#charlastor week 2020

[moonlight-shadxw]

𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘝𝘌.

Charlastor week day 4: jealous/possessive.

let me know what you think! (couldn't pick between the three versions haha)

[acreshome77088]

Just a few of my favorite Charlastor fanart we have so many amazing artists who draw such beautiful Charlastor art and for that I’m so grateful.

[nepetacataria-art]

Day 3: Cooking

I love how Charlie is so childish and excited about baking and cooking.

03/03/2020 21:46 GMT -3

[devintrinidad]

Charlastor Week #7: Free Day

Alastor fingered the piles of papers that were heaped onto his desk. Although he was used to working long hours, working at the hotel was pulling at the last threads of patience that he stubbornly held onto. Of course, the hotel was entertaining, not at all boring. However, there were times when Alastor thought that he was slowly, gradually being pushed to the edge of his rope. There were times when Alastor thought about taking up Charlie’s offer to leave when his hunger for entertainment had been properly sated.

Now that the hotel was up and running, it felt like he was no longer needed.

Had the hotel only lasted for a few months?

Did Alastor have to go out into Hell and cause more chaos and terror to relieve himself of his ever present boredom?

Behind the careful mask of a smile, Alastor felt like he was going to explode from irritation. It shouldn’t have been this quick—what was he doing wrong? What more could he do to create more… more of that special something that would ease his frustration? As he thought about his conundrum and his unwillingness to face the fact that he was, yet again, bored, there were a few sharp raps on the door to his office.

Lazily, he snapped his fingers and allowed the door to swing open. It creaked a little, causing the Radio Demon to snarl a little to himself. As a prey animal demon, his hearing was highly attuned to the softest of noises; the squeal was almost too much to bear. He made a mental note to bring this oversight to Niffty later.

“Al! Guess what! I—”

At Charlie’s sudden pause, Alastor finally graced his gaze upon her figure, only to come face to face with a look of such concern, he found his smile pricking with uncertainty at the edges. Why was she looking at him that way?

He straightened in his chair and interlaced his fingers together. “Charlie, dear, are you all right?”

Charlie chuckled, a sound that initially put Alastor on edge. Was she laughing at him?

“Am I all right? Am I all right?” Charlie raised both of her arms in an overly exaggerated, exasperated manner. “I think the real question is are you all right?” At Alastor’s dumbfounded expression, Charlie elaborated. “Have you seen a mirror recently? You look like Hell, and let me tell you, I should know.”

A small laugh left Alastor’s lips. Her sense of humor was a welcome change from the monotony of doing paperwork.

“Honestly, my dear, I’ve been so busy—”

Charlie snapped her fingers and all of a sudden, Alastor was face to face with himself.

“Oh. Wow.” Alastor ran a finger through his tangled locks of hair, watching as his doppelganger in the mirror did the same. His hair was greasy and stringy, as if it had been a while since he last took a shower. Normally, Alastor was a well groomed man, meticulous to a fault. It appeared that today was just not his day, though. With a sigh, he stiffly stood up from his desk and headed past Charlie. “Charlie, it appears that I need to take care of some matters.”

Charlie laughed before catching his wrist. He turned to her, a look of confusion on his face.

“Take some time off, Al. Everyone deserves some time off!”

“I actually was planning on returning to—”

Charlie began urging him forward. “Take a break, Al! It doesn’t matter if you don’t finish your work today!” She gave him one final push in the direction of his room. “You can always do it tomorrow!”

For a moment, Alastor thought about giving more excuses to continue working after he freshened up, but he refrained. Perhaps…

Perhaps there was some merit to what Charlie said.

He flashed her a smile, a genuine that made his eyes twinkle and his eyes wrinkle at the corners.

“Thank you, my dear.”

[kr1msonkand1]

Charlastor week

Day 3: Cooking

These are just doodles from school. The 1st is more cooking and the 2nd is more baking.

[been-there-done-that-hotel]

“If you even lay a finger on him you’ll be facing ME!”

– I headcanon that if Alastor is possessive, he mostly shows it in private. Charlie, on the other hand, makes it no secret that Al is hers and hers only. Don’t mess with the princess of Hell, guys.

Charlastor Week, Day 4: Jealous/Possessive

[tenshibeth1]

Charlastor Week Day 3: Cooking

Alastor looks good...I just couldn't get her facial expression right. >< And I see now one eye is bigger than the other. And the other cheek circle didn't show up. Ugh. I changed the hair up and it helped, but it's still...off. Not totally proud of this one.

