#demonized mom character

[chronicbeans]

A random example of my mother and I talking about Alastor:

Me: Mom, this is my new hyperfixation and comfort character! He's a smol little demon deer man! I wanna have a queer platonic friendship with him! 😁

My Mom: You're "Smol little demon deer man" is currently EATING A DEER. RAW, TOO.

Me: HE'S DOING IT POLITELY THO-

*Cue my mom spending ten minutes talking about Hannibal Lector and comparing his eating habits to Alastor*

[dunmeshistash]

Am once again thinking about Milsiril and the general fandom impression of her, it's fascinating

[spacebubblehomebase]

Enchanting as always: Carmilla~!

Human disguised Carmilla Carmine with her hair up and down in the style of my #HHStargazersAU! She doesn't play a major role or anything, nor will I focus much on the other Overlords. I'll mostly keep it between Chaggie & Radioapple, but @softholly made me curious about what Camilla would look like if I were to draw her in my story. I got the curly haired idea from one of her daughters. As for WHY she would be disguised as a human if we were to see her in my AU... Surely you didn't think Vaggie & Alastor are the ONLY angelic/demonic entities roaming the Earth now, did you? =) Question is, why are any of these powerful beings on the mortal realm to begin with? Guess we'll later find out~! XD -Bubbly💙

[alley-cats-arts]

[oc] Watching over the lil babs

[celtrist]

Would love for them to bring up languages at some point.

Angel: "shit they're speaking French. Smiles! Translate!"

Alastor: "I'm not sure which is more insulting; assuming I can fluently speak and understand French because I'm Creole, or that you think French and French-Creole are the same thing."

[ladylyra]

enitan: a free-spirited demon that was born shortly after the demonic-angelic war. to escape the turmoil of the underworld, she left for earth, where she traveled in the form of a painted dog. after suffering a near-fatal illness, she would eventually cross paths with the god, anubis.

[artemis1214]

Kindergarten | Human Alastor One Shot

A small one shot with my OC where Alastor and her have a young daughter who is a bit....reckless.

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Disclaimer: I don't own this art, full credits to whoever made it!

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Prompt: Louisiana, 1935. Geneviève's first day of Kindergarten.  

Today was little Geneviève's first day of Kindergarten and Esme was fairly excited for her. Geneviève had always gotten along with her friend's children, so she had no doubt that today would be any different. 

Oh, but of course it was.

"Alastor!" Esme shouts walking in the door, "Hunny, we're home." 

He's in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on supper, when he hears Esme's voice calling out as. He smiles, wiping his hands on a towel before exiting the kitchen.

"Ah, welcome home, darling. And how was little miss’s first day at school?”

Geneviève pouts and stomps away heading upstairs. 

Esme sighs and puts down her bag. She walks to the fridge, opens it, and begins to take out some iced espresso from earlier that morning. She pours herself a cup. 

Alastor He watches as his daughter storms off with a pout on her lips, eyebrows raising in concern. He looks at Esme, confusion on his face.

"What happened? She seems to be in a bit of a mood.”

"She already has a problem with one of the kids." Esme huffs, taking off her shoes, "A little boy." 

He raises an eyebrow as he hears her words, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. He crosses his arms, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance.

"A problem with one of the boys, you say? What kind of problem? What's he doing? What's his name?”

"Okay now, calm down." Esme scoffs, taking off her coat, "Henry. He pulled her pigtails and she....” 

There's a long pause. 

“...well she smacked him." 

Alastor scoffs and chuckles, covering his face with his hand and turning away, 

“Heh….I-I - ha!...I'm sorry…” He laughs underneath his breath.

 He knew Geneviève had a feisty side, but the thought of her getting into trouble on her first day of school was a bit amusing to him.

“It's not funny, would you calm yourself?!” Esme shouts with a furrowed brow.

He clears his throat and stands up straight. 

"Mmm, alright, alright, I'm calm. I'm calm. So she smacked the little varmint, eh? Good for her. He deserved it, pulling her pigtails like that.”

Esme rolls her eyes, "Alastor it's kindergarten, she can't be going smacking around kids." She walks over and puts her purse down. "He probably has a crush on her or something, I don't know.”

"Oh, I know, I know. I shouldn't encourage her to solve her problems with violence. But the little bastard had it coming, pulling her hair like that. So what if he has a crush on her?”

Esme laughs, "I take it you never pulled a girl's pigtails." 

