#still loves charlastor until now

[nekogaaaaaaa]

SCREW IT

Trying so hard to ignore Hazbin Hotel (despite being my fav and running around in my head back then when still a pilot)

Now I try not to care but...

I heard Alastor having mental breakdown last episode-

So...

I keep searching Charlastor tag

And the new fanarts

Sooooooo yeah.

[correlance]

Say what you will about the Charlie/Alastor (Charlastor) ship, but my God, the fanfiction "Similing Man" by MuseValentine, which was completed on 3 January 2022, so thoroughly called the following:

Alastor feeling insecure and threatened by Lucifer's power.

Alastor and Lucifer having a Texas stand-off over Charlie.

Alastor being a cocky little shit about it towards Lucifer.

The "oh shit" moment of panic where Alastor realizes that Charlie is the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, and then Lucifer going "have a seat" in order to intimidate Alastor, is also so hilariously well-written.

Art by SpicyUnicornPowder on Twitter.

Excerpt from Chapters 24-25:

The party was really turning up and he was trying his best to be mindful of the drinks so that not even a drop spilled. Thankfully, Charlie wasn’t too far away, and it looked like her mother had found her once again. Keeping a careful eye on the refreshments in hand, Alastor beelined his way back to her, where she smiled at him once more when he returned to her side.

“Oh, you’re back!” he heard her say, and finally safe and still, he looked up to once more greet Charlie’s lovely mother and engage in a polite conversation with the two ladies.

And that’s when Alastor realised then that there was somebody else with them.

And he froze.

“Alastor, I’d like to introduce you to my father….”

This was impossible.

A cruel twist of fate.

There was no way this could be so.

Alastor wasn’t sure what was going on now, but what he did know was that in the short amount of time since he looked at him, his heart started racing and his tongue went dry, as did a familiar but unsavouring tinge of anxiety hit his guts, causing his nerves to start going off the edge, making him feel like the smile he had on was starting to crack.

Oh, how he must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

No. He probably looked more like the night they’d first met when all bloodied and crazed from the high of two kills on that corner in Lafayette.

“…Lucifer Magne.”

Standing before him, short and blonde and dressed from head-to-toe in white in a showman-like fashion, was the Big Apple.

“Have we met before?”

Unfortunately for Alastor, it had to be thrown right at his face.

“No, I don’t believe we have.”

But life was funny like that, wasn’t it?

“Strange,” the man – Lucifer – remarked with a tilt of his head, eyes studying him curiously. “You’re an awful lot familiar. Swear I would have remembered you anywhere.”

The mocking glint in the man’s eyes, watching the way he was bluffing, it all made Alastor’s nerves go on a frenzy while he remained still and stone-faced. The man was bluffing – Alastor was made and he knew it. He knew the stakes that were at hand here for him, considering the circumstances.

“You might have heard of him, Daddy,” Charlie quipped with a smile. “Alastor’s a radio host. A very good one too!”

But under all sorts of circumstances, did it have to be the one where he turned out to be the father of his goddamn neighbour?!

“Oh! I thought you sounded familiar!” Lilith suddenly exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “You’re the one who interviewed our darling for her hotel! Thank you for helping her out with that, by the way!”

While Lilith was somewhat gushing, her husband only quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, although the look in his eyes gave away the indication that it was something he already knew.

“A radio host? My, how interesting,” he said in a tone that seemed marvelled although it was clearly not, turning more questioning as he inquired, “Is there anything else that you do, Mr. Carlon?”

Hearing the question that, without a doubt, held a double meaning behind it, Alastor finally broke out of his stupor and cleared his throat, not realising until then how dry his mouth was.

“Nope, nothing else at all,” he answered the lie as calmly as he could, ignoring the scratchy feeling of the dryness of his mouth. “I’m quite a boring egg outside of work, I’ll say.”

The Big Apple only hummed, which might seem out of being unimpressed if not for the fact that Alastor knew better to realise that’s the bunk and he was truly unconvinced. And why wouldn’t he be? The man had seen for himself what he did outside of work. There was no point lying to him, and it was disconcerting to be standing in front of him feeling so bare despite being decked out in his best suit.

Looking away from the eyes of the Big Apple, he turned to Charlie and handed her drink, taking a sip of his gin-and-tonic to quench the cottony feeling of his tongue, although the burn from the alcohol made him wince slightly.

Over her drink, Charlie eyed him in concern. “Alastor? Are you alright?���

Hearing her concern made his grin widened instantly as if it was reflex. “Oh, yes!” he lied through his teeth, “Just that this here’s some real strong hooch.”

A laugh was forced out of him to cover up that close slip-up of his demeanour, but one quick look at her and suddenly he found it difficult to look at Charlie in the eyes, throwing him off immensely. How the tables have turned considering usually he was the one making her look away. Unnerved once more, Alastor moved his gaze away from her, and this definitely did not escape her notice.

But then Lilith leaned in to look at him with worry. “Oh, goodness. Are you feeling alright? You seem a little flushed.”

Alastor was about to give a quick response of assurance if it wasn’t for the look on Lucifer’s face that cut him short. The blond man was eyeing him carefully, watching his expressions and his movements, the corner of lips tilted up in a smirk as if he was waiting for a slip-up from him.

“Why yes, you do seem quite flushed, my friend. I wouldn’t think a simple gin-and-tonic would have such a bite on you.”

If Alastor hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that he was just poking fun at what seemed like his incapability to hold down his liquor. But he did know better, enough to quickly catch on to the last bit of the sentence that sent his nerves on end for the umpteenth time.  

Against the sinking feeling of his gut, he forced himself to stretch his grin further as he waved a hand in dimissory. “No, I’m fine,” he exclaimed a tad bit louder than he would like. “And this sure is a hooker! Been a while since I’ve had a good drink!”

The liquor did taste good, probably the most top-notch quality that bootlegged could offer. But the taste was soured by this moment, how it was all a farce on Alastor’s part, as much as it may have been for Lucifer, the both of them eyeing each other intently.

And this definitely was noticed by Charlie, who watched them quietly, sensing the building of tension in the air that came from the both of them.

But that tension was broken immediately by Lilith, who seemed to not have noticed the exchange as she was busy looking elsewhere. “Darling, I see that Stolas has just arrived. Goodness, he seemed to have brought that little toy of his instead of his wife! How scandalous.”

For that moment, Lucifer moved his attention away from Alastor, smiling kindly to his frau. “Now, my love, we shouldn’t stick our noses into his business. Let him have his fun. Shall we say our ‘hello’?”

Seeing that this was the end of their little meeting, he moved to his daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he patted her head affectionately, and Charlie preened at this loving fatherly affection. A sight that would have made Alastor glad to see her so happy if it wasn’t for the fact that it was almost unbearable to look at the both of them together now.

And then a hand came to his shoulder in a friendly pat, immediately irking him from being touched but unable to do anything about it. From the corner of his eye, the Big Apple was looking at him with his lips pulled back into that familiar chilling grin, hidden from his wife’s and daughter’s view and given specially to him.

“Relax, my friend,” Lucifer said cheerily, an undertone clearly noted, “Enjoy the party, yes?”

Alastor could only watch as he linked his arm to Lilith’s and walked away. Despite the noise and activity that was going on around him, he felt like he had hit a standstill in time, his mind racing down a trail of spiralling thoughts, unsure of what to think or feel at this moment, amazed yet disturbed that he didn’t know.

”Alastor?”

Charlie’s voice calling his name in concern broke him out of the almost train wreck of his mind as he turned to look at her with unreadable eyes that did not give way to the turmoil inside him.

“I hope you don’t mind Daddy…” she said reassuringly, looking quite fretful.  “He’s a little intimidating, is all.”

A ‘little’ was clearly such an extreme understatement.

[...]

“Have a seat, Mr. Carlon,” Lucifer gestured to the seat opposite his and his desk, and Alastor accepted the invitation willingly.

An intricate silver cigarette casing was taken out from his jacket’s inner pocket, popped open and held out to Alastor, who took one with a nod of thanks. A stick to his own lips and Lucifer took a lighter to graciously alight both their cigarettes.

Alastor took a second to himself to enjoy a much-needed puff as Lucifer circled around the desk back to his armchair. “Are you feeling better?” he asked politely, making himself comfy in his seat.

Exhaling another puff that seemed like a relief to his lungs, Alastor replied, “What gave you the implication that I wasn’t?”

“The look on your mug when you saw mine.”

And just like that, it seemed the smoke did no use to ease him any longer, watching as Lucifer’s face split into a wide grin, laughing softly with a shake of his head. And yet, this was not all that shocking to him, taking a silent breath to himself as he willed his tense body to move, leaning forward to flick the ashes of his cigarette on a nearby ashtray.

“So, we’re dropping the pretence now, I assume?” Alastor questioned blankly, putting the cigarette back to his lips.

 “You’re not really someone easy to forget, Mr. Carlon,” Lucifer noted casually with the flicker of his own cigarette ash onto the ashtray. “Or should I just call you ‘Alastor’, now that we’re very familiar with each other?”

“Call me anything you want. Either one’s my name anyway.”

Lucifer only hummed in agreement, and quickly after, a silence ensued. Both men did not talk, just sitting across each other, focus on only their own gaspers within the silence of the study. But while Lucifer was reclining on his chair looking elsewhere, Alastor’s eyes were fixed on him – watching, waiting, anticipating, even though he had no clue what to expect at all.

And that bothered him to no end.

“Come now, no need to be so tense,” Lucifer suddenly broke the silence in a reassured tone. “Did you enjoy the cake, Alastor?”

A strange turn of a conversation, but one Alastor kept up with as she politely shook his head. “Didn’t take a slice, sorry. I’m not a fan of sweets.”

Lucifer looked almost disappointed to hear that. “Oh? What a shame. It’s a lovely cake. Pineapple upside-down. Very fashionable. My wife picked it out.”

Taking a drag before exhaling smoke in a puff, he continued almost mellow-like. “Ah, my Lilith. Such a catch, isn’t she? How I do love her so dearly.”

Alastor only nodded along, keeping a polite smile on his face. Any egg would know better than to show much enthusiasm when a man was talking about his wife, so he kept the niceties to a minimum in this strange atmosphere, still simply watching and waiting.

“Do you know who else I love dearly, Alastor?”

And just like that, Alastor immediately felt his smile dropping just the slightest.

“My daughter.”

Lucifer took a last drag, smoothly blowing smoke out in a smooth stream before butting it out on the ashtray, and that’s when his eyes turned to look at him, narrowed into dangerous slits that seemed reminiscent of a snake ready to pounce.

“Which is why I want to know how exactly did she manage to wind up with you.”

If looks could kill, then Lucifer was intent to do so, withdrawing from under his desk a revolver.

The silence in the room could have been quiet enough to hear the way Alastor’s heart dropped right to the floor as he stared at the bean-shooter aimed right at his head.

Even after he felt the last bits of his cigarette turning to ash and falling to the floor, he was too frozen to even move to discard it on the ashtray. In his standstill, his eyes remained on Lucifer, whose glare only seemed more menacing against his grin.

“Well?”

“We’re neighbours.”

It was the truth, so what else could he have said other than that? But judging from the way his eyes widened in slight surprise, the answer clearly wasn’t what Lucifer was expecting. Then again, maybe it’s how he answered so blankly that threw him off. Alastor couldn’t be too sure at which.

“Apologies if it isn’t as exciting as you might think I had more dire intentions,” he apologised for no reason in particular, “but it is as simple as that.”

The revolver unwavering, Lucifer rested his head on his free hand, looking thoughtful. “That’s not really much of an answer.”

“She’s the one who invited me.”

“And there she was, looking so shy and bashful when she wanted me to meet you,” Lucifer said with a hard edge to his voice, as if the words that left his mouth left a disgusting taste on his tongue at the thought of it. “So, is this some sort of sick plan of yours, then?”

Without a doubt, Alastor was taken aback by the blatant accusation that was directed at him.

“To be completely fair, I had no idea that she was your daughter,” he explained. “I think you yourself could understand that from our very inopportune meeting earlier on.”

