#alastors mom rp

[grandma-susan]

Hello Susan, hi again-you see as a sign of goodwill I made you some muffins…as an apology for all my son as done to you

@alastors-mom-rp

Susan glances at the muffins and back up at May. She takes one, and says "What is he 5???????? Grown men don't need their mothers to apologize for them!" and takes a bite. "Your muffins are too sweet." She points to the group of kids near the corner, "Give the rest to them runts over there."

[radioiaci]

⧐ @alastors-mom-rp

Sentiment is not often a word that Alastor considers to be in his vocabulary. Even when it is clearly something he still harbors somewhere in the muck and bile of his ever-tainted Soul. When memories trudge their way up and into the forefronts of his mind, he actively pushes them aside - they will do him no good, on most days. But sometimes, they are pervasive: the thoughts of an old friend lost, the grief given to missed opportunities, and the subtle reminders that he had once been human. Given life, given connection, given family.

His father now was of no consequence, divorced entirely from even the very concept of family and thought of as nothing more than a sickening display of humanity's worst. An example to be made. But his mother...? Another fact and figure entire.

Alastor had spent the better part of his childhood glued to her side, an ever present and doting son by any measure. Well behaved and proper, though he'd always had an issue with her insistence on pulling him into the musty old churches filled with proselytizing simpletons in an attempt to convince him to cement his Soul as one meant to eventually traverse past the pearly gates. He was certain she would be disappointed that he'd never bothered to follow the rites and rituals.

But she had other reasons to be disappointed in him. Since the taking of his own familial fate in his hands - the sharpened kitchen knife being thrust so artfully and purposefully into his father's rather pliant and aged flesh (ahh, such a sweet, uniquely heinous display) - she had grown so distant as to be nearly unrecognizable. Or maybe it was he himself who was unrecognizable.

That oh-so-blessed dance of Death that he began to fall into step with had all but eluded her until he was more than an adult - and thriving, to boot. It had only been his sloppy confidence that had resulted in her discovery of his acts at all.

And then she no longer looked at him. Did not call on him. No longer opened the door to him when he made attempts to see her. Continually, he lied to himself. Perhaps she would see reason eventually.

At least, he'd thought, she had not betrayed him to the authorities. Not that it mattered much when he took the bullet to the brain only a few months later. Her fate remained a mystery. Surely, she'd gone to Heaven. She'd always been religious. And so Alastor resigned himself to never being given the opportunity to apologize - to tell her the things he should have in their life together.

But, as he stood with umbrella in hand, unfocused gaze drifting somewhere vaguely upwards at some of the gaudier signs that decorating the buildings in the Pride ring's busier districts that continued to flicker despite the acid rain, he did not think that he would have been able to find the strength to apologize anyway. Or the introspection.

Alastor did not regret his kills. Not a single one. Whether innocent or otherwise. It had all been in pursuit of the craft. Justified, in his mind, because who among them had not Sinned? Not he, and certainly not any of the collective of bodies he'd masterfully subjected to his own machinations and eventual disposal among the murky waters of the Louisiana bayou. All to serve their purpose. A noble cause for any man or woman.

A foolish thought, he decided, to think that his mother would ever consider him any more than what he was.

Perhaps he'd always known.

[damnedrainbows]

@alastors-mom-rp God, wait till he sees what I’m drawing may in

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, MOTHER??

[arachnaemboss]

Question , would zestial aka gilf spider sassy be interested in milf @alastors-mom-rp

hi! AND UHH maybe!! it depends on chemistry!

[metaladam]

" Your son is a sinner. Are you suggesting you have sensibilities for a demon? What did you expect to happen hear?? You thought you would waltz in and order me around? I have a job to do. Go home, stop being a dumb ass."

An apology, for one, for cutting my sons chest open with your guitar axe thingy magig

She said plainly, crossing her arms over her chest

[alastorsmother]

Hear me out, yandere vox

[little-queer-bee]

Looking for a Hazbin hotel Roleplay? Lookin for a bottom roleplay partner? Hoping to find someone you can rp with for potentially years at all hours of the day? Look no further!

I AM DESPERATE PLEASE I WILL DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING.

