"Well, I'll be damned! (cause I am!) It seems I'm picking up a new signal! The name's Alastor!, and might I say a pleasure QUITE a pleasure it is to be reaching your ears! If you like violence of only the most DEPRAVED nature, you've tuned into the right broadcast!~"
OOC: @terriblealastorart again, This is my Alastor RP blog! Per usual, OOC looks like this, the above text is how AL looks! I like to play a goofy Alastor most the time, kind of like a mix of the constant jokes and puns from early days with some sassiness of current AL! This blog is open to RP with others. Fine with doubles, ocs, ships, etc. Note: For any Lucifer RP blogs, I don’t do Radioapple! It’s my one hazbin ship I don’t really like. So if you interact please respect that :). Regardless, everyone ship or don’t ship whatever ya want, I love free fandom.
"What was that you were saying about not being JUDGEMENTAL was it, Charlotte? I was merely providing our guests with correctional action to curb their bad behavior, I assure you!"
"My deer pal Beau never wishes to join me for a bite to eat..a shame, Say Mutton darling, join a lonely gent for some lunch? I'm quite irritated with our leading lady Rosie at the moment."
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Yes! Wen was quite helpful with understanding all this social media! I can now block tags, and clown on you picture box! (Am I using your youthful inter web terms correctly?)”
“I hope you realize you’ve unleashed a menace to society onto the hellnet, because we’re in hell, so everything has hell or something else in the name, like this can of Dr. 666 or the coke cola or the hell sprite which is just hot flat sprite.”
Vox hums.
“We’re launching a new veetek product actually, it’s soda, but you have to buy the  carbonation separately.”
“Instead of rotting your teeth, Vincent’s new soda (hold the pop) is hot sugar water, which is all the more reason you should pay Rosie a visit instead! What is hot sugar water, but just tea? Really Vincent, where’s the originality? All these half baked ideas, it’s really quite sad...”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Yes! Wen was quite helpful with understanding all this social media! I can now block tags, and clown on you picture box! (Am I using your youthful inter web terms correctly?)”
“I hope you realize you’ve unleashed a menace to society onto the hellnet, because we’re in hell, so everything has hell or something else in the name, like this can of Dr. 666 or the coke cola or the hell sprite which is just hot flat sprite.”
Vox hums.
“We’re launching a new veetek product actually, it’s soda, but you have to buy the  carbonation separately.”
“Instead of rotting your teeth, Vincent’s new soda (hold the pop) is hot sugar water, which is all the more reason you should pay Rosie a visit instead! What is hot sugar water, but just tea? Really Vincent, where’s the originality? All these half baked ideas, it’s really quite sad...”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Yes! Wen was quite helpful with understanding all this social media! I can now block tags, and clown on you picture box! (Am I using your youthful inter web terms correctly?)”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
“Vincent, I am once again asking you to walk off a clean 100 ft drop! For all of our sakes introduce your screen to the cool, hard concrete of a Dennys parking lot! As not a single soul in hell invitees you to stick your trifling head of mechanisms into this operation!”
“It was obviously your ugly mug that caused his unfortunate passing. Not all of us are built to withstand such direct eye contact with hideous creations such as yourself.”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
“Vincent, I am once again asking you to walk off a clean 100 ft drop! For all of our sakes introduce your screen to the cool, hard concrete of a Dennys parking lot! As not a single soul in hell invitees you to stick your trifling head of mechanisms into this operation!”
“It was obviously your ugly mug that caused his unfortunate passing. Not all of us are built to withstand such direct eye contact with hideous creations such as yourself.”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
“Vincent, I am once again asking you to walk off a clean 100 ft drop! For all of our sakes introduce your screen to the cool, hard concrete of a Dennys parking lot! As not a single soul in hell invitees you to stick your trifling head of mechanisms into this operation!”
“It was obviously your ugly mug that caused his unfortunate passing. Not all of us are built to withstand such direct eye contact with hideous creations such as yourself.”
“Last I checked I wasn’t insulting the locks of another man when my dome shines in the light! Tsk tsk, are you over-compensating for something Vincent? Be it your bald head or need all of us remember your-“
“My apologies darlings, I’m afraid the live roast of Vox will have to wait, I’m quite hungry.”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
“Vincent, I am once again asking you to walk off a clean 100 ft drop! For all of our sakes introduce your screen to the cool, hard concrete of a Dennys parking lot! As not a single soul in hell invitees you to stick your trifling head of mechanisms into this operation!”
“It was obviously your ugly mug that caused his unfortunate passing. Not all of us are built to withstand such direct eye contact with hideous creations such as yourself.”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
“Vincent, I am once again asking you to walk off a clean 100 ft drop! For all of our sakes introduce your screen to the cool, hard concrete of a Dennys parking lot! As not a single soul in hell invitees you to stick your trifling head of mechanisms into this operation!”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
