#𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄 ⁽ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ⁾ ⸺ private & selective 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝑶𝐑 of vivziepop's hazbin hotel. written by 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖. highly triggering content present. follow at your own risk of exposure. no personals, no minors. NOT affiliated with vivienne medrano. blog is a work in progress― temporary rules under the cut. 𐂂
⸺ 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜. › 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢. › 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐. › 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. ⸺
exploring themes of: becoming the monster you were meant to be 🞄 the loss and recovery of autonomy 🞄 a smile as a tool 🞄 cultivated manipulation 🞄 there are no such things as friends 🞄 and etc.
♢ hazbin hotel and the entire helluvaverse are both full of incredibly triggering subjects. please keep yourself safe first and foremost. this is not a safe space for any phobic behavior or hate. don’t involve me in drama. if i follow you and you’re not interested, my preference is that you hardblock me. i’ll assume tumblr glitched and probably follow again if i’m not hardblocked.
♢ i am not interested in interacting with writers under 25, as i am 31. minors and personal blogs will be blocked on sight. i am not duplicate friendly, but this is only because i am so paranoid that i'm going to look at another alastor's blog and retain something by accident and then incorporate it into my blog. and i am a lot of things, but not a copycat!! i don't mind if you follow me, but know that i will not be following back. much love to all the alastor writers out there ♡
♢ i do not agree with the direction the show has taken with some things, so re: alastor, there will be canon divergences. if you are looking strictly for canon content, this isn’t the blog for you. i also celebrate divergences and different portrayals of all characters and like exploring different dynamics with the same character.
♢ i am not a person of color, so i am doing my best to be incredibly mindful of that in my portrayal. if i do anything wrong, please tell me. i am always open to having conversations and correcting my behavior.
♢ about shipping/nsfw/etc… my version of alastor is on the ace/aro spectrum and mostly uninterested. this does not mean that he is sex repulsed or unwilling to have sex or participate in romance. this will just require heavy plotting because of alastor's proclivities. i love to ship, so i’m down to create a hundred different types of relationships with different iterations of every character. i don't do exclusives, but love mains! original characters are cherished here. i'm fully a fan of all the hazbin ships and and willing to put alastor in pretty much ANY situation.
♢ i go by perri! 𐂂 31, she/her. pnw. i work full-time and drive a lot for it. this blog is only a fun hobby. i will probably move at a snail’s pace, but that doesn’t mean i’m not interested. my discord is available to mutuals! feel free to send me dms or asks though. mutuals are welcome to add me on discord @ rye_kitten, just lemme know who you are.
♢ images on this blog do not belong to me. psd by fossaed.
this is radiostatic to me & then vox tried to kill himself and everyone & alastor went, "wtf? why would you do that? this was a fun game we were playing and now it's not fun anymore if you actually try to die 😔"
i guess alastor would be into wound fucking & eating out & fingering, but unfortunately if you go a little too crazy on his angelic chest wound it will just bleed excessively and he'll die and i think his interest in the kink ends there 😔
He swears to fucking god, if he hears one more person keep scraping their fork against their plate while they eat, he’s going to kill everyone in this room and then himself.
❝ a plethora of food and none of it resembles anything edible, ❞ using the tip of his foot, he pushes himself further from the table. ❝ tell me— do you pay trained professionals to prepare your cuisine or are your chefs just 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 you've snatched up off the street? that is your style though, isn’t it? ❞ preying on downtrodden and desolate and vulnerable, alastor can’t say that he’s much any different. they’re all the same razor sharp edges of a bloody coin [ 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ] in a lake of duplicity.
he has no dog-starving views about the entrees he’s been offered. however meticulously artistic the plates are, what he’s hungry for can’t be quelled by a gut full of ornate pressed food. though, he wouldn’t mind a piece of rib split torso. a cracked slit of buttery marrow. something vaguely sentient that once had a blood hot pulse. with an exaggerated sigh and the crossing of one leg over another, he continues, ❝ are these 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 always so dull? ❞
i wish alastor's sinner form was a muntjac deer and he could just smell and scent mark things from underneath his eyes and have little fangs and whatever. no hate to whichever breed of deer he is based off of, but he could be cuter and i wish he was 😔 🦌
psa: if you ever send me a meme & i don’t answer it, it’s never because i’ve seen it & gone “oh, it’s them”. if i can’t think of a response to a meme right away, i usually keep it in my inbox, or save it to my drafts, & then wait until i get an idea to answer it. or sometimes if i just can’t think of anything at all, or a few people sent in the same one ( sentence memes ) and i can’t think of enough ways to make each unique, then i’ll just end up deleting it. but that never means i don’t want to roleplay with you, or that you can never send another meme in, or ask to thread. just so you buttercups know !!
❛ Well, now that I'm dead, I can be whoever I want. ❜
an icarus, flown predictably close to the sun— everyone knows the story. she is no special thing, falling into the category of every big-screen projected starlet forgotten and bled dry of every drop. it should be a comfort to her that it’s not personal. what happened to her happened to a thousand others before her, and it will happen to a thousand others after her.
and it’s an easy thing to understand, a simple pattern, but he assumes she must feel dismembered regardless. [ 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 ] sliced down the middle and cold with the whiplash of an audience exhaling devotion to becoming a thrown-away thing. he could have told her that's how the sequence of events would go, that the dishonesties of voxtek span across the fluorescent gaudiness of seven decades. he wouldn't have, though, even if he'd liked her. always best to learn these lessons yourself. he offers a feign toned of pitiful sympathy and his smile never wavers. ❝ and this is what you chose? ❞
❝ well, you are doing a sensationally 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 job at appearing happy with your choices then! all the acting voxtek made you do, it’s unfortunate that you never became any good at it. ❞ from an unseen part of the room, a radio crackles alive. a buzzing noise that he considers playing a short loop over, maybe a clip of audio from a video she's done. distorted behind a layer or two of interference, something that sounds like her and doesn’t sound like her all at once. ❝ —seems like such WASTED POTENTIAL. ❞
can i have some staticsilence as a treat? i just want alastor to crash out & then feel humiliated by it & then get worse because he doesn't have anyone to stop him.