#Alastor has clowned himself

[notemaker]

In which Lucifer starts getting comfortable, forgets social boundaries, and Alastor kind of does so too. Nifty takes 1 interaction and makes it a whole plot.

#Tag yourself if youre Nifty #Lets not lie to ourselves #also ive been doing this ALL NIGHT #I couldnt just leave it. who knows if my future me would have finished it #I have to stretch my hand for...an hour. jesus #carpel tunnel here I go #my art #art post #WE STAN QUIRKY CRINGE 2013 NIFTY #She's decided she's going to be the wingman #Alastor has clowned himself #alastor #lucifer #appleradio #radioapple #doodles #comic strip #comic #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin fanart #hazbin alastor #nifty #NIFTY MY GIRL GOGOGOGO!! #nifty hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #imagine having to describe your whole personality as: radio; will die if I touch a remote control #lucifer morningstar

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Extreme Fluff!! Sweet Intimacy!!! A little canon cannibalism

Description: Different ways Alastor likes to be pampered by Wifey!Reader

When it comes to his wifey...Alastor is super spoiled and he knows it, craves it like nothing ever before

He's a glutton for your attention and everyone knows it

Every little act of kindness, every drop of affection and loving gaze just melts over his (shriveled black)heart like a sugary glaze

Mmmmmm glazed hearts

Great now he's hungry

ANYWAYS-

Even the normal everyday things make him feel warm and fuzzy inside

Like when you bring him his favorite tea in the mornings, giving him a soft kiss on the side of his face as you drape your arms around him

"Mm...good morning my dear..."

Or when you smooth over an unruly hair for him or fix his bow tie before he leaves the hotel

You can't have your snookums going out looking like some scruffy strawberry clown

You always make sure his staff is clean and polished, suit flawless and pressed, shoes shiny before he has an overlord meeting

You're NOT going to let your pookie bear hang around the other overlords with smudged shoes

Just. No.

Loves the days that you drag him off to the bathroom to coax him into a hot bath

"You've been so tense lately... let me take care of you..."

How can he say no to you?

He just relaxes and closes his eyes, letting your gentle fingers massage his scalp as you lather shampoo in his hair

The candles and bubbles 🫧 were a good touch too 👌

He almost always falls asleep by the time you're done massaging and cleaning him up, once you start scrubbing under his nails then he's OUT LIKE A LIGHT

Not that you mind, he's so attractive when he's sleeping

WAIT HUSBAND DON'T DROWN

Wakes up to an empty bathtub and a warm towel being wrapped around him by his delicious boo

You're so good to him how did you know he needed this

Always finds himself in a better mood after that, like his problems have all been washed and scrubbed away by your gentle pampering

He secretly loves it when you come by his radio tower with a fresh lunch, interrupting his set just because he needs to eat

Though he pretends it's a big hassle

He savors the food you bring him either way, walking you to the door afterwards and thanking you for thinking of him

Bby boy that's all you do is think about him

He locks the door on your way out tho

Alastor loves the way you convince him to come to bed with you, knowing he needs to sleep but also armed with the knowledge that he'll fight bedtime like a child

You leaning on the doorway already in your sleep attire, giving him a soft pout as he tries to continue his work and ignore you

"Alastor..."

Not his ears flicking up at the sound of your voice

When whining doesn't work, then you slink your way over to him, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you

He's trying so hard not to though, the moment he looks at your face then he knows he's done for

"Look at me, darling~"

Okay maybe just a quick glance-

Alastor you are a strong man, you are cruel and sadistic and you are an overlord with very important business!! You can handle telling your wife no-

Ffffffffuck.

Not the gooey goo goo doe eyes

Immediately leans into your touch, savoring the feeling of your fingers stroking his cheek

Not his tail fluttering

"Come to bed already~ I can't sleep without you, you know..."

And that's how you convince him to get to sleep every single night, a full 8 hours or whatever is recommended in Hell

Getting out of bed is hard for him because you look so delectable asleep and curled into him

Maybe he should take more time to pamper you too

But he's a selfish, greedy man who likes being spoiled by his wife so that thought is gone as fast as it came

He gets out of bed just to watch you whine and blindly reach out for him, so adorably pathetic

Okay just five more minutes of snuggles then I gotta go-

If he's cranky then you manage to convince him to nap, patting your lap and stroking his hair once he lays his head down

Your soft singing lulls him into a light sleep as you scratch and rub the ends of his ears

Wakes up drooling

Wakes up with his face buried in your stomach, arms locked around your waist as he sleepily breathes in your scent

How is he supposed to get any work done with you around????

Alastor loves all those things but his favorite way that you spoil him?? His number one fave?? That he would never admit to anyone??

When you give him your special smile, the one that's always been his to see and his alone

The smile that conveys enough warmth and love to make all of Hell seem like Heaven, at least for him anyways

The same smile that he first saw when you told him that you loved him, the same smile that tells him you still love him

You spoil him

Alastor thinking of his wife:

#alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor being whipped!! Yes #wifey being whipped!!! YES #The deer himself getting spoiled?? #YES #does he deserve it??? #...no... #do we want it???? #?? #y-yes?

[klaunee]

Edit 2/12/2024: I wanted to add a disclaimer to my redesigns! I really appreciate all of the likes and comments that these have garnered, but I just want to add that these aren't intended to be "improvements" or "fixes" of the original designs in any way and were done as a character design exercise for my own entertainment. Looking back on them there's a lot I'd like to change about them and I'd never claim to be anything more than an amateur/hobbyist character designer messing around with these character concepts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Redesign of most of the main cast of Hazbin Hotel + Lucifer for fun and all that. I enjoy seeing other people's interpretations of these characters and wanted to try my hand at it. Elaboration below the cut.

(warning for some potential spoilers for Season 1 below)

Charlie

As you can see, the gist of my redesigns is exaggerating the qualities of whatever the character is supposed to be. In this case, I thought Charlie lacked qualities that identified her as a demon, and so I gave her permanent horns and a more goat-like appearance. I also gave her angel wings for a unique look and to identify her as Lucifer's daughter. Realistically these could be bat wings instead, since Lucifer was historically depicted as having said wings, but I thought the angel wings combined with demonic features would give her a unique appearance. Her outfit is inspired by bellhops and magicians. I wanted her to be based on a type of performer in the same vein as her parents, with Lucifer's supposed ringmaster theme and Lilith being a diva. This is also why I gave her red nose paint, because to me, her red cheeks and white face make her look clown-like. I gave her round shapes to represent her sweet personality while her overall body type is lanky in a somewhat awkward way, trying to depict her as a bit dorky. I made her hair a bit more prominent for a princess-y look.

Vaggie

Vaggie's moth qualities have been exaggerated here. I'm aware of the theories that she's actually not a moth demon but rather a fallen angel, but I wanted to disregard that because I really like bugs. She has four arms, black eyes, antennae, and her hair is actually a pair of functional wings. Her hair-wings have four "eye spots" on them that are actually functional eyes similar to Sir Pentious. Shape-wise I wanted to show her as a more combative, assertive character, with blocky arms and a shorter and wider physique compared to Charlie. I gave her a modern outfit with a fluffy jacket reminiscent of a moth's neck fluff.

