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cepheusgalaxy · 14 days

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Wish more people understood the difference between "shipping this aro character because i want to explore their aromanticism and where they stand in the spectrum" and "shipping this aro character because i don't care about their orientation".

#this doesn't go just for alastor #im talking general #rambles #aro #aromantic #aspec #rep #erasure #representation #fandom #aroace #aroallo

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diseaseriddencube · 3 months

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normal people: alastor is aggressive with lucifer because he's actually under the control of lilith and needs to keep him away/help charlie or sth

me: alastor is aggressive with lucifer because he saw someone with two ounces more power than him, someone who could help charlie more than he has and show him up as worthless, and he Is Not Having Any Of That anyways do you wanna hear my npd headcanons and why he is actually me and

#rave ramblees #hazbin hotel #i'm aware the first theory is probably correct lore-wise #but character-wise #it kinda is just..alastor..to hate anyone who could potentially look better than him #and i think he just likes to fuck with people honestly 😍#like no you fucking idiots he doesn't have a father/daughter relationship with charlie out of nowhere #he's just acting like that to piss lucifer off #for the funsies #he's so me 😍#like yes petty boy go #be petty and don't let anyone be superior to you you absolute KING #make that man feel SHAME for being an absent father YES!!!!#so YOU can be the good 'father' here #ugh i love him

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brainylittledumpsterfire · 18 days

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If you're going to ship Alastor, just do it.

I'm AroAce, and honestly I'd prefer if you wouldn't, but it's not my job to police you. so just do it.

Don't sit here and feed me an essay on how Aromanticism is a spectrum. Don't try and convince me he's "Just Ace, not Aro" because the marketing team and the subtext of the show has made his identity, abundantly clear..

Just do it. If you're going to, just get on with it.

Because it's honestly so much more insulting to hear someone treat my sexuality like some horrible cock block that ruins their day than it is for them to just do what they're inevitably going to and leaving me the hell out of it.

I know my tone here is a bit harsh, but I mean this genuinely. Do it. Go ahead. Just leave me alone.

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in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene · 3 months

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Husk having once been an Overlord makes so much sense when you look at his character design. The Overlords are the sinners who own the most souls. They also have visual theming that communicates what their entire "deal" is. Carmilla is made of steel and points and she sells weapons. Valentino looks like a pimp and works in the porn industry. Alastor is a radio host. Presumably their jobs and specialties (or simple conquest) is also where they get most of the souls they own, like Valentino with Angel Dust.

But there's a gap in the line-up. Gambling. There's no Overlord with an obvious gambling motif like Husk has. Out of all the exploitative industries where people could end up signing their very souls away, gambling seems like the most obvious. So as the only character who looks like they could be running a bunch of casinos where people go so broke they end up betting their souls, which Hell has to have, it fits Husk very well.

#hazbin hotel #though the real question is why there hasn't been another Overlord coming from the gambling industry #since there has to be a lot of souls up for grabs there. or maybe there just isn't a single person with the monopoly Husk once had yet #with all those souls split between several different people so none have enough to qualify as an Overlord #and I have no doubt the people gambling their souls are trapped in contracts WAY more encompassing than Angel Dust's #or other soul contracts which seem to operate more like really binding and exploitative work contracts that people get tricked into #since someone desperate enough to gamble their soul is probably just going 'you win you own my soul' and no other stipulations #which also might explain my Alastor's contract on Husk seems so much more binding since Husk lost it gambling #also idk the cat-with-wings + card-and-roulette motif design doesn't quite fit bartender. but predatory casino owner? it's very good

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allastoredeer · 21 days

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Interesting Headcanon for you:

I think Alastor's bayou acts a lot like Rose's room from Steven Universe. In that it can simulate just about anything Alastor wants and he sometimes uses it to re-live specific memories.

He realized early on in his discovery of this power that it was all illusory. He has only ever recreated his mother's voice when he remembers her, because he can't picture her face the same way after a century in Hell and he doesn't want to risk reinforcing an incorrect idea of her.

