#cursed cat alastor plush

[a-hazbin-reader]

Everyone! There are plushies!

[notwhatiam]

Of all the horribly misused stock photo Amazon advertisements that I’ve come across during my time on the internet, I think this one might be my all-time favorite.

Look at her.

So peaceful. So serene. She’s having a magical Christmas, because she got exactly what she wanted:

THE GREMLIN CAT VERSION OF THE SERIAL KILLER CHARACTER FROM THE ADULT CARTOON ABOUT HELL

[cozycraftzbl]

Would you take one?

[theabhainnhotel]

Hazbin Hotel Bootlegs I found on Pinterest: A Saga

A lot of Cursed Cat Alastor for some reason.

[jitterbonesjoey]

[fattysnowwhite]

Было сложно не поддаться общему увлечению мемами с котом, у меня вся лента тут была забита. Люблю иногда шить игрушки, отвлекает от одежды.

На заказ шить не буду, да и если бы шила, как будто смогла бы отправить. Я сюда по-позже выкройку выложу, как откорректирую. Чтобы все желающие смогли пошить и никто не ушёл обиженным.

[anixplushiescr]

lol.

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

So um. here’s this

Also here’s the art of CC Alastor: https://www.reddit.com/r/HazbinHotel/comments/1b82bjj/cursed_cat_alastor_is_everywhere_lol_i_drew_one/

[Image ID: A four square chart. Along the left edge, the top square is labeled ‘No thoughts, head empty’ while the bottom square is labeled ‘Plotting’. Along the top edge, the left square is labeled ‘Mascot of IRL person’ while the right square is labeled ‘Joke-y alt form of character’.

In the top-left square is the Hourglass Dog from the ENA webseries, a 3D model of a yellow dog with very short limbs and a massive head. In the top-right square is the dog plush of N from Murder Drones, with short limbs and an oval-like shape. In the bottom-left square is the Annoying Dog from Undertale, a simplistic, pixelated white dog with pointy ears and a blank smile. Finally, the bottom-right square sports the Cursed Cat Alastor, a red cat with a toothy, sinister grin and small antlers. End ID]

[salmonpancakes-blog]

a new intruder has invited himself into the house. >u<

my husband doesn't know the concept and doesn't like it at all, I can't wait for him to watch it before falling asleep, I'm going to have a good laugh. 8D

[captainsparklefingers]

I should not seriously be considering the logistics of how one would go about making a cursed cat Alastor plush.

...AND YET.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 12: Dirty Talk

Summary: You had never heard anything but mild, old-fashioned phrases come out of Alastor’s mouth. He is perfectly content to continue with his constant air of on-the-air perfectionism. So when you heard through the grapevine that Alastor had, in fact, let loose a cuss or two, you made it your undead life’s mission to see it for yourself.   Warnings: Dirty talk, use of pet name, fingering, implications of oral sex, cum, voice kink, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @anon-of-the-void You were my top Alastor requestor, so as a blast from the past, I have a present for you, my lovely! :)

You had never heard anything but mild, old-fashioned phrases come out of Alastor’s mouth. He is perfectly content to continue with his constant air of on-the-air perfectionism. So when you heard through the grapevine that Alastor had, in fact, let loose a cuss or two, you made it your undead life’s mission to see it for yourself.  While you had always found Alastor’s prim and proper demeanor amusing, it did come off very demeaning. The way he sipped his tea, the meticulous way he tied his bowtie—it was all so refined that you often wondered what would happen if you pushed him just a little. 

Strolling down the wide halls of the recently built Hazbin Hotel, you were thankful that it did not smell like rotting wallpaper anymore. The lush red carpet and freshly painted gold walls brought a sense of fresh air into the building you had learned to call home. You came upon the lobby, scanning the room with indifference as you viewed everyone in their normal places. Husk manning the bar, Angel Dust half drunk ranting wildly to the barely amused cat-man. Charlie had captured Vaggie’s attention with some giant pin board and Alastor sat on the plush armchair casually reading through a newspaper. 

This was your chance, an opportunity to set your devious little plan in motion. 

“Alastor,” you said, eyes glinting mischievously, “have you ever cursed?”

He looked at you, one eyebrow raised. “Why would I engage in such vulgarity, Y/N?”

“Just curious. You know, sometimes it’s fun to let loose.” You sat across him, leaning back on the couch, feigning innocence. “I bet you could surprise me if you tried.”