I am currently looking for Hazbin hotel roleplay partners! I do rp on discord in dm/in personal servers and in public servers! Down bellow ive listed a bunch of different stuff about me and my rp style.

Discord - sorrowbee

I am vehemently pro ship fuck off if you don't care for it. I don't wanna debate.

Lil one paragraph introduction:

Allo i am jami, I have been Arping for fucking years (15ish years) and need constant engagement or i get board. I am constantly coming up with new ideas and simply want someone willing to explore it with me. I want long time commitment. longterm friendship type shit. I am a pest who has weird….weird really weird ships and rp interests. Dark shit comes from this mind. I want friends who like to explore the darker side of writing and who enjoy sappy shit and hurtcomfort. uvu Gotta set these bitches up to fall only to bring them back up again. I am into writing some seriously fucked up shit and want people to come to me with an open mind and an eye for a fun engaging time.

Canon characters or ocs? both?:

Both! i love doing both! I am currently on a kick where i want nothing more than to rp my oc but thats workaroundbale. thats a word i swear.

Small list of characters I play!:

Adelia (my oc), Alastor, Husker (side), Vox, Velvette

Small list of doable ships!:

AdeliaVox, VoxAl, HuskAngel(side ship) , Adeliaanyone, AdeliaVoxAnyone, Voxalmost anyone, the entire cast in a poly ship. other polyships.

Not Safe for Work?

yes (I am into many things but like to do things with mommy/daddy issue vibes, age gap, size dif, monsters, cnc, dubcon, the big stuff you know can be discussed more in depth)

Dead Dove?

yes. I really like exploring things with gore and sensitive topics not seen in rp and fanfic a whole lot. We can go into depth about it and set yes and nos. It is not necessary to make a good rp though.

Bellow are a bunch of lil rp snippits of mine!

[ask-alastors-mom]

Alastor had stayed close by, he wouldn't have gone too far. Not with how his mother was feeling. It was almost like a sense when he felt it. Something was wrong. His shadows wrapped around him an he appeared in the room. Tentacles sticking out, a growl had escaped him expecting danger.

That was until he saw his mother near tears. "Mother, what happened?"

@alastorbyalex

( What if I just :) )

Mays voice broke as she spoke hiding her teary face in her hands

No please, please don’t look at me alastor

It was reminiscent of a similar time a mother begging her son to look away her eyes scrunched up with bruises with only more to come she curled into herself her hooves digging into the sheets uncomfortably she hated them she hated them SHE HATED THEM-She hated Him SHE HATED HIM

Don’t look at your mother, please don’t look

Her voice cracked is this what her son felt all the time? No no of course not he was different oh so different from her….but was he really?

[king--of--ducks]

At the mention of Charlie, Lucifer’s slight interest turned into full interest. Lucifer smiled wide, slightly bouncing up and down on his heals.

🍎Oh, you talked to Charlie? My little girl really is wonderful, isn’t she? She’s always seeing the best in even some of the worst people, I’ve only ever seen her genuinely hate two people! And her dreams are starting to be achieved, and she’s engaged—Jeez, I can’t believe my little girl is all grown up—, and…and I’m rambling…🍎

May wasn’t quite sure if she should bow or curtsy, Lucifer was the king of hell correct? Or was that a thing only in books maybe it would come across as offensive. The woman realized she hadn’t spoke yet simply stating down at the man in silent, her face came a lit with blush

I’m sorry-! I’m may, im Alastors mother! It’s so nice to meet you…your highness?

She awkwardly curtsies her ears pinned against the back of her head in embarrassment

@alastors-mom-rp

[[OMFGOMFG, I LOVE UR BLOG SM, IMMA SOB—keep it together Andy!]]

🍎Oh, uh, it’s nice to meet you, May. There’s no need for the formalities, you can just call me Lucifer!🍎

Lucifer disliked MOST of the Alastors in the multiverse for sure, but all of them seemed to talk of their mom being suck a lovely woman. He had zero problems with her, they’d only just met.