"Don't you know how to properly prepare a meal, Charlie?" Alastor teased as he grabbed her just before she could cut her finger. "You're going to hack your finger off...let me show you how it's done."

[badvibes2821]

Charlastor Week Day 1: Musical 🖤

Song: Honey Bee by Steam Powered Giraffe https://youtu.be/4S61SH_pVpg

[charliesradiodemon]

WE HAVE A LITTLE OVER ONE WEEK UNTIL CHARLASTOR WEEK EVERYONE!

A repost to remind you that Charlastor Week is coming soon!  Just one more month!

Charlastor Week 2020 will be held from:

March 1, 2020 - March 7, 2020

Charlastor Week 2020 Prompt List:

Day 1 (3-1): Musical (Singing/ Dancing) Day 2 (3-2): Human Au Day 3 (3-3): Cooking Day 4 (3-4): Jealous / Possessive Day 5 (3-5): Date Day 6 (3-6): Hurt / Comfort Day 7 (3-7): Free Day (Anything you want!)

How this will work:

You can create anything you want based off these prompts!  This includes but not limited to: Fanart, fanfiction, comics, fanmixes, cosplay, crafts, etc.   One submission per day, per prompt!   Submissions will then be reblogged to the @charlastor-week​ blog for everyone to see!

Rules:

1. Use the tags #charlastorweek and #charlastorweek2020 for all your submissions! 2. Please indicate which prompt your submission is for in each post. 3. Please tag for NSFW, gore, blood, etc as needed.  If your submission is too explicit, put a cropped / edited version in the main post, and the full submission under a cut.   4. Depending how NSFW your submission is, it may not be reblogged to the Charlastor Week blog.  This is to keep the main blog mainly SFW. 5. Be aware that Tumblr sometimes has issues with showing some posts in the tags, and we may miss some submissions.  As it gets closer to Charlastor week, we will create a Google Doc submission form for you to directly link your submissions for us to be reblogged.  Keep a lookout for that post.

6. We reserve the right to not reblog any submission that we find to be too innappropriate / hateful / discriminatory, for any reason. 7. Have fun and do not stress!!  It’s ok if you can’t do a submission for every day.  Late submissions will still be reblogged up to March 14th.  

We are also running Charlastor Week on Twitter!!  Feel free to upload your submissions there as well, using the same tags,  #charlastorweek and #charlastorweek2020 ! Please reblog this post to help spread the news!!

[studentpill]

CHARLASTOR WEEK!

<3 DAY 1 - MUSICAL <3

Can’t wait for tomorrow <3 

[moonlight-shadxw]

since it's charlastor week and I missed day one... thought I'd join with day two with the Human AU :3 let me know what you think!

[alastarlie]

Charlastor Week 2020 Day 4:  Possessive / Jealous Please Do not Repost

[nepetacataria-art]

Day 1: Musical

I'm so happy about this Charlastor week! I like them so much and I'll try to keep going xD.

Also, the chords on thw background are from the song "Midnight, the stars and you" by Al Bowlly. I love that song and I always think about these two when I listen it.

01/03/2020 13:18 GMT -3

[devintrinidad]

Charlastor Week #4: Jealousy

“They look exactly as I would imagine they would look like.” Charlie leaned against the railing of her balcony as she looked up at the blood tinted sky, her eyes intent in their focus.

As Alastor followed her gaze, he realized that she was looking up at the immaculate white sphere that was surrounded by a halo. He pursed his lips at the sight.

Heaven.

Still, Alastor decided to join her, but he opted to sit on the railing, his back to Pentagram City. “Pardon, my dear?” He leaned forward so that his chin rested on the head of his microphone, which muttered something about personal boundaries and that he didn’t appreciate being used as a recliner.

Charlie’s eyes seemed to be misted over, but she stayed perfectly still. Her gaze never left the moon and Alastor felt a stab of irritation ignite. Whenever Charlie had her head in the clouds, it was hard to know if he actually held her attention or if she was merely giving him filler answers.

“The angels… I’ve never seen one up close.” Charlie chuckled wryly to herself before she glanced up at her business partner. “It’s ironic since my dad used to be one, but he would never show me his wings. Something to do with it being painful and well…” Charlie shrugged her delicate shoulders, a tear pooling at the edge of one of her eyes.

Without much thought put into his actions, the Radio Demon reached into his ragged overcoat and grabbed a lace handkerchief that had been gifted to him so long ago by a dear friend. He hated having to part with it, but, as he looked at the blonde with contemplation, he found that he didn’t mind. A lady in need was far more deserving of a lacy bauble than he who never cried.

