#alastor's wound

[fullychaotichell]

someone stop Alastor from self-medicating, he's not as good at it as he thinks 😔😤

But yes, no, all these doodles were an excuse to draw Alastor in pyjamas, and also to figure out how to draw his hooves (and ofc angst in general pff)

Also, these were heaaavily inspired by this specific drawing @notherpuppet did! I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I saw it, so you could sorta call this fanart of fanart pff

[goldsnek]

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[notwhatiam]

Look, I know we’re all intrigued by the concept of Alastor’s angelic wound being healed by Lucifer, but. He is from the 30s. Is there also a possibility that he’s just gonna do some cocaine about it

[asherashedwings]

We are trans Alastor truthers in this household

I love hitting my faves with the trans beam

[vii-doodles]

StaticApple Week Day 5: Video Game Ref

Guess the game right and the androids will be nice to you

[allastoredeer]

Hey I have a question about the “Undercover angel au” that being. Is Al still human? Like as in was he once a human that died and went to heaven? Or is he part of heaven’s hierarchy? I ask this cause I remember reading a fanfic with a similar idea this and the had Al be apart of heaven’s hierarchy. Also is his character background changed too or is that the same?

Al was a human who'd died and went to Heaven, so he's a not part of the Heaven's hierarchy.

His background is actually more or less the same. He did murder a lot of people when he was alive, but the only reason he's in Heaven is because it was only BAD people he killed. Legitimately bad people. People who definitely wouldn't have made it into Heaven.

He was also a social activist and used his radio show to both entertain and keep his audience informed of current issues. He was on the front lines of a lot of local, political issues, challenged the status quo, and helped his community in a lot of ways.

He murdered a lot of people,

buuuuut

he helped a lot more people.

So when he died, up to Heaven he went. (He was very surprised too.)

I kind of see this loop hole in the same way that Adam gets to get away with killing mercilessly, via the Exterminations, and isn't condemned for doing it. To Heaven, the people he's killing are Sinners--you know, the bad people, the ones who "threaten" Heaven's power--thus it's for a "good cause" and can be "excused."

The people Alastor murdered were bad people, and like Adam, he enjoyed killing them. He enjoyed it immensely. It was his own, dark way of performing social justice, his own way of fighting for a "good cause," and he doesn't regret any of it.

So, technically, when he died, he fell under the same little loop hole Heaven made for Adam, and despite knowing that Alastor killed people when he was alive, they can't question his right to be there.

Afterall, Heaven doesn't make mistakes.

[altruisticalastor]

Not me spending way too much time thinking about reader!wife aus and the guilt Alastor might've felt after he died. Not about the things he's done, heavens no, he doesn't feel the least bit guilty about that! But he does regret that his beloved will find out about his...activities upon his death and the mess she'll have to endure because of it. Not to mention the scorn she'll no doubt deal with from their neighbors and community for having been married to a monster like him. Indeed, he does feel bad about that. Her life will no doubt be worse off because of his absence.

Oh and did I mention that I'm totally picturing a reader!wife who flinches when someone knocks on a door? Because the knocks echo in her mind and suddenly she's back listening to the steady knocking on her and Alastor's front door and answering it to see an officer who's face she can't recall. But she remembers all too vividly the despair of learning of Alastor's death. Oh yes, she went to Hell long before her actual death~

Just me thinking about totally normal things yup!

OH MY… GOD….

[eggcats]

Everybody Loves Vox AU: Alastor has only cracked/shattered Vox's screen once.

It was entirely by accident during their first fight after Vox upgraded from his classic CRT model into his first flatscreen.

Alastor hit him with an attack that on his CRT would only chip/crack some of his casing around his screen (easy enough for him to heal from without even needing to replace anything). Except, with the new flatscreen model with less protection around it, he shatters the screen entirely instead.

Vox is immediately almost out of the fight entirely - hardly able to see, glitching, screen rapidly cycling through error screens. Alastor is horrified and immediately ditches the fight.

(Maybe this is the "almost beat you that time" fight that Alastor ran away from? Alastor left so clearly that means he lost the fight, right?)

Every fight since Alastor has been careful not to hit anywhere near his screen or throw him in a way he'd land on it. Vox thinks he's just gotten better at protecting his face during their fights.

[forget-me-ghost]

There is something about Alastor's eyebags that brings me joy

This man is chronically tired and, for some reason, this is very important to me.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 2 - Thriller

@wolfstarmicrofic July 2, word count 989

CW- Blood, guns, gunshot, open wound

Sirius darted down side streets and into alleyways. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as it dragged oxygen into his exhausted body. Pounding footsteps approached. He ducked down behind the small rubbish bins, clamping his hand over his mouth, so his rapid breathing didn’t give him away. 

Multiple footsteps ran past his hiding place, but one set lingered, turning into the alleyway. Sirius took a few steadying breaths and tensed his muscles, ready for action. The person came closer, kicking the bins out of his way. There was only one bin left between them. With all his remaining strength, Sirius kicked the bin, knocking his pursuer to the ground. He launched himself over him, catching a glimpse of his face on his way past. The man’s mask had slipped. It was Regulus. Fuck! Sirius took off running the way he’d come, the others long gone. A shot rang out behind him as he sped around a corner. It just missed him, ricocheting off the wall right where his head had been a second before. Regulus never missed. What was he playing at? Sirius didn’t hang around to find out.