Alastor

I gave Alastor a complete overhaul. My biggest gripe with his design is that he's not intimidating in the slightest and yet we're meant to interpret him as fearsome. Although I enjoy the idea of a character who is not physically intimidating while still being a powerful force, I wanted to depict Alastor as outwardly frightening while retaining the idea that he's underestimatable because... his entire body is shadow! Rather than having that Dr. Facilier expy (/j) shadow companion he has, I decided to make it so Alastor is actually the shadow himself. This grants him a plethora of abilities like a greater range of movement, intangibility, etc. I imagine he was disoriented when he first spawned in hell as nothing but a shadow, but slowly found that this could be exploited and became extremely powerful. His staff is based on a vintage style of microphone with the center modified to look like an inverted pentagram. No Voodoo iconography here. The skull itself does not move, rather the red light in his eye flickers in time with his voice. Outfit-wise, he's wearing a basic vintage suit with a boater hat to identify him as being from the 1920's. Of course, the most significant part of his design is his antlers, which are greatly underwhelming in his canon design (disregarding his "true form" which is still weak in my opinion). In addition to giving him a dramatic silhouette, these antlers can be manipulated by him as a pair of appendages similar to hands.

Angel Dust

I didn't change much about Angel Dust. I think he has a nice design. I just tried to make him a bit more spider-like, with pedipalps, extra eyes, and an abdomen. I tried to make the abdomen small so it's essentially like a cottontail. I modified his legs a bit like I did Vaggie's so they're bent in a way similar to bug legs. His suit has a bit more dimension to it as well. I initially wanted to make the stripes vertical for a true pinstripe suit, but the horizontal ones ultimately won out. The most notable part of his physique is his legs like it is in his canon version, but I tried to make all of his limbs longer as well.

Lucifer

This one was very self-indulgent. I wanted to make Lucifer more father-like in appearance to try and diversify the shapes of male characters in this show, similar to how I gave Alastor a stocky build. With a stouter appearance he is simultaneously less and more imposing depending on how he's depicted. I think it'd be nice if his wings were a permanent element of his design. I gave him a broken halo, which he obscures with his top hat. I modified his outfit while still retaining the ringmaster appearance, giving him a long, flowing cape for a dramatic look. He has a cane in the shape of a golden snake which can actually move freely if he wills it. I based his hair a bit on famous carnie P.T. Barnum, and I think he'd have a similar characterization as Barnum too, being an outwardly magnanimous and lovable leader while in reality wanting nothing more than to encourage hedonism, chaos and sin in his subjects. His pointy beard and moustache come from depictions of Mephistopheles. Like Charlie, I gave him red nose paint because like I said, they've got clown vibes. Charlie inherits her goat features from Lilith, who I did not draw (yet).

Thank you for reading!

I'm not 100% on these redesigns but I enjoyed the exercise. I may redo them eventually.

I'd also like to do more of these, especially Adam.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #hellaverse #alastor #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #vaggie #angel dust #hazbin hotel au

[belladonazeppole]

The Other Side

(This takes inspiration by @adyophene "The Greatest Showcat" art, part 2 is coming soon!! The Other Side and Rewrite the Stars are such royalflush songs.)

Let's begin, shall we?

'Right here, right now I put the offer out.' Maybe it was the booze, 'I don't wanna chase you down I know you see it, you run with me and I can cut you free.' But even if it was, what he was saying is true, Lucifer wanted to see Husk free and would help him.

'Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in so trade that typical for something colorful.' Even he could see that Husk grump and uncaring behaviour was a mask, well some of it, but that the demon cat was more than that.

And Lucifer wanted to help him to show it.

So he would take the leap.

'And if it's crazy, live a little crazy you can play it sensible, a king of conventional or you can risk it all and see.' Yes it was insane and a silly idea but for the stars he desire that everybody could see Husk as he does.

In a bold move Lucifer holds Husk hands, 'Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride.' He knew that Husk was more than just a drunk and Alastor companion maybe if people see him as he did Husk.

A true showman.

He let go of his hands in summons his cane. He would do this right, 'It'll take you to the other side! Cause you can do like you do or you can do like me stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key.'

He make him free again.

He opens his wings and jumps, 'Oh, damn, suddenly you're free to fly! It'll take you to the other side." He offers his hand, waiting for Husk.

Lucifer smiles when Husk took it.

And then gets confused when he pulled him down.

'Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in well, I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen.' Husk say as kindly as he could. He can see what the king was trying to do and he apreciates he truly does but he can't let this go beyond an idea. He just can't, 'So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in.'

He doesn't.

He hates his life.

The chains.

The fakes smiles.

All that fucking bullshit.

But Husk doesn't want to involve Lucifer in his mess.

'Now I admire you, and that whole show you do you're onto something, really it's something but I live among the wanes, and we don't pick up apples.' He sounded like an asshole and ungrateful for refusing such offer but if that could destroy that fantasy so beat.

Even if it make hating himself even more.

'I'll have to leave that up to you.' He has to break it. 'Don't you know that I'm okay with this downtown part I get to play, cause I got what I need and I don't want to take the ride." He would keep playing as Alastor pet since he belong to the radio demon.

But god, he can't see Lucifer, 'I don't need to see the other side so go and do like you do I'm good to do like me ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key.' He wasn't in a cage but chains were the key didn't exist.

Since he would never let him go.

'Oh, damn, can't you see I'm doing fine. I don't need to see the other side' Since the only side that existed for Husk was under him.

He needs to leave, he was ready to run away from the king.

But the king wouldn't let him go so easy.

Lucifer crossed his arms and looked at Husk, 'Now is this really how you like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery, and loneliness and gambles.' He knew that Husk was trying to get him to forget about the idea but the king won't let him.

He wouldn't give up without a fight.

Neither does Husk.

'If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the city. Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns.' The sinner bitterly said at the king, he felt tired of refusing the possibility of happiness.

Even if he had to do low blows and hurt Lucifer in process.

It hurt that Husk said that. Lucifer knew how his inaction hurt the family reputation, 'But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little just let me give you the freedom to dream and it'll wake you up and cure your aching.' But he won't give up and let him pushing him away.

He watch it how Husk was started to leave, he needs to said something soon, 'Take your walls and start 'em breaking now that's a deal that seems worth taking but I guess I'll leave that up to you.' He make his offer hoping that Husk accept it.

Lucifer would make this gamble and make it highroller.

'Well, it's intriguing, but to go would cost me greatly.' Fine he would entertain him, 'So what percentage of the show would I be taking?'

At smirk forms in the king face, 'Well, fair enough, you'd want a piece of all the action I'd give you seven, we could shake and make it happen.' He was joking of course, Lucifer would give him everything to his friend but a little banter never hurt anyone.

'I wasn't born this morning, eighteen would be just fine.' The sinner said with a smile, he was an gambler after all, and you can only win if the stakes gets higher.

'Why not just go ahead and ask for nickels on the dime?'

'Thirthy.' Husk wanted more, he started to walk closer to the king.

'I'd do twenty.' Please ask me for more the king mentally beg.

'Forty.' He was getting closer to what he desire.

'Maybe thirty.' I'll give you everything.

'Fifty.' His ultimate fantasy. An equal partnership. Husk waited for Lucifer finally laugh at his face.

But it never came.

He just smirks and Husk just knew that he accept his "offer."

In that moment something click in their minds and the both fly in joy, 'Don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you're gonna play.' In that moment Husk just let his body and mind going allow with the fallen angel, 'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride to the other side.'

'So if you do like I do.' Lucifer said while making some ducks made of light appear, 'So if you do like me.' Husk in retaliation pulls his hat and a little Lucifer puppet comes out.

The king smiles at the trick which make Husk smile in return and If the king wanted to see his magic he would show him one hella of a show.

Just for him.

And maybe himself.

They were flying like idiots, making magic tricks and laughing of said tricks, 'Forget the cage, cause we know how to make the key.' But it didn't matter since in that single moment Husk was free again.

He wasn't chained to him.

Him won't run this fantasy.

This moment was his.

'Oh, damn, suddenly we're free to fly we're going to the other side.' For a moment they were free of everything, from expectetion and the chains it was just the two of them.

They felt peace.

'So if you do like I do'

In synch with eachother.

'So if you do like me.'

Their spark once again was ignate.