When he's re-living his memories of her she's always "just out of sight" or "in another room" to justify it to himself.

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) why would you do this to me

#he doesn't want to reinforce an incorrect idea of her 🥲#he can't remember her voice 🥲#she always just outside of sight 🥲#like she's in another room 🥲#but he can never go to hurt 🥲#thanks for the heartbreak valleymermaid #that ain't ever leaving #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #alastors mother #asks #mermaid-of-the-valley

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snezario · 2 months

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Sub-Optimal; Ala/stor & Vo/x

based from an idea that @sneezingfetishftw posted. I kind of want to expand on that beginning part with a prequel ficlet of Alastor being sick but idk if I'll actually get around to it... I think this is the longest one-shot I've ever written... somehow this turned out to be 1.7k words?

Alastor leans against the headboard of his bed and takes a sip from his mug, grimacing as the hot liquid travels down his throat. Coffee was probably not the best choice right now. The warmth of it was nice against his sore throat. Of course that wasn’t the only unfortunate telltale symptom of illness he had awoken with a couple days ago.

He had been pretty good at hiding the whole illness thing under wraps for the first half of the day, that is until he had to sneeze. Usually he was good at stifling them into oblivion, but this particular cold seemed hellbent on disrupting his ability to control his faculties. The first unstifled sneeze caused all the lights in the hotel to flicker, which wouldn’t have caught much of anyone else’s attention. It was the second, third, and fourth ones that well, almost destroyed it.

It was after that whole fiasco that he was banished to quarantine in his room because according to Vaggie Who the fuck knows what other chaos his sickness will wreak havoc on the hotel? Normally he’d be holed up in his radio tower, but his quarters within the hotel are not half bad. Hence, him still being in bed to begin with. A sharp prickle in his nose reminds him how miserable being sick makes one feel.

hih'ZZSSHHhue!

He tries to keep it contained, lest he face Vaggie’s wrath. Not that she’s much of a threat to him really. As Alastor recovers, he’s interrupted by a loud BANG! His bedroom door swings open to reveal Vox standing dead center in the door frame. Alastor rolls his eyes at the other Overlord.

“Do you mind?”

Vox ignores Alastor’s question and breezes past the threshold, plopping himself on a red armchair by the fireplace.

“I was just passing through the area and a little birdy told me you were feeling a bit… under the weather.” He scrolls on his phone as he speaks, although the wide grin on his screen makes it obvious how much he’s relishing this moment. Alastor narrows his eyes, an unlikely story— Vox would never pass up the chance to taunt him, especially in a case like this.

“Well, I’m not quite on my deathbed as you can see. I didn’t realize that you missed little old me so much that you just had to come by and visit. It is flattering that you stopped by, in any case.”

Despite how awful he’s feeling, Alastor flashes Vox a cheeky grin, knowing full well just how to push the other demon’s buttons. The entertainment value of seeing Vox absolutely lose his cool is almost limitless. Although the pesky tickle is urgently becoming more than a mere annoyance. Alastor would much rather listen to Pentious’s Egg Bois spew nonsense to him for hours on end than be seen like this. Vulnerable and weak, in front of Vox no less. But it’s not something he can avoid at the moment.

Vox wasn’t someone who shied away from physical contact. He never denied himself the opportunity to encroach on someone’s personal space when he saw fit, it was mostly a tactic he employed to assert dominance or to emphasize a point. Or in this case, threaten his rival. Leaping off the chair, he’s in the radio demon’s face in a heartbeat, clenching the collar of Alastor’s pajamas in his hand.

“You arrogant prick, you think that I give a flying FUCK where you’ve been—”

Vox pauses when Alastor inhales sharply, no doubt to make a scathing retort. The radio demon raises a fist to his face and angles himself away from the other Overlord.

hhzh—hhh’ZTCHhiew! hih! ihĨ̴̢̛̘̠̪͍̠̣̪̪͗͒̓̃̎̀̓̕͜Z̵̪̝̱̪̘̺̣̗̘̍Z̷̡̜͔̱͖͉̰̭̽̽̎̆̿̉͝͝T̴̨̧̼̫̜̤͈̖̬͈̈́̄̒̓̾̀̎͠͝S̷̨̱̭͚̬̻̬͐̑̐̏͆͝ͅḨ̵̣͍͈͙͈̝̜͑̓͋̉͊͛̀̑̚H̵̤̯͔̱̓̎̈͘̚̕uu!

