#my headcanon is that they knew each other when they were alive so alastor is extra obsessed

[likes-words-and-shrimp]

Thinking about radiohusk with the strangled by the red string trope, except it's Alastor who's in control of the red string and brings it around both him and Husk. Entangling them. Unable to move or escape, unable to exist outside of each other's existence. Let's become forced soulmates where not even death will do us part. Let's share a destiny together, and have dreams of each other every night. Let's fall in love, even if it didn't work the first few times. Even if you don't want it, but that doesn't matter. Just give it time. We only have the rest of eternity.

[arahusk]

I love radiohusk so much

Headcanons?

I do and then my mind suddenly went blank ARGH but from off the top of my head and this will be rambly:

Husk and Alastor knew each other when they were alive. Alastor was older than Husk, who was in his early 20s, by like a decade and was already a famous radio star when they first met. 

They knew each other for around ten years until Alastor’s death, which Husk may or may not have something to do with. (I’ll write this fic someday).

Alastor was also Husk’s gay awakening in a sense because he genuinely found the older man so charming and handsome.  

Not really radiohusk, but after Alastor’s death, Husk did eventually get married and had a kid–a daughter. He’s extremely relieved his family is not in Hell with him.

Alastor is actually really pleased Husk is a cat demon because the man has always preferred cats. He sees it as like the universe saying Husk belongs to him.

Husk was the one who first taught Alastor how to play poker when they were alive.

Now and then, Husk will sometimes perform magic tricks for Alastor because they both genuinely enjoy it. It’s one of their brighter moments together.

If Husk puts on some jazz, particularly if it’s on a record player, Alastor will immediately come by to listen to it with him. Husk says it’s annoying and he hates that but then he just does it again anyway.

Alastor purposely gets Husk drunk as often as he can. It's the perfect way to get Husk more open and needy...

Husk’s cat demon body betrays him a lot, and Alastor is really, really good at petting. Husk will unconsciously purr when it happens and is always incredibly embarrassed.

Alastor keeps a little jar of Husk’s feathers on his desk and uses them like a quill pen. He thinks it’s funny.

When they were alive, Alastor liked to jumpscare Husk randomly like with funny Halloween-type pranks. In Hell, he still does this.

Alastor used to stalk through Husk’s casinos in hiding before the fated deal, because he didn’t want Husk to recognize him just yet.

Oh also, when they were alive, Alastor had planned to first kill Husk, but then changed his mind. When he found Husk again in Hell, he definitely planned to kill him and tear apart his soul—then changed his mind again. Cycles and cycles.

Once, Husk performed at Alastor’s radio show broadcast in Hell as a singer. Only once and never again.

Alastor rarely sleeps, but when he does, he wants Husk with him. Like a favorite pillow. So those seven years he was gone was actually the least time he had ever slept.

Alastor and Husk met again after those seven years before the pilot-- Alastor was spying on Husk for a little before showing himself. He wanted to see if Husk had effectively moved on and became an Overlord again. (Husk didn't).

Alastor is disinterested in sex for the most part, at least for himself, he just really likes seeing how Husk reacts to it all. But he does enjoy kissing.

Sorry this got long and made little sense but basically I love the idea of Husk and Alastor having a history together. Thanks for the ask, anon!

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Can you do Alastor please 🥺

Yep!

Send me a character and I’ll list:

Favourite thing about them: The radio filter on his voice! I'm a sucker for characters with artificial voice filters like that. And his disdain for "frivolous television technology" is amusing.

I recently rewatched the first episode of Hazbin Hotel with my dad, and he liked Alastor's radio filter too. (Yes, my dad watched some of Hazbin Hotel. And he decided it was "a bit too out there" for him.)

Least favourite thing about them: His design, I think. Yes, the creepy smile that never leaves his face is a nice touch, but that bob? It does nothing for me.

Favourite line: It's a close tie between, "Do you like blood, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do! That's why you're in Hell!" and, "Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this ... noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it."

brOTP: I like his friendships with Mimzy and Rosie. The fact that he and Mimzy knew each other when they were alive is really interesting. And I can see how he and Rosie would bond over their shared fondness for cannibalism.

Plus, I just think it's funny that Alastor has been building this platonic girl gang around him. He's asexual, but also a chick magnet.

OTP: I don't really have one for Alastor. He's definitely ace, and he might be aro too, and I have yet to see a character that's made me go, "Ooh, I'd love to see what would happen if they were in a romantic relationship with Alastor."

But if I had to pick an OTP ... maybe RadioRose? Two cannibalistic Overlords causing chaos together? That would be pretty neat.

Actually, what about RadioStatic? The fact that the normally cool and collected Vox can be made to completely malfunction because of Alastor has piqued my interest. Maybe they were dating years ago, and then something went wrong. Or maybe they had a business partnership, and Vox wanted it to become something more, and Alastor just wasn't feeling it. Yes, Vox has Valentino now, but maybe there's a part of him that still pines for Alastor - which would be ironic, considering that Alastor has little to no interest in him.

nOTP: Charlastor. I prefer them having a "twisted mentor and innocent mentee" relationship, rather than a romantic one. Given that Alastor has positioned himself as a father figure to Charlie (albeit just to annoy Lucifer), it would be weird to think of them dating.

Random headcanon: Alastor has zero artistic ability. He once tried to paint portraits of the Hazbin Hotel staff and residents as part of an art therapy exercise, but they all look cursed. Or like cats. Or like cursed cats.

Unpopular opinion: Sorry, Alastor stans, I can't get on the hype train with this guy. Not yet, anyway.

I like characters that have a mixture of the known and the mysterious - that is, you know enough about them from the canon material that there are traits you can identify and latch onto, but there are also some things left up to interpretation for you to muse over.

Right now, Alastor's just a bit too mysterious for me. Is he going to be an ally? Is he going to be an enemy? I can't decide whether I like him because I don't know enough about him.

By contrast, I already know lots about Angel Dust, and I like what I've seen so far. And there are still things I don't know about him, such as how he met Valentino, that I can speculate on, which I find fun. That's why Angel is my blorbo and Alastor isn't.

Song I associate with them: "Love ka?" (a.k.a. "Rabuka") by Hiiragi Kirai and Ado. Particularly this Yokune Ruko cover. I see it as a RadioStatic song, because the lyrics are about sharks (Vox likes sharks, doesn't he?) and about bugs (which would fit with Vox glitching out).

The ending lyrics translate as, "These putrid 'love you,' 'love you,' 'love yous' have already fallen to the ground and died out. If you don't like what you found within your reach, maybe you should stop looking." That sounds like something Alastor would say to Vox.

Favourite picture of them:

[koogl001]

Hi, can you do Alastor with a small s/o, that's like, an expert at martial arts, please? It's okay if not, I hope 2023 is good for you!

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

Due to your size and the fact Hell was a dangerous place, with no special powers you had to turn to martial arts

And thanks to your smallness, Judo was the ideal fighting style, as you use your opponent’s size against them

You soon found you were a natural and honed your skills to perfection within a few years, becoming somewhat of a Judo champion

As Alastor was strolling through Pentagram city, he spotted a commotion on the sidewalk

Paying it no mind as fights were a daily occurrence, he walked by

Upon hearing your voice, his focus shifted to you, mid-fight

Your opponent was more than three times your size and you seemed to not have much power, yet you had the upper hand

Now that was something intriguing

Summoning his shadows and slaying the barbarous beast that tried to rob and kill you he approached your panting form

“Hey, I had that covered!”

You fumed at the deer demon, not really being familiar with who he was as you weren’t big on politics and such

“Oh, but as someone who likes to think of themselves as a gentleman, it was only fitting for me to save the damsel in distress!”