'Cause if we do we're going to the other side.'

They were unstopable in that moment.

They were the winners.

'We're going to the other side.'

#hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #husk #husker #lucifer magne #lucifer hazbin hotel #royalflush #lucihusk #lucifer x husk #this how their relationship started #makes some small changes in the song to fit mlre

[prince-liest]

Thoughts on episode 5 and Alastor being one of the most powerful beings in hell but still getting repeatedly clowned on:

One of the things that stuck out to me about episode 5 is that it's an episode where we are told or shown over and over and over again that Alastor is a ridiculously overpowered demon that anyone in their right mind would be terrified of, but the most memorable parts of the episode (at least for me) have to do specifically with the moments where Alastor is undermined and loses his cool.

We see see him absolutely terrify Husk, we have Mimsy unnerving the hell out of Angel Dust and Sir Pentious just by talking about Alastor's old exploits, and we even have Alastor so confident in himself that his opener to Lucifer "the big boss of hell himself" Morningstar is calling him short and then throwing an arm around his daughter and telling her, "You could even call me dad!" He is not even remotely worried about getting smote, and from the way that other people react to Lucifer, that is not a comment on Lucifer's ability to do some smiting. That's the behavior of a man that is Not getting enough attention, but not one that's afraid of the king of hell.

But... even Husk (and I think the episode definitely frames this as well-meaning on his part, which arguably makes it more cloying), who knows Alastor, doubts that Alastor can actually get shit done the moment anything approaching a "challenge" comes up in the form of Mimsy's pursuers. I think it's worth noting that the line that Alastor throws at Husk when he loses his shit is that he will broadcast his screams "for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me." Like, it's not just Husk—it's the fact that this "disrespect" keeps happening from the other Overlords, from Lucifer, and now from Husk.

(And then he proceeds to absolutely wipe the floor with the people who came after Mimsy without breaking a sweat.)

For all the ways that Alastor is definitely progressively losing his cool over not getting the attention and respect that he sees as owed to him, it's a consistent theme that this has been happening despite the fact that he has power levels for which limits have not even really been ascribed yet. And I just think that's nifty! You can be as overpowered and murderous as you like, but some problems are just not a matter of power level in the first place! You can still be disrespected, you can still feel unstable in your relationships and place in the world, and you can certainly still, as both Alastor and Husk have shown us, end up beholden to someone else.

Anyway, I just think it's really neat that Alastor's abilities are fucking cracked and that has done absolutely nothing to prevent him from being This Close to losing absolutely all of his shit on everyone by the end of episode 5.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #meta #personal #long post #gif warning #text posts #hazbin hotel spoilers

[im-a-regular-joe]

LISTEN UP HAZBIN FANS

Hear me out. Mammon own Alastors soul.

OK. ok let me explain.

Exibit A- Mimzy

Look really close at that tattoo. Got a good look? Now where have you seen that before? Was it here?

Now I want you to remember the end of Alastor and Mimzy's friendship. Now imagine that happening but replace Mimzy with Niftty or Rosie or Zestiel. Does it look wrong to you? It does to me.

I feel like there realashionship was strictly curcumstantial. Like they wouldn't be friends if they didn't need too. They parted so easily and it look like they both were able to accept it quite quickly.

Exhbit B - Colors and Emblems

Here we see Angel and Val. Val own Angels soul as we all know. Whenever the deal between them is brought up. Pink appears. Pink smoke, Pink chains ect. This might me me over analysing but Angel Dust and Valentino have a single gold tooth and they are both in the the same spot.

Now look at Alastor when he brings up his deal. His deal with Husk.

And the deal he made himself with, (I suspect Mammon)

In both of these example the color assosiated with respective people is the same.

Alastor in every scene is fully covered. NO skin exposed. In the scene where Sir Pentious rips his coat ad gets angry. I think he is hiding something. Maybe a certain tattoo?

So who else has a green color sheme and green electrical charges in full demon form? The Prince of Greed himself.

3. Mammons attitude

As the lowest class in hell I think the Imps are already indept to serve all the other cretures in hell espessially the overlords and the sins.

SO imagine fizz as a sinner and not an imp. I am 10000% sure that they would be in a Angel and Val type deal but theres no need for that.

Mammon also talks alot about smiling. He is in the entertainment industry.

Before the clown show Mammon tells Fizz

"Smile, Fizzie. The Smile is what they like to see from ya."

Who else talks about smiling constantly and is a master of the art

Alastor.

I do have a feeling that the stitches are not in the proper formation to be what forces Alastor to smile but rather to to keep him from speaking about somthing. Thats a threory for another day.

but lastly biblically Greed is probbally the most powerful sin. Pride may rule hell but greed causes it to thrive.

The indian cree proverb. "You can't eat money." Means you can't get enough. SO you have to keep going with it.

And thats why I think Al could have made a deal with Satan or another sin but he chose Mammon because they are both greedy.

Mammon for Fame and money and Alastor for power.

But hey thats just a theory.....

A film theory ( hehehe I had too)

#hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin spoilers #helluva boss mammon #just a thought #just a theory #just a though i had #theory #conspiracy theories #vizziepop #its crazy #hear me out #i will die on this hill #i will die on this fucking hill #i stand by this

[vylad243]

Any headcannons for your Radiostatic? :3

Always!

Alastor has anxiety, and sometimes it gets so bad he hallucinates

Vox managed to make Alastor listen to new music. He lost cuddle privileges after he played some really questionable ones

Vox tried and failed to teach Alastor slang

Vox did indeed get Alastor a Nokia

Alastor is scared of it before it threw it at someone once and knocked them out while the phone was fine

For their wedding, Vox leaves open a chair for Alastor's mom. It was a surprise and Alastor was really touched

Alastor didn't realize how much red he was wearing. He though he was wearing brown because he's colour blind

Vox refuses to let him change the colour of his clothes because 'you're committed now'

Vox is a bottom

Alastor doesn't need to sleep except for on his rut. He sleeps every other time because it makes Vox uncomfortable to have Alastor awake all night, staring at him

For Halloween Vox managed to get Alastor to do one couples costume and never again

Alastor can pull off multiple different accents but almost never talks in his real one

Vox still have nightmares years later

Alastor and Vox have accepted that the nightmares would be a permanent thing going forward

Alastor only calls Vox by his Royal titles to piss him off

Vox only calls Alastor by his Royal title to piss him off

Vox's screen brightness is incredibly low so he won't blind Alastor anymore

Vox can and will mute himself

Alastor has given up on trying to whiten his teeth. He feels a bit self-conscious about his teeth, but he did literally everything he could

Rosie had a bet going on in Cannibal Town that Alastor and Vox would end up together that went on for years. Rosie was super smug when she won

Vox is accepted in Cannibal Town and treated very well by everyone there

Except by Susan

Fuck Susan

Alastor bakes a lot more now because of Vox's sweet tooth

Vox is more self-conscious about his heterochromia than the literal TV for a head

Alastor doesn't get it either don't worry

Angel and Vox once tested expired pregnancy tests with different types of alcohol such to Husk's and Alastor's confusion

Vox is an emotional drunk and one time cried for a solid two hours about how Alastor was going to leave him one day... to Alastor

Alastor started taking extra care to make sure Vox knew he genuinely care for him and would not be using him

Vox has only convinced Alastor to watch horror movies, Spirit, and Balto

Alastor laughs at the scene where Art the Clown eats that girl's face while Vox hides because he's disgusted

#hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #anonymous #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #AMOR #vylad's random headcanons

[irkimatsu]

One thing I do want to note about the scene between Husk and Alastor in episode 5 is that Husk starts panicking after Alastor brings out the chain, but before he actually threatens him. The instant Alastor pulls him to the floor, his pupils shrink and he starts nervously backpedaling. That says to me that Alastor has threatened him with the chain before and that Husk knows what it means. It didn't stop him from talking back because Husk still has some pride left, he's not the type to stand down until he's in immediate danger. I don't think he would have snapped about Alastor's leash if Alastor wasn't just rubbing his ear and calling him a pet. Alastor pushed one of his buttons, he retaliated by pushing one of Alastor's buttons right back, and then he was immediately reminded who holds the power in this relationship.