He can't help but smirk at her deposition. He throws his arms up in a shrug 

"Ah, you got me there. I guess I was just never the type to pull pigtails. I was more the type to...well, be a bit of a lone wolf, I suppose. Stayed alone for most of it.”

"We can't have her being violent, Alastor." Esme walks over to him and wraps her arms around his neck, "Talk to her? You are her father after all." 

He nods and wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close. He sighs, a mixture of concern and resignation on his face.

"Ah, alright, I'll talk to her.” He begins to walk to the stairs, pivoting before his foot makes connection with the step, “But I'm just gonna say, the boy is damn lucky I'm not the one who caught him messing with her.”

Esme laughs and shakes her head watching him go up the stairs. Her eyes land on the pot shimmering on the stove. She opens the lid and peers inside to see it's a seafood boil, her favorite! 

She looks behind her shoulder to make sure he's not there, turns back, and sneaks one of the shrimp out of the pot. 

When she turns around she jumps at a black mist hissing at her. 

“Oh, killjoy!” She sneers, plopping the shrimp back inside the pot. 

~ Upstairs ~ 

Geneviève is upstairs in her room facing her long mirror. She has small tears leaking from her eyes as she rubs her head and pulls on her pigtails. 

There's a small knock on the opened door and Alastor leans against the doorframe watching her. 

“Hey firefly, mind if I come in?” 

Geneviève sighs and walks over to the door, looking up at him. "I don't wanna go back..." She mumbles.

He enters the room and closes the door behind him, his expression sympathetic as he sees her pouty face. He walks over to her and gently touches her shoulder.

"I know you don't want to go back, sweetheart. But not going doesn't solve anything. Come here, sit down.”

She walks over with her arms crossed and sits down next to him on the bed.

He sits down next to her, putting a comforting arm around her and pulling her close. He sighs softly as he looks at her, seeing the pout on her face.

"Now, what happened at school? Your mother told me that you smacked a little boy who pulled your pigtails. Is that true?”

Geneviève nods and looks up at him, "Henry.”

He nods and sighs, a mix of frustration and annoyance on his face. "Yeah, your mother mentioned good ol’ Henry. And he pulled your pigtails? Made you mad, huh?”

Geneviève eyes narrow and she nods again. 

He can't help but smirk at the look on her face, knowing she's inherited his fierce side. He ruffled her hair playfully and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Ah, there's that firecracker spirit of yours. But you can't go around smacking boys just because they pull your pigtails, cher. We have to handle things in a better way."

Like slicing through their throats and making a nice roast. Oooh a pediatric porkchop if you will!~

There's a pause, until Alastor looks down at her and smirks, "But, between you and me, I'm proud of you." He says, giving her a nudge.

"Really?" Geneviève asks, looking up at him with wide, innocent, eyes.

He smiles widely and nods, his expression beaming with happiness as he looks down at her. 

"Yeah, really. It takes guts to stand up for yourself like that, even if it's not the best way. But don't tell your mother I said that, alright? She'll start lecturing me and whatnot.”

He chuckles and gives her a wink, but then his expression turns serious, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone.

"But..." Alastor pauses, "If that boy puts his hands on you again.." He leans down and puts a hand on the tip of her Mary Jane shoe, "I want you to take this part of your foot and kick him right here..." He places a hand on her shin, "Hard." He instructs. 

"But don't tell your mother I said that." He grins proudly.

Geneviève take a moment to listen to him before a mischievous smirk appears on her face and she nods happily. 

He grins at her smirk, knowing he's a terrible influence, but also feeling a small sense of pride in teaching her how to defend herself.

"Good girl." He says, patting her on the head. "Now, no telling your mother, alright? This is our little secret.”

Geneviève nods, but pauses, "Am I in trouble?" She asks softly.

"No, sweetheart, you're not in trouble. But that's mostly because your mother doesn't know that I'm secretly proud that you smacked the little boy."

He lets out a small chuckle before continuing, his expression turning serious once again.

"You're my pal, right? I can trust you?”

Geneviève makes a zipper motion over her lips and crosses her heart. She nods frantically with a big smile plastered on her face. 

His smile. 

"I knew I could count on you. Now, let's go eat before your mother thinks we're up to something.”

~ Back Downstairs ~ 

"Alastor, you really outdid yourself with this broil hunny." Esme smiles. She turns to Geneviève, "Did Daddy and you have a good talk?" 

