This blog was previously @ etherealbelphie, I changed it because I felt like it was time for a change in theme. You might the theme change from time to time, but my handle won't be changing anymore.
This account was previously an Obey Me! blog, though it has now expanded to be multifandom. You'll find a link to each fandom I write for below. Please be sure to check the rules for a fandom before you send a request so it doesn't risk getting deleted.
This blog has no smut, but it does occasionally handle/ hint at more mature themes. These themes will be clearly marked at the beginning of posts. If you see something that should be marked but hasn't been, please don't hesitate to let me know!
Don't like the way I write for a certain fandom? No worries, we all have different interpretations. Each fandom I write for will have a blacklist tag, I encourage you to blacklist whatever you don't want to see :D
You can call me Ethereal! I use she/her pronouns, though I'm perfectly fine with they/them as well. I'm 19 years old, and I live in Canada.
I started this blog Febuary 6th of 2022, and my asks are always open if you want to ask my opinions of any of the medias I write for :D
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (Link will be up soon)
Hazbin Hotel (Link will be up soon)
Hetalia (Link will be up soon)
Obey Me! (Link will be up soon)
One Piece (Link will be up soon)
Currently rebuilding this blog from the ground up, I apologize for any links that aren't working/up and running yet.
I hope everyone who's scalping the hazbin hotel trading cards at a 10x markup gets their sleeves wet every time they wash their hands for the rest of their life
I can't be the only one who loves "Hear My Hope", genuinely my favorite song in the whole series. Sure, it's easy to be like "haha power of friendship type of song" and sure, but like. The harmonies? Abel's solo? Rosie and Alastor's part? You will never catch me slandering it, it's top tier.
Ah, the things Alastor will endure for his girls...
(Speedpaint below the cut)
(This is as much of it as my drawing app is willing to produce, when I tried to export the final version it just kept crashing lmao, only thing I traced was the hands bc they were giving me misery)
Also absolutely crying at this first version of Niffty I used as a placeholder
Ah, the things Alastor will endure for his girls...
(Speedpaint below the cut)
(This is as much of it as my drawing app is willing to produce, when I tried to export the final version it just kept crashing lmao, only thing I traced was the hands bc they were giving me misery)
Also absolutely crying at this first version of Niffty I used as a placeholder
Rosie managed to get Alastor to watch TV exactly one time, after the fight with Adam while Alastor was healing at her place and she insisted he needed to take it easy.
They ended up watching the cannibal's equivalent to masterchef. This is how it went:
Judge: I love the way this food is plated, the way the sauce is drizzled is so sexy–
Alastor: Eugh.
Rosie: What?
Alastor: I've never understood calling food sexy...
Rosie: Well, ya know. It...works up an appetite, looks...good enough to eat, makes ya drool–
Alastor: It's food, Rosie, that's what it's supposed to do!
While I know we're super far away from season 3, I want to make this post way, way in advance:;
Literally begging people. Don't leak things. Don't spread them around. So many people (including me) had huge parts of this season ruined for them because of leakers.
Don't comment leaks on people's posts. I saw so many people coming up with fun theories and having replies and reblogs full of them.
And for the people who are going to ignore this and leak anyway, BARE MINIMUM you should put clear warnings BEFORE the leaks are shown.
It's very difficult to enjoy fandom spaces when you're worried about getting things spoiled that haven't even been released yet.
Go forth and please don't ruin things for other people.
ROSIE AND ALASTOR ARE 100% STILL FRIENDS AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE, THE WAY HE PLAYFULLY BOWED TO HER AND THE SMILE SHE GAVE HIM DURING THEIR PART OF 'HEAR MY HOPE'
A/N: I dunno about anyone else, but I'm so desperate for Alastor and Niffty lore. The way he so gently sets her down when she climbs up on him (and lets her touch him)? The way he left a note calling her "My dear Niffty"? HE KEPT THE ROACH CROWN?? Anyway I'm going feral over them, so here's a cute little drabble.
I added all the warnings I thought were necessary, but please let me know if you think any more should be added!
Enjoy!
-Ethereal (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Story below, please don't claim as your own!