Then I add in a part from "Loser, Baby", "now I'm on that demon's leash, I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour"... that just doesn't sound like someone on friendly terms with their owner to me. Maybe they were friends in Husk's Overlord days. Maybe that's why Husk trusted Alastor with that bet in the first place. But as it stands now, I just can't see any fondness from Husk to Alastor, only resentment, a desire to not just sit back and take it, but knowing there's only so much he can do without getting himself killed. Even his warning about Mimzy seemed to be out of concern for the whole hotel, not just Alastor. I'm sure Husk didn't want to deal with whatever trouble Mimzy brought along any more than Alastor did.

As for how Alastor views Husk, though, that's a bit different... it's definitely not as an equal. Not with the pet comment, not with stuff like "Do you think I'm a fucking clown?" "Maybe!" But there does seem to be a strange, condescending fondness from Alastor to Husk. He lets Husk live for some reason, whether that's for fondness or for whatever use he can get out of him, though he's willing to let go of that mercy if Husk turns out to be more trouble than he's worth. Like putting an animal down when its behavior problems are too much to handle.

Alastor would say he treats Husk quite well. He takes great care of his pet! Husk disagrees because he's not a goddamn animal. That's where the mismatch in how they view each other stems from. I wouldn't call it a friendship, but it'd be a perfectly fine master/pet relationship if Husk was comfortable in that role. He's just not. But he knows what he has to do to earn Alastor's favor and live another day, even if his wounded pride can lead him to making terrible decisions about what to say.

Canon could easily prove me wrong! But that's how I see those two so far. I really am curious what the truth is...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin alastor #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts

[royalvelvette]

and love will bring us freedom

Making my own Uncle Ozzie content with this next short story.

(Part 1 of 3) (Ao3 Link)

Rating: M

Characters: Alastor, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Cherri Bomb, Niffty Non-Physical Appearance: Fizzarolli, Mammon, Ozzie Mentioned: Lucifer Morningstar

Warnings: Assumed incest (it isn't), canon-typical language, implied child/teen abuse, discussion of past major character injury.

Word Count: 2024

Alastor raised an eyebrow as he peered over the banister. Much like when Lucifer had first visited, the hotel was in quite the tizzy. Perhaps a little less so than that wretched day – today’s frenetic energy seemed to only be affecting Charlie and her darling. He watched silently for a moment, as was his wont; not for long though.

Charlie was carrying one of those horrific picture boxes, and that just wouldn’t do.

Alastor stepped back into his shadow, re-materializing next to Vaggie. Vaggie didn’t notice him at first (she rarely did; it was quite rude), so he cleared his throat. She jumped, and Alastor yanked his arm back before she could grab onto it – her stress-gripping was only amusing if it wasn’t him she was doing it to; he had no desire to have a short-tempered angel clinging to him for upwards of ten minutes, no thank you.

“I wasn’t aware there was... another one of those noisy picture boxes in the hotel,” he said after enduring Vaggie’s (frankly adorable) glare for long enough.

“We put in storage after someone,” here, she shot him another sour look, “destroyed the one in the living area.”

“My dear, I couldn’t leave such a threat unattended,” Alastor said. “After all, Vox is quite capable of using any of those devices to infiltrate an area. Why, I ought to do my duty as guardian of this hotel-”

Charlie set the picture box down with a very solid thunk, cutting him off mid-sentence. She wiped her hands off on her pant legs (disgusting, he needed to teach her the importance of image lest she tarnish his own by behaving so boorishly in public). She straightened up, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room.

“It’s okay, Al,” Charlie said, coming over and slinging an arm over Vaggie’s shoulders. “That tv was made down in Envy; Vox won’t be able to use it. You did a great job setting things up, babe,” she added, kissing Vaggie’s forehead.

Disgusting. Alastor turned away from the public display, instead walking over to the picture box. He examined it carefully, looking for any of the telltale marks of a machine created for sinners. Nothing stood out to him – the logo was of a company he had never heard tell of; not even as one crushed under VoxTek’s heel. The screen was (unfortunately) of much better make than the usual garbage that the Pride ring had access to. He rapped it once, sharply, with his staff.

Nothing. No power resonated back at him, not like the first television. It was, as Charlie said, completely unusable to him – and, therefore, Vox. He sighed – there would be no ridding himself of this picture box the same way he had the last. Unfortunate, truly. Perhaps he could entice Niffty into ruining the screen at some point in her pest control pursuits.

Charlie and Vaggie approached his back, so he turned to face them. “It is as you say, my dear,” he told Charlie. “May I ask why you are only bringing it out now, however? I know Angel Dust has been bemoaning the lack of... entertainment ever since I rid us of the first one.”

Charlie beamed at him. “My cousin is going to be on today,” she said excitedly, grabbing onto his hand. “He’s won every year, of course, ‘cause Fizz is the best at being a clown, but I still like watching him perform!”

“I... see,” Alastor said, extracting his hand after waiting a moment to see if she would let go on her own.

Vaggie made a sound a little bit like snnrk. “Her cousin is famous,” she said, entirely unhelpful.

“Who’s her cousin?” Angel Dust called from the bar, where he and Husker had been watching the girls run around. “Maybe I’ve heard of him.”

Charlie darted over to the bar, practically bouncing on her toes. “His name’s Fizzarolli! He’s the best jester in Hell!”

Angel Dust shrugged. “Neva heard of him.”

Vaggie sighed, following after Charlie and tugging her back just a bit. Alastor followed – he was loath to miss out on learning more about anyone. Husker was already pouring him a drink when he took a seat, the good man.

“He’s popular with hellborn,” Vaggie said. “Pretty much everyone owns a robo-fizz at some point.”

Charlie muttered something under her breath, scowling. Alastor barely resisted turning his ears towards her.

“What was that, dear?” he asked instead.

Charlie looked up, eyes wide and – perhaps guilty? Hm. Curiouser and curiouser, Alastor made a mental note to reteach her the importance of a smile.

“Oh, I just...” she mumbled. “I don’t like the robo-fizzes, is all. They don’t compare, y’know?”

He kindly let the lie pass. If Charlie didn’t wish to repeat herself, it was most likely mean-spirited. Good to see that the girl hadn’t lost her spine during the assault on the hotel, though he would have to work with her on lying successfully. Charlie wearing her heart on her sleeve had been cute, at first, but with the Vees showing interest... no, best not to let it continue.

“Wait,” Husker said. “Ain’t Fizza-whatever the name of your uncle’s boyfriend?”

“Oh, they’re the same person,” Charlie said.

Angel Dust spat out his drink – Alastor quickly covered his own, though he understood the sentiment. Perhaps it was different for hellborn demons? It wouldn’t surprise him that incest was less taboo. It was Hell, after all.

“Your uncle’s fucking your cousin?” Cherri Bomb shouted from the top of the staircase, skipping them altogether by sliding down the rail instead. “Now this I gotta hear!”

“What?” Charlie asked, frowning in confusion. Vaggie whispered something to her; a blush quickly overtook Charlie’s face. “Oh! No, no, it’s not- no. Not like that! My uncle, Mammon-”

Alastor thought he caught a faint undertone of dislike in the way Charlie said her uncle’s name. Interesting; interesting enough to get him fully paying attention again.