He offered you his hand for a handshake, enthusiastically introducing himself

Since the two of you had the same destination in mind, you walked alongside each other with idle chit chat going back and forth

Since Alastor was unfamiliar with your fighting style, you explained the basics to him in exchange for information about his mysterious power to manipulate shadows

You both became occupants of the formerly Happy (now Hazbin) Hotel and found you quite enjoyed each other’s company and soon, started developing feelings for each other

Alastor quickly became overprotective over you, and he stuck to your side 24/7

He forbid you from not only fighting, but also practicing your Judo skills

After all, during his time alive it was common sense to protect your woman and provide for her

Not to mention with his tremendous power, all he had to do was flick his fingers for any opponent to die on the spot, so it wasn’t like it was much trouble to him

But to you, Judo was something that reassured you, that made you feel like you had power over your own faith here in Hell

So you practiced in secret, when Alastor went to sleep of when he was discussing business matters with Charlie, with Angel Dust as your opponent

He was a mafia member in his life after all, so he knew how to kick ass

During one of your fights, you accidentally acquired a slash on your cheek and boy oh boy was Alastor furious when he saw you injured

Furious and disappointed

But not in you, in himself

He saw your injury as proof that he wasn’t able to protect you, and it ate him alive on the inside

He restricted you to your room only as punishment, secretly loving the fact he could now have you only to himself and have you completely dependent on him

And with all of his rage reflected in his eyes, you could only guess what happened to Alger wasn’t pretty and hopefully not fatal

“Can’t have you getting injured after all, my little fighter~”

[inviisiiblelee]

The End of a Lifetime

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Word Count: 2,187 Rating: Teen and Up Audience Relationship: Alastor/Vox Additional Tags: Cursing, Angst, the break up, Emotional Hurt, no happy ending, Unrequited Love, hurtful words, Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Those are prime tags, porting from AO3, link included above if prefered. Notes: As mentioned in all of my Vox/Alastor fics, they are heavily influenced by my roleplays and headcanon swapping and planning with a friend who writes Alastor. For some context, we determined they've known each other from the day Vox arrived in Hell, in the 1940's. My personal followup is that Vox has loved him since the 60's.

This is meant to be the last encounter they had right before Alastor disappeared for seven years. Enjoy! <3 (The italicized 'thoughts' are directed at Vox from Alastor by the way, a sort of mental connection they have through radio waves.)

Vox and Alastor had known one another for close to eighty years, if one didn’t include the time they were aware of each other while alive. Alastor had taken Vox under his wing when he came to Hell, having been entirely unprepared for the nature of the place, and though Vox never quite knew the reason why he had been so inclined, outside of perhaps the familiarity of life, he never questioned it, either. Alastor was a mentor to him, taught him just about everything he needed to know, protected him from others just as much as himself, and eventually became someone he trusted, valued. Loved, even. 

He never knew how Alastor felt about them - he never asked. It was too real a conversation to have, too dangerous against what he did have. In all of his life and death both, people around him only ever wanted something from him. His influence, or his presence, or his charisma. But Alastor had little need for the things he could offer, and most of the time, he was just happy to have someone he felt like he mattered to in a way that wasn’t conditional upon his abilities. Eventually, though, Vox began to worry he didn’t deserve him. Would Alastor wake up one day and realize how little he did for him? How much he clung, how desperate he could be?

So he started making some changes. Once the 90’s hit, he decided to pursue the trends, follow in the path of technology more closely. Upgrades, new features, more products, advertising and marketing. Branching out into different places, eventually recruiting others into his business model, creating the Vee’s with Valentino and Velvette. He started working more and more hours, dedicating himself to his work in hopes to prove a sense of ambition, his abilities to be successful and independent. But Alastor pulled away with every showing, and he thought, maybe it just wasn’t good enough. Maybe he needed to be even more, even better. Alastor never said the words to him, but what else could he assume? What else could he think, so desperate for his attention he became? 

And so, he thought, maybe he could offer him a spot in his work. They were doing so well, after all, it wasn’t as though a new branch would be unwelcome, and he wanted Alastor there. He wanted him by his side. He remembered so fondly the projects they used to work on. The hours Alastor would happily spend listening to him discuss the script and look things over, give advice on the audio portions especially. He never asked for his name on anything, but he had always loved their combined efforts, and they were some of the happiest times. Maybe if he could offer something like that again, they would be able to come together once more. He didn’t even have to be in the forefront, if he didn’t want to. They just rarely met together anymore, and if he could find a real reason to bring him in, wouldn’t it have been so nice? He hoped Alastor would feel the same way, although he tried not to get his hopes up too high. He knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of the newer technologies and not necessarily personally invested in every aspect of the business. But if he appealed to their friendship, and the success he’s produced, maybe it would work out.

Vox sent out a meeting invitation and Alastor accepted. He was there on time, just as always, with his smile on his face that he always promoted as being so important. It always eased his mind and heart to see him, but the nerves that settled immediately into his body ruined the feeling a little bit. He always felt that their personal frequency had so much tension when they were this close these days, and he felt he couldn’t use it anymore. That he didn’t really … deserve such a connection. A feeling he knew he settled on himself, but couldn’t seem to break through. Or maybe he had gotten more comfortable performing aloud, and that was sort of his plan here. Try to hide his fear and worry, try to act as though he wasn’t completely desperate for this to work out. There was a long moment of silence as he tried to gather his thoughts, and then he began.

“It’s so good to see you again, Alastor, old friend,” he started, already knowing he was talking over his own thoughts. He tried to shut down his internal thoughts, but found he could only speak over them, instead. It was fine, this had to be fine, he could make this work, surely, he wouldn’t lose him completely if he tried hard enough, right? He’d finally done enough, hadn’t he? Please, let it be enough. “I know we don’t meet too often these days, but- ah, shit.” As he spoke, his cell phone interrupted with a ding, and he pulled it out to read the preview message. Nothing too important. He set it back down, but his thoughts and words were derailed. He worked to get them back in order.

“Sorry, just an update from Velvette,” he explained, a little embarrassed. “Anyway, as I was saying- I’m hoping to sort of resolve our lack of ability to meet more often today. The company as a whole is seeing profits higher than ever right now, I know you might not really keep up with all that, but it’s been a super profitable quarter. The costs are low now for at least seventy-percent of our products, which is really boosting income, bringing repeat customers, and of course, I’ve been working on the signal with my powers and find that it’s about ten times more effective now attracting new customers than it was this time ten years ago.” He spoke with confidence about his work, but there was a nervous energy that he was releasing along the frequency, no doubt, causing him to raise his voice a little, to put more power behind it, to try to seem more and more pleased. Was it impressive enough? Was he proud? Did he think Vox was worth his time now, having ascended ranks in his own way? He couldn’t do what Alastor did, he couldn’t mow down other Overlords like that, but maybe this would be good enough? 

Alastor remained silent. He floundered a little, but continued.

“We’re really branching out, you know, reaching new corners of the market in a lot of ways, Velvette has really done a great job spreading our influence around and getting more of an audience, and Valentino has most definitely dominated the adult space in a lot of ways and I think we’re about as saturated there as possible, with an appeal for just about anyone. Sponsorships and ad spots have wait lists now, even the really short banner ones.” 

Get to the point, Vox.

He heard it over the frequency, over the fray of his frantic words and thoughts, and he didn’t even think about it. He didn’t really register it properly, but he found himself moving the conversation along as quickly as he could in response, like it was a command, like he had to listen or something terrible would happen. 

