Hey, Al!
Would you consider this as a good gift for Rosie and you?
(I had to 💔)
"Haha!"
"I have no idea what comic this is from, but it's delightful. I'd gladly say it would be a good gift."

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Hey, Al!
Would you consider this as a good gift for Rosie and you?
(I had to 💔)
"Haha!"
"I have no idea what comic this is from, but it's delightful. I'd gladly say it would be a good gift."
Since you'll be staying for quite a while, what do you think of the hotel crew so far? Or Charlie's friends, as you may perceive them.
"As a whole, it's a very fascinating community. I'm closest with Niffty, but I find the general company agreeable enough." And they respected his privacy. He was able to be left alone when he wanted to be. He appreciated that.
I've been meaning to ask, how was Charlie's emo phase, Lucifer?
“.. Not answering any questions about this.”
I'm actually wondering how you were able to edit the commercial you initially made for the hotel. Care to explain the process?
(also I just found this post funny. Al is technically an old man after all 😂)
"It was definitely outside my comfort zone, but I've worked with editing audio plenty of times. Compared to that, video editing was child's play!"
Alastor, these are Labubus. They're supposed to be storybook characters but they've gained popularity due to people wanting to buy rare collectible plushies/keychains of them like crazy (at least that's what I've heard that's happened).
I think anon was saying you look like this guy here ⬇️ (unless it's a different version tho I searched it up and most red ones look like this)
"Oh, I might just snag one of those for Niffty!"
Context: This post.
⚡ Out of curiosity, why did you keep the roach crown Niffty made for you? It's honestly very wholesome.
"It's rude to throw away a gift." Alastor could feel the truth magic nonsense fighting him on that one, so he elaborated a bit more. "I wouldn't throw away something Niffty made for me." Not when it was such a charming little craft of hers.
Ask meme response.
⚡Hello Al! How's it been with the hotel's sudden rise in popularity?
Btw, Mod, are you going to be stashing up new screenshots from the new episodes? We now have quite the variety in Alastor's face expressions.
"I hate all of the new residents. Playing nice at this little hotel had been fun when it was just a small sorry group of nobodies, now it's just a bunch of bumbling idiots. Not to mention Lucifer lording his supposed superiority over me."
Of course I will! I'm just not at home right now, and can't really grab them. So I'm only working with my current archive. I will be grabbing more once I can, though.
Ask meme response.
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You said that you had a headcannon about Alastor's potential (maybe or maybe not) fear/distaste for dogs regarding the incidents of his death.
I'm curious to know what you thought of, if you'd like to share!!
I'd love to! Here's my two cents on Alastor's death and his opinion on dogs.
Alastor's death was slow. He was shot through the head, yes, but he hadn't lost consciousness entirely from that. Even lifeless on the ground, he was still aware of the blinding pain blooming from his forehead. He heard the barking of hunting dogs, the sound growing in volume until it was unbearably loud. He felt the dogs' teeth digging into his flesh, unable to see clearly past the blood in his eyes. He was completely, agonizing aware for his remaining seconds of life. It felt far longer than that.
Naturally, he hated dogs after that. Hearing barking still brought to mind that experience. There was nothing more frightening to him than the barking of dogs, and he would overreact to every dog he encountered, no matter the size of the hellhound or how loud it might have been. During his early days, he had killed a dog out of pure terror.
This frustrated him. Dogs were nothing to him. A majority of them are small, relatively harmless creatures. He knew that. There wasn't a single dog that threatened him. He hated this newfound fear he had, and he was determined to get rid of it.
Alastor's method for that was desensitization. He found a pack of dogs, and made it part of his routine to pass them by. The dogs were the loud, rowdy type; the kind of neglected dogs that are left outside on their own for too long, without regular meals or a place to sleep; the dogs that are prone to growling, barking, and biting due to their mistreatment. They were chained to their yards, unable to leave without their collars choking them. At first, Alastor just passed by, staying on the opposite side of the street,. It gave a fair amount of distance between himself and the yard they stayed in, allowing him to get used to the sound of barking. Once he was finally able to keep from flinching at the relentless barking, he switched to walking on the sidewalk in front of them. He was the nconfronted with their growling, their hostile attention, right next to him. He forced himself to move despite the relentless terror, and it eventually turned from debilitating fear to something more like background noise. When he could finally walk by without looking at them, it was a victory. He took to provoking the hounds when he could, finding joy in seeing them helplessly try and jump at him, fueled both by his own newfound courage and the knowledge that they couldn't hurt him.