“- he adopted Fizz after an... accident at Fizz’s old job, or took custody? I was never really clear on that- anyway, not important! Mammon, he, uh, he was kinda Fizz’s guardian? Father figure? When Fizz was a teenager. We hung out a lot, cause – haha, it’s really hard to make friends when your father is a deadly sin or the king of hell, y’know?”

Charlie didn’t want to talk about this. Thinking about Mammon and Fizz always made her feel... bad. She had missed Fizz so much when Mammon decided to take him away... meeting him again as an adult had been great, even though he was so much older than her now.

“Anyway, we uh. Fell out of contact? When Fizz was old enough to go work for Mammon properly-”

“-wait wait wait,” Angel said, holding his upper hands in a t. “I thought you said Mammon was Fizz’s guardian, not his boss.”

Charlie scratched her forehead, where her horns usually came out. “It’s... a bit of both? The only reason Mammon took custody of Fizz at all was because he won a contest to become Mammon’s next big thing before the accident. Everyone already knew about him, so Mammon couldn’t back out without looking real bad, so he paid for Fizz’s hospital stay-”

“Whoa, hang on, hospital?” Cherri said, knocking back a shot of whatever Husk slid her. “Charlie, man, you’re cuttin’ off half the story!”

Charlie laughed nervously, holding up her hands. “It’s not really – I don’t know what happened, I just know he was in the hospital for a while after an accident at his old circus-”

Alastor cleared his throat. “My dear, if you’re going to lie, you should learn to do it well. You know more than you’re telling us.”

“It’s not – Fizz doesn’t like talking about it, okay?” she said. “I’m not – I’m not gonna talk about it without permission. Please stop asking, guys.”

“But-” Cherri started, only for Niffty to kick her in the shin. “Ow! You little shit, what the fuck was that for?!”

“I want to hear more about the bad boy!” Niffty said, giggling in her way.

“Fizz isn’t really a bad boy-”

“Not him!” Niffty shouted. “Mammon! Tell me more about Mammon!”

It shouldn’t surprise her that Niffty wanted to hear more about Mammon – he really was just... the worst, exactly Niffty’s type, but it did. It also made something heavy settle in her stomach – with even Niffty hanging on to her words, there was no getting out of talking about... everything.

“Can you guys stop cutting Charlie off,” Vaggie snapped, wrapping an arm snugly around her waist. “She doesn’t like talking about this!”

Charlie placed a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder, offering a small smile when Vaggie looked up at her. “It’s okay, Vaggie. They’re just curious,” she said softly. She looked back at the group sat at the bar, sighing. “Though Vaggie’s right. I don’t like talking about this. Can we try to keep our questions until the end? Please?”

Alastor barely reacted, though both Angel and Cherri looked a little contrite. Husk busied himself with wiping down a glass, not looking at her; Niffty couldn’t seem to stop looking at her. About what she expected, honestly. Nobody said anything for a moment – two – before Charlie started talking again,

“Okay. Anyway, where was I? Right, so. Mammon adopted Fizz, probably so he wouldn’t get hurt at the old circus before he could start working for him? Either way, Fizz lived with Mammon and we were friends for a while. We fell out of contact – wait, I’ve already said this, right? Right, okay, hang on.

Fizz started working for Mammon when he was of age, and we fell out of contact. I still make sure to watch all his broadcasted performances, even though we couldn’t see each other, cause Fizz was a really good performer. Anyway, skip... a few years? Six, maybe? And my other uncle, Ozzie, he’s got a new employee that he wants me to meet, so I go down to Lust and it’s – Fizz was there. Fizz was working for Ozzie, had asked about me – Ozzie wanted to know how we knew each other, ‘cause all he really knew was that Fizz was Mammon’s star; he got, uh. Really mad. At Mammon, I mean. It was this whole thing...”

Charlie paused to finally take a breath, rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t really know how Fizz and Ozzie started dating. One day, they were employee and boss – Ozzie had Fizz host at his nightclub, nothing too big – the next Ozzie was “introducing” me to his boyfriend. Er, he didn’t call Fizz that yet, though. Sin of Lust and all, it would... not be great, for him or Fizz, if there were feelings involved. If it got out.”

Husk raised his hand, waiting until she gestured at him to speak. “If it’d be bad for that to get out, why’re you tellin’ us?” he asked.

“Good question!” she said. “It’s uh, a bit of an open secret, now. There’ll be an article every so often, haha, calling Fizz a gold digger or Ozzie a hypocrite... Ozzie doesn’t really care, anymore, and he makes sure Fizz doesn’t see the ones about him... eight years is a long time to spend worrying about that sort of stuff.”

Charlie’s interrupted by her phone chiming in her pocket. She gasped, rushing over to the television and turning it to Greed’s network. “It’s starting, everyone shut up!”

She hopped up onto the couch, crossing her legs as Vaggie came to join her. It was still the pre-show – Charlie tried not to get too angry at the robo-fizz advertisements, instead distracting herself by watching the others come over and find spots to sit as well.

“You guys don’t have to watch,” she said. “It’s okay, I know it’s not for everyone.”

Angel shrugged from his spot leaning against Cherri’s shins. “Eh, you hyped up the guy so much, I wanna see him perform.”

Charlie beamed as even Alastor came over, taking his customary seat in the armchair by the fire. “You guys...” she said. “I love you guys.”

“Sh!” Cherri said. “It’s starting!”

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[furby-organist]

// I saw this post on Twitter and I agree with this person!

Back in my heyday when I was out here churning character analysis a mile a minute, Al/Angel relationship dynamics were something I really really enjoyed exploring. SO much of the fandom was on this weird "Al hates Angel for being a sex worker" "Radiodust is just Angel sexually harassing Al and Al ace panicking" or like every other flavor of acephobia & homophobia, and I felt like it was my calling to break down specifically why this was Bad, and why after the pilot, Alastor & Angel are actually really strategically positioned to be Chaos Friends and help each other grow as people.

I feel partially vindicated because, in six episodes, I don't think Alastor has made a single disparaging remark to Angel over his job. Angel's only sexual comment at Al was in like, the first episode (where Angel was doing horny verbal shitposting at EVERYONE), and was followed by the same "lol no" "ok lol" interaction as the pilot. All their other interactions have been cordial!

But.... I really wish that they had interacted more in the past six episodes! As I've pointed out in past analyses, Angel does not fear Alastor, and Alastor doesn't care that Angel is a famous porn actor. That already makes getting to know each other as People that much easier! As soon as Alastor stepped in the hotel, he was running the show, overwhelming Charlie and clowning on Vaggie -- and Angel was the first person to really throw him off his game! Nice! And Alastor ace panicked and kept it moving, and then defended the hotel against Pentious when Pentious pulled up to continue his beef with Angel. That's not Alastor being icked out by Angel and being like "ew this trashy hoe" like half the fandom was characterizing him as, that's Alastor publicly aligning himself with Angel! Alastor & Angel are both FUNNY and would make such fun chaotic friends lbr!!

I've also talked about how Charlie & Vaggie's approach to rehabilitation doesn't really address the root cause of sinner behavior. It's well-intentioned but naive! I have my reasons to believe that Alastor (and Husk) has a deeper understanding of what causes sinners to do what they do. I think that the amnesty that Charlie shows everyone is good for Angel, and canonically has led to his progress, but I also think Alastor's "inside of every demon is a lost cause" attitude (which, actually, can easily be like "I'm not going to try to change or fix you, come as you are") has it's upside too -- especially as a good foil to Charlie's approach.

Man... radiodusters we are living off CRUMBS

#a ritual in the garden soil (headcanon) #// fine to reblog

[ethereal-feline]

I know everyone's clowning on Lucifer not showing up to the fight until Dazzle dies("sacrificial lamb") and I think I saw like one comment on youtube or reddit suggesting he was "busy" making rubber ducks of the Hotel staff/guests and lost track of time but there's also the deal about Hellborns being spared so what if...