He smirked, a hint of mischief lighting his normally stoic face. “Oh? Is that a challenge?”

You gave him a bright grin. “I guess it is.”

For a moment, he appeared to ponder, then slowly leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a scandalous secret. “Well, in that case, you might want to wish to take this conversation elsewhere, my dear.”

You laughed, thinking he’d spin a polite phrase or two. How wrong you were. Alastor smirked at you with a wide evil grin, eyes flashing ever so slightly that ominous shade of green that should have had you stopping your tricks right then and there. But the game was just too tempting, could the Radio Demon really ever stoop down to your level? Meeting his gaze with your own challenging one, you would soon learn to regret your words. 

“Try me, old man.”

The silence that filled the room was palpable after your statement, which you may have said a bit too loud. Husk stopped cleaning his glass, instead looking between you and Alastor with a fearful look before filting out of the room which a quick glance towards the others. Angel Dust, though drunk, had enough sense to leave the room right then and there along with Charlie and Vaggie; who knew whatever was about to go down, they didn’t want to be in the crossfires. 

Now left alone with Alastor, you remained stoic in your seat. With a one fluid motion, the radio demon rose from his arm chair and twirled his cane in his hand, taking a few steps till he stood imposing above your form. You couldn’t help but gulp slightly, eyes wide with intrigue and fear. Alastor, by most means, had never done a single thing towards you that spoke harm or discord. In fact, it was always quite the opposite. Holding doors open, retrieving your coat, walking you home late and night; he was nearly always at your beck and call to fulfill whatever gentlemanly request you had of him. Seeing his dominant and staggering form was quite a change. 

Bending down so his face was in front of your own, hot breath fanning over your lips, you felt the inexplicable urge to grab his face and slam your lips on his. His grin was still ever present, which did not help the slowly pooling arousal in your pants. 

“Darling…what a silly request. You know I’ve always to try you.” Crouching down, Alastor led his clawed hands fall to your knees and carefully open your legs; flooding his hightened senses with the delicious smell of your attraction to him. Your mouth gaped open, could this really be happening? Someone better pinch you because theis was about to be the best dream of your life. Well…its not like you hadn’t dreampt about him before.

With a quick snap of his fingers, you were ridded of your leggings, the cool air coming in contrast to the warm wetness of your underwear. Shuddering with a soft gasp, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whine when Alastor ran a knuckle over your clothed slit. 

“So wet, are you always like this my dear? So needy for me. I bet you are.” With a dark chuckle, the red demon snuck a finger past your panties and dipped into your eager cunt. You chocked back a moan, hands coming to grab the sofa cushions with a vice grip. It felt so tight, god it was different. You had sex plenty of times both in life and death but for some godforsaken reason, his one finger felt like you were taking the biggest thing you had ever taken. Pussy squeezing onto the digit for dear life, the feeling of being full was delictable. 

“Squeezing me so tight darling, I knew you would be like this.” 

That caught your attention. “K—knew?”

Alastor chuckled again, twisting his finger inside you to illict another pornographic gasp. “Of course. The way you look at me when you think I don’t see. How you squeeze your pretty little thighs together when I walk past, you’re too easy darling.” 

To your surprise, he added another finger. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel the coil in your stomach get tighter with every dirty word that passed his lips. How you wanted to kiss them knowing that they were capable of such sophisticaed vulgarity. He could speak for hours and you would never tire. Command you and you would raise armies in his name. Ask you to aid him and you would be on your knees in a second, pliant to his whims and wishes if only he would keep fucking you just like this. 

Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, he relished in the sight below him. Imagining you all tied up and pretty, moaning and writhing in pleasure all because of him, his power. The thoughts alone nearly had Alastor busting at the seams, while you laid mumbling incoherently as he picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of your cunt squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much. 

The coil in your stomach snaps and you release all over his fingers with a loud cry of pleasure. Panting wildly and eyes squeezed shut in ectasy, you take a moment to recollect yourself. A silence fills the room and after a bit, you peak your eyes open to see Alastor looking at the cum soaked mess before him with a look ofpride.

Raising up, he snapped once more and you appeared within the confines of his room. Peering up at him with a confused expression, your body lay on his silk bed sheets. His fingers were cleaned as if the few moments before had never happened and you found yourself now rid of you underwear and any pride you had previously regarding your plan.