Lucifer laughed as if the memory of that meeting was humorous to him, and Alastor couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit peeved that he seemed to be laughing at him. He didn’t appreciate really being taken for a joke, even with a revolver pointed at right between his eyes.

“Well, now you do, so what then?”

“What makes you think I’d want to do anything to Charlie?” he countered back, almost challengingly as though to make a point for himself.

Lucifer may have definitely seen the agitation on his face, looking more bemused as he leaned forward, the revolver inching closer to Alastor’s head, but the radio host he remained calm, not even flinching in the slightest as he continued to observe.

“No need to play coy with me, friend. I’ve seen the stunt you’re able to pull. The way your eyes dilate with the thrill of the kill. Almost seems like you think of it as some fun game!”

Alastor couldn’t help but huff in amusement, his face not denying the truth in the man’s presumptions, which only prompted him to continue with, “So, is that what you’re intending to play with Charlie?”

The room fell into a hushed silence again, as Lucifer waited for his answer and Alastor staring blankly at him.

One would not have felt the spark of irritation that was growing within the man in the red suit. The way Lucifer prompted curiously, pressing him to spill, it admittedly agitated Alastor. He didn’t like having to be given the third this way, especially with the revolver pointed right at his face, as though mocking him into submission.

An inkling in him saw this as a sort of cowardice, that he’d have to whip out a heat just to have some show of power to intimidate him in the slightest. How absolutely obnoxious, he’ll say!

And so, vain and cocky in true fashion, Alastor couldn’t help but bite back even in the slightest, confident and without resistance, doing so with a sharp grin.

“If I wanted her dead, she would’ve been long gone before you even met me.”

Now, that definitely seemed like the wrong thing to say.

Alastor watched as the look on Lucifer’s face shifted, turning darker as his eyes narrowed, his grin starting to become a tad bit more tighter, clearly having a chord struck in him, the murderous intent burning more as the seconds passed by quickly.

Well, quite understandable really, considering he just up and dared indirectly said he wanted to have the curse on Charlie.

Yet, the words that followed the expression had no match at all.

 “You know, Alastor, you remind me of a deer.”

His darkening aura started to lighten up as he regained his composure, and the sudden change in the conversation only confused Alastor once more. He was probably getting whiplash from the constant turn of events that he had endured for the just the past hour or so, too stupefied to say anything now. No response came, only silence in waiting for the continuation.

“You don’t seem like so, but such a bravado that exists within you. So poised and elegant, like a buck with impressive antlers – an assertion of power and dominance. How you bring yourself so confidently that it seemed like you rule above all, that nothing could bring you down.”

A loud click suddenly resonated in the room, coming from the hammer of the revolver that’s been pushed down and ready for ignition.

And just like that, Alastor was startled, eyes widening as it darted to the tip of the barrel that was still aimed steadfastly in the middle of his forehead, focus only on that instead of the crazed grin on the Big Apple. It probably wasn’t loud, but he could hear the hammering of his heart resonate loudly in his hearing, almost blocking out the next seething words that followed.

“But put a gun right on them and it’s just an act, revealing nothing more than prey.”

[beevean]

Have you finished the sailing man fanfiction? If yes, what are your new thoughts on this fanfiction?

I did! It was beautiful! Loved it until the tragic end! It was exactly what I was looking for in a Charlastor fic: sweet in the way poison-laced honey is <3 I was impressed by the way all the plot threads were eventually tied together for a spectacular, heartwrenching finale.

I think I found the spiritual successor to that fic, which I'm now reading: Penance! At first I was a bit deterred by the disappointed tone of the author, but it's just as viscerally well written as The Smiling Man, and still keeping that wonderfully toxic dynamic between Charlie and Alastor :) (and, as a bonus to me, it's still set in the same universe lol)

[a-mel-tomelts]

Hi! I'm a charlastor shipper and also Ace with some side Aro, I'm still discovering/struggling with my own sexuality, but I can say I'm Ace.

This is a small rant and I speak this for myself and myself only.

There are lots of things I wanna say about the ship but I can simply say I love it. I think having Alastor in a relationship isn't a bad thing, AceAro can still be in a relationship, it's not black and white, it's a fluid spectrum (for me tbh, idk about what others think).

One thing I felt frustrated about the antis or the fandom in general, they used Alastor own Ace(Aro) card to dismiss charlastor. Now we have the bs father-daughter relationship excuse, not to mention, the bi-erasure.

Bi-erasure aside, people comments under charlastor contents with "but Alastor is Ace(Aro, usually Ace)" screams AceArophobics to me, it implied AceAro people can't have sex, can't be in a relationship, can't have a normal healthy sex life .

At first, it didn't bother me much until I kept seeing "but Alastor is ace" under charlastor contents everywhere. Maybe they didn't realised how AceArophobics they are, but that doesn't mean they should weaponized Alastor own sexuality and comment it under charlastor (or any ships!) posts.

It's hurtful how "X is AceAro" commented is, how the antis or the fandom didn't actually care about AceAro and just weaponized the ace(aro) cards of a fictional character to passive-aggressive toward X ships.

Not all Ace people is sex-replused! Not all Ace people doesn't like sex! Not all Ace people doesn't want to be in a relationship!

There are some personal rants I didn't put it here, but in the end, I don't speak for all AceAro. Nor others AceAro with different opinions speak for me.

But this is how I felt about antis and the people with "Alastor is ace" comments, to me, you're all Ace(Aro)phobics without realising it.

Tw//A lot of swears and rude words. I mention word BDSM and word dominated

Not gonna tag it.

I. Agree. SO much.

AroAce people or people on the spectrum CAN be in relationships and CAN have sex. They can kiss. They can do everything people in relationships do BUT they just would feel it differently! Not all people like this but a lot of aroace people I know like Queer-platonic relationships. The secret third thing between platonic and romantic. I have a friend who is AroAce but she's into BDSM! She doesn't feel sexual attraction AT ALL. But she likes the feeling of power or being dominated in a non-sexual way. (If I see people say "Well, then she's not Ace!" I will kick you.)

Even Markiplier, talking about Lady Demitrisu (how do I spell her name), said he would like to be dominated by her but not in a sexual way. It's about power. If people can fuck without feelings as FWB why can't Aces do the same?

I once was asked "Would you have fwb relationships with someone?" And I said "well, I won't be full on board with that but if it will help my friend - sure"

And you know what answer I got? "This is the most asexual answer"

Yeah. Alastor is ace - but ace people can have sex if they know it will please their partner.

Yes. Alastor is aromatic (I won't say on the spectrum.) but he clearly cares about Charlie and thinks of her as charming. So they can have something even if it will be different.

And since when did people care about sexuality?? Why do we care about fictional character's sexuality instead of real people? I know some people ship Vaggie and Angel. I also know people that ship Angel and Valentino. And you know what? If this person is not someone disgusting and they did no harm. Let them do whatever they want on the internet (it's a slippery slope. But I mean that people do whatever they want RESPONSIBLY). Let them ship some the most amoral things. Let them have their own corner as long as they realize the difference between fiction and reality. My policy will mark me as a "problematic shipper" but I honestly don't care. Pro shipping was never about problematic shipping - it was about respecting all kinds of shipping and ships.

If you are not into something - block it. Control your own space, set boundaries and be the one who makes the first move. A lot of times in life no one will stop talking about the things they like just because you don't like it. It will just make you an asshole to them or they'll think of you as someone weird and irresponsible.

Instead, you leave. You don't go to the place that makes you unhappy. You don't go somewhere just to rant and say "this is unacceptable!" When it's about INTERESTS.

If someone is actually concerning you because they CAN and WILL harm someone - then be aware and go hunting. Otherwise you are a boy that cries wolves.

[c-harli-e]

Dealmaking 《Charlastor》

    It had been consistently gnawing at him for the past few weeks. Something constantly settled in the back of his mind; endlessly worrying through any defensive mechanisms that he put in place to stop the thought from coming to the forefront of his mind.

    Alastor was a sentimental man on the surface. He doted on Charlie like no tomorrow; gifting her flowers and twirling her around the ballroom in such a way that everyone could see that he was enamoured. He knew he was like this on the surface; the way he’d present Rosie or Mimzy with flowers, or cart Niffty around also conveyed his ability to get along well with women.

    His mind however, was turned away from any long lasting sentimental thoughts about nearly every living creature that he had come across, whether it was topside or in Hell. He’d always felt that if anyone were to walk from his life, he’d just shrug and continue on. Nothing really hit struck him deeply; not until he’d met her.

    Alastor had been unable to attend to duties at the Hotel for the past week in a half; his mind had gone through a particularly rough rampage through Pentagram City and his Wendigo had been nearly unmanageable from the flesh of demons. It had been shameful, almost, how uncontrollable he had been. After the day or so of causing havoc in the city, he’d locked himself in his radio tower to collect his thoughts and regroup. 

    In those days, a sort of prickling pain started to edge its way onto the edge of his heart and he wasn’t sure what it was exactly. His fingers itched to do something and when he lay down in his bed to sleep for the first time in a week, it seemed like the mattress itself was miles long and almost uncomfortable - he knew he hadn’t felt that way only just a few months ago, the last time he’d slept at the radio tower.

    It wasn’t like he needed sleep; the itch of his eyelids was able to be ignored and the slight fatigue he felt wasn’t too bothersome. His fingers tapped slightly along the bedsheets and for a moment, all he felt was frustration at the inability to actually relax his body.

    After another hour of mindless tapping and thoughts, Alastor heaved out a long-suffering sigh and pushed the blankets away from him, sitting up on the bed. It ‘wasn’t terribly comfortable; he realized, not like the bed he shared when he stayed at the Hotel.

    His mouth crept downward into the most relaxed smile he knew he could muster as he thought of his bedmate. Charlie wasn’t exactly one to stay to herself while she slept; she sprawled and muttered and moved around senselessly. She slept more than he did, usually every other night, and he wondered if it was due to her Hellborn status. She usually lay on top of him, her legs tangling with his, fingers gripping his nightshirt and her lips moving in nonsensical speaking once in a while. The nights that he didn’t sleep, he’d lie awake, stroking the mess of curls on the one side of her head and flicking through the variety of songs that played through the radio in the room.

    With a flourish, Alastor stood and slid his hooves into his shoes before grasping onto the shadow magic that surrounded him and slipping through the darkness. He crept along the streets of Pentagram, unseen and deft as he made his way to the hotel that was on the other side of the city. Halfway there, he almost stopped and berated himself; running into the bed of someone wasn’t exactly the most dignified idea. 

    “You’re always welcome, here, Al, you know that,” he could almost hear her say to him, like she had done so many times in the past when he had vocalized his discomfort with just waltzing into her bedroom of all places.

    The shadows of the Hotel bent to his power as he drifted through them. Alastor noted how Husker was still awake, nursing a bottle of something, barely muttering to a still-hyper Niffty. Angel Dust was lounging on one of the couches, flipping mindlessly through a magazine while he lazily ate one of those popsies that he loved so much.. Alastor continued onward into the hotel, noting just how quiet everything seemed to be.

    As he neared Charlie’s sleeping quarters, he came to notice that her room was still brilliantly lit; there would be no shadow for him to travel into. His lips curved downward slightly at the hindrance; he’d either have to knock or just walk in.

    His ears flicked as he realized that there was actually speaking going on inside the room; his hearing picked it up rather easily and he moved closer to the door so that he would be able to hear the speakers just a little bit better.

    “- don’t know, Vags. It just seems hopeless!” A soft thud as Charlie most likely threw herself backward onto her bed.

    A gentle rustle of blankets, “I never thought you were one to give up, “Vaggie said, sounding tired.

    “Hey!” Charlie huffed indignantly, “I’m not giving up. I’m just unsure, is all!”

    “Well, if you don’t think he will, why don’t you?”

    Alastor blinked and tilted his head. Who was the ‘he’ that they were speaking about?

