delicate pendant that seemed to sparkle even in the dim light of the hallway. You admired it for a few moments before thanking Charlie with a genuine smile. The princess, always attentive, returned you a warm look, happy that she had been right with her choice. All around you, laughter and murmurs of amazement filled the air as everyone admired the gifts they received.

However, despite the warmth of the celebration, something inside you didn't quite click. You couldn't stop your thoughts from going back to the player you had lost. It was more than just a device to you. It represented a tangible link to memories of your life on Earth, a connection to moments that now seemed more distant than ever. And Alastor, with his characteristic arrogance, had destroyed it without even allowing you to explain. Even amidst the laughter and joy of others, you felt an emptiness you could not ignore.

When you couldn't take it anymore, you decided to retire earlier than expected. You offered a quick excuse, something about being tired from the busy day, and slipped away from the hustle and bustle of the lobby. As you reach your room, you notice something strange. In front of your door, carefully placed on the floor, was a package wrapped in deep red paper, decorated with a perfectly tied golden bow.

You frowned, puzzled. It bore no card or sender, but there was something familiar about the way it was decorated. With a mixture of curiosity and caution, you bent down to pick it up, feeling the weight of the object in your hands. Once inside your room, you sat on the edge of the bed and began to unwrap it, fingers working carefully over the easily yielding paper.

What you found inside made the air clog your lungs. It was a music player, but not just any music player. This wasn't a modern Voxtek model; it was terrestrial, a classic model that you recognized instantly. Its design was timeless, with clean lines and details that made it unique. It seemed restored with almost obsessive care, every detail carefully adjusted. The screen glowed softly when you turned it on, and as soon as the music began to play, a nostalgic warmth enveloped you. The sound was crisp and warm, unlike anything you'd ever heard in Hell. It was like an echo from another time, one you thought was lost forever.

You didn't need clues to know who had left it. The decoration of the package, the precision with which the player had been restored... everything bore his unmistakable stamp. A soft, almost involuntary smile tugged at your lips as you ran your fingers over the smooth surface of the device. Alastor. In a strange and eccentric way, he had tried to redeem himself. Perhaps he would never admit it, but this gesture spoke more than any words he could ever utter.

You lay back on the bed, letting the music fill the room. You looked toward the window, wondering if he would be nearby, hiding in the shadows, watching as was typical of him. But you decide not to look for him. You knew that if he wanted to talk, he would do so in his own way and in his own time. For now, this gesture was enough. It represented more than any verbal apology could convey.

The music continued to flow, enveloping the space with a warmth that did not come from the sound alone. It was the warmth of knowing that, despite everything, Alastor had the ability to surprise you, to show that beneath his cloak of arrogance and cruelty, there was something more. A small glimmer of humanity that, though it rarely peeked through, was there.

You stood there, letting the music and the sense of redemption fill every corner of your room. Alastor could be many things: manipulative, self-centered, even terrifying. But at that moment, he wasn't as despicable as he liked to pretend.

Yes, he definitely wasn't as despicable after all.

[ani-radio]

Inspired by this ⬇️:

[ironborealis]

@elsa-fogen

Just a little thing that's been itching at me, with your lovely Charlie's Toy AU.

***///***

"...I was starting to think he was just a figment of my imagination," Charlie yawns, and Vaggie pauses brushing out her girlfriend's long blonde strands for a moment.

"Oh?"

Before today, Vaggie had thought that Alastor was just a childhood friend of Charlie's, one who maybe died during an Extermination Day, and that's why Charlie always seemed a bit sad when she talked about him -- another reason she was so passionate about ending the exterminations.

The demon that appeared on their doorstep today like a demented Mary Poppins was nothing like what she'd pictured her girlfriend's childhood best friend to be.

She'd come running when she'd heard Charlie shrieking in the entrance, spear at the ready.

She'd been about to throw it at the red demon that had ensnared the now sobbing Charlie, when a black tentacle had wrenched the spear from her grasp and firmly planted it into an adjacent wall. The spear hit with such force that the plaster cracked and one of the pictures fell to the floor.

"Oh Charlie," the demon cooed, "Don't your friends know better than to run inside with spears? Now dry those eyes, give me a smile, and introduce me to your new friends."

The words were sticky sweet, but the look in the demon's eyes was utterly cold. This, Vaggie knew instinctively, was not a demon to be trusted or crossed.

"Mmm... It was like one day he was here and the next he just poof! Disappeared. Mom and Dad said he went to go live on a farm in one of the Upper Rings, but I knew that couldn't be right because he wouldn't just leave me and not say anything -- eventually they wouldn't talk about him at all. I started to think that I made him up... It wasn't like I had a lot of friends, it'd make sense that I might make one up."

Vaggie's heart breaks a little at the thought of Charlie ever being lonely as a child -- because Charlie is so good, so kind, and it seems like few people really appreciate that about her.

She doesn't think Alastor appreciates that about her either, except as something he can use to manipulate Charlie. Why else would he disappear for fourteen years, only to show up and offer to 'help' with the hotel out of the blue?

To (grudgingly) give Alastor credit, his magic made renovations a lot faster.

He was also someone powerful enough to summon other demons, including a minor overlord like Husk, to come work for the hotel.