He was very much aware of the army of angels on his daughter's doorstep. He saw the portal open and instead of the Exorcists spreading out they all went in one direction. Imagine him trying to move. Trying to take even one step forward but he's bound to not interfere. He can only watch, seeing Alastor's shield get destroyed in one hit. Seeing a whole warship vanish. Then he feels it. The deal is broken. His daughter has been hurt.

And he hauls ass because Charlie, her girlfriend, and her friends, his people he reminds himself, are in danger and now he can fight for them.

#ether rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel lucifer #If the deal wasn't broken when Dazzle died #Then it was when Adam fought Charlie #No I will not shut up

[xxfabulashxx]

FREND, CAN WE GET RELATIONSHIPS HEADCANONS?

(Any fandom, like at all)

ALL THE FANDOMS

Okay so Alastor and Bill Cipher get along super well but they also don't trust each other in the slightest and will probably end up betraying each other only to go back to being besites right afterwards

Warren has made the decision that he and Spamton are best friends because they're both business men that no one will listen to

The only council member Tony actually likes is Black Hat because all the others annoy him (purposely)

Bendy has reverse adopted every demon he has met (Alastor, Stolas, The Devil from Cuphead)

King Dice and the Dancing Banana have a podcast together and roast people together

Sun reminds Sans of Papyrus a lot since they're both innocent, friendly and energetic so he's somewhat protective over them especially when it comes to certain other characters cough alastorandbill cough

Jevil, Dimentio and Fizzarolli are an awful friend group, they will enable each other into doing bad shit and will go overboard with the pranking

The Onceler really fuckin hates Sans. HE was the original sexyman but somehow this tiny skeleton who sleeps everywhere and drinks ketchup won

Papyrus is friends with EVERYONE, doesn't matter if they feel the same way or not. They are FRIENDS

Tony, Colin and Sketch are polyamorous, I don't make the rules Oh wait YES I DO HAHA

Jevil and Spamton hate each other but they love each other but they hate each other but they love each other

Duck (dhmis) and Daffy are cousins

Queen, Mettaton and Megamind = absolute squad goals

The clowns and the skeletons have a rivalry going on

Popee hates Sun for the one reason of they somewhat look like Papi

Shrignold ships the Onceler with himself, the Onceler does not like this weird pigeon

Lady Dimsjiouhdcos and Slenderman hang out, he's a great listener because he just stands there and never speaks

Lamp and Freddy Krueger get drunk by day and have dream wars by night

#multifandom hoiya #headcanons #dhmis #undertale #deltarune #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #gravity falls

[spitdrunken]

Holyyyyy. ASDFdsjklfmklsdmlf

What you wrote for Lucifer is so damn good, jesus fuck! The way you made everything slot together so perfectly. You couldn't have gotten down his character and the type of dynamic he'd create any better.

I like all his interests and the crafts he knows, the things he keeps making for Reader and how long he's had to work on all these skills. It fits him really well. The promise he made them was also incredibly sweet.

Reader's so real. I'd be freaked out if I ended up in Hell and then start talking to the Devil himself. Cowabummer dude.

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I was honestly worried the entire thing was a bit too 'weird' for most people, not that that would stop me but still LMAO I feel like Lucifer has so many different little 'aspects' to him that you can write all kinds of dynamics about him and characters...

I feel like Lucifer would be the king of DIY, haha! He especially likes to makes toys and stuff like that, and I imagine that he made all of Charlie's toys as she was growing up. He's probably also better at fixing things around the hotel than Alastor (which he's definitely smug about, lmao).

It'd be FUCKING terrifying, wouldn't it???? I personally really had to add the touch of Reader doubting whether this little clown guy really WAS Lucifer because like. He could just be some random, lying guy- He wasn't, though!

Taking this as an excuse to ramble a bit more, but... At the start of the fic, I feel like Lucifer still wouldn't have the highest opinion of sinners. (Which is, initially, why he looks Reader up and down and has a blank expression; assessing whether you are a threat or a daughter or not.) But then you're clearly so lost, distraught, confused and alone in this world entirely unfamiliar to him... And it just pulls at his heartstrings. If you were in Hell any longer than a handful of days, you would know better to expose such a vulnerable side of you so easily, and that's what makes him believe you.

He still remembers what it was like when he fell and, though you may have 'deserved' your trip to Hell, according to Heaven, he had deserved his punishment, too. His feelings are borne out of pity and compassion, evolving from there.

#nw #cha.lucifer

[madefate]

so, like, why clowning ?

some worldbuilding headcanons about imps & clowning ! cw for mentions of classism ( fantasy, but still ) that also borders on racism ( fantasy but STILL and i'm trying not to touch that as much as i can ).

let's get out of the way that viv just seems to really love a good circus theme - like, yeah, okay, it's everywhere. we can understand that as an aesthetic choice, and then dig into why it's interesting and honestly, why it fits! because it does fit.

o1. wow, it's brutal out here.

hell is not kind to imps. it's explicitly in the text of the show that imps are not well respected or privileged within hell, and widely held that they actively hold the position of the bottom of the social ladder. specifically, we know that economically there's very little room for mobility - see, striker's it's rare to see an imp start their own business. we also see the assumptions and prejudice faced outside of wrath, see the waiting room scene in western energy, and striker's monologue about hard lives in the same episode.

entertainment in general is not a vein that is even particularly conducive for imps, just one where they can succeed. the most famous performers that we see in the hellaverse are angel, a mortal sinner, vox and alastor, mortal overlords, verosika, a hellborn succubus, and ozzie and mammon themselves, deadly sins. even the performers at mammon's contest aren't exclusively imps - most of them are just another form of hellborn, and the glam sisters in particular seem to come from envy and have money behind them.

fizz is unequivocally the most famous imp performer, and most famous imp in general, that we see. even in the flashbacks, the buckzo circus was billed as the all imp circus - indicating that it's not a common practice.

given how hard it is to find a foothold in economic and social mobility, it makes sense that the one venue we do see it in, performing, is extremely important.

o2. i've ( don't ) got the magic

thus far, imps and hellhounds are the only beings in hell that we've seen without any access to magic. even sinners are granted some inherent power and we see that increase dramatically if they gain power as an overlord. it is, simply put, hard to stand out in a world where some people can snap their fingers and conjure up the most incredible displays, or even just neatly get the job done.

a lot of the social / economic mobility we see for imps comes from their willingness to put in the work. I.M.P. has access to the living world, which is not unheard of but rare, but they are also willing to hunt down a target and get blood on their hands on behalf of those who can't get to the living world (and we know the other ways to access that living world are rare and expensive). striker also does assassination work - but largely for those who are simply not a position to get the job done themselves.

we explicitly see how hard fizz works to have the station and reputation he does - how much pressure he puts on himself to be perfect. in the flashbacks, we see that blitz & fizz (and barbie presumably) are already performing real shows at the age of five or six, and cash is already putting an enormous amount of pressure on fizz as one of his highest earners and biggest draws. it would be a lot easier to attract attention or create these entertaining displays if you have access to magic - or at least MONEY for a better tent, better costumes, better special effects.

so to succeed as a clown as an imp? you have to be very, very good. the pressure is always on, which leads me to -

o3. you're simply the best

when you're working with a deck that's not nearly as stacked as everyone else's, you have to be on top of your fucking game, no questions. the reason fizzarolli wins that contest every year, the reason why he's the face of mammon's brand, is because he's so utterly charismatic - a real showman. magic and pyrotechnics may get you some fancy spectacle, but there's no replacement for being an absolute fucking delight with a killer joke and banger music and a natural rapport with the crowd.

it's why, even if blitz wasn't as skilled as fizz - or at least TOLD he wasn't - his acrobatic skills are above and beyond. those circus instincts come in handy on a daily basis - he has to be quick thinking, fast on his feet, able to improv and roll with the punches, able to distract someone with patter and banter, and yeah - he needs some Sick Flips.

he holds a little shame that he never really pursued a clowning career, mostly because it was such a fundamental part of his life for the entirety of his formative years. he didn't LOVE it - in fact, he was deeply disillusioned by first his father and then mammon - and it only got worse as he got older, but we see on screen how much the idea of performing can send him into a spiral - and how much it means to him if he succeeds.

when you can hold your own against people you're told are better than you, it means a hell of a lot - it's a source of pride, a way to make a life, and an unwitting tradition among some circles of imps.