    There was a moment of silence from both Charlie and Vaggie. Alastor put his hand on the doorknob and was tempted to just make a grand entrance, though some part of him murmured that he should keep low and listen to them further.

    “I think that’s a good idea. Oh, he probably wouldn’t say yes,” He could hear Charlie flip over on the bed, her tone dejected, “I guess I’m weird for wanting him to propose to me. Being the Radio Demon’s wife, I guess. Is that weird?”

    Alastor felt a rush of heat flood through his face and up his ears, hand falling from the doorknob and his ears folding backward. The way she had said it; it sent ripples of pleasure through his spine and in that moment, he came to realize that it was probably the next logical step, right? 

    Marriage. He’d never put a whole lot of thought into it, either on the topside or down in Hell. No one had ever struck his fancy; had made him feel as though he would want to wed them. As he thought more on it, Charlie and Vaggie’s conversation slipping from his mind, he came to realize that Charlie was the one that he felt like that with. 

    The want to be curled next to her, the desire to listen to her babble nonsensically about the Hotel and it’s sponsors and the few demons that she had managed to redeem - he enjoyed listening to all of it. One of the few, if only, demons that he actually craved to be around. 

    With a wicked grin spread across his lips, Alastor dipped into the shadows once more and disappeared from the hotel.

    Hours later, he crept through the Hotel, fully formed. He knew how to keep quiet so that no one else would be able to hear him; it wasn’t a difficult mission. Alastor noted that the lights inside Charlie’s room were turned off, so he didn’t have too much of an issue just pushing open the door and stepping inside.

    On the bed lay Charlie, sprawled out and completely tangled in the blankets. His smile crept up and he shuffled in further, making sure to set his shoes near the door and hang his jacket up on one of the chairs in the room. He was still dressed in his sleepwear; he hadn’t had the time to change it between his attempt at sleeping at the tower and during his small errand.

    Alastor dipped down on to the mattress and with a short shake to Charlie’s shoulder, she jolted awake and blinked blearily at him.

    “Wha- Oh! Al!” A sleepy smile stretched across her face and she moved away from his side of the bed, shuffling the blankets so that he would be able to crawl in with her.

    He did, resting himself against the pillows and turning toward her. She scoot herself backward, her back against his chest, and he lazily tossed an arm over her waist. Charlie gave a soft murmur of appreciation at the affection, turning her head to look up at him.

    “I didn’t think you were coming over tonight,” She yawned, reaching up and rubbing her eyes, “I would have made space if I knew!”

    Alastor chuckled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, “That’s quite alright, darling. I didn’t quite expect myself to come over, either.”

    Charlie hummed and turned back over, Alastor watching how her eyes slipped closed and her breathing started to slow into a more relaxed pattern. He felt his own heart pound steadily in his chest, whatever was left of it, his own mind warping and twisting.

    “Charlie,” Alastor spoke, without even realizing he had started.

    “Mmm?” She hummed softly, not moving from her position, though she cracked open a single eye.

    “I need to talk to you,” His arm tightened around her waist and she rolled slightly so that she could make eye contact with him.

    She yawned again, turning fully so that she could see him better, “Now?”

    He nodded and propped himself up on an elbow, head tilted slightly, “Charlie, I have not loved very many things and even fewer people in both of my lives. It’s strange to me,” He reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand, grin soft, “That with every passing moment, my love for you grows stronger.”

    Charlie’s cheeks darkened further and she smiled prettily at him, “Al.”

    He leaned forward and her smile widened as he pressed a kiss to her lips. He didn’t give them often; Charlie rest her hand on his shoulder and kissed Alastor back just as sweetly as he was to her. When he pulled away, he didn’t move too far and kept his eyes on hers

    “Will you allow me to love you forever? Day after day, month after month, year after year?” He reached down to the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled out the smooth ring that he had kept safely there, holding it out to her with his index and thumb, “Charlotte Magne, may I be yours forever?”

    Charlie’s eyes widened and filled with tears, her throat closing up slightly at the complete vulnerable look on Alastor’s face. She nodded frantically, holding out her hand. Alastor took it and slid the ring onto her finger; a simple silver band with a single diamond engrained in it. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, laughing.

    “Yes, Al, of course!” She peppered kisses along his cheek and Alastor felt the magic of dealmaking snap around them, a gentle green glow emitting from them.

    He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, watching as the single diamond glittered in the low light. Alastor felt as though he were overcome by so many emotions and yet none at all; none of the emotions he had ever felt, in both lives, could compare to the feeling he was washed with while he looked over Charlie, wearing his ring and a grin on her lips. He leaned forward, nose brushing against hers.

“So, it’s a deal then.”

[devintrinidad]

Charlastor Week #5: Date

“Why, pray tell, are we here again?” Alastor fingered his binoculars as he gazed at the scene below them. On his face, his usual smile was pinched and wavered so slightly when he caught a glance of something that he would rather not look at. “From what I can see, our presence is not needed.”

“Because,” Charlie stressed as she, too, adjusted the binoculars that rested on her eyes. “We need to make sure that Angel Dust is okay.”

Alastor sighed and set his binoculars to rest on his chest, the straps of the binocular allowing him to do so. He tapped Charlie lightly on the shoulder, careful to not allow his claws to accidentally dig into her clothing.

“I may not be the most knowledgeable concerning…. whatever this is, but I assume our neighborhood spider knows what he’s doing. After all, doesn’t he do this for a living?” He gestured towards the aforementioned spider demon who, if one were to look closely, was smiling contently in the presence of another. “I know that you’re worried about your first patient, but isn’t this an invasion of privacy?”

Charlie fumbled for words as she tried to justify what she was doing. On one hand, she truly cared for Angel. She loved him like a brother and she knew that he felt the same for her. It had taken a while, a few years in fact, but Angel went from outright sabotaging gangster to a harmless, annoying prankster. His tendencies for evil were curbed and he was, for the lack of a better word, almost angelic. Perhaps this year, he would be eligible for an appointment from a few angels from Heaven. Of course, it would be a slow process, but Charlie knew that he had it in him. As for this current situation, well…

Could you blame Charlie for being so careful? She didn’t want Angel to be corrupted by the common sinner or worse, she didn’t want him to get his heart broken after months of therapy about his self-esteem and purpose in life.

Therefore, it was up to Charlie and whoever was willing to help her, to make sure that Angels’ progress was heavily monitored.

In this case, they were monitoring Angel’s date with a newbie who had fallen into Hell only a few weeks ago.

“Come on, Al! I thought you were all for entertainment no matter how unethical it may seem.”

“That, my dear, applies to murder, cannibalism, and general discontent. This,” he grandly gestured to the scene below, “is trivial, and frankly, disturbing.” His eyes widened in disbelief as he adjusted the clarity of the binoculars’ lenses. “What are they doing with their mouths?”

Charlie gasped and did the same. “Oh my gosh!!!” She squealed with happiness. “They’re kissing and they look so happy together and—“

Alastor clapped a hand over her mouth, which caused Charlie to look up at him in question.

“Careful, dearest. Do you really want all of Pentagram City to know that you’re stalking one of your patients? I may not care about the hotel’s main theme, but it would hinder our business.”

“Ugggghhhh, fine, “ she answered, though her voice was heavily muffled by the hand that was held over her mouth. She pushed Alastor’s hand away from her own before magicking her binoculars into a pocket dimension for safe keeping. “Since it appears our presence isn’t needed, what do you want to do?”

“The Princess of Hell in want of something to do, with me, the infamous Radio Demon? Why—“ He placed a clawed hand over his heart, a mocking look on his face. “—I haven’t felt like swooning ever since my mother last pinched my cheeks!”

“Har de har har.” Without warning, Charlie took hold of Alastor’s elbow and steadily guided him in the opposite direction of Angel’s date. All the while, she ignored how Alastor’s radio static gradually began to feel less like a radio tuning into different channels and more like a satanic ritual gone wrong.

There was a lot of screaming and moaning of the damned.

“Lighten up, Alastor!” Charlie tugged him even closer as their footsteps went from a casual stroll to outright running. “This is gonna be fun!”