🍎So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?🍎

[thebabyradiodemon]

Mu- Mama? Whew awre u? Mama I's scawed! Mama, Mama, MAMA M NEED U!!! *He's about to snap at any second*

[grandma-susan]

SUSAN, since last time you said my muffins were too sweet I made you something a bit more savory. They’re Cornbread with peppers, onions and cheese, try one

She hands Susan the muffin with a very strained smile, her ears pressed against her head

@alastors-mom-rp

What in God's inflamed asshole was this woman doing back here again? Were the nightmarish kids chasing her down the street screeching on top of their lungs for muffins not enough the last time? Susan shifted a quick glance at the woman. She could see May was mustering all her energy to smile, but her ears said a very different story.

"I've already eaten and your acting is horrendous! Drop that phony smile of yours, I can see where he gets it! Your ears give it all away. If you don't like me, then BUZZ off! You ain't doing yourself any favors by trying to sweeten me up with your muffins. This ain't some quaint little provincial town, where everyone gets along!" What Susan would LOVE to do was chase her off with her cane, but she didn't feel like having a bellowing and screeching jackalope at her house at 3am in the morning with his unkempt claws ruining her garden beds. His crackling static was annoying enough.

Susan flicked a finger in front of May, "I said it before..." And it flicked back to the side "-and I'll say it again. Your so called son is a GROWN. ASS. MAN. He doesn't need his Mother crawling around on her belly with baked goods tryin' to appease some old croon he dislikes in the park! The feeling is mutual." She hissed bitterly with displeasure and contempt. Some man he was if he was relying on his mother to smooth over relations with muffins.

[radioiaci]

@alastors-mom-rp ⧐ Does this mean I’ll be getting a son in law via that tv headed man, alastor? UNPROMPTED ASKS.

"You barely have a son now. Absolutely not."

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Lucifer may have his issues, but Alastor would be as shitty a dad as Vox is a mom.

"I'm still not a mom."

"You sure? Cause Charle seemed on board with it!"

[metaladam]

Where was Lute? Oh whatever fine, he had nothing else to do.

" Alright, I'll bite. Why are you here and what the fuck do you want?"

Good lord, no wonder Lilith left, Jesus…

May scowled, trying her best to keep herself polite, keep her mind open, maybe her son did something (even though he would never! Her son was an Angel) maybe it was a huge misunderstanding.

I can assure you sir, I feel repulsed even touching you. You can get whatever…dirty thoughts you have in whatever is left of your brain.

She quickly wiped her hand off on her apron; Keep smiling May, the man obviously had some form of brain damage to act this way, there was no other possible way a grown adult would be acting like a child!

[statiicstag]

@alastors-mom-rp

The Radio Demon as a household name was certainly not synonymous with being a hero, and Alastor didn't consider himself one. The very notion was enough to make him curl his lip with disgust, which is why he generally tried to not make a habit out of playing the savior. It would be absolutely detrimental to his reputation if he did, and he had quite the reputation to uphold.

But, sometimes...he simply couldn't turn a blind eye, a deaf ear, to a woman suffering at the hands of some degenerate brute. He refused to analyze why that was. Regardless, every now and again he'd make the exception, today being one of those times.

The carnage of the woman's harasser lay at his feet, reduced to a puddle of gore and entrails. He had truly taken his time with this one, rejoicing in the sound of his screams as he had tore him limb from limb, starting with each individual finger and each individual toe. He had nowhere else important to be today, so what's the point in rushing, hm?

Usually the victims don't stick around, likely out of fear and that is quite fine with him. He doesn't do it for them as much as for himself, to quell that irritating tug inside him that beckons him to step in.

When he turns to walk away, polishing his monocle, perfectly pristine as if he hadn't just committed an ungodly slaughter, he is standing right in front of the woman whose screams so familiar had called him to this alleyway.

Normally, he ignores them and walks away when they choose to stay. But there's something so familiar in her eyes, it makes him take pause, his own widening. Something unsettling finds itself lodged in his chest.

❝ ..Pardon me for asking, but do I know you? ❞

[alastorsmother]

Vox: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Adelia is? Because Adelia is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass. Alastor: Vox: Alastor: ... Vox: I'm gonna run now... Alastor: You have five seconds.. Vox: *turns and bolts*