With a flourish, he bent forward in his perch and dabbed her eye. All the while, he kept himself focused on her eyes, not once straying away from his target.

“You’ve never seen one up close?” Alastor couldn’t help but wonder. “You’ve lived longer than all of us in the hotel combined. There wasn’t a chance at all?”

Charlie laughed lowly before she faced him fully. “I think it had something to do with the fact that I am the Princess of all of Hell. It would be… sort of tragic if I were to end up dead if I went outside during the extermination.” She traced the railing with one of her fingers as she glanced down at the citizens milling below. “I’ve always wanted to meet them. The angels. My uncles, especially.”

“And God?”

She shrugged. “Dad said my head would explode and my molecules would disintegrate within seconds of beholding or perceiving his true form. It’s marginally safer to view an angel up close.”

“But your father doesn’t count.”

“That about sums it up. Yeah.”

“And what about you? Don’t you count?”

Charlie mumbled something under her breath. This time, instead of something heated searing his body, he felt strangely concerned and sad for the young woman. With a small hum, he gracefully jumped from his seat on the balcony railing and leaned forward slightly over Charlie.

“My dear, I hate to be a bother, but I couldn’t hear you.” He flashed a small smile at her when she refused to look into his eyes. “Why, if I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were keeping something from me!”

Underneath his piercing gaze, Charlie squirmed and rocked on her heels. Truly, they had become closer over the past few decades while managing the hotel. Whatever walls or boundaries that had separated them back in their first meeting had slowly crumbled after years of coaxing (from her) and the eventual concession of allowing himself to be more vulnerable to others (mainly her, but it was an improvement from Alastor). With that said, it surprised Charlie a little to know that she was withholding something of great value to her person—a gesture that decades ago, she wouldn’t have questioned. Now, she wasn’t too sure if she should keep this matter a secret—even if the aforementioned secret wasn’t exactly that.

Meanwhile, Alastor found himself impatiently waiting for her reply. After years of entertaining the masses via broadcasts, Alastor found it deeply uncomfortable that Charlie was electing to stay inside her head all this time. Inane chatter was one thing (he quite liked it when she opened up to him), but this… It was like she was hiding something from him. What if it was something important? And besides… it felt like… in a way, like she was ignoring him.

And entertainers like him don’t like to be ignored.

As the radio static seemed to reach an ungodly level of noise, Charlie seemed to snap out of whatever trance that she was in. She faltered upon seeing Alastor’s blank expression��or as blank as it could get while a smile still marred his features, but stood her ground.

“No… I don’t think I count. I’m just a hellborn demon.” She wrapped her arms around her middle and leaned over the railing. “When I was younger, I always begged Dad to let me see his wings. He would laugh it off and tell me that it wasn’t worth it. I—I knew that he was lying, he’s always a liar that one, but I was young and I took his word for it. And then, one day, while I was still almost a few centuries old, I managed to sneak out and watch the extermination process for the first time…”

Charlie glanced at Alastor at the corner of her eyes, unsure of she still had his attention. She need not worry. The Radio Demon looked pensive, the smile on his face was nothing more than a curved line on his face as he tried to understand her point.

“I guess… a part of me is jealous.” She sucked in a deep breath, her gaze returning to her beloved city. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Hell and I love the people more, but… the angels were so beautiful… Their halos, the way they moved, the wings….” Charlie shook her head to dispel her crazy though. “I’ve always wanted to fly into the sky, see the stars for myself…”

“By flying?”

She nodded.

“Isn’t that crazy? I have everything I could possibly dream of down here, but heaven just calls to me.”

[charliesradiodemon]

Arranged Marriage (Part 6)

Part 1  Part 5

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I’m amazed with the amount of people who like my fic and honestly I didn’t think this would go far haha Thank you all for your support and contributions for the Charlastor community!

EDIT 3/17/2020: I have rewritten this chapter and will continue to do so with the rest!)

Part 6

Charlie woke feeling incredibly well rested. It may have been due to her emotionally taxing day yesterday, but she somehow slept through the whole night without issue. A part of her felt guilty for how well she slept, but it also made her feel silly for thinking so. 

With a sigh, she turned onto her side as she recounted her day yesterday. Through her painful day, Alastor of all people was there to comfort her in his own strange way. 