Geneviève nods and sits at the table, "Yes, mommy." 

"What about?" Esme asks

Alastor walks over to the stove, preparing himself a bowl of his creation. wrapping an arm around her shoulder. 

"Oh, just a little father-daughter bonding, nothing important.~” 

He flashes a cheeky grin, giving Geneviève a playful wink.

~ Two Days Later ~

Alastor is in the shower, preparing for another day down at the station.  He lets the hot water cascade over him, rinsing away the stress of previous days of the week. He stands there under the water stream, blissfully unaware of what's going on outside.

Esme is downstairs sweeping the floor and finishing up her household chores before she has to go pick up Geneviève from school. The home phone rings and she puts down her broom.

She walks over to the phone and picks it up, "Hartfelt residence~" She chimes. There's a pause before her eyes go wide and she begins stammering, "Y-Yes this is she. W-Well are you sure it was her - I understand ma'am.  O-Of course, we can be there right away. Okay, goodbye." She hangs up the phone and takes a deep exaggerated sigh before, 

"ALASTOOORR!!!!" She screams furiously.

Upstairs, the sound of water from the shower stops, and a few moments later, Alastor's voice calls down from the bathroom.

"WHAT?!”

"YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" 

He lets out an exasperated sigh and shuts off the shower before wrapping a towel around his waist. He heads out of the bathroom and descends the stairs, a slight frown on his face, with his curls still dripping over his forehead

"What is it, darling? What's got you yellin' like a banshee?”

"Tell me why our daughter just got into another fight with that boy again! She gave him a black eye, Alastor! Said her daddy said she wasn't in trouble." She crosses her arms and taps her foot furiously. 

He freezes in his steps, the realization of what she just said sinking in. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"Dammit..."

He pauses before continuing, “I can explain, but you may want to s-” 

"No!" Esme shouts, "I can't sit down because we have to go pick up our daughter WHO HAS A BUSTED LIP MIGHT I ADD!" She furiously stomps and grabs her purse, "Get dressed, damn you!" 

“Alright, alright, I'm goin'. Give me a minute."

He quickly retreats back upstairs to get dressed. He changes into a simple shirt and trousers before heading back downstairs to join her. 

"For God's sake Alastor..." She mumbles as they head out and walk to the school. 

He follows her outside, deep in thought. 

Well the little prick got what was coming. She did it, she really did it heh! Heh, if only I could've seen it. 

But she…oh damn she's mad alright. 

"Look, dear," he finally speaks up, trying to keep his tone calm, "I know you're upset, but just hear me out.”

"Hear you out about a boy with a black eye and our daughter with a busted lip?" She glares at him, picking up speed.

He quickens his stride to keep up with her.

"I know it looks bad, I admit. But hear me out here. Our little firecracker didn't start the fight, alright? The boy was picking on her, pulling her pigtails and being a little git.”

"Why don't we just give her a knife and start her off on the family hobby early." She hisses as they approach the school 

"Easy, now. I know you're upset, but keep your voice down, for christ sake. We're in public."

He looks around, making sure nobody could overhear her outburst. He lowers his voice to a whisper.

"Listen, I never said I wanted Geneviève to be violent, alright? I just taught her that she has the right to defend herself if someone messes with her. That's all.”

Esme doesn't say anything as they walk up the steps to the school. She motions Alastor to open the door, and she walks inside. 

Geneviève is sitting on a bench in the lobby, a bloody mark on her lip, and her hair tousled.  

The two hurry over. 

“Are you alright?” Alastor asks, bending down to her level. 

"Does she look alright?" Esme hisses. The principal comes out with two other parents and a little boy with a black eye. 

"Oh so you're the mother of this monster!" The mother shouts. 

"Excuse me?" Esme takes a step forward. 

Alastor stands up quickly and steps in between Esme and the other mother, trying to keep the situation from escalating further. He puts on a calm, charming smile. 

"Now now, ladies, let's all calm down here and talk like civilized folk, alright? No need for name-calling.”

"No name-calling?" The father chimes in, "Take a look at my boy!”

He turns to face the father, the smile still pasted on his face. But his tone is cool and level when he responds.

"Aww now, your boy is fine, ain't nothin' wrong with him a little ice can't fix. Right, chap?” He grins menacingly at the boy. 

"Your son picks on my daughter everyday!" Esme shouts. 