“Anyway. I’ve been thinking about the way we used to collaborate on old projects, and I thought it might be a great idea to invite you onto the team!” He put as much enthusiasm, hope, anything positive he could think of into the words. He wanted him so badly to agree. He wanted to work with him again, he wanted to bridge the gap between them; maybe if Alastor saw first-hand how much he worked, he would see how hard he was trying. “I figure, we would be happy to help broadcast your works, you’d of course maintain full control over your side of things. Just reach more audiences, you know? You wouldn’t have to be on any forefronts, you know, the trio of Vee’s is well established, that wouldn’t be something you have to worry about, and you could be as involved or uninvolved with inner workings as you’d like. But I think, mostly, it’d be nice to work together again.”

There was a long moment of silence in which Alastor seemed to be staring him down, as though he’d said something wrong. It felt like someone was pouring ice water down Vox’s back. 

“Well, what do you say…?”

“Are you joking?”

The words didn’t sink in at first, and then Vox’s smile faltered. The silence settled in, and Vox found himself responding in his own mind with a soft, no…

Alastor began to laugh, moments after, and the sound was like a knife through Vox’s heart, and he felt his expression slip into something more vulnerable, but he couldn’t find words, neither in his mind or his mouth. He couldn’t respond at all, and then the world began to darken around them, as Alastor’s antlers sprouted and grew from his head, his shadow expanding to take over a large space behind him, twisting and uncontrolled. Vox wasn’t afraid of Alastor, had never been, but the vicious aggression was never directed at him like this. He shrank back slightly - not worried about what he would do to him, but what he would say.

“No.”

Even just one word felt so harsh, but Vox only watched, waited, and finally listened. Too little too late. 

“I will say this once, so listen closely.”

I will say this once, once, so listen closely.

Alastor was speaking both out loud and along the frequency, and Vox could hear every word, and could feel the rage and disgust in the latter. He wanted to hide. Go back, change things. He wanted to take it back, couldn’t he take it back?

“I want nothing to do with any of this. I want nothing to do with you.”

Nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with you. Nothing to do with you.

Digging into his soul. Dragging claw marks along his heart.

“You are an embarrassment. A fraudulent pathetic wretch. I would be ashamed to work with you anymore.”

Embarrassment. Fraudulent. Pathetic. I am ashamed of you.

“I hate everything that you have become.”

I hate everything that you are.

Words like knives, truly, weapons that could kill so much easier than any other thing. His heart sank, wounded and damaged. His mind couldn’t process it fast enough. He couldn’t keep up. 

“There is no world in which I can take you seriously. You are nothing more than the senseless and impractical things you surround yourself with.”

You are nothing. Nothing.

Nothing? He was nothing to him. Has it always been that way? How long had Alastor felt like this?

“I never want to hear such stupid notions from you again. Do not come to me for anything else. I don’t want your worthless opinions or support.”

I never want to hear from you again. Do not come to me. I don’t want you.

He doesn’t want you. Hear that, Vox? He doesn’t fucking want you.

“I do not need you.”

I do not need you. I. Do not. Need. You.

He knew that already. It wasn’t new, but it hurt just as much, like a brand new revelation that could break him down. He was breaking down. His body was starting to fail him, but he couldn’t even think about that. His screen stuttered and flickered like a light switch was being played with, his expression changed with each flicker, but he couldn’t begin to keep track of his own feelings. The shadows began to fall away, and by the time Vox could properly see again, Alastor was gone. Silence filled the room, save for the static of his own body, almost like a low keening he couldn’t seem to control. He didn’t know where it was coming from. His throat? His face? Some other failing fucking body part?

Alastor hated him. The words were settling in the seat of his soul, and they dug deep homes there. He started to laugh, at first, a manic, unhappy sound escaping him that he couldn’t stop. But it devolved quickly, and he dropped his head into his hands, shaking as he sobbed. He’d fucked it up. He had fucked it up so fucking bad, what couldn’t he see? It was right there the whole time. There were so many signs, and instead he had chosen to rush blindly forward, thinking he had the answers, that he knew what he was doing. He had assumed all the wrong things, and look where it led him. 

There were new rules. New rules he would follow. He had to. What else was there to do? Beg for him to come back? Beg for a chance to recover, to fix his wrongs, to talk about everything he’d done wrong? No, he’d made it perfectly clear he had no intention of that. Besides, it wasn’t as though he deserved it. He was worthless, after all.

A failure, a fraud, and nothing. 

Always fucking nothing.

[vikkirosko]

Hi! This is my first time requesting but can you do husk, alastor, and blitzø with a s/o who was a priest in their past life.

Stay hydrated!

Headcanons Priest

📻 Alastor x Reader🎙

Alastor was not a religious person when he was alive. He did not treat religion badly, but he was not a believer. When you met in Hell, at first he thought it was a little funny that the priest was in Hell, but your behavior aroused respect for you in him

Despite the fact that you were in Hell, you continued to follow your principles, which you followed until your death. You accepted the fact that your life was far from righteous, but you were ready to atone for your sins in order to eventually leave Hell. Alastor thought it was funny that you believed that you could change, but he continued to respect your determination

Despite the fact that you used to be a priest, you did not condemn Alastor and the rest of the sinners, although you did not support them. It was difficult for you to live in Hell, but you were not afraid of difficulties. Alastor helped you by preventing the inhabitants of Hell from harming you. He knew you wouldn't hurt others even in self-defense

You understood that Alastor had done many terrible things, as well as the fact that he was connected with dark forces that you didn't know about before, but you were still glad that you met him, even though you met only after death. Even though you were in Hell, you had a lot of time to spend together

🃏 Husk x Reader 🥃

Husk never attended church when he was alive. He was far from religious. However, meeting you in Hell surprised him. He did not expect to meet a priest there, especially one who, even after being in Hell, continued to follow his beliefs. It seemed ridiculous to him, because all your efforts were in vain and you ended up in Hell

You were well aware that many of your beliefs seemed ridiculous. You knew that there were other once religious people in Hell, but they abandoned their beliefs after going to Hell, but you were not going to become a part of them. You understood that if you were in Hell, then there was a reason for it, and you also understood that you had to atone for your sins. You knew that many in Hell would find your decision ridiculous or ridiculous, but you were going to stand your ground

You and Husk didn't talk about religion. You both understood that these conversations could cause quarrels for you, so you talked about other topics. You didn't impose your religion and your beliefs on him, realizing that everyone can believe in something of their own. You tried not to mix your personal relationships and your faith, for which Husk was grateful to you

You both understood that at some point your paths might diverge, but despite this you continued to be together. While you were satisfied with your relationship, you were together, even though you were very different. You accepted each other as you were

😈 Blitzø x Reader 🐴

You met Blitzø when you were still alive.He went to human world because of work, and that's when he saw you. He wondered how you, the priest, would react to the real imp. However, to his surprise, you were not afraid, but on the contrary, perked up. You were sure that his visit was a test that you had to pass

He started visiting you often, sometimes teasing you, and sometimes you could just talk. However, when he came again, he found out that you had died. He wasn't sure if you were going to Heaven or Hell, but when he saw you on the doorstep of his office, he was sincerely glad. Although he pretended to come to you just to annoy you, but he managed to get attached to you and was glad that you had the opportunity to communicate further

He helped you get used to Hell, but the fact that even after death you remained true to your principles amused him. He often teased you about it, but he still cared about you. You were together even though you were sure that you had a chance to atone for your sins

You were glad that after death you had someone you knew and could trust. Together with Blitzø, you were not afraid of even the most frightening horrors of Hell. Next to him, you were sure that even if you could not atone for your sins, you would be happy

[berrybudhug]

What's your oc's story with A pastor and Angel Dust ?

marriage

I have a few story ideas with them all (I'm assuming you meant Alastor jdhfkd)depending on certain circumstances, but the main consistent one is: My OC is a human who fell into Hell through some freak accident with an elevator(making her never finish her dash door delivery). The thing is though, she's still alive and very human. She throws together a disguise to try and blend in with all the demons and finds shelter at the hotel where she meets the main cast. Some aren't fooled by her disguise (like probably Alastor), and some don't really care or point it out (like probably Angel). It lands her in different kinds of shenanigans as she tries to figure out how to get back out of Hell alive and just trying to survive and keep a low profile.