Alastor’s smile tightened in annoyance.

~~~

“When I said that entertainment applied only to murder, cannibalism, and general discontentment, I didn’t mean that the general discontentment should apply to me.”

“I don’t know… I feel like this is plenty entertaining.”

“My dear, I’ve lured hordes of demons into the pitch darkness of insanity just by hearing my broadcasts. Don’t assume that you are the sole exception.”

Much to his dismay, instead of the fear that Alastor craved, Charlie merely nodded at his little spiel and politely—politely!—booped him on the nose.

Twice.

Charlie and Alastor were seated at a small cafe that Vaggie and Charlie used to frequent before life at the hotel became too hectic. Inside, there were demons that were punished for lower level sins: theft, suicide, being a disturbance to the rest of society, etc. The patrons were often undisturbed and polite, at least when compared to the rest of the denizens of Hell. In fact, when the hotel had first opened, most of those who had frequented this establishment had actually gave a thought into joining the redemption business. Not all were redeemed, however, but everyone was in a work in progress.

As it were, Charlie was entranced by the newer additions on the menu while Alastor was nursing a mug of black coffee. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his feet tapped nonsensically on the hardwood flooring, and his smile was strained at best.

“I feel like I want to order,” Charlie announced as she snapped the menu shut. She assessed Alastor’s position and the fact that his menu was busy acting like a coaster for his coffee. Like always, his eyes were trained on hers—creepy, but not as much as when they had first met. “What say you, Al?”

He gave a long suffering sigh before gesturing towards the soup section on his menu. “Probably not the most palatable of choices, but it will have to do.”

“Food snob,” Charlie lightly teased. “You won’t like it until you try it.”

He arched an eyebrow, his foot ceasing its tapping. “Does that apply to this situation?”

“Kind of? Look, it’s been a while since we’ve had some downtime without business hanging over our heads. Why not just have some fun for a couple hours before we start filing our taxes and whatnot.” Charlie stirred in some sugar into her tea and inhaled the inviting aroma. “I mean, if Angel can go on a date, then why not us?”

Alastor’s radio static, which had been a low murmur for the majority of time they had been staying at the cafe—at Charlie’s request, of course—suddenly stopped. The dead silence, which had been foreign to Charlie ever since the Radio Demon had shown up at her door, had most of the patrons that were brave enough to withstand the Radio Demon’s presence running. However, Charlie had been more than acquainted with Alastor at this point—at this point, they could be considered friends—and she simply took another calming sip of her tea. Gone were the days where she felt socially awkward and shy around her dear friend. A perturbed Alastor was still an Alastor that didn’t have the means to hurt her. She was too powerful for that, anyway.

Besides, Alastor looked like he had sucked on the world’s sourest lemon than angry.

Which was obviously a big improvement.

“Would you care to repeat that, Charlie?”

“Fine. I’ll rephrase it.” Charlie leaned forward into Alastor space, causing him to jerk backward and away from her. The radio silence continued and Charlie couldn’t help but smirk at Alastor’s… lack of bravado. “You. Me. On a date. Now.”

Alastor blanched at that and for a moment, Charlie almost felt bad.

But this was Hell, she was the Princess of all of Hell, and she would be damned if she didn’t feel a little vindicated for all the times that Alastor had scared her in the past. Revenge was sweet whenever she was serving it.

Soon, the usual radio static resumed, although it sounded like he was flipping through channels before settling on something that sounded like slow jazz.

“Trying to lift the mood?”

“Were you requesting that we go on a date right now or…” Alastor almost sounded embarrassed. He fiddled with the tie that was wound tight against his throat and his ears, cute little things they were, had lain flat against his head. “… are we already on one?”

“Depends. You get to decide. Either way, we are going to enjoy ourselves.” With that note of finality, Charlie turned back to her tea and enjoyed the sweetness that settled gently against her tongue.

Alastor’s ear’s seemed to shudder against his head before he, too, took a sip of his preferred drink.

“A date.” He shook his head at that colloquialism, a disturbed look on his features. “Back in my day, we would call it courting and it was usually the gentleman coaxing the dame and not the other way around.”

Charlie shrugged. “It’s the twenty-first century and counting. You either get with the times or you’ll eventually be left in the dust.” She giggled quietly to herself. In a voice no louder than a mouse’s whisper, she said, “I’m older than you, but you’re acting like an old man.”

Alastor’s ears twitched in irritation. “I heard that, dear.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t. Now, about that date?”

“I should have known that you wouldn’t forget.” Alastor drummed his fingers atop the table. The jazz that was playing in the background seemed to grow  little distorted and erratic the faster that Alastor continued his little drumming session until—

“I suppose we might as well make the most of our time spent right in the here and now.” He still looked a little perturbed, but the jazz had returned and the smile that was on his face was one of gentle consideration. He had agreed. “But please, nothing untoward and violating the five—“

“The five foot rule,” Charlie chimed in, looking like she had won a million dollars worth of gold. “Don’t worry, Al! I got your back! It’s not like I would make you do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“This farce of a date says otherwise.” Voice dry, Alastor hummed a few bars of an old musical number he heard when he was a boy and proceeded to stand from his seat. Any demons that had not left the vicinity began to run out the doors or fall unconscious to the ground—staff included. “However, I suppose that I must bend one of my rules just this once.”

A little worried that she may have pushed his buttons a little farther and harder than what was necessary, Charlie also stood up—albeit, a little too hastily so that her seat toppled to the ground.

“Alastor, what are—“

He took both of her hands in his and smiled a smile that was fit for one of the most mischievous imps in all of Hell.

“What is a date without a little entertainment?” He whistled low under his breath and immediately, there was a change in lighting, scenery, and even the table that they had occupied appeared to be heavily laden with food. “Care for a dance, my dear?”

Charlie looked in awe at their arrangements before pulling in Alastor close so that their bodies were flush with each other. She could feel both of their bodies melding into each other as their feet seemed to know what to do.

“It would be my pleasure, Alastor.”

[charlastor-hoe-6]

Hellfire {Charlastor}

{Okay so I have been wanting to write a fanfic that deals with Hellfire and Charlastor for so long, like you seriously have no idea and hearing the beautiful project from Rainbott, where I heard Alastor sing Hellfire instantly gave me the inspiration back.

I did struggle on deciding with the setting for this. My original plan was to have it take place in hell with them both being demons. But then I changed my mind. While Alastor isn't a complete priest in this story then he is still a very godly man. He meets Charlie at a party that was hosted by her family. When he saw her something in him changed. Also, yes I know Alastor is asexual but he is still capable of those feelings and desires which is why I thought that it would be even more interesting that nobody has ever made him so sinful before and he just grows obsessed with her through hatred and love (even if what he's feeling can't really be called love xD) but yeah I hope this explains it and I really hope you'll enjoy!}

Beata Maria

You know I am a righteous man,

Of my virtue I am justly proud,

Alastor sighed quietly to himself as he looked at the fireplace in his huge room. It was rare of him to show an expression besides his smile. In fact he had never ever showed nothing but his smile in front of those other imbeciles but something wasn't right and he hated that. There was a deep pain and desire eating him from the inside. Something that made him feel crazy. As of late someone had taken over his mind, more precisely, a woman, yet that woman was on his mind and just wouldn't leave him alone. No, he was the one who was always supposed to be in control. Things weren't supposed to be this way! He turned around, his back facing the fireplace, and he started pacing around in his room.

Beata Maria,

You know I`m so much purer than,

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd,

He stared back at the fire after a few moments. The feeling being way too tempting to refuse. Those burning flames reminded him of his sins for falling for that beautiful, yet wretched temptress. The day he first saw that golden haired woman, something changed inside of him. He was an all powerful man. He was always higher and better then anybody else. But when he saw that bright smile. He was caught off guard

It wasn't a facade, that smile and joy were completely real. Seeing her dance and laugh so joyously made his heart clench in his chest. When he asked her to dance with him then her smaller hand in his felt so right and seeing those brown eyes stare into his own made him feel so weird and ever since after that dance he wasn't able to get her out of his head.

Then tell me, Maria,

Why I see her dancing there,

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul,

Alastor felt as if he was truly losing every ounce of his sanity, going more and more insane with this feeling deep inside of him. He didn't want to experience these feelings. His entire life he had been better to feel so pathetic. Like any other commoner would. But here he was. It made him sick with need, sick with the feeling of wanting to have the girl close to him. He hated it. He absolutely despised it. God knows he wanted to get rid of this sickening feeling inside of him. This was, oh so wrong. He couldn`t have these stupid feelings towards her. This stupid girl who had made a great man such as himself, weak at his knees.

I feel her,

I see her,

The sun caught in her golden blonde hair,

Is blazing in me out of all control,

The more he stared into those flames, then the more he saw the girl's smiling face. This girl was tainting him, teasing him, tearing him apart. He felt as if he was burning from inside and out. It was unfair! He shouldn't feel like this. No, he couldn`t feel like this! Though he hated himself even more for feeling such a need towards that girl. He needed her more than anything as of now, yet he wanted nothing more than to get rid of her as well for doing this to him! Though even death sounded as too blissful of a punishment for that temptress.

Like fire,

Hellfire,

This fire in my skin,

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin,

Ever since that fateful day she had haunted him day and night. He couldn't pull himself free from that witch's clutches. That girl was to blame for all of this, not him. None of this was his fault nor would it ever be. Everything had gone wrong ever since he first met her. How Now he was so needy, obsessed and lustful. It was only because of that one witch. He didn`t understand why and Alastor hated things he didn't understand and had no control over.

It`s not my fault,

I`m not to blame,

It is that cursed girl,

The witch that set this flame,

Alastor had never felt a need like this before. He felt no attraction towards anyone. These lustful feelings were completely new to him and he didn't understand them. Why did she have to come his way and ruin him in such a way? She was disgusting. She was a demon in his eyes. This need. This indescribable feeling of lust was unexplainable to him. He wanted the girl under him, screaming his name, looking up at him with such love in those gorgeous brown orbs. The girl showing her that she needed him just as much as he wanted and needed her. Even though those thoughts only managed to anger him more, This was wrong wrong wrong. This was all wrong!

It`s not my fault,

If in God`s plan,

He made the devil so much,

Stronger than a man,

Yet there was one thing that he was sure of. He wasn't to blame for these feelings, this damn desire clawing at his soul. It was the girl's fault and only hers. Everything had gone wrong since their first encounter. If she wouldn't have tempted him that much on that fateful day, then wouldn`t be in such situation right now because of her. He was strong and all powerful and he would end up winning in the end.

Protect me, Maria,

Don`t let this siren cast her spell,

Don`t let her fire sear my flesh and bone,

Of course, he just had to see the girl smiling and laughing in his mind. Those visions plagued him non stop and drove him insane. He could see her do those sedutive moves, skipping and dancing around, all of that had made him feel so filthy. He wanted this teasing to stop. More then anything! He wanted this temptress as far away from him as possible. He truly counted himself to be far above over such disgusting, sinful desires. Every single other woman he had met left him feeling indifferent, why couldn't she have been the same way? He hated how much he wanted nothing more than to have the girl wrap her arms around him, look up at him with those beautiful orbs. He would do anything to feel those soft lips against his, but he couldn`t give in. No he just couldn't. He had to make god see that he was indeed worthy of him and he was, he really was. Until that girl came along and ruined absolutely everything.

Destroy Charlie!

And let her taste the fires of hell,

Or else let her be mine and mine alone,

A quiet growl left past Alastor's lips. No matter where he looked he was haunted by that damned girl, but especially in those mesmerising flames.Everything reminded him of the girl. He would get the girl and own her. Oh yes he would. He would take her all for himself, since the girl made him feel so dirty then he had every right to return that feeling. But he would make it so much worse. He would destroy her. He would make the girl feel the same way as he did. That gorgeous, yet damned girl would love him too. He was planning for her to feel pain and insanity that he was forced to feel because of her. Most importantly he would make the girl love him. Because he loved her. He really did, even though it felt like such a sin.

Hellfire,

Dark fire,

Now, my darling,

It`s your turn,

It would be Charlie's turn to feel this agony Now it was her time to feel the pain she made him feel for all this time. Alastor would make the girl pay for everything she had caused him with pain and torture. But eventually that pain and anger would be turned into love and adoration. Yes, the girl would look at him with hearts in her gorgeous eyes by the end of it.

Choose me or,

Your pyre,

Be mine or you will burn!