He even promised to stay until she fell asleep, just as she had asked. Charlie half expected him to brush her off, especially after his odd reaction to her near-touch. But surprisingly enough he agreed. And as a man of his word, he indeed stayed until she drifted off to sleep. Her face warmed as she also remembered how she’d held onto his hand as he sat beside her. 

It was Saturday, a free day at the hotel, and one of Charlie’s only days off. Saturday was a day for the sinners of the hotel to do as they wished- preferably inside the hotel’s walls. It was a day of self reflection to allow the sinners to pick up their own hobbies and put in their own effort toward redemption. Being in hotel at all times kept them out of trouble and focused on rehabilitation, but they were also allowed to leave and do as they please. 

As for Charlie, she’d use the day to talk to whoever stuck around the hotel and plan the coming week’s activities. At the end of the day she’d normally watch a movie or binge a series with Vaggie, but it might not be the best idea considering the recent events around them. Besides her assumed broken tradition with Vaggie, today should be no different. She’d been living with this schedule for half a year now and she planned to stick to it. 

With a determined huff and and smile, Charlie sat up in bed. But as she did so, she noticed a familiar red figure at the other end of the room and froze. It was Alastor.

“He stayed the night.” Charlie whispered to herself. She scooted off the bed and fixed her nightgown before quietly walking up to the motionless form on her couch.

Sure enough it was Alastor, sitting upright, legs and arms crossed, a small close-lipped smile and his eyes closed. Had she not seen how slowly he breathed, Charlie would have assumed he was awake and waiting. Charlie leaned over and got close. ‘I guess even Alastor needs to sleep.’ She mused in her head. She’d never seen him sleep before and she’d never seen him so still and peaceful either. He was usually bouncing with energy and enthusiasm whenever he was around her.  

“Can I help you Charlie?” Alastor asked suddenly. Alastor’s bright red eyes shot open and stared straight back at the demoness.

“HOLY-“ Charlie jumped back immediately and nearly tripped on the rug, sending her limbs flailing about as she caught herself from tumbling. 

Alastor chuckled and rested his elbow on the armrest. He plopped his head on his open palm and watched Charlie try to calm herself. “Sorry if I startled you sweetheart, but watching people sleep is quite rude you know!” He grinned widely and continued to chuckle.

After collecting herself, Charlie took a few deep breaths to calm herself. “No, I’m sorry. I woke you up and I was… being kinda weird…” she looked away and fiddled with her unkempt hair. The pout on her face made Alastor’s flutter and he nearly forgot where he was for a moment. 

That was, until he took a good look at her hair. “No worries dear. I had a good laugh out of it,” he mused. He then pointed at her hair and raised an eyebrow. “By the way that is a fine nest you have!” Charlie shot him a confused look to be met with a smug grin.

When she turned and walked to her vanity she yelped, “What? How’d it get this bad?” She sat herself down and began running her fingers through her hair to get the tangled mess under control. With her frantic tugging, she kept getting her fingers snagged on the knots. She let out an exasperated sigh, signaling her quick defeat. “I mean it’s never perfect in the morning, but it’s never been this bad before! I need to get Razzle and Dazzle!” She shot up from her stool.

But before she could head for the door, two claw-like hands rested on her shoulders. Looking up in her vanity mirror, she saw Alastor holding her in place. “No need! I can take care of it if you’d like.” he materialized a brush from nowhere and gently pushed her down to sit. Saying nothing, Charlie sat back down and continued to watch him through the mirror. 

He went straight to work once she settled. Instead of going head first with the brush, Alastor set it aside and instead used his fingers to untangle any nasty snags that could get caught in the brush. It was so strange how thoughtful and careful he was as his pointed claws occasionally brushed over her scalp. Charlie even closed her eyes as he worked, clearly enjoying the sensation. 

Once Alastor deemed it satisfactory, he took the brush he’d summoned and gently brushed through her golden locks all while humming. 

Charlie’s butlers Razzle and Dazzle would normally brush Charlie’s long and voluptuous hair, but never had it felt this good. From the soft brushes of her scalp to the gliding of a brush through her hair, Charlie didn’t notice the content smile that graced her face. 

Alastor, however had. He watched the princess’ expression soften through the mirror with amusement. Was she truly this naive? Despite being at the mercy of the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords in Hell, she’d put her full trust in him and relaxed into his touch, even. The moment reminded him how just last night she asked him to stay until she fell asleep. It still racked his brain how she could be so at ease with him in the room. But most of all he wondered why exactly he decided to stay by her side the whole night. Or why he volunteered to brush her hair so carefully. 