More detail below cut bc I think about it a lot:

With Angel I like to ship him with my oc bc i luv he and I want to, and I also personally like the headcanon that he could be bi-romantic. But it's just for fun. One story idea is that he's the reason my oc is trapped in hell because he set up this soul trap in the elevator. For Reasons the trap didn't just take her soul, it took the whole human to hell. They both don't know this until later when Angel finally learns HOW she got there. but this also binds her soul to hell and he's the only one who can help get her back home (IF he wants her to leave. Which he might not bc angst and romance plot and their growing emotional dependence on each other). But it also helps give the opportunity for adventure and plot and avoid "easy fixes" like someone just throwing her back to the living world in two steps(bc thats not fun, thats not plot development). I also have imagined other plots and stuff with them having a more platonic relationship, so anything goes really!

With Alastor I also have a few stories with my oc and him. Like since he'd catch on immediately that she's human he'd have fun messing with that and creating his own entertainment. Or at least for as long as it is entertaining. So it can go in different way. One idea is he grows somewhat protective of their local hotel human; in that "no one but me can mess with it" kinda way.

One way this played out in a story was Alastor made a deal with my OC to help her with these "nightmares" she was having, which was actually her soul becoming corrupted from it's continued exposure to, ya know, being in hell and it's killing her slowly. Cause humans aint supposed to be there. and he gave her these "sleeping pills" that he claimed should help her sleep and keep nightmares away. In reality they were speeding up the process, which would allow Alastor to take her soul(cause for all anyone knew, even if she died in hell her soul could potentially still go to heaven). This was also an idea before the pilot and helluva boss series came out, so me and some friends only had our own headcanons at the time and wondered if hell saw souls as valuable, and that maybe the more you had the stronger you were. Who knows if thats true, but it's an idea we had fun with. More things happened with this idea, but that's more related to my OCs personal story.

I also have one story me and my friend @lunascapearts talk about where my OC accidentally summons Alastor and he can't leave until she makes a deal with him, binding them in an unfinished contract and leaving him stuck in the living world with her. She's the only one who can see him (that she knows of) and he takes constant advantage of annoying her and creating his own "fun." Like breaking her TV, messing with people and leaving her to clean up his mess, and using magic to cause random dance numbers. They grow closer the longer she refuses to make a deal and sign her soul away. Angst will ensue.

[kinakoscenario]

Alastor x Demon! Reader ( SCENARIO ) Christmas Miracles.

꒰Alastor  ♡ Reader. ꒱ ゝ Hazbin Hotel

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New to Hell and struggling to let go of your mortality, you decide to convince your boyfriend to celebrate Christmas in Hell. 

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Hey, hey! Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it, I really wanted to do something with Alastor being soft and sappy with a Christmas-loving reader ;; w ;; i hope you enjoy this! 

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◍ To most everyone in Hell, Christmas was nothing more than an afterthought. Once you were dead, time was barely something that was monitored at all ━ It’s not like anyone was going anywhere. It was already over, what did you have to look forward to? What was the point? The only countdown that really mattered was the annual purge. Not really a holiday, not really something to celebrate. Hell didn’t have many (if any) holidays.

◍ You were a new arrival down here, just scraping a year now ━ It felt like no time at all since your last Christmas. No one would have thought it would have been the last one you celebrated with your family, alive and well. Not even you. 

◍ Each day you felt your humanity slipping further and further away from you. You were no longer a human and that was difficult to face. It wasn’t actually like you even deserved to be here! Wrong place, wrong time some may say. You were sacrificed by a cult. The leader of which… Well, it wasn’t something you liked to think about. 

◍ Maybe… Celebrating a human holiday, even in Hell, might make you feel a little less, you know, dead? It was clear to those around you that you were having trouble adapting to your new life and were still desperately clinging to the life you once had. You still wished to celebrate birthdays, you were afraid of the dark / bugs / spiders, and you would find yourself breathing out of habit. You didn’t need to, none of your friends did… they all said it would be a habit you would drop with time. 

◍  They all kept preaching to you that with acceptance, it would get easier. 

◍  During your time down here, you had become particularly fond of a certain overlord that was sniffing around the hotel. To your surprise (and everyone else’s) it seemed he had become rather fond of you too. It wasn’t an official relationship, he just seemed to tolerate you more than he tolerated the others. With the occasional romantic gesture. 

◍ You were the first person that made him feel something he didn’t quite understand — like a squeeze in his chest. Emotional intimacy was not something he was at all used to! But he was trying to get there. Have mercy on anyone who thought they could upset you and get away with it… Alastor had made it apparent that he would show no mercy to anyone who dared upset you. 

◍ With these newfound emotions, Alastor also had a hard time letting you down or saying no. So when you had brought up to him that you wanted a Christmas, as much as you had expected him to laugh in your face and flat out give “no” for an answer, he considered it for a few moments. His hand outstretched and took your face between his thumb and forefingers, crimson orbs focusing on your very best puppy look. The fact you felt like you needed to give him that look amused him. At least you didn’t see him as a push over just because he had made life in Hell a little easier for you, and you were still very much putting some effort and thought into the things you requested of him.

◍ “Dear, does our setting not take away from the entire meaning of Christmas?”

◍ He had tried to understand your request. Alastor could only remember one time he had celebrated Christmas, and it wasn’t in Hell. It was as a boy with his mother, sat by the fire on the 25th, the two of them bed-headed and still in pyjamas. A fond memory of his, though he didn’t remember the day well other than those few moments. He couldn’t even remember what laid within the decorative paper once he’d torn it open. 

◍ You knew Alastor wasn’t a demon who had ever had much interest in ANY holiday, whether it be celebrated in Hell or not, and even though many referred to him as “a mortal soul”, you found it hard to believe the demon you had grown to love was EVER human. Perhaps wielding a human body… but you doubted he truly understood what it meant to be alive. 

◍ After a few whimpers spilled from your lips, your small hands gently clasping against the wrist of the hand that held your chin, you noted that his shoulders bounced in a chuckle — perhaps in a frequency too low for your ears to pick up on. 

◍ How could he say no to you, to that face? That adorable little whimper. He let go of your chin and returned his hand to its place atop his microphone. You could practically hear the gears turning in his brain, weighing up the options. Should he let you have this? Would it be something beneficial for you?

◍ That was usually how he decided what demands of yours he would give into, and which ones he wouldn’t. Would it be beneficial for you, would it help you adapt more to THIS life? 

◍ “I just want to feel like me. Every day I feel my humanity, the person I used to be, slipping further and further away from my grasp. Like if I reached a little farther I could hold onto it just a little longer. I’m not ready to let go of it all yet, Alastor… This all feels like a horrible nightmare. The only silver lining to his dark cloud has been you…”

◍ You were practically biting back tears as you spoke, explaining why you desperately wanted to celebrate such a holiday. He was quiet once again, perhaps revaluating his first decision. 

◍ He hated seeing you upset. He hated seeing you cry. Not that you liked throwing a little pity party to get your own way, he was very susceptible to what we’re real tears and which were crocodile tears because he hadn’t given into you. He said yes. Yes to your very own Christmas in hell. 

◍ A flick of his wrist was all it took, a flash of green melting away, leaving behind heaps of perfectly placed faux snow, twinkling Christmas lights and reefs hung on every door. It was like something from a Christmas movie, the very scene before you unlocking some childhood memory you had forgotten you even had — the time you went to the Christmas light gardens at the snowy park with your parent(/s).

