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Do y'think Alastor has to take care of Sir Pentious's eggs now? They're not sinners (i think) so what happens to them?

Like I feel like Alastor would pretend to be all put upon and annoyed, but would actually take really good care of them idk. I mean we all know he's not getting redeemed so its a permanent solution.

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movie Afton needs to be unnecessarily attractive do you understand

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i 🫶 using my friends for likes :p

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Ok so thinking about human Alastor.

I dont follow Vivzipop or the Hazbin pages on anything but Youtube, so idk if this has been confirmed but do you think Alastor had any features that remind him of his mom taken when he Fell?

Like do you think his skin or hair changed to be grey and straight/red as a minor punishment, bc it seems like it wouldn't bother you until it's been a century and you're staring into a mirror desperately trying to remind yourself what your mother looked like.

Hes a mamas boy, of course it would be heartbreaking.

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doomscrolling but its on tumblr so everything i see Makes Me Giggle™️ until I find that one depressing hate post that I can't tell if its satire or not

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Josh Hutcherson whistle edit taped to the wall of my physics classroom

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Practice writing I found

I guess I forgot to poet this? Anyways its just practicing writing Roxy and Lillian tbh. I think i wrote this like... 3 months ago? Anyways I'm probably going to change a few things in the future but this was a 3am fever writing session with no editing

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The lights of the Pizzaplex shut off abruptly as the clock strikes midnight. Neon signs become softer and their buzz begins to quiet. The S.T.A.F.F bots activate and wander the building, wheels rolling and stiff joints squeaking with every minor movement.

Amid the nighttime routines kicking up, a woman walks with purpose through the main atrium. Her strides are heavy and her hands are clenched, one in a fist and the other around the handle of her tool box, as she weaves around wet floor signs and security bots.

She stops only when she comes to Rockstar Row, at the purple door adorned with a white star on the high center. The security screen next to the door flashes as she draws near, sensing the security badge clipped to her belt loop.

The door opens with a clang and in steps the woman, sighing as she's greeted by her coworker.

"What do *you* want?" The large wolf animatronic says immediately, her yellow eyes trained on the mechanic from before she even walked in. The woman rolls her eyes, as if she's expected the reaction.

"Told you yesterday, Roxanne. Routine checkup." The woman begins, setting down her toolbox decorated with peeling stickers from many years of use.

The wolf growls, muttering under her breath.

"Why do we even need those.." She huffs, her grey and white tail swishing angrily behind her. "You did it yesterday, that should be enough." Taking a step away from the appendage so her legs aren't bruised beyond repair, the woman speaks again.

"You know well why we need these every day. C'mon, sit down and we'll get it over with."

"Lillian, I'm fine." Roxanne sighs, but sits down anyways. She knows better than to refuse maintenance- even if she doesnt really like the new mechanic.

"Management says I need to check anyways." Lillian hums. She stands on her tiptoes and wiggles Roxanne's ears and untangles some wire hair wrapped around the joint, allowing it to move freely again. "Your jaw working okay?" Her hand reaches towards the wolf's maw.

Lillian's words are met with a sharp snap of Roxy's mouth, her hand barely missed by the sharp metal canines in the bot's mouth. Though she doesnt jump, an unamused hum escapes Lillian, her eyebrows furrowing as she bring her hand back.

"Really?" Her tone is flat as she fights back the urge to say what's on her mind.

"I'm preparing you for Monty- he'll snap more than I will." Roxanne rolls her eyes with a smug grin, crossing her arms and resting a leg on top of her other, looking away as Lillian squats down to pop open her tool box.

"You don't need to worry about him. I will." Lillian says, flatly, grabbing a flathead screwdriver. "Open your chasis, please."

"Chasis?" A snort from the wolf.

"Chest cavity, whatever you'd like to call it-" Lillian's tone is growing impatient. She's already exhausted from her out-of-work day, and her anxiety for having to approach the most aggresive animstronic is building every time Roxanne makes an uneeded remark.

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tbh I follow some people just because they reblog only the character I like so I get more posts I mightve missed. They're like my little scavenger creatures, finding the hard to spot art of my bbgs and they don't even know it