He looked down at his shaking hands that held the napkin. The only object of her's that he had in his possession. He glared and gripped it tightly in his hand, before throwing it into the fireplace in anger. It burned quickly, just like his darling would if she didn`t choose him, as her one and only. Oh but her suffering would be so much more slower and painful. So much more enjoyable for him. God would get rid of those not worthy. He felt a bang of pain in his heart as he grabbed onto his chest. The need to have the girl was enormous. He just wanted the girl right now, hugging onto him with her slender arms.

God have mercy on her,

God have mercy on me,

But she will be mine,

Or she will,

Burn!

The man fell onto his knees. This weakness made him feel more sick then anything but he would be the one to laugh by the end of it. He would take that temptress and make her all his. Yes, he would give the girl two choices, either she would be his and only his, or she would be suffer a fate worse then death itself. Either way the girl would only be his forever. No matter what she would choose. He would get all of her love, all of it and the girl would yearn for him. Go insane for him and his very presence to be near her. They'd be one in body and soul. They would be together, before he completely lost his mind. A deep sigh left past his lips as he forced himself to stand up and sat down at his bed. Soon, so soon he would let his plans unfold. If he were to fall into darkness, then he would make sure to drag her down with him, so they would be together forever.

It was her who had made him feel this sick desire so she would be the one who would have to deal with the consequences.

After all, love really made a man do crazy things.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Charlastor Week Day 6

Day 6 (3-6): Hurt / Comfort There are many things the great Radio Demon was known for. Fear, terrifying deals, his many blood shed rumors-..But that's life for a tyrant in H*ll. His latest deal with the princess had been most benefictial. Many victims have fallen into his clutches. It was almost too easy. The princess herself was almost too easy to manipulate. He had gained her trust after all and her sweet nature was also something he used to his advantage. He just had to worry about that Vaggie character. She seemed highly suspicious of him. But no matter. He'd find some way to deal with her. Right now he had other business to attend to. "What seems to be the problem my princess?" The princess had been found by him slumped over the table in the hotel's mini library and she jumped back startled. She was still skittish around the crazy tyrant and seemed to force her small smile. "O-Oh...Hello, Mr. Alastor. Yeah. Im just fine. Y'know just going through the motions." Her aganizing smile widened. He rose a brow and kept his eyes on her. Eventually his gaze made her look away, still with her large fake smile."Hmm. You don't look too hot. What's on your mind, my dear?" Before she could answer, he pulled out a chair and sat down across from her. Crossing his legs and setting his staff next to him(which somehow stood straight up by itself) before leaning towards her ever smiling. "I promise you I can be very helpful when need be." She gave him a confused look, but sighed and leaned back. Rubbing her hands across her face. "Really. I'm fine. Just dealing with some.....moods." He continued to stare. "....You know what's the best quality I've developed being a 'helper to the people'?" She stared at him so he continued. "It's being able to tell if one's lying to my face. Let's me know when one's about to....'exit' their half of the deal. Now my dear..." He leaned forward more, raising a brow. "Would you care to tell me EXACTLY what's bothering you?" She still sat there frozen, but eventually looked down in shame or maybe embarrassment."...Do you ever think that maybe singing is useless?" This caught him off guard for a moment. Singing? Useless? What an absolutely silly idea! Why some of his best performances included his lovely voice. Some of the best acts he's SEEN included singing. Why the way one's voice could just go over notes and pitches was just beautiful. It's what first made him see the princess as a likable person. He blinked. "Now who would put such a silly, silly idea into that pretty little head of yours?" He held his arms out. "Singing is an art, my dear. One of the most passionate ways of expression. If it was silly there wouldn't be people with careers based off it." She thought over what he just said and gave a small smile. "Heh. I guess...." She frowned again. "But, I guess it's easier for you to say that." This made his eyes narrow. "You still didn't answer my question. Now, I'll ask again." She gulped slightly under his gaze. "Who put such a silly.....silly idea into that pretty little head of yours?" She froze under that fanged smile. It was like she couldn't look away and she didn't even know the words left her mouth when she stuttered out-"K-Katie." His eyes unnarrowed instantly and he leaned back straight up in his chair like that never even happened with a more relaxed smile. "Oh, her. Don't take anything she says too seriously, Dear." He waved a hand dismissively. "That skank couldn't possibly compare to that lovely picture show performance you displayed. It was one of the things I found attractive about you." ".....You really find me attractive?" It seemed he froze up upon realizing the error in his comment. The princess gave him a look that one would have when they were waiting for something. Most likely an answer from him. But he wasn't lying. Her singing voice was one of the better ones he'd heard while in h*ll and it was attractive to the ear. Thinking quickly, he relaxed back and said, "Well, of course. Like I said, my dear princess. You have one of the more attractive voices I've heard-" He stopped when he heard her giggle. A bright smile was adorned on her face....which made his chest tight for some reason. "It makes me happy someone thinks so. Hmhm. Thank you." " For....what if I may ask, My dear?" He didn't move when she got up and walked around the table and over to him. Two arms wrapped around him in a platonic hug from her, but that didn't stop him from freezing. "For making me feel better, Silly. You're right! I shouldn't be so gloomy about it." He gave off a chuckle. "O-Of course! After all, it's only natural to-" A small warmth was made present on his forehead when she gave him a thankful kiss for cheering her up. A sudden static sound, like a TV suddenly going crazy from a lost signal, startled her and made her look at him. His eyes like radio gauges spun as his body shuddered and twitched. She watched shocked until a final sputter sent him face palming the table. "AL!" 

@charlastor-week

[secreterces-charlie]

Yo yo yo! It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m tired, sad and single, but I cope by baking cupcakes and drawing my ships smooching ❤️

The original template is by @a-moop, and thanks @charliecharlo for calling my attention to this because it inspired me to draw some of these characters for the first time in years! Some of them I never even colored in any other drawings before!

Here’s the ship list👇

First row:

Marcus & Secret, a weird angel-demon thing and a very confused human, two characters from a story I have yet two write

LizardHat – Demencia & Black Hat, from the show Villainous by Alan Ituriel, and I know Hattie’s scowling, but we all know he loves his pretty little psycho dearly~

Lumpygrab – LSP & Lemongrab, a ship I dedicated a blog to because even though they’re canon, they’re still a rarepair and a crackship – what other craziness would you expect from Adventure Time?

Second row:

Francoeur & Vlaštovka (Swallow bird in English) – a robot dictator and his harpy companion, villains of another story I have yet to write. And yes, Vlaštovka does indeed have four arms. I drew those, but was too lazy to draw her actual wings.

Zora & Akta – the first gay characters I ever made, I think. Zora was a creepypasta/demon OC who I gave overpowered abilities to, but then redesigned her because she was killing me with cringe. Akta is... not exactly a demon? Her story is in progress, but I keep rethinking what she should be, exactly. As you could probably guess, she was inspired by Chara from Undertale :)

Trirax – Trixie & Thorax, from My Little Pony, the rarepair ship I will go down with. They’d be adorable together and you can’t tell me otherwise!

Third row:

Darx & Vitalia – would you believe if I told you these were Minecraft OCs? Yeah. I read a few books written in the Minecraft universe a while ago and was inspired, but I wanted to make it different. So, I wrote a story where Vitalia (the white-haired one) manages to topple over a bunch of potions that mix together and do something to her and the Enderman chasing her (Darx!). They discover that they’re slowly turning into each other’s race, she’s becoming a monster and he’s becoming human, hence the weird skin colours.

Goddess Secret & Rwakk – I made A LOT of alternate versions of Secret. She was originally a pony OC, and most of her AU versions are also ponies. In one story I was co-writing with a friend of mine, we started joking about him always writing bad endings and me always writing good and happy endings. This resulted in the creation of two gods of story-telling, influencing worlds, battling each other and playing with each other, and keeping the story-writing universe in balance. It’s not exactly a ship, but Rwakk is a dear friend of mine and he deserves a kiss 😘 Also we use these characters to cope sometimes, so 🤷‍♀️

Jabu and (the OG) Secret – two dorks from an RP filled with pirates, slavery and underage drinking, what fun! Basically Jabu (the zebra) has been serving a rich guy his whole life and never knew anything else, until Secret came with a pirate crew she joined on accident and, too empathetic for her own good, decided to show him friendship, and kindness, and a world where he didn’t have to always return favors, where he didn’t always have to listen to orders. While playing this RP and trying to get Jabu to understand as simple concepts as “this isn’t a deal, I’m just being nice, you don’t have to immediately pledge your service to me bro, chill” really challenged my writing (and also sometimes my morals, as Jabu had none).

Fourth row:

Entrapdak – Hordak & Entrapta from She-Ra: The Princesses of Power! One of my more controversial ships because Hordak is the villain, and he’s pretty evil, and then Entrapta is the greatest example of a morally grey character and his first real friend. I really hope they end up being okay, but with the way the series is going right now, I’m slightly worried about them. Also just a note, if you ever get into the fandom and ship them, know that there are ppl arguing against this ship everywhere. It’s not worth it to join the fights. Let the ship wars be.

Papara – Chara & Papyrus from Undertale, my two faves from the game. Over time I sorta gave Chara my own headcanon of abilities and backstory and stuff, and decided that someone like them could really use someone with endless forgiveness in his heart in their life. I wrote tons of “second chance for Chara” fanfics I never finished, and I hope there’ll be more content of them.

Prie & Lavinne – OCs from a comic I’m determined to make! Everything about them keeps changing except for their designs but rest assured that their stories are magnificient! Also you don’t get to see it from this angle but Prie has three eyes, two on this side and one on the side we can’t see.

Fifth row:

Penny and Marion – the OG ship. I got into MLP and FNAF fandoms around the same time and since I’ve never before been in one, I was absolutely in love with all of it, especially the Brony community. So, I wrote a crossover fan fiction about a robot pony fighting Purple Guy! I wrote two and a half story about her, with twenty parts total, and to this day I am immensely proud of this. The fact that she somehow falls in love with the puppet of all animatronics should not be important 😅

Lemon Pancakes – Lemongrab 2 & Breakfast Princess, a magnificient ship @charliecharlo came up with (bless you for this treasure) I realized I absolutely love BP’s design (especially in normal clothes tho) and I live for the angst that has to come eventually when LG2 becomes a part of LG3.

Charlastor – Charlie Magne & Alastor form @vivziepop’s Hazbin Hotel cartoon! If anyone dares tell me a) that Al is asexual and cannot therefore have romantic relationships or b) that Charlie is canonically with Vaggie, I won’t do anything but I’ll be silently judging you from over here. Once more I call to all of you. Let the ship wars be, they’re especially aggressive in this fandom, and it hasn’t even existed for that long. That being said, I love that they’re both musical souls and I really really hope Alastor becomes genuine friends with her in canon, at least.

So yeah, that’s a wrap!

Happy Valentine’s to all of you!

[grbgcn2]

Hazbin Hotel Fic Idea

Alright so I saw an art post on Twitter about a human!Charlastor AU. Alastor and Charlie meet and develop feelings for each other or they fall in love (I think). Anyways it doesn’t last long bc Charlie ends up dying- murder probably.

So, my idea is that sorta like this. Charlie ends up finding a way to the human world/ is granted access by the gatekeeper (the owl dude from Helluva Boss). She spends some time there and meets Alastor a week later- they crash into each other. They keep meeting coincidentally and quickly become friends. Charlie tells Alastor she’s new around here, so he show her around town and the sights. He tells her he’s one of the town’s radio hosts which makes Charlie laugh. “So, that’s why your voice sounded so familiar!”

Alastor laughs too, just as a bunch of people come running down the street. “I’m also pretty famous.” And they book it.

More time passes and Alastor is just even more SMITTEN with Charlie but she has to go back to Hell soon- royal duties and whatnot. She tells Alastor, who’s sad to see her go. He grabs her arm gently. “Can’t you stay a bit longer?”

“No.” She leaves. What sucks is that she’s gotten too attached to the human world and Alastor so she comes up with a plan- to die so Alastor can move on and forget her- to return to Hell.

So Charlie gets murdered. Its raining when Alastor finds the body. Before he calls the police he notices something on the ground and picks it up. It’s the killer’s signature . He calls the police, an investigation happens, the case goes cold quickly. Turns out the murderer was part of some gang/mafia and has the police in their pocket. 

To avenge Charlie Alastor sets down a war path and starts to learn how to do voodoo and shit. He goes after the gang/mafia and annihilates them, including the corrupt police. (He ends up with a reputation in Hell bc of how many demons he’s made deals with and with the amount of ppl he’s killed/ through his killing method.) And as he kills them one by one he puts flowers or something over Charlie’s grave. Pretty soon the tomb is overflowing- there’s a whole bouquet or something. Alastor’s satisfied. For the time being.

Years pass and Alastor starts to get this… itch. He trie so many things to squelch it but it doesn’t go away. That is, until he accidentally kills someone.