◍ You twirled around, the awe clear on your face as you took in the picture perfect sight. “Perfect” was really the only word to describe the scene before you… you felt your grin falter ever so slightly. Of course he noticed.

◍ “ You do not like it. “ 

◍ You felt yourself wince at the comment, a comment you were sure was supposed to come out a question. But he was right … you didn’t like it. There was nothing comforting or homely, loving, about this. 

◍ In a desperate attempt to prove yourself wrong you spun around once again, searching for the smallest piece of misplaced snow, a reef without a candy striped bow, a light that was out of sync with the rest or that didn’t work at all — you couldn’t find a single fault with it. 

◍ “ It’s not that I don’t like it!”

◍ “Then what is it?”

◍ “I was just hoping that the Christmas would feel a little more homely, and not as much magic would be involved. The fun part is putting UP the Christmas decorations! Sure they won’t be as perfect as this… but that’s what makes Christmas special. It’s a holiday you build together.”

◍ The smile on his mouth never faltered. Never, ever. Not even when you were rambling about the Christmas you wanted to put together yourself — with him. With the Hotel staff, your friends. The demons you had come to love over the last few months of residing there… 

◍ Another flash of green, the hotel walls were bare with nothing but Charlie’s family portraits littering the walls once more. However, the same decorations were crammed into boxes, red, green and white spewing out of the bursting cardboard. 

◍ You seemed happier at the sight of the tearing boxes than you did at the Christmas wonderland he had created for you in mere seconds. Some things just couldn’t be reached with magic. 

◍ It wasn’t long before the word had gotten around to the rest of the gang that you and Alastor were putting up Christmas decorations — They decided to join you. Charlie seemed the most enthusiastic about it! 

◍ In order, they joined Charlie & Vaggie ( together, coming back from business elsewhere ), Angel, Nifty and the last to join was Husk, who had earned himself the nickname of “Hinch” ( Husk / Grinch ). He was not in the Christmas spirit, however Nifty couldn’t reach the top of the portraits to hang tinsel from them! He enjoyed watching her struggle for a few moments, then it got sad. So he decided to step in and help! You think he liked it really.

◍ And what good would Christmas be without Christmas music, Santa hats and funky hair accessories, and ugly sweaters? 

◍ Alastor was not a fan of the itchy, red sweater. He also wasn’t a fan of the jingling reindeer horns that were placed on his head and the light - up red nose clipped to the tip of his, courtesy of Angel. But… he tolerated it for an hour or two. 

◍ He thought you looked rather adorable in a sparkly Santa hat … 

◍ It took hours to decorate the seemingly endless floors of the Happy Hotel, and by the end it was getting worse and worse. Even you were putting less effort into your own plan! It looked nothing, nowhere near, anything like what Alastor had created for you. The faux snow was too sparse in some places and over flowing in others, tinsel was messily draped and thrown everywhere and on every string of lights you could spot at least one that didn’t work. It was perfect! 

◍ Having left with Angel about an hour before you guys finished up the last few floors remaining, Nifty had baked Gingerbread demons. They were like gingerbread men, only some of these had limbs missing, extra appendages, and funny faces drawn on with icing. Angel was having fun drawing boobs on them. 

◍ You decided to watch horror movies in place of Christmas movies, since finding Christmas movies for rental in Hell was like looking for a needle in a Haystack. Hot cocoa, gingerbread demons, you were content on the lap of your love, one arm lazily holding your waist.

◍ None of you had gotten each other gifts, due to none of it being expected or plans, so instead you shared the happy memories you had! Happy memories in Hell were few and far between, but you were glad everyone could think of at least one to share. Even Husk joined in with this one!

◍ The night drew in, it got later and one by one the Hotel Staff retreated to their own rooms. It was just you and Alastor now… still perched on his lap, the cold dregs of once-hot cocoa remaining in your cup, you nestled your back into him. His arm tightened around your middle protectively, a purr sounding against your right ear. It always made you shudder. 

◍ “Thank you for making today special, Alastor.”

◍ You turned on his thighs to face him, smiling pink-cheeked up at him. He pressed a claw to your lips, his other arm leaving your waist momentarily. A flick of his wrist, a small flash of green — he was holding a piece of mistletoe. 

◍ You swore you felt your heart leap in your chest, whether that was even possible or not, you felt something. You felt a twinge of excitement and anxiety. You knew what he was after, and you had been hoping for this for a while too. 

◍ “May I?”

◍ His voice was much softer, a hand cupping the side of your face gently. Lips parted and ready for him, you gave a single nod before his mouth was pressed to yours. The kiss was slightly clumsy, yet it was passionate and needy. One hand on your face, the other half-heartedly holding up the piece of mistletoe as he melted against your mouth with a purr of pleasure.

◍ That was the first time he had kissed you, and for someone who didn’t know what he was doing too much, you had loved every second.

◍ “Merry Christmas, my sweet.”

[lasheslikeashes]

@sluttyspiderpolkacock​ asked: " what's our song? " xxx feel free to headcanon the SHIZ out of this bb ; i'm curious to see how you'd parse a potential dynamic between lotte and angel 💋

Oh I think she’d absolutely take a liking to Angel. Their human timelines don’t match up necessarily but Angel is the type of person she certainly might have encountered as a human and easily could as a sinner.

Lotte was not a “serial killer” in the same sense that someone like Alastor would have been. She killed either out of necessity or to punish people who hurt people like her - that is, people at higher risk of violence and power disparity. Abusive parents, partners, etc. Valentino is the type of person she might have targeted as a human - and probably someone she’d at least encounter/know of as a sinner.

Not only that, but she ran an informal little apothecary out of her home when she was alive (and I hc that she runs a more formal/established version of it in Hell) - and was often someone sex workers, wives of a more superstitious nature, midwives etc. came to to get natural pain killers or other herbal remedies that they might not have been able to get at a traditional pharmacy. A fair bit of her other “business” was gangsters or people making power plays rigging races/bets coming to her for luck charms/spells, etc. The mafia wasn’t really a thing yet at the time, but there were plenty of people looking to turn the tables on their fortune by any means necessary. 

ANYWAY tldr; I feel like they have some shared grudges/trauma to bond over + expensive/good taste in Looks. So they should go shopping and dress each other up, etc. 

Three songs I think suit them both (since they haven’t interacted yet):

❝Do you wanna destroy it, does it get in your head? 'Cause it gets my blood boiling and I'm coming unglued, It would hit you like poison if you knew what I knew, You would be angry too.❞ { Angry Too - Lola Blanc } 

❝There is a house in New Orleans They call The rising sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God I know I'm one.❞ { House of the Rising Sun - Lauren O’Connell }

❝Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf It's alarming, honestly how charming she can be Fooling everyone, telling 'em she's having fun.❞ { Carmen - Lana Del Rey } 

[murderluv23]

Piano Demon Headcanons (1)

Rarely does anything aside from practicing piano. Is often found glued to his instrument and doesn't make eye contact when spoken to.

Very reclusive. Prefers to be left alone 99.9% of the time. He really enjoys quiet time with his music.

Really invested in musical theory. If someone were to start speaking to him about melody, rhythm, counterpoint, harmony, form, tonal systems, scales, tuning, intervals, consonance, dissonance, etc, he would listen very intently. He'd barely say a word as the person is speaking but take in every aspect of the conversation. It's the quickest way to get him to pay attention to you, as he usually doesn't enjoy talking to others.

