Thinking about Alastor sitting down to play at the piano one night, once everyone is settled into the new Hotel. His playing starts off jazzy, then, as time goes on, slowly bleeds into something more melancholy. Something almost mournful, but not quite. There’s notes of joy in it, albeit hidden under longing bars.
Lucifer hears it, lilting across the hotel halls. He chases it down, transfixed by the notes, by the soul whom is pouring itself into them. Lucifer has always been a dreamer, a supporter of dreamers, and there is no better dreamer than the artist.
And when he happens upon the correct room, peering inside to behold Alastor- of all people- hunched over the instrument, gracefully pouring himself into the keys- Lucifer’s thoughts turn on their heads. A warmth blossoms in his chest. A tugging at his heart that he hasn’t felt in centuries.
He watches Alastor for ages. Wondering at the beautiful tune, what emotion could possibly back it. He watches with such softness in his gaze, affection weaving underneath his features, all while the warmth spreads all throughout his cold soul.
When Alastor finishes, he looks up, noticing the form standing in the door, and startles, his face flushing with crimson. Lucifer is quick to murmur his praises, and Alastor even quicker to mumble his thanks, sweeping out before Lucifer can question him further.
Because how is he to explain that the symphony Lucifer heard was one orchestrated by Alastor’s own twisting feelings for the angel?
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you know what really bothers me about the whole 'you can't call mizu trans, white transmascs this isn't about you' thing? the absolute disgusting audacity to forget that mixed race trans men fucking exist.
Who the fuck is saying that lol? I’ve especially never seen the latter part. Who’s talking to the white transmascs like that. Help. That’s ridiculous
I find this especially funny, because this is true— it is not about white transmascs, or transmascs in general, or enbies, or transfemmes, because Mizu is Canonically A Woman and we’re all HAVING FUN WITH HEADCANONS HERE. For every post that someone makes saying Mizu is definitively one trans identity, the cutest kitten in the world blows up like legos
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I decided to draw more of my si/oc for Hazbin Hotel: Capper Dubois.
He and Alastor's Mother (Am) first met in 1906 at his favorite diner where she worked as a waitress (that he later bought to give her job security, he's rich and does nice things for people he likes, sue him) when he was 20, she was 25, and Alastor was 6.
They were just good friends until he caught Alastor's father abusing them when Alastor was 13. Capper beat him half to death then threw him out of the house and told him never to come back (if he later went missing and Capper and Alastor had a bonding moment out in the bayou together with nothing but a cinderblock and some rope, well, that's no one's business but their's).
Capper and Am's romance after that was a whirlwind, dancing and singing and painting the town. Alastor (15) even gave her away at their wedding (and if anyone didn't like the idea of a lowly black waitress marrying one of the most powerful men in New Orleans, then they were quick to learn that gators got to eat too).
After Am's death from a brain aneurysm in 1928, Capper fell into depression, just going through the motions of life. The only thing he still found joy in was his son Alastor and his radio broadcast. But when Alastor was shot and killed by a hunter in 1933, Capper completely lost it. He tracked that hunter down and fed him to his own dogs before letting the authorities catch him. He was sentenced to death and given the chair in 1934.
Finding himself in Hell, Capper was quick to reunite with Alastor, the only family he had left (he being one of the few people in all of creation Alastor genuinely cares for). With his son's help, he was able to establish himself as one of Hell's sovereign overlords. Using his experience from his time in the New Orleans underground, he made himself a demon of principles: fair contracts for the souls in his employ, merciless brutality against his enemies, and endless torment to those he genuinely hates (pedophiles, rapists, the hunter, Alastor's father, Valentino) every hated soul claimed, adding another eye to his tail.
Eventually however, he hears about a passion project led by one Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell. A hotel for rehabilitating sinners and getting them into Heaven. Probably the first time in 90 years Capper felt any hope of seeing his wife again.
And so, he became Charlie's first true supporter (aside from Vaggie) providing aid to the hotel in exchange for safe haven for his people on extermination day and the hope of reuniting with Am in Heaven.
And then shortly after the battle with Heaven and the opening of the new hotel . . .
He was betrayed. Murdered on the steps of the hotel he gave so much to defend.
Of course, death isn't always final.
Overall, Capper would say he's fairly happy with how things turned out.
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if I have a nickel for every time I favor the blue-colored-themed Character and is also known to have a Teleporting ability, then I would have 3 nickels.
first is an experience, the second is a coincidence but the third is a pattern so I think I found my favorites
they are all so fukin different but god do I love them
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