“Now what was it you were saying earlier about me trying you, my dear?”

Oh boy.

[hazelfoureyes]

What would be really cute is if a spell backfired temporarily turning alastor into the cursed cat alastor and the reader ends up fawning over him and taking care of him, not realizing its actually him. He's just loving all the attention from her 🤭

I love catlastor! Omg yes! Just a quick little piece while he’s so popular. That is so cute!!

It was, decidedly, not cute. A … raccoon? Mutant Fennec Fox? No, no it was more feline. But, hmm. Maybe hell had their own breeds of trash animals. Either way, you picked up the little creature. Red and black, stupid fucking smile, sharp teeth. It seemed to be shaking? No, vibrating? Quaking?? You struggled to keep it in your hands, but managed to tuck it under your arm like a football.

You had found it roaming the lobby, perhaps it was a resident’s … pet? It cocked it’s head, staring at you while you were staring at it from your bed.

“Psst Psst,” you offered it a piece of meat, but no response. Its eyes searched the room, seemingly not limited in their range of motion. With a screech it launched itself at the mounted deer head above the fireplace.

You pulled and tugged, its jaw locked onto the antlers. “Come on you little shit, come on,” You put your leg against the wall for leverage. Then your other leg. Soon you were hanging from the deer, too, by way of the tiny animal’s legs.

How was it so strong? Determination? Magic? Pure unbridled insanity? The ever dilated eyes seem to beg the latter.

Finally, it lost interest and you both dropped to the ground.

“Do… do you want scratches?”

It’s eyes blinked independently of eachother.

You reached out a trembling hand, focused entirely on the row of yellowed teeth grinning back at you.

With a well placed scratch behind it’s ear, the little creature softened and fell over onto it’s side like a horse about to die.

“Aww?” You wondered out loud, “You like that?” You scooped it up and got comfortable in the plush chair opposite the cold fireplace. “Only Lucifer would think a fireplace in hell made any sense,” you ran your hand down the length of the ball of fur and fangs, “He belongs on a travel size chess set, not designing hotels.”

Your hand jumped, “Are you purring? Wittle Gobwin hates Luci?” It’s tail wagged side to side, “Awww. Okay, yeah, you’re pretty cute.”

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up gasping, struggling to expand your lungs fully. Looking down you found none other than the cannibal deer of the Pride Ring, Alastor, cuddled on your lap.

Too weak to move him, too scared to wake him, you wiggled yourself up enough to breath and pretended to be asleep. It was best, you thought correctly, that he could have the illusion of sneaking out undetected.

The next morning you passed him in the halls, unable to stop yourself from whispering “wittle gobwin.”

Luckily, you were a fast runner.

༻Masterlist༺

∰ Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult: @nonetheartist , fizzled-phoenix , @tsunaki , @janchei , @wettiny-in-smutland , @moonmark98 , @hoebihoeshi , @fjorjestertealeaf , @pansexual-opera-house , @ive-no-idea-what-to-call-this , @roxxie-wolf , @polytheatrix , @lorddiabigmommymilkers , @backinthefkingbuildingagain , @harley2223-blog , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @poinappel , @midnightnoiserose , @spookieroz , @missmidorima , @phobophobular , @ivebeenthearchersstuff , @downbadforfictionalppl , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @sleepylittledemon , @aether-th3-enby , @dontfuckbutimfab , @surusurusuru , @breathlessaura , @aperfectidiot , @certainlygay , @jth12 , @star-kujo-platinum , @ivebeenthearchersstuffn, @rubyninja1

🏹Alastor stalkers: @celestial-vomit , @amurtan

[melodymizu]

Cute lil doodle with big plush Cursed Cat Alastor

[cozycraftzbl]

This little bastard has been gnawing at the edges of my brain demanding to be let loose. he has now been given physical form and is sure to lay siege to the world as we know it, but my mind is now finally free of its cursed presence

[hiemaldesirae]

LOOL YES!! That's what you get Alastor!! Cursed cat!Alastor adores Vox and would never hurt him. Honestly it'd be hilarious if Vox does an interview that night and the entire hotel (plus Lucifer) catches it and Cursed cat!Alastor is on Vox's shoulders just purring away and happily nuzzling Vox's screen and being happily petted and Alastor is gripping his fixed staff, grinding his fangs, jealousy leaking from him.