The space around them crackles with Eldritch energy, tendrils of which encompass the room. Vox’s screen glitches and completely shuts off.

“What the actual fuck?” The lights flicker back on and Vox’s screen illuminates again. He gives in to a full body shudder (not of his own accord though) as the static shock between them fizzles out. He jumps back from Alastor, his eye spiraling intensely. Alastor sniffles into a plain cloth handkerchief.

“Oh dear, pardon me. I’m not quite in control of my faculties at the moment.”

“I hope you fucking choke on your own mucus,” Vox snarls at him before storming out of Alastor’s room.

It’s humiliating but because the hotel has Alastor as its facilities manager, there is very little modern technology at Vox’s disposal. Meaning, he has to walk… out the front door like a common sinner. The hotel is located quite a bit away from the main hubbub of Pentagram City, which is both a blessing and a curse, depending on who you talk to. Vox makes his way to the edge of the city, a chaotic and desolate area and at the first sight of a screen (an old television set sitting in the window of a dilapidated pawn shop), he transforms into electricity and travels back to the Vees’ penthouse.

What kind of weird voodoo magic did the smiling freak do to me? Vox sits alone in his penthouse suite, glaring at nothing in particular as his eye dilates as he fumes about the outcome of his interaction with Alastor. One day, that pompous bastard would find something more than coffee in that stupid mug of his.

He idly rubs a hand down his screen as a fleeting fuzzy sensation runs through the circuitry in his head, almost like an itch he can’t quite reach. He proceeds to take a long sip from his mug, the coffee in it is only lukewarm but it’s the caffeine boost he wants anyways. Vox is feeling more drained from engaging with Alastor than he thought. It’s not entirely out of the question, but it does surprise him a little. Nothing a little caffeine wouldn’t fix. He downs the rest of the drink and settles into the sofa, turning the plasma screen television screen across from him on with a simple thought. The ambient sound immediately soothes him and the incident with Alastor floats into his memory archives to be forgotten.

An hour passes and Vox is sleepily scrolling on his phone. He could nod off right there. That is until a buzzing in his head catches his attention. It almost feels like tiny feathers caressing his internal wiring, not so much caressing as tickling. Similar to before, he can’t seem to reach it and quell the sensation. But unlike before, it’s not just a momentary annoyance. His deliberation is interrupted when his breath hitches once, then twice before he pitches forward.

“ih…ih'DZZSHHH!”

He blinks in confusion. That’s it? He just had to fucking sneeze? Again, he finds his thoughts disrupted by a familiar sensation. Vox tries to rub the tickle away but given his… specifications he realizes he doesn’t even have a nose to—eh'TZZSSHIEW! hih’IZZSHuhh!

What the fuck is happening? He sniffles. Ugh, gross.

Between the sneezing, the developing tension headache, and the exhaustion it feels like—Vox’s screen lights up as it dawns on him. He fucking has Alastor’s cold. That motherfucker. His blood pressure skyrockets and sparks shoot off his frame, threatening to short out the electronics in the room (of which there are many). Before he knows it, he’s already electro-teleporting across the pentagram to confront the radio demon.

“ALASTOR, you pretentious manipulative fucking son-of-a—”

Although Alastor can’t determine the actual content of Vox’s plethora of insults and cursing, they do steadily increase volume as he approaches Alastor’s room.

“Hmm?” Alastor turns his head as Vox barges into his room for the second time that day. He is sitting in one of the red armchairs by the fireplace, with a book in his grasp. He wears his deceptively inviting smile as always, although it is slightly dulled down by his current illness. Vox breathing is heavy and ragged, his rage undeterred by Alastor’s placid expression actually seems to intensify as he stands face-to-face from his rival.