“You have quite a lot of hair you know,” Alastor joked in an attempt to get his mind off of his confusing thoughts. He’d ponder on it more later, now was just not the time. 

Charlie’s eyes shot open, and Alastor could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even when he attempted to get his mind off of what she did to him, she still somehow managed to get his heart off-beat. So much so Alastor was beginning to think that he was merely experiencing heart palpitations. “You must get it from your mother.” he finished, trying to keep himself calm and collected. Charlie smiled soberly and nodded.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s why I don’t ever wanna cut it, because it reminds me of my mom.” she chuckled and brought her gaze down to the floor, deep in thought. 

What was her mother dong? She still hadn’t called, nor had she picked up any of Charlie’s calls in the past few days. She must have been busy with wedding preparations, but couldn’t she just spare a couple of minutes for her daughter? She’d just gotten engaged! 

With his eyes still fixed on Charlie’s face, Alastor hadn’t realized that he’d thoroughly brushed though the demoness’ hair a while ago. He was so engrossed in the softness of her locks and his heart palpitations, he’d completely lost focus. He stopped brushing, but part of him didn’t want to stop just yet. So instead he started to do something else to Charlie’s hair, which promptly caught her attention. The gentle tugging told Charlie he was probably braiding her hair. “I bet you must be excited to see your mother today.” he commented. 

“Yeah- wait,” she slammed her palms on the table, stood and whipped her head around to face Alastor. The braid that he’d started came undone in the action, but Alastor didn’t care. Not when his fiancee’s beautiful demonic form began to peek out. Alastor’s grin widened in anticipation and his fluttering heart began racing.

“WHAT?” She shrieked, yet Alastor didn’t flinch. Charlie began pacing away from the vanity, muttering wildly with a hand over her mouth. Her wide eyed gaze was fixed on the ground. Alastor couldn’t understand what she was saying but he did notice that her horns were present and her nails seemed longer than usual. He took Charlie’s seat at the vanity and sighed contentedly at the sight of her. He had to admit that she certainly was a belle, but this side of her was a unique sort of beauty that he could appreciate. 

She looked to him pleadingly. “What should I do?” she cried before returning to her frantic pacing.

With a confused yet amused expression, Alastor asked, “Are you not excited to see her?” The demoness snapped her head to look at him once more with her ruby-red eyes. 

However the visible part of her true form retracted as quickly as it appeared with just a blink. Charlie stopped her pacing and sighed. “It’s not that. I just haven’t seen her in a long time and she hasn’t returned any of my calls,” she ran a hand through her hair and shook her head with a groan. “I-I just don’t know what to say to her Al.” 

“Why not just start with a simple ‘hello’?”

Charlie groaned in frustration again. “Come on, be serious!” She turned back around to pace with her hands tangled in her hair.

“Oh I am though,” he stood to full height and walked up to her to grab her by the scruff of her nightgown and effectively stopping her from pacing endlessly again. Once she stilled in his grasp, he released her before continuing, “The reaction to a simple smile and a ‘hello’ tells you everything you need to know about a person! See where you go with it sweetheart. Not to mention your mother would be pleased to see your gorgeous smile.”

Charlie turned and shot him an unsure look. When he didn’t falter from his confidently wide grin, she shrugged. “I guess it’s better than nothing. Thanks for the advice, Al.” she crossed her arms and turned away. The unsure tone of her voice did not comfort Alastor’s inner concern one bit. 

‘Concern? For her?’ He thought. When was the last time he’d felt concerned for anyone? And when was the last time he’d felt the need to truly comfort someone?

Alastor took each of her shoulders in his hands, causing her to look up at him. “Chin up my dear, everything should be going uphill from here on, trust me.” his calm, nearly radio-less voice and his closed lipped smile somehow eased Charlie and she relaxed under his touch. 

A soft, appreciative smile melted onto her face, sending his heart into a beating frenzy.  

He quickly let her go, letting his searing touch linger on her shoulders. “Now, after your little hotel duties, we have to go meet your mother to finish the details!” Alastor said quickly before briskly exiting the room and gently shut the door.

Charlie brought her hand to her shoulder where his hand had lain and felt her heart skip a beat.

PART 7 HERE 

[been-there-done-that-hotel]

Some other girl and guy

Would love this swirling sky

But there’s only you and I

And we’ve got

No shot

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Charlie, Alastor and that one song from La La Land 😳❤️❤️

Charlastor Week, Day One: Musical