If you're lucky and I mean really lucky, he'll become extremely talkative and start going off about how music can enrich everything in life if used correctly. He would offer his two cents on musical theory and start going deep on what works, what doesn't, how it can effect others' moods, etc. While you may be lucky to get him to talk like this, you won't be so lucky with getting him to stop once he's started. I hope you're just as passionate as he is because buckle up sugar, you're gonna be there awhile. Alastor has seen this side of him and finds it adorable. Honestly, it's in those moments where their bond really comes to the forefront. Many view their relationship as cold and distant due to The Piano Demon's personality. But behind closed doors and when The Piano Demon rarely opens up, Alastor and him couldn't be more in sync. Often cutting each other off or finishing the other's sentence when discussing music, having epiphanies at the same time that just escalates their passion. Every instance this occurs, Alastor falls even more in love with him. Granted, he's as stoic as ever, there's no changing that. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tea is his favorite thing to drink. He'll pretty much take whatever you give him but he prefers it to be hot.

Isn't a fan of alcohol. Could drink the hardest of liquor and be completely underwhelmed. He just dislikes the taste.

He is a lover of Jazz and Swing.

He adores chocolate truffles. He mentioned he liked them once very casually and Alastor showered him with them. He may not care for sweets himself but that doesn't mean he won't buy them for his Darling!

He very much enjoys spicy food. Do not ask to have a bite from his plate unless you want your jaw to melt off. He is willing to share but he is one of those people who eats the equivalant of the sun, looks you in the eye and says "This? This isn't even hot."

He knows how to cook. When Alastor can actually rip him away from the piano, they often cook together and sit with one another for dinner. It's a very good bonding experience for the both of them. Though again, it is a rare occurance. Getting that man away from the piano is nearly impossible.

He dislikes loud noises and loud people.

He's often told he chose the wrong spouse, then.

He dislikes any physical activity that is exhausting, especially dancing. 

He dislikes being touched. He is fine with Alastor hugging him or linking their arms together. He is also fine with others showing him affection if they ask for it and are close to him. Though touch is something he mostly can do without.

He severely dislikes Rap and Hiphop. He believes all music should be respected but if asked, he'll criticize it very harshly.

Social gatherings are his kryptonite. He'll omniously stand in a dark corner if he is forced to go to a party if he can't find a piano he can glue himself to.

He dislikes his Overlord status. When asked why, he'll simply answer that he loves music. It is believed that he does not concern himself with doing things out of ego and distants himself from the others.

He dislikes arrogance.

He dislikes sleeping. Evidenced by his constant practice and performances. 

"Dear, are you sure you're getting enough rest?"

"I occasionally close my eyes when I sneeze."

If he is not able to practice his music, he becomes agitated.

He does not like to be interrupted. If he is, he'll let the person finish but will be very annoyed afterwards.

He has a very positive relationship with Rosie. They share lunches together and chat on their off time.

Mimzy sometimes joins him for a walk or to think about the old days.

Though Charlie's enthusiastic nature is a bit much for him, they get along rather well. He likes her appreciation for music and will instruct her if she asks for tips.

Husk can actually sit down and talk to him. Most of it is just ranting and drunk grumbles but still a conversation. He can actually relax around The Piano Demon. He creeps Husk out a lot, with the mask and barely saying a word. But he doesn't piss him off which is refreshing. Husk would even says he likes the guy.

Mainly because he's very different from Alastor and other Overlords in a lot of ways. He will often scold Alastor if he tries to mess with him and treats him with respect. Alastor barely pushes his buttons when he's around. Husk is more likely to listen to him because of this. Not by much but it's something.

Niffty adores him. She'll often bounce around him while he walks or ride on his shoulders. The Piano Demon will sometimes read while she cleans to keep an eye on her. She loves the sound of his voice! If Niffty finds the time, she'll sit beside him as he practices and will listen quietly, kicking her feet.

Stolas is good friends with him. He will request his company at random times when he gets lonely. Stolas can get really flirty a lot of the time. Though he respects his boundaries. While The Piano Demon can do without the advances, he does enjoy the time he spends with him. Though he constantly has to reel in Alastor's jealous temper whenever he so much as mentions the prince.

The Piano Demon has access to the living world.

He, Alastor, and Mimzy knew each other when they were alive.

The Piano Demon and Lucifer have an odd relationship that even Alastor doesn't know the full extent of. It is implied they hold conversations in a void where no one else can hear them. What do they talk about? One can only speculate.

Only Alastor has seen his real face. No, he will not be providing details.

He is open to modern technology. He owns a smart phone that his underlings at the I.M.P company gifted to him. He mostly uses it for business, though.

Blitz calls him "Boss-Man" despite it being techinically incorrect. He's scared to death of him.

His cause of death is unkown.

He is indifferent to Vox and Alastor's chaos and rivalry, including Vox himself. They could be destroying a city behind him while bickering and he'd just sip his morning coffee while looking over his piano sheets.

The nature of his and Vox's relationship is odd. Vox despises his lover and causes him trouble yet the guy has literally zero reaction to his presence. Even Vox is perplexed on their dynamic. All in all, they're neutral to each other.

He would create a social media account out of curiousity. However, he is busy a lot of the time so he wouldn't manage it very well.

Would converse in a group chat with other Hotel residents, though. The others would tease him for being an old man for refusing to use anything other than proper grammar and puncuation.

Is known for roasting people's entire souls without knowing what "roasting" is. He'd probably respond by saying he does not eat other sinners and everyone would die laughing.

Him and Alastor have a relationship like Gomez and Morticia. Though he isn't very outwardly affectionate, Alastor is able to pick up on the sudtlies of his behavoir and react accordingly. Even if to outside viewers his feelings appear to be unreciprocated and delusional.

He is not fond of Alastor's dad jokes.

Alastor will often tease him with some just to get a laugh.

This may or may not end well in The Radio Demon's favor.

He is the only one who can reel in Alastor's chaotic impusles.

"Alastor, no-" 

Is a very common thing to hear. Only difference with him is Alastor actually listens. ....Most of the time.

When he doesn't? The Piano Demon can at least convince him to stop before things get too messy.

He can play multiple instruments but sticks to the piano.

He is also asexual.

[rosiierevan]

( summer bishil, twenty, gender fluid ) my goodness, is EVAN ROSIER back? it’s been a while since the PUREBLOOD has been around the castle, but I’d recognize THEM anywhere. rumor has it the SEVENTH YEAR spent the years aligned with the DEATH EATERS (SPY). but I hear they’re still PERSISTENT & ALTRUISTIC and INSENSITIVE & CRASS. and the SLYTHERIN still reminds me of late night walks, a damaged locket, desperate for love, compliments in the form of insults, lace & leather. well, then, I guess some things never change.   ( kassie, 26, gmt+1, they/them )

note: the bio is written using she / her pronouns as that’s how evan was raised and despite them no longer using them and having dismissed those ideals entirely, it felt important to tell their story using the pronouns their family would still use regardless of how evan feels.

THE BIOGRAPHY  —

TRIGGER WARNINGS: rape mention, abuse mention.

Purebloods in the wizarding community often found themselves superior to those that weren’t, this proved to be the case within the Rosier family. The parents, Horace and Nicolette Rosier a picturesque sight like no other, beautiful and poised as they made their name known amongst their peers. They were certain to mingle with the best, and nothing less. When their first was born, a beautiful son by the name of Carson, nothing changed aside from them having yet another beautiful face to show off to the rest of the world. He was the perfect child, obeyed as requested and did nothing but what they asked. He spoke like a well-mannered child, charmed the socks off every little girl that he was told to befriend. Then some years later, another was born, this time a beautiful baby girl and the two parents couldn’t be more than thrilled. Nicolette had always spoken of wanting a little girl, and once presented with one, they gave her the same love and attention they did Carson, however the attention Carson was so used to receiving started to drift away from him and focus solely on Evan. She was the new light of their lives, treated like the little princess they believed her to be but while they weren’t around Carson took it upon himself to punish her for taking his parents away. With each punishment, Evan started to find herself despising not only Carson, but her parents and their views along with. She wanted nothing more than to distance herself, so upon being introduced to her first of pureblood parties, Evan found herself drawn to another that seemed equally as disinterested about being there, someone who would eventually reveal themselves to be Alastor Moody. Befriending them instantly, she suddenly found herself with a new state of mind, a new outlook on everything around her and more. because they, unlike the rest of the purebloods was not cruel, at least not in the traditional sense, they were more along the lines of the comedic cruel which she found herself enjoying. So, quickly she found herself fighting back against her brother with pranks and jokes alike. Her parents despising what was happening, warned her to keep her distance from them but she didn’t listen.