“YOU… you did this to me!” He jabs a finger in the radio demon’s face, mere centimeters away from stabbing him in the eye. Alastor calmly pushes Vox’s hand down.

“Careful now, unless you want to cause another city-wide blackout.” Alastor teasingly reminds him of their previous on-air encounter.

“Whatever stunt you phhhulled this m-morhhn—” Vox’s voice falters, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He sharply turns away as he succumbs to the persistent itch.

“hh—hHEHh’IZZSH! Fuh—hih…h’KSHHHIiiue! ih’Z̷͖̥̩͕͒́ͅZ̷̩̲̯̠̺̘̟̆̕T̴̛͔͆̒͌̄̚͘Ć̷̘̒̌͐͝͠H̶̥̦͖̰͙͙͙̩̠̋͛ͅH̶͍͕̪̙̦͎́́̋͝uu! ”

The lights pulsate with each sneeze from the television demon. Vox groans, leaning against the wall. That last one hurt like a bitch.

“Oho! I see the problem. Apologies, old pal. Snf! I thought someone so advanced as yourself would be immune to such trivialities.” Despite his flippant tone, Alastor is genuinely surprised. He wasn’t actually certain the static shock would have affected Vox when he did it. He is, however, quite entertained by the development.

Before Vox can respond, Vaggie throws the bedroom door open.

“Alastor, what the fuck are you even doing? I thought we told you to—” The ex-exorcist jabs her spear in his direction and is about to go off on him when she notices Vox is slumped against the wall. Spinning her spear, she redirects the point towards him. “What’s he doing here?”

“Oh him? He’s no threat, at least not in his current condition,” Alastor makes a dismissive motion with his hand, a mischievous smile on his lips. Vaggie scowls at him, her hands crossed over her chest. Her gaze flits between Alastor and Vox.

“What did you do—Actually, wait I don’t want to know. Just… stop fucking with the lights.” She swiftly turns around and shuts the door behind her. Still smiling, Alastor turns his attention towards Vox, who’s looking quite pathetic. Well, more so than usual.

“You hear that, my dear Vox? Get a hold of yourself. Now if you’ll exhhcuse me I hh-have— (dang it, now it’s his turn) hh’iZTSHHuu! eh’D̴͚̼̊̂̒Z̵̳̥̈́̀̐͊̃̊̄͘̚Z̵̻͓̖̪̤͊͒̄̓͗́̂͑͜͝͝S̵̼̖͌̔̚HHHiew!” Unfortunate timing, but can’t be helped, Alastor thinks. He scrubs a finger under his nose and proceeds to pore over his book.

Vox narrows his eyes, adjusts his bowtie, and stands up. Vox glares daggers at Alastor, who appears to be ignoring him now. As he heads to the door, he feels an unfortunately familiar prickle at the back of his screen. NO! Not aga— heh’DZZSHHuh! Fuck. He catches Alastor smirking in his periphery.

“Gesundheit!” The radio demon calls out after Vox’s retreating figure.

#hazbinhyperfixation #fiendwriting #also new HC unlocked: alastor’s abilities going haywire when he doesn't stifle #barely proofread tbh so apologizes for any issues with grammar and the like #anyways here's so more audiovisual demons #the title is cheesy i'm sorry!!!#i recently realized that all my old fics don't have any titles so they're all like untitled 1 or untitled 6 #here i go just another fucking day where i throw out fics into the abyss #heyheyhey fuck my life #i hope the glitch text shows up okay...