"And that's all for tonight from me, your charming radio host!" Alastor announced, sitting upright from where he'd been lounging in his chair. "Be sure to tune in to tommorow's broadcast which will be...whenever I feel like it!"
He switched off his broadcasting microphone, leaning back and stretching. That had been quite a long broadcast, going on nearly two hours longer than intended. Truly not his fault, there were just so many interesting things going on in Hell lately, and he was certain his dear listeners were curious to know his opinions on all the drama.
Still though, all that talking had worked up quite an appetite.
The Italian food Angel had made was...adequate (delicious, not that he would ever admit it), but it didn't quite scratch the itch that seemed to live permanently in the pit of his stomach.
Originally he had been banned from any consumption of demon flesh while on the property, but that had been quickly amended after The Incident. Now it was just strongly discouraged, in Charlie's words, especially around people who might find it off putting.
Which was everyone, but since it was allowed it wasn't really his problem, was it?
Besides, he couldn't really be expected to do his job on an empty stomach, could he?
He stood, reaching his cane and giving it a twirl before disappearing into the shadows.
***
Alastor hummed along to the jazz tune playing on the radio, stirring the apples and onions as they finished caramelized. He set the cutlets into the pan, lowering the heat. He didn't really want it cooked, just warm enough for the juices to really–
Alastor's ears twitched. Soft clicking noises, progressively getting louder and louder, what the Hell was that noise–
Oof.
He felt a very familiar form scramble up his back and settle on the top of his head.
"Why, hello my dear Niffty!" Alastor exclaimed as the cyclops peered down at him. "Must we do this every time?" He asked, reaching up to grab her by the collar of her dress and holding her where he could actually see him.
Niffty nodded. "Uh huh! Whatcha doing?" She asked, trying to squirm enough to see the stovetop. "Are you eating? What are you eating?" She pressed, her eye darting all over the place.
Alastor adjusted to hold her a bit more comfortably, holding her with one arm and using his free hand to lift the lid off the pan.
"Ooh..!" Niffty's eye went wide, a small stream of drool running down her chin. She looked up at Alastor, positively beaming. "Can I have some?"
"Hm..." Alastor put the lid back on, pretending to rub his chin thoughtfully. "What makes you think you should have some, you little pest?"
"Because I'm hungry, hungry, hungry!" Niffty chanted, bouncing slightly in his hold for emphasis.
"Hm...are you really?" He pressed.
Niffty nodded. "Uh-huh! I haven't eaten in weeks!"
"Weeks!" Alastor gasped dramatically, knowing damn well that was not true. "Goodness, how has a little thing like you even survived that long?"
Niffty perked up, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a...handful of cockroaches, in varying stages of crunchiness. "These! These were all the ones that weren't good enough for the roach band, do you want one?"
"...Oh!" Alastor hesitated, but she just looked so excited. He reluctantly extended his hand as she eagerly dumped the pile of bugs into his open palm. "...Wonderful! Thank you, my dear. I'll...save these for...later." He slipped them into his pocket of his suit jacket that would definitely need to be dry cleaned later. He brushed his hand discreetly on his coat.
Not wanting to dwell on the roaches, he sighed dramatically. "Well...I'm quite hungry as well, my dear...but I suppose I can spare a few bites for you." Alastor set her on the counter near the sink. "Wash up and I'll get us some plates."
He turned away as the faucet began to run.
He grabbed two plates, giving himself three cutlets and her one. He scooped the last of pork and apple mixture onto their plates, and no sooner had he placed the pan down than it was whisked away.
He turned to see Niffty knee deep in sink water, scrubbing at it frantically. "Ah, such a diligent helper!"
Niffty looked up just long enought to grin at him before becoming lazer focused on the pan again.
While she finished the dishes, Alastor grabbed them some drinks and cutlery and set them on the table. Then he retrieved Niffty from the sink (and quietly used his magic to replace her socks with ones that weren't soaked in dishwater) and set her at the table.
She immediately lunged for the plate with the three cutlets, which made Alastor laugh. "Oh, no my dear." He tsk'd, switching their plates. "This one is mine, that one is–"
Niffty didn't wait for an answer, digging into her plate. "Mm! Thanks, Alastor!"
Alastor chuckled, starting to eat his own meal.
How did he find himself so fond of such a little gremlin?