He laid low until he could get to the safe house. When he finally felt it was safe, he made his way there, making sure she wasn’t followed. A grizzled man was waiting for him. He held a gun to Sirius’s temple while he searched him and took the flash drive from his pocket. 

“Congratulations, Black. You managed to not fuck up an assignment or get killed doing so,” Moody grunted at him. 

“Regulus was there,” He told him. Moody took a deep breath and growled. 

“Did he make you?” He spat through his teeth. 

“I don’t know. I threw a bin at him and ran. He took a shot, but he missed and you know he never misses his target.” Moody grumbled something under his breath that Sirius didn’t catch. 

“We’re going to get you a partner for your next mission. Ah, no, I don’t want to hear it, Black,” He said when Sirius tried to protest. “If Regulus is caught up in this then it’s too dangerous to send you out alone. He knows how you think, how you move and how you fight. You’ll be a liability we can’t afford to have.” Sirius gritted his teeth, but he knew it was for the best. 

“Who do you have in mind?” He blew out. Resigned to his fate. 

“New lad. Ridiculously smart. Calm in a crisis. Perfect balance for you and your chaos.” Sirius rolled his eyes. 

“Has Mr Perfect got a name then?” 

“Remus Lupin,” Moody grinned a toothy smile. Sirius felt a chill wash over him. 

Remus Lupin turned out to be a tall, skinny, well-spoken man who shouldn't have been anywhere near all this.

 Moody had them train together. “I want you to know each other inside and out. Shut up Black, that is not what I meant and you know it.” Sirius bit his tongue to keep from smiling. “You need to work together or no assignments. Do I make myself clear?” They both nodded.

They trained together for weeks, learning how the other moved and thought until they flowed around each other, predicting what the other was going to do before they’d even thought about it. 

The other side had a plan for something terrible and it was their job to infiltrate and find out what was going to happen. 

Sirius watched in awe as Remus expertly picked the locks on a small side door and they slipped into the dark building. 

It was freezing inside. Sirius shook it off, getting his head in the zone. 

They made slow progress up the levels. Riddle would be on the top floor, with his second-in-command on the floor below. That’s where the information would be. 

He couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was too easy. Why hadn’t they met any of the grunts lower down? 

He gingerly pushed open the door to the floor they needed and crept into the large-decadently-styled open room. Remus sped across the room to the computer and began trying to find the information. It was taking too long, and Sirius felt the panic setting in. 

“Hurry up, Remus,” He hissed, his gun trained on the only door in or out of the room. A hidden door on the far wall opened silently. 

“Tut tut, brother of mine. I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, are you?” Regulus drawled, his gun pointing at Remus. “Call off your man and I might let you out of this building,” Sirius froze and turned to Remus in horror. 

“Come on, Reggie, you know it’s me you want.”  

“I’ve been watching you, Sirius. I know exactly how you feel about him,” Sirius swallowed. Remus typed furiously on the computer. He gasped and met Sirius’s eyes. He’d found something. Remus suddenly jumped up, a flash drive in his hand.

Regulus cocked his gun.

“You don’t think you’re going anywhere with that, do you?” Regulus held out his hand. “Give it here, Lupin.” He swung his gun to Sirius, who’d started inching towards Remus. “Ah, ah, Sirius, no sneaking now. Hand it over, Lupin!” He repeated, pulling back the hammer on the gun. “Final warning, give it to me!” 

The gun went off and Sirius dove in front of Remus. 

He felt a strange pressure, he looked down and saw a small hole just below his heart, red liquid dribbling out. 

“Oh, shit,” He breathed out. Remus rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, pressing it into the wound. He screamed. 

“Keep your hand there and don’t move it,” Remus grunted as he threw Sirius over his shoulder and fled the building. 

He woke up in the hospital, somehow alive, Remus holding onto his hand and all he could think was Regulus never missed. So why had he for a second time?

[metalatias5]

Vox and Alastor surviving through an Extermination Day together back when they were still friends, based on a scene from the TF2 comics

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

{{Morbid thought of the day: what if Husk’s fall from Overlord status created the power vacuum for Valentino to rise and fill it? Could you imagine how sick with guilt Husk would feel finding out his actions led to Angel’s suffering?}}

[goldsnek]

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[arcatsk]

Soon after the events of ep.8 , Alastor collapses to the ground in his room in front of Husk (you can refer to one of my previous pics of them). Husk calls in Nifty to help him tend the wounds (Nifty is very excited at first..). ----- H:"Now pass me that alcohol bottle." N:"for the wound?" H:"for me, dumbass! I want to drink!" ----- You can look at this as RadioHusk pic (as I ship them as friends AU), or as a more canon interpretation where Husk is terrified for his and Nifty's life if their boss dies (since we don't know how their contract works).

[thereifling]

Alastor Whump

After the fight with Adam

hazbin Hotel

[liliaaalee]

Okay, imagine Velvette walking through the streets of Pentagram City, returning to the Vee Tower after a shopping session and seeing a body lying on the ground in one of the alleys.

On a normal day, she would have passed by the body without giving it much thought, but today was not a normal day, no, it was not. Strangely, Velvette felt that she should get closer, sneaking through the trash in the alley, getting a better look at the sinner. Her eyes shone, four pairs of wings, four injured wings, with golden liquid dripping from them.

Velvette approached, kicking the body lightly, which led to a weak groan of pain. She didn't understand what made her do it, but the next hour, she was holed up in her apartment, with a seraph on her couch.