Charlie is pleased: "Alastor, I knew you could find that cat a good home! Thank you! =D"

Everyone else is fucking shocked. They know Alastor threw that cat at the Vees for entertainment and hell raising purposes (and in Husk's case, a way to try and get Vox to come back to him. Most of Alastor's schemes involving the Vees always, always revolve about getting Vox back.)

The interview is about a new product of Voxtech, but at the end of it, they ask about Vox's new pet and Vox just puffs up, proud as can be:

Vox: "This little demon just charged into the lobby, brutally attacking my staff! 2 or 3 died, I think 4 or 5 were maimed so I of course had to keep him! Isn't that right, Venom? (Cause Vox thought he had rabies....and he foams at the mouth when he attacks...so...and the V theme.) Isn't he precious?"

*sir is fine, for future reference. but YEAH, alastor would definitely be seething with rage- like whole fucking cartoon ass face too, he's NOT having the time of his life rn. why the FUCK was vox petting that hellspawn???? that should've been HIM ???????????

also venom is a perfect name for that little shit, honestly, though ill be fr i can only think of the. You know. Venom.

anyway whatever here's another writing snip. (vv short because i have morning classes tmw and im going to freak if im late again) you guys are greedy asf but whatever ill provide like any good father would

"Oh, dear... and he *kept* it, is that right?" Rosie gasps as she watches Alastor grip his hair tightly, head cradled in his hands. She giggles as she continues teasing the poor demon, "My, Alastor, isn't he quite the catch? Compassionate and caring to boot, not to mention that he seems to be *quite* popular among the denizens of Hell!"

"Rosie, my dear, please. Stop talking. For the love of God, stop talking," Alastor's ears flatten more as he begs his friend, Rosie merely laughing softly in delight as she watches.

"You can hardly blame me for being curious, Alastor! I mean, you always refused to take your sweet little picture box to Cannibal Town when the two of you were still talking... why, I had to learn of your dalliance through Mimzy! And, not to devalue my beloved's qualities, of course, but she's *hardly* the greatest source of information one can find-- I married her out of love, not for her communication skills."

"That *thing* probably has rabies," Alastor spits out, looking as if he'd just swallowed a particularly bitter pill. "I don't *understand* what he sees in it!"

"Well, it does look quite like you," Rosie points out leisurely. She takes a sip out of her teacup before continuing, "Perhaps he's treating it as a substitute for you? You know, in the way that some would treat their plushs like pets, he's treating his pet as... well, you."

Alastor narrows his eyes at her. "Vox *knows* that if he wanted to talk to me, he could easily just go over and tune into our shared frequencies. He's *replacing* me with it, Rosie, I just know it!"

"Hm... well, in that case, why don't you just go and make it clear to him that you aren't replacable?" Rosie taps the edge of her cup with a knowing glint in her abyssal black eyes, holding her good friend's gaze steadily. "You've never shyed away from confrontation before, have you, Alastor? Why be hesitant now?"

Alastor licked his lips, staring down in his lap before he picked up his own teacup and downed the liquid inside like a shot.

"Thank you for hosting me today, Rosie. I think... I've reached a conclusion."

A knowing smirk crosses the Cannibal Overlord's face. "Of course you have. I expect to be formally introduced to your lovely little muse soon, you understand?"

"Yes, my fair lady," Alastor rolls his eyes with amusement. "But you had better not try and take a bite of him."

"Who, little old me? I'd never, dear!"

"You had better not," Alastor frowns. Though his tone is joking, his expression falls flat.

Elsewhere, in the Entertainment District, Vox sneezes into Venom's fur as he cradles the fluffball of red fur. The freaky kitten turns to look up at him with a questioning look, but he only ruffles Venom's ears apologetically.

"Sorry, Ven. I don't know what came over me just now- oh, look at this! Should we get you this collar, or that one...?"

[depressedzee]

Cursed Cat Alastor Felt Plush... well, an attempt

I'm trying to get out of my zone and attempt new things...

The experience was something. At least, he makes me laugh every time I see him.

This is my first time trying to do felt dolls, and I enjoyed the process. It didn't ended with a master piece but that was the end goal. I'm trying to be less rough on myself and be more patient and kind.

If any one of yall have any tips of doll and plush making, or even sewing, I'll greatly appreciate the assistance.

P. S. I know the colors of the ears are inverted... I noticed that a bit too late. He's now a little bit different