The itch comes and goes, Alastor kills here and there. He buries the bodies in the woods that surround his house. Eventually the itch is unquenchable- he turns into a serial killer. (Turns out he likes killing. A lot.)

So one evening/night as he’s burying a body in the forest with a deer costume to blend in, he hears footsteps near him. He gets up, crawling through the forest ground and sees a hunter- with a gun right at him. He bolts. He hears the hunter whistle and dogs barking. He almost home- and then he trips, tumbling into a ravine or she shit. The dogs descend. Alastor’s still alive- weakly struggling- as the hunter comes up. He notices Alastor is human, apologizes, and puts him out of his misery with a gunshot to the head.

—

Alastor’s in Hell now and he has a lot of power bc of all that voodoo he did and ppl he killed. Turns out the more ppl you kill the more powerful you are.

Alastor goes on his killing spree. Yadda yadda yadda. We get to where we are.

[girlofthefandom]

Charlastor Week Day 3: Cooking

Alastor sat in the small seating room off the lobby of the hotel quietly reading his book in the quiet of the sleeping hotel. The calm atmosphere of night was quickly interrupted as Charlie rushed into the room and began to look at books on the shelf on the far side of the room. Alastor closed his book, taking note of what page he was on for when he returned, and watched as the demoness quickly pulled books from the shelf stacking them in the crook of her arm.

“Carlie, Love, what are you doing?” Alastor laughed as Charlie spun around to find the source of the sound.

“Oh Al! What are you doing up?” Charlie shifted using her free hand to stabablize the stack of books.

“I’m always up darling. You, however are usually asleep by now.” He stood and in a few long strides was standing by Charlie taking a few books from her stack. “Couldn’t sleep love?”

Charlie looked down a bit embarrassed. “No, so I was just going to read a little before I went to bed.” She fibbed.

Alastor looked at the titles of the books and the number of them and knew immediately that Charlie had been planning on working on something. He also knew that Charlie wasn’t just having trouble sleeping.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go cook something?” Charlie looked up at Alastor with her shock loudly displayed on her face. “A little midnight snack will do you good love. How about something sweeter?” Alastor’s voice was upbeat as usual though he was quieter as to not wake everyone and ruin the little quiet still in the hotel. He slipped her books from her hands and set them on the table. Then without waiting for a response from her he wrapped an arm around her waist and escorted her to the kitchen while listing some ideas of what they could make.

“What do you want to make Charlie?” He asked as they entered the kitchen. He walked over to the counter and pulled a few things such as a bowl and wooden spoon.

“Umm...” Charlie stalled “We can just make whatever you want.”

“I asked what you wanted.” Alastor said calmly, not accepting Charlie’s attempt to avoid answering. He began to roll his sleeves as Charlie replied.

“Umm. Ok. How about some cookies? Those are pretty simple.” Charlie said sounding the most unsure of herself that Alastor had heard in a long time.

“Let’s do Sugar Cookies. I have an old recipe I think you’d enjoy.” Alastor reached for a small recipe box sitting beside the oven. He opened it and flipped through until he found his prey. He snatched the card out and clicked the box shut. “You get the wet ingredients and I’ll get the dry ingredients.” He handed the card to Charlie in an exaggerated manner. She took it and turned to find the ingredients listed. As she searched Alastor began to hum a familiar tune and Charlie started to quietly sing along.

The two gathered what they needed and set to work. Alastor stood behind Charlie telling her the instructions from memory and guiding her hands. During quiet moments of stirring or rolling the two would sing a chorus of a song in their perfect harmony.

As Charlie carefully slid the cookies into the oven Alastor had preheated he spun a timer and the soft ticking filled the room. “Now Charlie. Tell me the real reason why you’re up so late.” Alastor brushes the little bit of flower he had on himself off and settled himself leaning against the counter.

Charlie, much more flour covered, began to dust herself off a bit self consciously. “I already told you. I just...” she glanced up locking eyes with Alastor. She knew that he could tell she was lying and that he wanted the truth. “I was worried. With the next extermination coming up I was thinking about what we’ll do to keep everyone in the hotel safe. I’m worried about how I’m going to find a way to get some of our patreons redeemed, because they’ve earned it! They’ve all been working so hard and I can’t even promise them safety during the extermination much less redemption.” Tears started to flow down Charlie’s cheeks. She tried not to cry but she always tried especially hard not to cry around Alastor. She knew that he expected her to be strong so to be sobbing in front of him was out of the question, usually.

It took Charlie a moment to realize that Alastor wasn’t leaning on the counter any more and it took her another moment that he was standing there with his arms wrapped around her holding her close.

“Al..What..”Charlie started her tears momentarily stopped from shock.

“Shhh.” Alastor said his hands rubbing genetle circles on her back. “It’s alright Charlie. You’re doing a grand job and no one is asking any more of you.” Charlie felt her tears begin again as she wrapped her arms around him feeling the warmth of his body as she sobbed into his shoulder. They stayed that way with Alastor reassuring her until the timer over the stove rang.

Alastor places his hands on Charlie shoulders and moved her back so he could look her in the face. He lifted a hand and ran a finger across her face, removing the tears left there. “I think you need a cookie my dear. Let’s get them out and continue this conversation in the seating room. Alright love?” Charlie nodded and the two moved to get the cookies. With an expertise only someone familiar with the recipe could Alastor took the hot cookies off the tray and piled them on a platter. He lifted the platter with one hand as he wrapped the other around Charlie as they set off for the seating room where they would spend the next few hours discussing what was bothering Charlie until she finally fell asleep leaning on Alastor’s shoulder.

Ooops this was yesterday. Oh well better late than never. Hope you enjoyed!

[anarchy-lives-eternal]

Charlastor Week Day 3– Cooking

Losing Your Soul (By Accident) Part 2

After taking Charlie to see some of the nearby sights, and watching her run around like a small child on a sugar high, Alastor thought it best to take her to his home. He had inherited it from his beloved mother, may she Rest In Peace, and had lived there ever since.

Suddenly, the demoness was right there in Alastors face again, “Oooh, are you going to cook something? I can’t wait! Can I help you cook?”

Alastor maintained his smile, though barely. You see, Charlie had a strange way of moving in which she somehow managed to always find his blind spot right before approaching quickly into his personal space. He never saw it coming, and he didn’t know how she did it. It was beyond unnerving to him.

“Of course, my dear! Extra hands in the kitchen are always welcome.”

She backed up, and Alastor sighed in relief, “I can’t wait! This is all so exciting! Everything is so cold and blue, but warm and alive!”

Alastor chuckled warmly, if there was anything he was enjoying about this odd night, it was how childlike and lively the princess was: always hungry for information, always yearning to see-do-know more. It was quite refreshing after dealing with such boring old stiffs all day at the radio station.

Soon the pair arrived at Alastor’s home. It was a quaint little thing, settled neatly in the French Quarter. The place had been owned by his family for generations now, the bricks a bit worn, and the terrace woven with ivy, but it was where he had grown up, and it was still nice. Alastor had updated much of the interior himself over the years, starting when his dearest mother was still alive, and only finishing but a few years ago.

“Here we are darling! It isn’t much, but it’s home, and now that you know where it is, I suppose you’re welcome to come by anytime I’m around.”

Charlie looked up at the home in awe, her eyes alight with curiosity, “It’s so pretty! Oh, I just love the terrace. And the area is so lively! I never would have expected you of all people to live in a place like this.”

Alastor looked at her, a little offended by her words, “Well where did you think I lived? A shack?”

Charlie immediately backtracked, waving her hands about, “No no! I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you didn’t seem like the type to live in such a bustling place, that’s all. You seem like the type to like it a bit more quiet than this.”

Alastor laughed as he unlocked the door and walked in, Charlie following closely behind. He should have known. If Charlie was anything, it was sweet as apple pie, “Actually, my dear, I quite like it here. I like people watching, and there’s plenty to see here. Yes indeed, never boring down here in the French Quarter. It’s where all the action happens!”

As the door closed, Charlie decided that she was done hiding her true appearance, her height adjusting, skin paling, cheeks becoming their normal rosy tone, horns protruding, and eyes returning to their beautifully strange coloring. She chuckled a bit as well, “I should have known. Men like you never are happy when you’re bored. Now let’s go inside! I’m so excited to help you cook!”

Just as the pair were walking up the stairs and through the top doorway to the actual home area, Charlie let out a pained yelp, nearly falling down the stairs in her haste to back away.

“Charlie! Sweetheart, what happened?”

Charlie rubbed gingerly at her forehead, “I... I don’t know. I tried following you, and then it felt like hitting a wall and... and I don’t know what else that feeling was, I’ve never felt it before.”

Slightly concerned, Alastor took her hand away from her forehead to see if maybe something hit her, as odd as that was since he didn’t see anything, and noticed a small burn right on her forehead.

“Darling, there’s a burn on your forehead. Is that what you felt?”

“Burn? Don’t be silly Alastor. I don’t get burned. I’m immune to fire, or did you forget I’m the princess of Hell?”

“Well I’m sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but that’s a burn!”

“Well why is your house burning the unburnable?!”

Suddenly, something occurred to Alastor, and he ran up the stairs, reaching for the top of the doorway and pulling down a small drawstring bag. He brought it down to Charlie, “Try touching this.”

She cautiously reached out, but as soon as her fingers touched it, she hissed and jerked away quickly.

Alastor chuckled, pulling the bag away, before opening it and tossing the contents out in the street.

Alastor patted his hands as if to get rid of any dust, “Well that otta do it! I had completely forgotten about that ok gris-gris my momma made way back in the day. It’s a special spell to ward the home. Now, why don’t we head on up and make my mommas famous jambalaya!”

Charlie just smiles, still a little put off by the experience of actually being burned, “Yeah, that sounds good. I can’t wait to help.”

They entered the home smoothly, and without incident this time, and Alastor led her to the kitchen after hanging his coat.

“Alright, my dear! Are you ready? It’s near impossible to ruin jambalaya, so we’ll start with that!”

Oh how wrong he was.

Alastor stared at the mess of his kitchen, the 10 gallon pot on the stove gurgling and hissing disturbingly. He didn’t know how, but Charlie had managed to summon some form of hellish monster into his kitchen using only some shrimp, bell peppers, and rice.

“Charlie.. what unholy concoction have you summoned into my kitchen?”

“Um... I suppose I should start with ‘I’m sorry’ and end with ‘I’ve never cooked before’.”

Alastor looked at her, rather bewildered. He had never imagined that anyone could ever ruin jambalaya so heinously.

“Charlie... this thing is a crime against everything good and godly. How, pray tell, does one ruin jambalaya?”

“I told you: I’ve never cooked before! I was never allowed to.”

“I can see why!”

Charlie huffed, crossing her arms, “I’m a princess, what do you expect? In all my millennia, I’ve never once had to touch a stove. Why do you think I finally wanted to learn?”

Alastor flailed his arms wide, “Well forgive me, princess, but— wait. Millennia?”

Charlie just waved her hand, “All is forgiven! Now I guess I gotta get rid of this thing.”

And then she lit the pot on fire.

Alastor wouldn’t have had a problem with it, if it weren’t for the fact that she lit the entire stovetop on fire.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to burn down my house?”

Charlie just looked at him with a deadpan, “Al, I can replace it with a snap of my fingers, stop freaking out!”

Alastor was getting a tad frustrated at that point, “That doesn’t mean it’s okay to just light things on fire, darling!”

Charlie cocked her head, “Why not?”

Alastor realized what the problem was, then: she had grown up in Hell. She wasn’t used to people just not being able to do these things, “Darling, people don’t control fire up here. We don’t have powers like that. You can’t just go burning things, even if you can replace them on a whim, because humans can’t do that.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face, “No powers? How are you supposed to be able to defend yourselves then? How do you humans do anything?”

“That’s what guns and knives are for, sweetheart.”

“That’s preposterous! Guns and knives are only used for sadistic purposes, not actually defending yourself! Not for doing menial tasks! How the hell has your race survived all these years?”

Alastor blinked. She was sweet, but he realized now that she truly was a hell born demon: no real concept of weakness, or mortality. It was an odd feeling. He would possibly be like that one day: no concept of time ending, no fear of life running out, no need to do actual work to get things accomplished.

And then he realized the stove was still on fire, and the dying wails of her monstrosity we’re finally finished echoing through the room.

“Charlie! Can you put out the fire and replace my stove now?”

“Oh! Sure!” And she snapped her fingers, and true to word, he had a brand new stove, free of fire.

“Well that’s useful.”

Charlie smiled delightfully, “You’ll be able to do that when we return to Hell! Until then, your stuck relying on me for such things I guess. It’s a good thing I stayed! You obviously can’t fend for yourself, so I’ll just make sure to keep you safe.”

Alastor just stared at her for a moment, wondering if she was being serious, “Darling, I’ve been taking care of myself for a good decade and a half now, I don’t think I need you to protect me.”

Charlie was the one to stare at him now, “Only a decade and a half? You’re such a baby! It’s so sweet, Al. ‘I’m a big kid!’ is really all I hear. Don’t worry, I’ll show you how to do it properly!”

“You can’t even cook, Charlie!”

She huffed, “Well at least I don’t need measly little knives and bullets to protect myself.”