There's something off about Alastor and Vaggie's going to get to the bottom of it, hopefully before he can hurt Charlie again.

[agenericplaceholdername]

Reminder that interdimensional radio has been a part of Ninjago canon for over 6 years, and isn't even treated like a revolutionary technology:

Not sure if this is more or less wild than the Ninjago equivalent of an Apple Watch having a "Temporal Anomaly Locator" but it's certainly up there.

[onesidedradiostatic]

some of the tags on my edit are making me think:

do you think random sinners who watched everything in stayed gone and never met alastor in person have like fan interpretations of how he looks like based on this one shitty drawing and his voice.

some draw him with a full body of fur. some draw him with a nose, some draw him without a nose. they come up with their own colour palettes too and they all look very different. there are some popular, agreed on interpretations of him too that are commonly drawn

some have interpreted the monocle to be a goofy mismatched eye so there are a lot of people who draw him like that too with one big eye and one small eye

vox has seen all of them and lost his mind about them because they're so WRONG AND INACCURATE (okay maybe he laughed at some of them, but how the hell is he going to enjoy sexy alastor art if they all draw him wrongly? and val doesn't care enough to draw him often) and he wonders if he should have just used the actual picture he had of him for his news broadcast instead so he wouldn't have to be subjected to these horrendously inaccurate interpretations of him. this is why he sent a proper reference when he commissioned luci--

[chocolatepyrusart]

Chaggie Outfits + Wedding Entourage 👼👑💖

[selineram3421]

*escapes from homework* I finally have some time!

Alastor X Reader Small Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ alcohol, cuddles, kisses(implied make out) ⚠

Drunk In Love🥂

You didn't drink alcohol all that often, only a bit during special occasions, but most of the time you were sober.

Alastor was the one who drank more, but it wasn't bothering in the slightest. He would only drink what he could handle, and when he was comfortable enough he'd drink till he was tipsy.

It didn't happen often but you were always nearby when it did.

Today was a normal one, nothing really happened in the hotel. It was its usual lack of guest, so the Princess called an early day.

Now you and the Radio Demon were back home, relaxing in the living room, Alastor sitting nearby the cellarette bar with a drink in his hand. You were on the couch, reading the encyclopedia of herbs that you managed to find deep in the library.

Too transfixed with the book, you didn't notice that the man in red had finished most of the bottle.

"Darling?", he called out, the glass in his hand making a sound as he set it down on top of the cellarette.

"Hm?", you hummed, not looking up from the book.

"Darliiiing~"

Now that's odd. You thought taking in the tone of his voice and looked up from your book, finding the deer demon's smile widen once you were looking at him.

"Come here my darling~", he holds out a hand for you, head tilted to the side a bit with a slight blush on his face. "I want to hold you."

He's..drunk? You close your book before slowly setting it down. No, almost there but not quite.

Standing up, you made your way over to him. Taking his outstretched hand, letting him guide you to sit down on his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck. To get comfortable, you wrap an arm around his neck and rest the other on his chest.

"J’aime sentir ton corps contre le mien."

( I love feeling your body against mine. )

A blush forms on your face and you avert your eyes. "How much did you drink?", you ask, looking over at the bottle.

"Not too much.", he sighs out.

You shiver when feeling his breath on your neck. Holding your breath when feeling him smirk against your skin.

"Tu es si mignonne." (You're so adorable.)

"I'm not.", you mumble, earning a chuckle from him.

"You are.", he replies before kissing your neck.

Feeling your heart skip a beat as he kisses up your neck, you move the hand on his shoulder to the back of his head, encouraging him to continue.

"Mon amour." (My love.)

Kiss, on the pulse of your neck.

"Ma vie." (My life.)

Kiss, on the underside of your jaw.

"Mon cœur." (My heart.)

Kiss, behind your ear.

The smell from the alcohol was starting to get to you, but you really wanted a kiss.

"Alastor.", you pulled back, looking at his flushed face as he slowly blinked at you. "Please kiss me already."

"Of course.", he says and leans in.

Reciprocating the kiss, all is forgotten about the alcohol. It felt like you two were the only demons in Hell.

Maybe...you could get a little drunk.

In love, that is.

*gets dragged back into the depths of assignments* LET ME KNOW IF MY TRANSLATIONS ARE WRONG!!!

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

@c4rved-pumpk1n @willowaudreykeyes @stolas-thebirb @kiraisastay @scary-noodlesblog @ducky-died-inside @naelys-the-aster @biromanticboba @+?

ML for Alastor🎙

[radioroxx]

prev reblog reminded me of this but it wasnt related enough to put into the tags so

hc that siffrin spent the first week or so of travelling with the party not actually knowing what they were doing / what the quest was for. he was just happy to help :)

[katyakurae]

Let's have some fun in New Years Eve at the Hazbin Tavern!

ONE LAST DOODLE BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS! YAY!

Alastor's outfit inspired in DunMeshi Canaries? Yes sir.

Happy new year guys! Hope this 2025 brings us more Alastor brainrot ;)

[mnfrostofficial]

I'm wondering about games watched period, whether it's live or delayed. if multiple options apply, just pick whichever fits best. feel free to expand in tags, I'm curious!