#hh tw #( blitz hc. ) #just ! thinking a lot about this !!

[seas-storyarchive]

Apples, Deers and Parental Fears - what if/au

Asher was always teased in Heaven - for his loving of animals with sharp teeth, creation of cats, messing with the "natural order". God let him be called names, always busy. Gabriel couldn't be there, because he had to pick up the slack from Lucifer's banishment. Without Lucifer, Heaven was bleak and didn't take Asher's spiraling health into consideration.

The other angels didn't like Asher. He was too dangerous. They filled God's ears with word of Asher's animals and actions. God was fearful and ashamed of his youngest, there was nothing they could do to fix his mental state. Time to send him away, for a while.

--

Lucifer felt something powerful break through the sky of Hell. Something frightening entered his realm. Time to go look.

Hmm... after a few hours of looking, there was nothing. Save for a small crater and crack in the sky he was repairing. Interesting. Frightening. He hoped that whatever landed down here died quickly.

--

Zestial and Carmilla had been on a walk, the former taking the latter out to help her get some fresh air.

"Well, this has been enjoyable, Zestial. I appreciate you bringing me out of my office to have a break."

"Any time, dear friend." Zestial said with a smile. Even though they were in a domestic partnership, they still called each other friend, because it worked for them. Don't fix what isn't broken, kids.

They felt a shockwave radiate throughout their very souls, and the ground, seeing there was a crater in the street.

Inside it was a.. baby? No, it was a toddler. His hair was blonde, deer ears stuck atop his head, and he had six wings - all of which were broken.

"Oh, oh poor baby." Carmilla went into the crater and picked him up, the boy snuggling into her chest in comfort.

"Heaven must have cast him out." Zestial said, appearing next to his partner, putting a hand on his head. "Poor boy." He looked to Carmilla, smiling. "I see that look-"

"The girls will be excited. They HAVE been asking for a sibling." Guess it was settled.

Zestial laughed as they got out of the crater. "Of course." He looked to the six broken wings. "What should we do about.."

"We set them in casts." Carmilla answered.

"Paba?" The tot looked at Zestial, tears in his eyes, his voice was soft from fear.

"Oh, no worries, my boy." Zestial wiped his eyes, smiling to give the boy comfort. "Papa and Mama will take care of you."

--

They raised the boy, naming him Alastor. Alastor had started to show violent tendencies. Perhaps that was how he got kicked out from Heaven? Tsk, shame upon them for not providing Alastor with proper care and enrichment and boundaries. Turned out? When they found him, he was about one hundred; but due to his grasp on things, he was essentially the mental age of a human toddler - his small size didn't help.

But, the two - and even their daughters - put in the work to help Alastor become a more stable individual. They gave him enrichment, boundaries (while respecting his own), cultivated his interests (yes, even the cannibalism, no question).. Looking at Alastor now, you'd never know from the outside.

The only outside mark of his arrival, was the monocle he wore on his right eye - it was unfocused, and Odette was the one to suggest the monocle after Alastor broke the fifth pair of glasses within a month. And it worked, Alastor liked it.

He was now tall, as tall as Zestial himself. A proper gentleman. A handsome man, in his own right. His blonde hair became as red as blood over time, a wonderful shade to match his eyes, his once pale skin becoming the color of brimstone and he lost his cheek dots - good, he no longer resembled that circus clown King Lucifer.

--

Cut to present.

Alastor was in the hotel, and God himself - in a robe, his head made of a wheel of gold with a ton of eyes - was there. Glaring at him and him alone.

"Asher, come!" God's words were not warm, bit blazing hot in outrage. "We have MUCH to discuss."

"What?!" Lucifer looked from Alastor to Gabriel. "There's no way this fucking freak is sweet little Ashy!"

"Oh no, he is." Gabe sounded tired. "Father and the others exiled him to Hell so that he could be more.. mentally stable."

"What!?"

"We had no resources up there at the time!" Gabriel looked ashamed, sounding like he was about to cry, "and-"

"Mother! Papa!" What was he supposed to do? His staff was broken, his room - his safe space - was gone, none of his boundaries were being respected, his abusers (Gabriel, while not doing anything to actively harm him, he did nothing to stop it) were standing in front of him and.. what would you do?

"What does-"

The door was spinning wildly, a green smoke filled the room, and Zestial walked in. With Carmilla and their daughters.

Carmilla rushed to her son first, holding his face in her hands, softly hushing him.

"Alastor! Whatever is.. oh." Zestial had instantly glared at God as he walked over to Alastor with his daughters. "This wretch."

"Who might you be?" God asked Zestial, glaring at him as the demon stood before his (not this wretched demon's) son. "What have you done to Asher?"

"Alastor! My name is Alastor!" Said deer was roaring, having a mental breakdown and his words devolving into a fit of noises.

Carmilla hummed softly, running her thumbs across his cheeks. "My precious boy."

"How .. old is he?" Angel asked, now worried about Alastor's mental health - he had a few cannibal friends from Cannibal Town who acted like that.

"He's roughly several hundred, I don't want to get into the exact age." Carmilla then kissed between Alastor's eyes, to soothe him, whispering to him, "easy, darling. You did NOTHING wrong."

Well, Angel's question was answered.

"Gabe." Lucifer looked to his twin. "What exactly happened?"

"He made dangerous animals and messed with the natural order," it was God who answered, "but it seems he has grown out of most of his.. ticks." He said that last word in.. disgust. "Now, Asher, come back home."

Alastor had an immediate reaction of making a distressed noise and shuffling away and then back to Carmilla in a set of confused, frightening motions before gripping onto her like a lifeline.

Angel stepped forwards, drawing his tommy gun - hearing two other gun hammers click, ah! Clara and Odette had one each too, sweet! - glaring.

"Yous ain't takin' him nowhere." Angel said, seeing Husk with Niffty on his shoulder step forwards too from the corner of his eye, glaring at God himself. "Yous nothin' more than an abus've father who can' take dhose ah his kids dhat are differen'. So go fuck ya'self up on that ninth cloud ah yours." Charlie and Vaggie stepped forwards too - God or not, he was Alastor's tormentor. This was a question of belief of their dream vs the experience of a friend.

"You low life-"

Zestial calmly tsk'd. "A true father wouldn't yell at the friends of his son who support him - especially when he is the grandfather to one of them. No wonder he was so quick to call me his Papa. He knows a Respectable Man when he sees one."

God looked to Zestial, his eyes glaring, "oh?"

"Carmilla, let us get our boy home. This hotel is no longer a safe place for him whilst it plays host to.. unsavory characters." Zestial said, opening his coat and revealing a way to apocket dimension that contained a bayou.

Alastor made a noise into his mother's shoulder before she helped him into the coat, curling on the grass within before Zestial closed him in for a while.

"He wants you to come with us." Carmilla said to Vaggie.

"Me? Why?" Vaggie asked, confused.

"Mother adopted you," Odette said as she and Clara hugged her - only to both put angel daggers to where Vaggie's wings touched her back, whispering, "play along." To Vaggie and everyone.

