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Lᴀɪssᴇᴢ ʟᴇs ʙᴏɴs ᴛᴇᴍᴘs ʀᴏᴜʟᴇʀ — !
RP blog for a HEAVILY headcanon - based, canon - divergent alastor from hazbin hotel, written by cast ( they / them ). nsfw / crossover - friendly / oc - friendly / multiship / multiverse.
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"fuck marry kill" is a stupid game. First of all, marriage is evil. Secondly, everyone must die.
Paruyr Sevak, "To Go Mad" (translated by metamorphesque)
𝓪𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 ; an independent & private roleplay blog featuring 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 from hazbin hotel ; canon compliant with heavy headcanon influence ; written by kat ; 21+ only
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(flirting) you're beautiful btw. im going to piss you off on purpose
( FINALLY coming out the other side of being sick. holy hell. that was a miserable experience. breathing through your nose is so fun and cool. )
Illustration for Alastor's backstory in the Hazbin Hotel pilot by Amanda Heard. Posted to their Twitter February 15, 2019.
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Illustration by Jeff Delgado used for Alastor's backstory in the Hazbin Hotel pilot. Posted to their twitter October 28, 2019.
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Illustration used in the Cautionary Tale sequence of the Hazbin Hotel pilot. Posted to Tis_Not_Love's twitter February 14, 2019.
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"Have you been sleeping enough, Alastor? You look horrible." A statement that any other sinner would regret uttering-- yet here she was, stating the obvious. While she knew quite well and from experience that the Radio Demon could handle himself-- he'd been a bit off since the fight against the exorcists.
Which worried her-- and she despised the sensation. It was a problem to solve-- someone to help [someone she even cared about, mind you] and yet she was powerless to offer solutions.
"Is your room too dirty? Too clean? I can fix it!"
Ah, darlin' Niffty! Could always count on her for a smile ... and not even the sort he had to wear defensively!
" Oh, my dear! Is it that obvious? " he asked, pretending to check himself. " And here I thought I was carrying it so well! I do believe you could be of some assistance to me ... you see, it's my pillow. It's just not right, you know? Maybe you could find JUST the right pillow for me, somewhere in this hotel ... ? "
( i like to imagine virgil's dynamic w human!alastor as bein like this )
The young man would cock his head to the side and perk a brow. Something seemed to change in his smile. Something more wicked and honed in. A predator watching another predator.
"Cher, not to be rude. But if you're planning to murder me, it better be quite the spectacular display." The younger man would chuckle softly, canting his head to he side with a mischievous knowing smile, smug and arrogant and everything this version seemed to hate about the young buck before him.
"Sweetheart, you're very easy to read. I'm you, remember. Who knows our murderous intent better, hmm?"
" Easy to read, oh, shut up. Not like I told you upfront that I'd kill you if you kept flapping your gums, you hincty popinjay. The real problem with you is that you gravely overestimate your importance in all of this. You're not the best one in the game, and you're sure the hell not even the worst. You're nothing. An empty pit of a person desperately clawing at anything around you to try and fill up the void, but you never ever will. Satisfactions does not exist for people like us.
Honestly, nothing I could do to you will measure up to the spectacular display the universe decides on, so. Look forward to that. Don't forget your wheelbarrow, is all I can tell you now! "
He cannot WAIT to see this guy get his brains blown out by sheer accident. Nobody has ever deserved it more.
"One of our very best! Come now, no need to be so grumpy, darling~" He'd chuckle, patting his demon's cheek like one would a pouty cat.
"Brings a tear to the eye! Mimzy never let us live it down. Absolutely laughed at our bedside for a week! Hah! Good times~" The younger man chuckled mischievously before putting his hands up in mock surrender.
"Yes yes. I shall keep it to ourselves then~" He was all laid back smiles and playful hums. "Unforgettably darling, I'm afraid they're right. We're red...and a deer. I see the resemblance. My condolences all the same, cher~"
The only reason he was not killing this guy right this second, was that there was no satisfactory way to kill this guy in the moment. Tearing his human counterpart limb from limb would not satisfy. He needed something elaborate. Something befitting the crime of being so INSUFFERABLY smug.
Maybe involving a buzz saw. Or keelhauling in the Louisiana swamplands. Let the gators sort him out.
" Yes. Very good times I am happy I remember now instead of something I actually wanted to remember about my life. Everything's jake. "
"Tch. Very funny, Al."
Vaggie snorted softly only to blink down at their hands when he went out of his way to wrap her damaged one. She blushed a gentle gold, staring at him in slight shock. Why-...Why would he do that for her? She'd look away before he could catch her eye but she'd smile down at the red cloth now wrapped tight around her wound. It was sweet of him.
"Heh. Thanks, Antlers." The little angel murmured, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Relax. I don't want anything. Just y'know...don't be a fuckin' brat when it comes to serious injuries again, yeah? Next time tell us...tell me, if you're hurt. Stupid prideful idiot."
She'd roll her good eye before holding her injured hand to her chest, gesturing to the bed before them.
"You should eherm...get some rest. Your body needs to recover. You'll feel a lot better after you sleep." Hesitantly she'd reach out, brushing his bangs away from his sweat dappled forehead.
"...Would you like me to stay...?"
The brush of her lips against his cheek was. Not as unwelcome as it ought to have been. But then, he'd just let her magically reach inside his gaping chest wound and scrape out the holy rot within. So what was a little thank - you peck, between ... friends?
Good lord. Alastor really must have been going soft in his age. Here he was, opening his inner circle to an angel, of all beings.
The sensation of her fingers threading through his hair, a tender and soothing gesture, almost made him cede right on the spot. He breathed out, all the air in his body seeming to seep out of him.
" Ah. Well ... maybe, just a while, I suppose. You don't look like you're fit to stand, just yet, " he murmured, laying back against the pillows before, with some awkwardness, scooting over to permit her a space to lay.
@stagtic " SHUT YOUR MOUTH. I WILL KILL YOU. "
"Or shall we tell them about the one scar right above our right hip! You know the one. Remember? When we got hit by old man Jenkin's jalopy! Hah, we were so drunk and we-"
" OKAY THAT ONE actually was sort of a good story. But for God's SAKE, man! You've got a reputation to establish in Hell. Do you know how many times a day I get called ' Bambi ' or ' Rudolph '? MORE THAN ONCE. WHICH IS TOO MANY TIMES.
I do NOT also need people knowing about my various humiliating ass burns. "
" How well do you know me? Ideally, not at all! I prefer my status as an enigmatic hermit. More a force of nature, a living calamity than a man, you know? I appear, I reap mass confusion and hysteria, and I vanish! Why live any differently, really. "