Alastor knew at that moment, he would forever have a twitch in his left eye.

Aaaaand Cut Scene, exit left! I hope you guys enjoyed my fic, there will definitely be more, as I’m having a criminal amount of fun writing it!

[angelfire115]

You swept me off my feet

Charlotte stared out her window, staring at the clear blue sky above. She pondered whether this whole "arranged marriage" thing would be a good thing for her or at least something she would want for her future. As she stared into space, her mind a never ending road of thoughts, she felt a hand grab her shoulder, stopping her minds race to find an answer. She looked to see her best and only friend Anna. Anna was a family friend, they had known each other ever since they were kids.

Anna: "Charl, are you ok?". Charlotte looked to her worried friend but gave her a smile and a nod. Charlotte: "Its ok Annie, I'm fine, maybe a bit nervous but overall I'm ok". Today was the day she were to meet the Eldritch family. Like hers, they had their own company and were quiet wealthy. Charlottes father, Samuel Magne, decided she would be married to their eldest son, Harold Von Eldritch to further their business and to make a future generation that could take his place.

Charlotte's mother, Lily Magne, had agreed to this as well. Charlotte, of course, had her worries but for her family, she would do anything for them or a least try her best too. After Charlotte put on her beautiful flowery dress her mother chose to wear, she walked with her friend to the carriage waiting outside. She hopped in with Anna and off they went. Anna started some chit chat while they were heading towards the Eldritch mansion to keep her friends mind of it all till they arrived.

When they did, the mansion and gardens were extraordinary. It didn't compare to her own home but it still was fantastic and new, she couldn't wait to explore it all. As they stopped and got out the carriage, they were guided by a butler to the inside. They were lead to the main lobby where Charlottes family and the Eldritch's family were waiting and chatting. As soon as they spotted her, both her parents smiles became wide.

Samuel: "Ah, there you are my beautiful daughter, I do hope the trip was alright for you". Charlotte smiled sincerely at her father, his way of speaking so loudly and open always cheered her up. Charlotte: "Don't worry father, the ride was quite alright". Lily, her mother, joined her fathers side in admiring their daughter. Lily: "You look wonderful my dear, now, i think some introductions are in order". Her mother lead her daughter to meet the rest of the Eldritchs.

Lily: "Everyone, this is my beautiful daughter, Charlotte". She smiled softly to the other family members, their bouncy mother rushed to Charlotte with open arms and a huge smile. Mary Von Eldritch: "Oh my dear, I'm so happy to finally meet you, look how gorgeous you are in that dress". Mary Von Eldritch was a beautiful lady with a very interesting personailty. She came in close to pinch her cheeks. Her husband, Arthur Von Eldritch, came up from behind his wife to place a hand on her shoulder. Arthur: "Now now dear, no need to spoil her yet, she needs to get used to us and know us first, speaking of getting to know people, HAROLD!". Arthur called out in a loud tone to call for his son and Charlotte's one to be, out to the lobby.

Harold appeared from the corner dressed in a very fancy suit. He had a soft smile and beaming eyes. He walked to his fathers side and stared contently at Charlotte which made her shyly blush. His father placed his hand around his sons shoulder. Arthur: "This here is my only and eldest son, Harold". Harold: "Hello everyone, welcome to our humble home, I am Harold Von Eldritch, it is very nice to meet you all". As he spoke, another person came from the corner, a girl around the same age as Charlotte. Arthur: "And this here is my beautiful daughter, Helsa".

Helsa didnt seem much for conversation but turned to the family with a respectful smile. Helsa: "Hello". Overall the family seemed like a great and happy family. Charlotte had her worries but it seems they were washed away in an instant. Mary: "Now, how about we start on dinner, shall we?". Everyone hummed in agreement as they were lead to the eating table. As they sat down, swarms of butlers and waitresses rushed in placing plates and bowls filled with delectable foods and jugs and cups filled with moutwatering drinks. The dinner time went by smoothly, they discussed on several different matters and gossip till they ended with the discussion of the marriage.

Mary: "Ooooh it'll be such a wonderful event, I can't wait till I see you in that wedding dress dear Charlotte, you will look absolutely beautiful". Charlotte blushed at the compliment, Mary Von Eldritch was an eccentric woman but such a motherly heart. After the discussions, times, theme and more were all under detailed instructions and more. They all finished their meals and waited for dessert. Charlotte somewhat blanked out as the conversation kept going, she had a strange feeling inside of her that something was missing and she didn't know what it was. Samuel: "Well since she'll be staying here until the wedding day, it would be proper to occasionally visit".

That one sentence from her father made her snap into existence. Charlotte: "Wait a second father, could you repeat what you said? I don't think i was told this". Her parents and the Eldritch family looked to the young girl in confusion. Lily: "Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you, sweety, you'll be staying at the Eldritch's till the wedding, so that you can become more accustomed to the family and get to know Harold". This made Charlotte's heart stop, she'll be staying here? It would make sense to make herself more used to the family she'll be married in but the thought of being so far from home didn't sit right with her.

Samuel: "It will be in your duty to get to know them so your wedding can go through much smoother, I hope you understand my dear Charlotte". The look her father gave made it clear she had to listen, for her family sake, she'd do anything. Charlotte: "Yes father". She gave in and went back to her food, under the table, Anna held her hand for comfort which she smiled from, she was glad her friend was there, it would have been a lot harder of a time if she wasn't.

The rest of the night went ahead smoothly with the families. But sooner or later, her family and friend had to leave but she had to stay. She would listen to her father and do his bidding. As she watched the carriages ride of into the distance she stared up to the sky to watch the stars glint ever so gently on the dark night. She turned back to the house and entered, the mother and father, Mary and Arthur, stood by the door with their arms wrapped around each other like a loving couple. Mary: "Oh don't worry dear, it is just 2 weeks, you'll fit right in, no doubt you will".

Charlotte smiled at her considerstion, she was such a kind lady and she was glad she was. Although that gut feeling of something being off or missing still stuck with her. She sat at an arm chair that sat at the corner of her new room. Wearing her elegant night dress, she stared off into the sky. Out of everything here, the blinking stars that stared gently back to her, gave her more comfort then anything else in this house. Then she questioned, is this truly what she wants?

(Note: I have no idea how the Eldritch's act or do or even their real names so everything here is off the top of my head, this is a new Charlastor story set in the 1800s, Annie is Vaggie, Charlotte is Charlie, Samuel is Lucifer and Lily is Lilith. People wanted to see it so here it is （＾ω＾）)

Also thanks to these guys for wanting it

@charliemagne-world

@acopperbutterfly

@thetinypuppet

[dkmbookworm]

Dark Charlastor fic outline

Charlie has an often abused open door policy with the hotel. She lets anyone in, always believing/hoping that they are all genuine in their want to change, but time and time again, she comes to find that they all only came for the free room and food. None of them ever cared, and a couple even tried to operate their own crime shop there under the guise of get togethers. Every time she confronts them on this, they call her names and mock her sweet nature,

Stupid bimbo

Naive idiot

Clueless cunt

All the while, her and vaggie’s relationship has been rocky lately. Vaggie has had to deal with alastor’s provocation of her, but she hasn’t tried to bring it up to Charlie yet because of how stressed and morose she’s been lately. However, part of her is legitimately angry that she’s so blind to this, and this keeps building in her until she and Charlie have a full on fight. Vaggie explodes on how Charlie needs to get her head out of the clouds and to stop being so blind to what’s around her. Unintentionally, she sounds just like the people who’ve insulted Charlie for weeks now. Vaggie explodes on her, saying she is no better than the people in the hotel, because she refuses to acknowledge the abuse others have done. Vaggie leaves and they are broken up.

As Charlie sucks up to her room, she hears angel talking to Cherri. She hears him as he talks about how shitty the place has gotten since all these randos came in. How he wouldn’t have bothered pretending to change for the better if this is what it devolved into. Charlie loses it.

She storms into his room grabs him and throws him out. She throws everyone out. Who fucking cares? No one, apparently. No one fucking cares as long as they can escape the threatening landscape of hell, it didn’t matter if she was kind, and wanted to help her, everyone would take advantage of it.

Now Charlie feels the crushing weight of being utterly alone. Her girlfriend is gone, those she thought of as friends abused her. Her parents were right about her always being a disappointment.She feels like she has no one.

And suddenly,

She feels a large, sharp hand gently rest on her shoulder. She looks up from her sobbing and sees one bright yellow smile staring down at her

“I could never leave you, dear”

“Such a pity, everyone else did, it seems”

“Do smile, darling, why let vermin such as that take lovely smile of yours away”

She finally answers

“Do you still feel up to that deal?”

The hand reaches out and and green light emerges, enveloping them both.

In hell, no one really changes, and no one is truly good, some were just able to hide it better than others.

And she was done hiding.

“Always, love”

From that point on, alastor becomes the only person in her life. She follows him everywhere he goes, he encourages her to partake in the punishment of sinners, and bit by bit we see more of her break down.

We see her full demon form more often. She proudly walks with her horns out and red eyes aglow. She feels confident and proud, no one is willing to take advantage of her anymore, and she makes a tribute to the one who helped her discover it. A dress in homage to alastor’s suit.

To alastor, she has never been more beautiful.

Together they have become the most feared demons in hell, all sinners quiver in their boots at the thought of being punished by the duo for their sins. The radio demon and his princess. Months pass and alastor offers her another deal, a marriage deal that is.

She accepts in an instance.

Charlie is utterly and completely his. As always was intended.

[leopardfang15]

My Charlastor Child Bio

Alright so, I can’t draw, so I’m gonna have to use the art of words to describe my boy. Kinda sucks cuz I always see these cool reference sheets and I’m sitting over here like “aww... I wish I could make those.” But hey, if anyone is interested in drawing one for me as a commission, I’d be interested in talking and working some prices out. Nothing too crazy, just a simple thing. Fair warning though, I’ve never commissioned anything before so... there’s that.

Now, to business.

Name: Dominic

Nickname: Dom. He is well aware of all the sexual jokes that can be made from his nickname, he’s heard them all and to be honest the lack of originality is the most annoying thing at this point.

Appearance: Physically, he’s inherited the blonde hair and pale skin from his mother. In his early teen years he wore it long enough to be in a braid but after awhile he was like ‘fuck it, too much work’ and wears it short as an adult. Dom’s very athletic and is actually a knight in Hell so he has a more muscular build. He’s a tall and red eyed boi like his dad and he gets the dial in his eyes that his dad has when he gets pissed off.

Another thing Dom inherited from his dad was his sense of style. While maybe not as flashy he is dressed formally when he’s not working out. (He’s not about to do push-ups or go at it with a punching bag in a suit you maniacs). Dom typically wears a long coat and works out by himself because he also inherited a fluffy deer tail from his father. Also like his Radio Dad, he does not like having his tail touched by random people.

His most notable feature would be the black, feathered wings on his back. That angel DNA from Charlie’s side has finally appeared. Dom’s got a wingspan of 12 feet and he knows how to use them.

Personality: He’s a fairly laid back joker. Whereas his parents are theatrical as fuck, he’s more of an observer than a performer. Of course his parents have taught him to sing and dance he usually does that alone to entertain himself or with other family members. Dom also enjoys playing small pranks around the hotel. He’s not one for outlandish ‘pretending to be dead’ or tripping someone down the stairs type pranks but more like sticking a deer crossing sign to his dad’s door.

He’s really family oriented and cares a lot about them. I do imagine him having siblings but I don’t have plans to make anymore but there are plenty already out there. #bestbigbrother. Dom is definitely a Mama’s boy. He will run errands for her and allow himself to be pulled into a dance or a song in public for her. Another fact about Dom is he is in fact an adrenaline junkie. His favorite activity is flying and he does things like jump from a 300 foot building for the sake of the rush.

Background

Childhood: Little Dominic was a tiny ball of energy, following both parents around like a puppy. Always asking what they were doing and wanting to help, if he could sit still long enough that is. Some of his favorite memories of his parents was his mother teaching him to dance and roughhousing with his dad. (Hard to imagine the Radio Demon wrestling with a child but he’d let him win and then play dead to see if he’d get an amusing reaction out of Dom. Dom would usually try to get his dad to ‘come back to life’ before he’d smile and say “I guess I get your stuff now” and grab one of his dad’s bow ties or something)

One of his favorite things to do was give his parents a heart attack climb up high places and try to teach himself to fly. Eventually Charlie gets Husk to teach Dom how to fly. He’s not able to do much until his wings fledge because before then he just has these two limbs full of fluffy and useless down. Fledging was a nightmare because because when his feathers came in he was super itchy but couldn’t scratch them without possibly breaking his feathers. He was absolutely miserable for a week before they finally came in. Dom eventually grew in Husk and he started looking forward to the little ankle biter to come running up to him saying, “can we practice flying now, Uncle Husk?”