"Or don't." Clara offered, whispering as well, grinning. "Your choice." The two let go of Vaggie and hid their knives.

The angel turned to the others. "Charlie! I'll be going with my family today, if you don't mind postponing counting the books until tomorrow." Vaggie had begun in fear, before frowning and saying in a calm and even tone. "Family stuff, ya know?" Better to deal with Al and his mental state than deal with Adam and whatever the fuck was going on with him.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah. Just.. let him know we're here for him. For all of you."

"Oh! Give him this!" Niffty passed Odette a crown made of sticks and bugs.

Clara smiled, looking from the crown to the small cyclops. "How did you know he likes to wear dead roaches?"

"He does?" Niffty was excited. "I'll make him roach cufflinks too! The King of Roaches must look his best!"

Carmilla nodded with a smile. "We should put you in touch with his little dress making cannibal friend, see if we can't have a family outfit with bugs." Anything to help Alastor find comfort, after all.

"As.. interesting as that is." Lucifer cut in, looking nervous. "Is.. there anything we- I can do?" He.. had accepted he'd lost Asher- Alastor- as his brother. But, maybe they could start again, as friends.

"Fix his staff." Odette all but demanded, gesturing to the broken staff on the chair. "His safe space can't be made without it. The radio tower isn't enough." How he broke what she made for him? Didn't matter. Fix it or die, slowly and painfully.

"Will do." Lucifer said, giving a salute.

"Good." Odette nodded.

"You can't just-"

"Father." Gabriel was tired. He was upset. Asher.. wasn't Asher anymore. "Let him go. Asher is gone." A tear rolled down his cheek. "All.. all we can do now, is move forward in his memory, make sure no one on high suffers like we let him-"

"Gabriel! I.. I won't." God sounded desperate. He hated his youngest, back then. And wanted him back.

"It's over. Let.. Alastor have peace." Lucifer said, speaking the name his brother had chosen. He turned to Zestial. "Go. Now."

Zestial nodded, taking his family away in a cloud of green smoke.

"I tried! I gave him the Arctic! I gave him what the mortals call Florida! Two toy boxes! Let him keep his crocodiles and alligators! Cats!" God shook. "I.." He felt the foundations of Heaven shaking with his grief. And he.. he forced himself to accept this, for the sake of heaven, hell, his sons.. he looked to where Zestial and his family had stood before the man took them away. Lost, scared, sad, angry. And then he left.

Gabriel looked to Lucifer. "If.. if either of you need anything from us, call me and.." he hugged his twin with a sob before leaving.

--

The hotel was thick with tension after that. Lucifer had fixed Alastor's staff, putting it back on the chair where it had been sitting.

"So.." Angel looked at Husk.

"No, I didn't know." Husk said, making sure the bar was stocked with rye. "His fits? Yeah. But him being a son of God, no."

"Dad?"

Everyone looked to Lucifer. Lucifer was quiet, looking at his hat.

"An apple.. this apple, and all that grew from it's seeds, was the first thing Alastor created." Lucifer sniffed, starting to cry.

"He'd been created for not even 24 hours, and got upset at Michael and I for fighting, so he took this apple and threw it at us- it bounced off of Michael and hit me afterwards.. I tried to give it back afterwards, but he said it was too sweet and gross and it fit me better. So I asked him for more- oh he was so excited. He made so many, yhe tastes were all unique, the shapes were immaculate, the colors - red ones were always his favorite.." the fallen angel started crying.

Everyone was quiet, watching. Oh, this was pitiful. But also sweet. Something to lean back on. That Lucifer had and shared.

--

At the Carmine residence.

Alastor had spent time in his safe space, and deemed it enough to eventually come out. Covered in grass and cat tails and dirt, smelling of outdoors despite being in his room.

"Don't touch him, Vaggie." Clara said gently, stopping her sister from going to Alastor. "Let him come to you."

It seemed Odette was his chosen sibling, he sat as close to her as he could without touching her. Odette smiled, having missed the smell of her brother's room and the comfort being around him gave. He was, by all counts, technically older. But these fits, they were a stunt to his growth - why Heaven had cast him out - and an embarrassment to the man. But, around his family? There was nothing to be ashamed of. Even the newest addition of Vaggie didn't deter him from being himself at home.

And Vaggie, found comfort in that. She had been skeptical, hated Alastor to his core. But now? She felt sympathy. And would protect him. Because that was what family does. They protect each other.

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So, Vaggie, how are things going on your end? Seems like you've got yourself in a pretty complicated mess, just given the people you have to deal with. Alastor, Vox, Adam....

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

It takes Vaggie a great deal of self-control not to groan out loud at the question. She knows that she has brought this upon herself. Heavens, she was the one to start that mess, even if it wasn't her intention at all. But that doesn't mean that she appreciates people rubbing it in so merrily.

"I'm doing juuuust peachy! Everything's great and totally under control, going according to plans," She answers, voice thick with sarcasm. "Can't you see it from my happy face?"

Her expression is already usually anything but cheerful, unless she's around Charlie, but these days it looks like someone is constantly screaming an annoying song in her ears.

"I know that this wouldn't have been easy. You said it, just look at who is involved. But...it wasn't supposed to be this fucking complicated and irritating either."

Perhaps Asmodeus is right, she should have expected things to go sideways and get messed up. She is in Hell, after all. Being tormented comes with living down there.

"Vox is...insufferable. He should have just taken the bait and gotten distracted by Alastor, but nooo, his stupid ego had to get in the way and be an even bigger pain in my ass!" She hissed out in a heated tone that, however, held more exasperate than actual anger. "I know that he won't hold up his hand of the deal, if he loses, and he has to know that I know."

There is the chance that the Overlord doesn't, but she is refusing to believe he can think that she's that naive.

"So why the hell does he have to try so hard?! I'm even doing him a favour, lots of not-hostile time with his fetish crush. He should be thanking me, that clown!"

The next time they are face to face, she is going to spear him. Unless it's one of their drunk outings, the one they agreed that officially never happened. That's a time of truce between them.

"Then there's Adam and he's..." Her voice trails off for a moment. "He's an ass, too full of himself to see what's happening around him. He's delusional, thinking that he can just sit in his fancy room and ignore all the strings attached. The idiot can't take care of himself."

There are many other complicated feelings ongoing there, but she refuses to mention it. That's something for her to know. Exclusively. And, maybe, if she doesn't acknowledge them, they will eventually go away.

"We've been comrades-in-arms for years. We're both angels...well, technically he isn't anymore, but that's not the point. He's my kin. And I have to prove I'm a better person than he'll ever be."

She looks away, obviously uncomfortable, but she quickly shakes off the feeling and lets her animosity come back.

"And don't even get me started on Alastor! He had one job, making a deal, which is his thing and instead he...I don't even know what he's doing anymore!" She throws her hands in the air. "Distracting Vox was a good idea, I agree with him on that, but now everything is...weird. He won't tell me what the problem is and I keep getting mixed signals about the whole situation."

It's enough to give her a deer-shaped headache.

"Oh, and this morning he invited me over to his room for breakfast and asked me if modern people," she air-quotes the words, "still go out dancing for fun. What the fuck? He's planning something and, again, he won't tell me what. I'm so done with him. I should have never asked for his help."

With a dragged groan, she collapses on the sofa.

"So yeah, everyone is well and under control. I can handle this. Somehow."

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#[ ic :: anon asks ] #[ ic :: Vaggie ] #holoharbinger #creationtainted #[[ she's on the verge of a breakdown xD ]] #[[ she normally wouldn't be this talkative but ]] #[[ she really needed to let all that out ]] #[[ also pls notice how her expression changes as she talks about the three of them x3 ]] #[[ Vox 🤬 Adam 😣 Alastor 😤 ]]