The mother scoffs, 

"Picks on her? All my boy does is tease her a little. Nothing more than a little harmless fun!”

"Pulling her hair is harmless fun?" Esme retorts. "Want me to pull yours?" 

“It's child's play, a little roughhousing.” 

"Ah well, consider your boys black eye to be just that - a little roughhousing." Esme sneers.

The principal steps in, "Now, this is getting out of hand. We heard from Geneviève that she was instructed by her father to hit Henry if needed." 

Esme turns to Alastor with a glare.

Alastor's heart sinks at that statement. He knew that would come back to bite him in the ass. He tries to downplay it with a smile and a nervous chuckle.

"Ah, well now...that's not entirely accurate-”

"But Daddy you said..." Geneviève pipes in. 

SHUT UP! 

He shoots Geneviève a dark glare, her body immediately tensing, before turning his attention back to the principal.

"Now hold on a second, see what she's saying is true, but she's leaving out important conte-”

The principal interrupts him, looking unamused,

"And what context is that, Mr. Hartfelt”

"That boy torments my daughter everyday and she comes home looking like a mess. I taught her that she had the right to defend herself.”

"That still doesn't justify her actions, Mr. Hartfelt. In fact, we have witnesses that say your child was the one who threw the first punch.”

Alastor's eyes widen and both him and Esme nearly snap their necks to look at Geneviève.  

She gasps and looks away from her parent's eyes. 

“...shit.” She whispers.

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If you want more one-shots with Human Al and my OC, read below!

[honeynclove]

my favorite bird boyladything

[maelicgrn]

Meet the Soul Family! (and some of their friends too)

designs for a comedy comic series I’m planning on making about the villainess becoming the hero’s step-mom.

[beastsovrevelation]

If it isn't my beloved celestial harpy, most holy Michael the Archangel herself (meaning, I turned this into proper line-art). ⚔ Good Omens has insulted her, but she will always be Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Host in my mind, and in my fics. I can only try to do her justice.

What do you think, should I colour it? It almost looks like a colouring page, I'm tempted to print it, and colour it with pencils or markers. ✏

[worstloki]

the way jjk relation dynamics are built up you'd think the plot was slice of life family drama or something

[haemosexuality]

*sits up in the middle of the night* in this next universe where vampires seem to have taken over the world, marceline probably either never met simon or he died soon after they met, which means that since her mom also died when she was really young (too young to remember a lot about her i bet), she most likely raised herself completely alone through the apocalypse and never really learned about Morals which is how after getting bitten she joined the vampires and, became evil i guess. we see that even with simons good influence in her formative years she went through a rough path after getting bitten so it would make sense that shed turn out nasty if it wasnt for him. she is part demon. we just saw an universe where simon lost marcy and was fucked up and now we're gonna see one where marcy lost simon and became fucked up

[lesbiansanemi]

Ripping apart everyone whose response to “I want more and better women in shounen” is “just watch shoujo” biting and maiming and killing

[r0achezz]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I CAN FIX HIM I SWEAR.

[shellyseashell]

hm. still figuring out aziz’s character but i think it’s important he gives zephyr heart attacks always

[moeblob]

(SLAMS MY OCS DOWN)

I MISSED THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS

Reynold, the ADHD human that he is, has a very hard time focusing on much of anything and the only way he can be considered "accomplished" in his former line of work (CIA) is because he knew. He knew he had to do the task as fast as possible before he forgot what he was doing.

Now he lives in another world and is basically the trophy husband to the demon lord and Reynold is like "this is amazing I'm adopting the whole entire demon army as our children". And the demon lord is like "you want to adopt my demon army" and Reynold is like "starting with your advisors, yes. those are our daughters now. I love them. I would literally kill for them."

And Sascha, the demon lord determined to NOT ACTUALLY FIGHT PEOPLE, is like please don't kill anyone. And his job is now "take care of the entire demon race and also act as impulse control to one human". Luckily his twin advisors love Reynold too and agree to help keep him in line in the world.

And since idk how much I posted on main and not my OC blog for the advisors, Melo (left) is mute and Lody (right) does the talking. They are able to share what they see with each other because of the pink/yellow eyes acting as like a gateway of sorts. So they're rarely assigned to survey the same area since if they're apart they can see twice as much and report on more in order to aid Sascha. (But at the castle they both like to stick together and trail either Sascha or Reynold)