Teenager: Ah, teenage rebellion. Dom went through that. In an effort to help him deal with all his energy (and keep him from sneaking out) Charlie got Vaggie to teach him to use a sword. But a teenage boy that likes to explore cannot be kenneled. He liked exploring Pentagram City, especially by air and seeing what knew place he could discover.

He eventually found places he could go to if he wanted to avoid his parents. If he wanted to avoid Charlie he’d go to some of the sketchy fight clubs in town and he actually learned how to fight there. If he wanted to avoid Alastor he’d go to some of the clubs that played heavier rock or metal. He typically wanted to avoid his dad more. While Charlie typically scolded him for doing dangerous aerial stunts but Dom could tell that was more about a worry for his safety. With Alastor, Dom felt like he just didn’t quite fit the mold his father expected of him. He saw a lot of differences between his father and himself personality wise. He eventually, more or less convinced himself that he was a disappointment to his dad and distanced himself from him. Alastor, figuring it was mostly just teenaged angst, just let Dom have his space and figured he’d come to him when he was ready.

Adult: Dom has mellowed out by now. He’s calmed down and is more comfortable in his own skin and with himself. He has carried a love of rock and roll and martial arts from his teenaged years into adulthood. Though I’m not sure how exactly yet, he has been knighted by his grandfather Lucifer. If a demon is avoiding a meeting with the Devil himself, Lucifer will pay Dom to find said demon and bring them to him. He’s kind of like his grandfather’s personal bounty hunter but does not take requests from anyone else. When he’s not chasing down demons for Grandpa Luci he works security at his mother’s hotel.

Dom’s relationship with his father is tense and very awkward at this point. He doesn’t hate his dad it just feels like the years of practical separation makes him feel like he has no way to relate to his dad. Interacting with him is usually short conversations like “How was your day?” “Good, how about you?” “Good.” (I got pleanty of ideas for attempts at rekindling their relationship)

Random Facts

His choice of transportation is obviously flying. Not only is it faster than driving but to comfortably fit in a car he has to retract his wings which isn’t very comfortable.

People seem to always want to touch him. His wings, his tail, his biceps and he does not like it. He’s a bit like his dad with his aversion to touch though that only applies to non-family members. If he doesn’t know you, please don’t touch him.

He doesn’t like overly crowded places because of people touching his wings. If he ever decides to go to a bar, or he has some kind of royal gathering he has to go to he has to think about what he’s willing to put up with; strangers touching his wings or the discomfort of hiding them away?

He has a one-handed sword that he can summon in a fight. It’s one of the few bits of more advanced magic he knows. Whereas some demons, like his parents will use magic in a fight, he’ll just punch a guy through a wall.

He can sing, though he doesn’t do it in public. By himself or around his family is fine. He typically sings rock and my Headcanon for his singing voice is Ivan Moody from Five Finger Death Punch.

His wings are a great indicator of his emotions. If he’s feeling anxious or scared he’ll pull them in close to his body and if he’s happy or excited his wings will flap a little. His feathers also change themselves. If he gets angry or he’s ready to fight his feathers will actually harden and sharpen.

He can launch his feathers like projectiles and he can also slice through plates of steel when the feathers on his wings turn to blades.

He has taken up smoking in his later teen years. Per his mother’s request, he doesn’t do it inside the hotel.

When he was eleven his father taught him how to shoot a rifle. As an adult, he sometimes goes down to a shooting range to practice.

He likes to show affection with his wings. Ex: putting a wing around someone for comfort, wrapping his wings around someone when he hugs them or if he’s taking a nap with a sibling he’ll wrap them up in a feathery cacoon.

He usually sleeps on his stomach. If he lays on his back for too long his wings cramp up. He’ll take short naps on a couch in the lobby but if he’s going to be for the night he’ll lay on his stomach.

He knows how to braid hair. His mother taught him because he liked to play with her hair. It’s something he does when they’re just relaxing and he’ll braid his siblings hair if they ask.

He can take passengers when he’s flying. He flies targets to his grandparent’s castle and he’s flown his mother places. It obviously depends on the demon but on average he can take two to three adult demons on a flight with him.

Well, let me know what you think. I’d be willing to role play with Dominic if anyone is interested. If enough people want it, I’ll make a side blog for Dominic and Hazbin Hotel roleplaying specifically.

Also, @the-radio-princess I have two Charlastor fics in the works. One I was working on before you ripped out my heart so it will be in the EverythingsOkay!AU where Charlie ran off to New Orleans with Jaimie. The other one is from one of my ideas from my Charlastor Headcanons post.

[devintrinidad]

Charlastor Week #2: Human Au

When Alastor had first arrived into the cafe, he was preoccupied with a book that he had been reading. When he placed his order for a coffee and received it, he turned around and felt himself get a little annoyed. He had been planning to stay a little while at the cafe for some alone time, but it appeared that all of the tables had been occupied with various college students, people who wanted to get away from the snow outside, etc. An uncharacteristic frown pulled down the sides of his lips as he continued to survey the scene.

Perhaps if he waited a few more minutes? No, the more Alastor looked, the more he realized that the college students were going to be at this place for more than a couple more hours, the people who wanted to get away from the snow were probably going to stay there until the weather let up outside, and well…. Well, it looked like Alastor was going to take the dangerous trek outside into the dank, depressing cold.

What a waste.

As Alastor took a sip out of his cup, he noticed that at one corner of the shop, there was a table facing the window. The table itself was meant to cater to four people, but only one person was present. She was blonde, had her hair up in a messy bun, and she sat closest to the window, which she used as a rest for her body as she lazily flipped through pages of a large textbook. Ah, Alastor thought to himself. Must be a college student.

Which meant…

Well, Alastor wasn’t one to judge people, but he was quite certain that she would be too busy to say no to him…

Hmm…

Without a care in the world, Alastor strode over to the table near the window and stopped directly in front of the young woman. Up close, he could see that her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her lips were painted a lovely shade of black. At first, she seemed to be engrossed in her reading, but that all changed when he politely coughed out a small “Ahem”.

Startled, the young woman dropped the book she was holding onto the table, the resulting thud causing some of her pens and highlighters to clatter onto the floor. It was an amusing sight if it were not for the way her lips pursed and her eyes seemed to flash with irritation. Now, that just wouldn’t do for his plan!

Quickly, he got down on one knee and swept all of the fallen instruments into his hand before placing them back on the table. This time, as he looked down at the woman, she seemed in awe at him. Her mouth was open in a small ‘o’ and the redness in her cheeks had darkened just a tad. Alastor bit back a smug smirk—at this rate, he would surely get a seat, and near a window, no less!

“Sorry about that, darling! I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The woman, still stunned from his sudden aid, swallowed and replied with a hasty, “Not at all! Just startled, is all.” She looked up at him through her dark lashes and canted her head to the side. “Did… did you need anything… sir?”

“How rude of me! Alastor, at your service!” He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly. “However, at the moment, I’m in need of your help!” He raised a brow as he straightened from his position. “If you’re up to helping me, that is.”

For a moment, the woman looked unsure of herself. Alastor’s grip over his coffee cup tightened. Did his course of action not play out like he had planned? Did he really have to brave the ungodly low temperatures outside? He braced himself, ready for rejection when—

The young woman began clearing three fourths of the table—goodness! she took up a lot of workspace!—so that only her corner was inhabited by her multitude of papers, highlighters, and books. Once again, she situated herself nearest the window and sat back down, a pleasant smile on her face as she gestured for him to sit down.

Now, there was another dilemma that Alastor had to attend to.

Should he sit directly in front of the young woman? Right next to the window?

Or should he sit diagonally across from her?

As Alastor contemplated, the young woman looked up at him, smiled, and pointed at the chair in front of her. “You can sit there, I don’t mind.”

Alastor blinked. That was unexpected. “Thank you, my dear! Looks like I’ve chosen the best spot in the house!”

“Oh? Why?”

Alastor smiled over the rim of his coffee. “Because I get two wonderful views to choose from.”

If the young woman had been sipping her own beverage, she would have had a spit take. As it were, she merely choked a little on her words. “Anyway, I just realized, I haven’t introduced myself.” She proffered a hand, a hand that Alastor took into his own. “I’m Charlie!”

Charlie. Huh. Short and snappy, just like Alastor liked it.

“Well,” Alastor withdrew and began to fiddle with his own novel that he brought with him. “I won’t keep you.” He nodded to the stack of textbooks that sat at her side. “You should probably get back to studying.”

“Right!”

Standard silence amid the soft music and the chatter of the patrons around them filled in for the lack of conversation. It took only a moment, but Alastor began to be heavily invested in his novel. It was a story about a young man who had decided to kill some pawnbroker for money and was now dealing with the moral and real life consequences that follow after. It was an interesting read, if a little dry at some parts. As he turned the pages, his sensitive hearing began to pick up the sound of hushed mumbles.

He looked over the spine of his book and found that the lazy smile that he usually had on his face had softened into something that resembled fond awe. There was a highlighter sticking out of her mouth, a pen stuck behind her ear and into the already unruly bun, and she was desperately scribbling something into a notebook. During the entire time, she was mumbling snippets of what she was skimming through.

Frankly, it was far more entertaining than the book that he was reading.

He placed his book on the table and leaned a hand against the heel of his palm. He watched her as he hummed a small ditty under his breath.

As he did so, he took notice of the textbooks that lay on her side. From his point of view, they were upside down, but if he concentrated hard enough, oh my.

Theories of Personality?

Lifespan Development?

“I’m majoring in psychology.”

Alastor’s eyes flitted back up to hers, mischief rather than shame lighting up his features.

“That was my initial impression, yes. Am I bothering you?”

Charlie checked the time on her phone before turning back to Alastor.

“Actually, no. I think it’s about time I reward myself with a fifteen minute break.” She closed one of her textbooks and tossed it onto her growing pile of psychology books. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

His eyes narrowed. Was he being obvious? Or was she being intuitive?

Charlie giggled at his expression. “You’re wearing a knitted cap, a scarf, gloves, and a very heavy coat. It’s only twenty degrees out there! It’s not that bad if you’re used to the cold.”

“How do you know that I’m not just protecting myself?”

Charlie gestured towards the rest of the populace within the coffee shop.

Alastor sighed. “Point taken.”

“You can take the hat off.”

Well, Alastor didn’t want to make it obvious that he was heeding her opinion, but it was awfully warm and well.

Oh well.

He sighed and took off his hat, careful to not ruffle his hair too much in the process.

“And you? Are you from here?”

The young woman shook her head, some of her golden locks falling loose from her bun. She covered her mouth with one of her hands and said, “I’m actually from Canada! Let me guess, one of the southern states?”

“Care to guess which one?”

“I haven’t the slightest what states make up the south, so you’ll have to enlighten me.”

“Louisiana. New Orleans, to be exact.”

Her eyes, pretty, dark, and brown, nearly popped out of her skull as she bounced forward in her seat. Excitement and wonder sparkled manically in her eyes as she propped her chin against the ball of her fist. He held her attention, fully and without much coaxing.

How wonderful!

“No way! Where’s the accent?”

Alastor chuckled. “Ya mean like dis?”

Charlie’s head fell onto the table with such unprecedented force, Alastor was half attempted to start yelling for an ambulance. Much to his vague amusement, Charlie started laughing a little uncontrollably, which only garnered the attention of the rest of the patrons there. Alastor didn’t mind the unwanted attention, he basked in it, but he did send a warning smile towards the rest of the patrons there to knock it off. It wouldn’t do for dear Charlie to get embarrassed.

“Your-your—!” Charlie could barely talk breathe through her bout of laughter, much less talk. She peeked up at him before another set of giggles overtook her. “Do you honestly… do you honestly sound like that?”

“Why, are you mocking the way I speak?”

Charlie’s eyes widened in alarm. That wasn’t what she meant at all!

“I’m joking, dear.” Alastor replied smoothly. “Although, perhaps if you want to get to know me more,” he lowered his voice just so and looked at her in that certain way and, “we could leave this cafe and—”

He stopped immediately when he saw that Charlie’s face was turning a very becoming shade of red.

“Ah...I actually have an exam tomorrow and, er—” She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to him with the aplomb of someone who had caught on fire.

Miraculously, Alastor didn’t comment on it; instead, he took it and and found that his already present smile had turned into a smirk.

He didn’t even have to try to get her number! She just gave it to him!

That was…new. And unexpected.

But definitely not unwelcome.

He took a sip from his coffee and smiled gently at Charlie.

The best seat in the coffee shop not only had a beautiful view, but had perfect willingness to engage with him. How wonderful!

He saluted her with a jaunty wave and she giggled before returning to her studies.

Yes, he quite liked her indeed.