Eventually this resulted in Evan remaining at home while the rest of them went to parties, Carson once again becoming their parent’s favorites while she was given lessons. The lessons were what they hoped would help turn her into their definition of a proper lady, but eventually just made her worse. Evan continued to act out, sneak out during the nights they were away and even the nights they were home, all tucked away in their beds. Sometimes Evan would find herself in the heart of wizarding towns, meeting new and friendly faces, ones that she knew her parents would be highly against.

Finally, like every other wizard and witch in the United Kingdom, the young girl received her Hogwarts letter and attended. Starting off fresh, she found herself seated happily on the train next to the pureblood from the party, among others the two had never encountered. But then, everything came tumbling down the moment she took her place on the stool in the Great Hall, an instant look of uncertainty as the hat roared the house she would spend the next seven years of her life in to everyone. How of all things did Evan find herself in Slytherin, it was the last thing she expected it but surely her family and brother would be pleased, her brother even more so considering his toy was now unable to escape him by going to another common room.

Evan however, did not let this change who she was shaping into and found herself spending more time outside of the common room. In the Great Hall she would rebel further by sitting at the table she wanted to, typically the Gryffindor table but that sometimes varied as she found herself growing close to people from other houses as well. She didn’t care if it led to mockery or worse in the common room, she’d deal with that, but while she was out she loved having her freedom away from them.

Years into Hogwarts, Evan became known as the Slytherin that defied all the norms and rules. It wasn’t until the summer before her 6th year however that everything changed, she’d snuck away from home like she had so many times before, but this time she found herself in a darker place in town and a few drinks too many. A man, a much, much older man found her in her vulnerable state and took advantage of her and with no one around to help, she ended up waking up in the bed in one of the rooms at Hogs Head. That’s when everything changed for the worse, Evan snuck out more and found herself developing more of a drinking habit and eventually smoking. The girl slept around with people despite knowing it was wrong and it wasn’t until her brother Carson discovered the truth while out one night that she was caught. Disgusted, her parents found only one way to solve the problem and that was to find her an immediate solution, a betrothed. Not speaking of her indiscretions, it was easy for Evan’s parents to find someone quickly. After all, the girl had an appeal to her that not all purebloods had, she was in the very least stunning and would produce a healthy, beautiful looking heir and that was most important to the families at the time. Evan thought she hated her parents before, but now the hatred grew into a downright loathing, the boy they had chosen for her being someone despicable in their eyes.

HEADCANON : MARISOL ROSIER

Evan has a sister, though most believe Marisol died tragically before she was able to celebrate their 11th birthday, the truth is, their sister was born a squib, a disgrace to the pureblood world and more so, the Rosier family, so, they faked her death. Though, the truth is, Marisol is still alive, kept captive in a cellar at their grandparents, guarded by wizards and house elves. The conditions are terrible, and often times, the family will use Marisol as target practice and Evan is desperate and would do anything to trade places, or free them and that’s why they agreed to the betrothal, in hopes to find a way to free Marisol, even if it means that they themselves will meet a fatal end.

Very few know about Marisol being alive, as Evan wouldn’t trust just anyone, and the Rosier family would rather the wizarding world not know of this.

details:

boggart: the sight of them being dragged by their mother down the aisle, in a very frilly white wedding dress, a symbol of their last ounce of freedom being ripped from them. patronus: the black stallion clubs: care for magical creatures club & dueling club

[bytemycupcakes]

Hey so I was wondering do you have any Headcanons for Alastor x Mimzy? Sorry it's just they're my OTP and seeing how they knew each other when they were alive and she might be one of the few people Al cares about. It makes my heart giddy. Uwu

No need to apologize about it, Anon! Al/Mimzy is a fantastic ship!!-cracks knuckles- Lets see what I can toss together for ya, I don’t have a good grasp on Mimzy’s personality, so forgive me if this is a mess.

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-Okay, honestly I see it being somewhat similar to Al/Niffty- Just replace the cutesy energy with alot of seuxal flirting (mostly from Mimzy, but Al gets the hang of it eventually)

-LOTS of pda, Mimzy can’t help herself, Al has such a smoochable face and she will take every chance she gets to smooch that tall ass deer

-Mimzy loves smoochin Als nose, and Al loves when she does it

-Alastor is at EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. of Mimzys shows, he has never missed a single one, maybe he’s been a few minutes late (and he’ll apologize for days afterwards) but he’s determined to see every one.

-He adores Mimzy’s voice, and she’ll practice around him often. No show is ever a surprise but he loves each one as if its the first time he’s seen her perform.

-Mimzy is Perfect for hugs, she’s just the perfect amount of squishy. You can bet your ass Al will hug her (with a little spin) at every greeting.

-Al is a gusher, if someone asks about Mimzy, he will go on for HOURS about her (if ya don’t stop him), he tends to repeat himself and theres alot of pet names and “I love her so much”s

-Mimzy may be confident as all hell, but if she hears Al gush she’ll be a blushing mess for days

-Despite knowing eachother while alive, and being fairly close, they didn’t even think of being together until they were in hell

-They will both mention this all the time like “How did we not get together before death???” “Well we weren’t very smart back then I suppose, dear”

-If Mimzy and Al are in the same room, you can bet that Mimzy is not sitting on a cushion or any normal chair, Alastor is Mimzy’s own personal chair and nobody can stop her

-Mimzy loves to tease Al in public, it bugs Al to no end but he’ll never tell her to stop (he’ll never admit that he does find it fairly interesting, and the usual result of it all is always spectacular)

-Mimzy steals Al’s clothes all the time, Al will be asking around the hotel if they’ve seen his jacket, or shirt and Mimzy will just- Walk past, wearing it.

-Al defintiely doesn’t mind, he loves seein Mimzy in his clothes… He just wishes she’d tell him when she steals clothes, so he isn’t askin around like a FOOL

-Mimzy has put her lil feathered headwear thing on Al, he was confused, but he pulls it off quite well

[ambiidexter]

On Peter’s magical abilities

This isn’t really a headcanon, mostly canon facts with a bit of my conclusions, but it’s essential for my portrayal, so I’ll put this one into the headcanon category. Here comes a long-ass essay on Peter Pettigrew’s magical and intellectual abilities, accompanied by every single objection I’ve ever witnessed during the years of being in Harry Potter fandom.

There is a lot of misconceptions about Peter Pettigrew that very few people are willing to dispel, because he’s just such a hated character, right?

The two Big Ones TM are: Peter’s reasons for betrayal (that will be covered in my next “essay”) and Peter’s magical skills. He is widely considered to be one of the weakest wizards in the whole Harry Potter series, if not THE weakest one. I hereby proclaim it bullshit. More under the cut.

1)  First thing’s first, Peter was one of the three youngest Animagi ever. At the age of 15 he pulled off a feat that not many adult wizards were able to do. Along with the registered Animagi and Rita Skeeter, there were 11 known Animagi in the 20th century total.

“But he needed help from James and Sirius, and was the last one to become an Animagus.”

McGonagall needed tutoring from Dumbledore to become an Animagus. Not from 15-year-old students, she got help from the most powerful wizard alive. Anyone here has enough balls to call McGonagall a weak witch? Yeah, didn’t think so.

Next, Peter being the last one. Before you embark on a serious enterprise, you study the materials and plan the steps. It was common knowledge that the process of becoming an Animagus was extremely dangerous. It could result in agony, it could result in irreversible mutilation or even death. If there is one thing that everyone remembers about Peter, it’s how easily scared he was.  Knowing all this, he ought to have lagged and postponed it as much as possible, until enough peer pressure had built up to finally make him go for it. Furthermore, the standard time for performing the tasks necessary for the first transformation is one month. No matter how talented or skilled you are, it’s one month of carrying a mandrake leaf in your mouth and repeating the incantation at every dawn and dusk. As soon as that term comes to an end, you have to wait for the first electric storm. Electric storms aren’t known for being exactly punctual. They depend on a million things. Taking into account that Peter did all that shit not at the same time with James and Sirius, he could’ve waited for his electric storm for ages, after James and Sirius had already completed the ritual.

“But in the flashback he couldn’t list the traits of a werewolf despite having spent a lot of time next to one, and he tried to crib his friends’ test answers. How talentless does one have to be for that?”

To be quite frank, I really hate when Peter gets compared to Neville, but remember Neville? It was very clear that Neville had anxiety. He’d forget things, lose his rememberall, make a fool of himself in front of the teachers and was overall clumsy. Then, in a critical situation, he showed himself as a talented wizard, and the fandom welcomed that change. Neville overcame his anxiety once he grew up and learned to deal with his inner demons, and voila, turned out he actually had talent in him, it just hadn’t surfaced before! Yes, the reason for Neville’s anxiety gets named and the reason for Peter’s doesn’t (which is food for thought in another headcanon), but does it really matter if they clearly had the same problem, and that’s what serves as the main reason for comparison of these characters? Anxious people tend to do much better once they are out of school, and here we move on to the next topic.

2) Peter was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

“But the Marauders always had him in tow, so of course they made him join.”

The Order of the Phoenix was a near-military organization, its members fought in a war. It wasn’t a “participation award” kind of club. They couldn’t afford accepting inept wizards to make them feel better. They needed members who knew how to put up a fight, skilled, powerful members. Dumbledore was the head of the organization for fuck’s sake, and he was a better judge of people’s abilities than, say, Sirius.

3) When confronted by Black in the street, Peter neutralized Sirius faster than Sirius could neutralize him, framed Sirius for treason and mass murder, faked his own death and escaped. He came up with all of this in mere seconds, under immense pressure. This plan was so good it had worked for 13 years.

With his wand behind his back, Peter wrecked a square and turned 12 people into mince with a single spell, Confringo. Now, this is a dueling spell, normally used in dueling competitions. Not real life fights where wizards might aim to kill each other. There are several mentions of using Confringo in life-or-death battles, and the most known are: Harry destroying the flying motorcycle's side-car during the Battle of the Seven Potters and Hermione Granger trying to kill Nagini. A side-car is not a big deal, and Nagini lived on to the final chapters of the book. Evidence suggests that Confringo doesn’t normally have effects as devastating as when it was used by Peter. One spell, 12 victims and huge collateral damage.

“But he just said the incantation and pointed a wand, that’s easy.”

If that’s easy, why does most of the plot of Harry Potter books revolve around young wizards sweating away for seven years to learn to control and apply their powers when casting spells? Why aren’t they simply given lists of spells to memorize and graduate in a year? Why do inexperienced wizards end up accidentally killing themselves with the destructive magic they fail to control? See Crabbe burning himself to death with Fiendfyre. Why are other wizards in the story considered to be powerful for just shouting spells and pointing wands?

“But McGonagall said Peter was hopeless at dueling, and wasn’t in the rest of Marauders’ league talent-wise. And Sirius called Peter a talentless pathetic thing.”

First, see (1). Second, a character’s bias does not equal narrative truth. Rowling’s books are essentially detective stories that follow the laws of the genre. McGonagall’s and Rosmerta’s words (that fat little boy who worshipped James and Sirius) were supposed to lead us away from any assumptions about Peter other than him being a harmless, logical victim of Black’s crime. So that in the end we get shocked. The Ministry sent DEMENTORS and Hit Wizard Squads (equivalent of muggle S.W.A.T.)  after Sirius. All of this because they thought that Sirius had done what Pettigrew had actually done. We get this picture of Sirius as a terrifying dark wizard, but as soon as the culprit turns out to be Peter, he’s suddenly weak? But the killer seemed so nice and people told stories about him saving puppies! But Peter seemed so weak and people told stories about him being academically unsuccessful!

The Prisoner of Azkaban, chapter 10:

Fudge: “Nobody but trained Hit Wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad would have stood a chance against Black once he was cornered. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time, and I was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I — I will never forget it. I still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming.”

Now replace “Black” with “Pettigrew”.

3)  Peter is able to cast Avada Kedavra (with a wand that wasn’t his own, which makes it harder to perform magic AND he didn’t even win the wand’s allegiance).

What does it prove, other than Peter being a filthy murderer once again?

The Goblet of Fire , chapter 14:

Crouch Jr as Alastor Moody:“Avada Kedavra’s a curse that needs a powerful bit of magic behind it — you could all get your wands out now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt I’d get so much as a nosebleed.”

Crouch was insane, his words aren’t reliable.

Despite being a crazy Death Eater, Crouch Jr shares the title of the most effective DADA professor in Harry Potter history, along with Remus Lupin. I also doubt his mental issues prevented him from adequately estimating the features of Avada Kedavra.

4) Peter overpowered a Ministry employee Bertha Jorkins, helped Crouch overpower Moody who was known as the greatest auror of his time, and brewed the very first Polyjuice potion for Crouch.

“Voldemort calls Peter stupid and inept all the time and praises Crouch. Crouch must’ve overpowered Moody alone, and Peter was just a bonus.”

Voldemort is notoriously sadistic. He enjoys causing pain in all forms, mental and physical. He relishes people’s pain. He is also one of the best Legilimens users out there. Having such a rich history with Peter, Voldemort knows his every weak spot, every single one. Not only does he use Cruciatus on Peter liberally, he prods the old wounds, namely inferiority complex. And still, even Voldemort can’t refrain from admitting that Peter tends to have “moments of brilliance”. Peter was the one who found Voldemort when everyone else (the allegedly way more powerful and intelligent Death Eaters) had failed. Peter was the one who conjured a rudimentary body for Voldemort, and brought him back fully with the use of ancient magic even Voldemort doubted would work.

“Big deal, throwing a bone, a drop of blood, and a hand into a potion.”

Big deal, being good at potions? Ask the people who had Snape for teacher. Once again, Voldemort himself deemed the task to be complicated.  Anyone here wants to question Voldemort’s competence in magic? Magic is about inherent ability first and foremost, not the set of steps to complete. Otherwise there would be no such things as muggles and squibs.

“Peter just followed Voldemort’s instructions for that potion.”

And all wizards in the story followed instructions of their teachers at some point. Are they all weak? Peter (or anybody, really) clearly had no reason to be interested in THAT potion until he found Voldemort in his incorporeal state, so why would he learn how to make it beforehand? Harry had Snape’s textbook to help him excel at potions in his sixth year, but does that nullify his power overall? Also, everyone forgets that Peter DID graduate Hogwarts. That requires passing N.E.W.T. levels.

5) Other things: Peter took part in creating the incredibly intricate Marauder’s map. He can cast non-verbal spells (N.E.W.T.-level advanced Transfiguration spell Incarcerous on Harry, stunning Ron and Crookshanks (with another wizard’s wand), levitation of Harry), which are also considered advanced magic that requires outstanding abilities.

Peter Pettigrew is a lot of things, but a weak wizard he isn’t.