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cheeseanonioncrisps · 2 months

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Spot the difference:

Alastor's expression when listening to his business partner the Princess of Hell vent about her relationship problems:

Versus Alastor's expression when fielding questions about his ears from a group of barely sapient eggs:

#i just find the parallels between these scenes #so fucking funny #alastor 100% thinks of charlie as being like…#a more advanced egg boi #too potentially useful to kill #and cute and niave enough to be worth indulging a bit #so long as it doesn't inconvenience him #but he's not going to care about her problems #hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #egg bois

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gumm1defloor · 2 months

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I think somewhere down the line the subject of facade gets brought up and Vox is just rambling without really checking if Val is listening (because let's be honest he probably isn't): Alastor is always the burning question behind most of what Vox says. And Vox almost kills Val in that moment when he laughs at how similar they sound. "They're scared of him because they don't know him Vox, no one does, that's his shtick. " " People know every single little inch of me, and they can't do nonthin about it."

#to be clear I don't think anybody in hell currently is “scared” of Vox #because Vox and Al promote distinctly different images to the masses they control #but the general point still stands I hope #and Val has a mask as well btw but I've already said what I've said about how Valentino controls ppl and until proven other wise by cannon #it's just going to sit there collecting dust with all it's poorly worded glory #Also Val doesn't say Vox is scared of Al for the aforementioned reason because he thinks it's the exact same with Vox's affections.#and there is a line that you don't tend to cross when you're trying to trap someone in their own lie #hazbin hotel shitposts #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel valentino

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the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes · 8 days

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Comment on The Demon of a Thousand Eyes Chapter 10

Does Theia always dream though surrounding eyes? Or is it drunk behavior only?

Good Question! Here's what Theia has to say, "View to being too drunk, I find myself looking in on myself through the eyes around me when I pass out. It's a curse, honestly. I'll never be stared knowing what crazy antics I end up doing. Sometimes I dream, but I thought it was just my imagination, not through the eyes. ...WAIT, was that whole thing with Carmilla Carmine killing an exorcist REAL?!"

(All moments of realization on Tumblr do not count or affect the events taking place in The Demon of a Thousand Eyes though these realizations will occur at a later time and are deemed useful but since this part of the story takes place as part of canon is not considered spoilers, this has been a disclaimer brought to you by Theia's conduit and author. To further clarify she will discover this during the canon plot referred to as "Scrambled Eggs" upon discovering that an exorcist can be killed when she looks in on the overlord meeting.)

#demon of a thousand eyes #hazbin hotel fanfiction #the demon of a thousand eyes #hazbin hotel oc #theia #vox x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #eye #eyes #taking canon and smashing it with a hammer #it doesn't break but it does shatter #there are so many fun choices I'm going to make the longer we get into canon I'm so excited yall this is just the beginning

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vanaglcria · 2 months

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@diistortion : ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ - for whichever muse you are feeling, let's goooo

"...tempting. But no."

It was, perhaps, not nearly as tempting as it would have been only a few months prior. Don't get it twisted, Vaggie doesn't fucking like Alastor. She doesn't trust him as far as she could throw him... but Charlie does. And beyond even that, Charlie'd made some sort of deal with him : while she's still not entirely certain how it would work, she can't imagine that having Alastor die would turn out for the better. For anyone.

The iron grip she has on her spear tightens briefly, before the weapon is turned away from Alastor's chest to the ground, embedded in the dirt.

"I think by now you've proven that you're... at least willing to put your power where your mouth is. With the hotel." He'd been injured for it, after all. It would've been understandable if he'd crawled back into whatever hole he'd disappeared into, following everything. But he hadn't. He'd come back. That had to count for... something, right?

Don't make me regret this.

"And besides : if I killed you now, wouldn't that just make me exactly what you want me to be?" A smirk, a little too sharp, "I'm not that girl."

200 random dialogue prompts

#✦ —— 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 : diistortion #✦ —— 𝑽𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑬 : ic #/ FUN FACT i wrote two versions of this (carmilla and vaggie)#/ but i had to go with vaggie because i just live for their begrudging relationship #/ she doesn't ~hate~ alastor but she sure as shit doesn't trust him

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concubuck · 2 years

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I'd like you to come try to berate me at the hellbucks on Wraiths st. I want to teach you a lesson on respect, right by the big windows so everyone can see how much you enjoy getting put in your place.

... Ah.

Oh, sure, I can be there in a few minutes. And have my drink ready for me when I arrive, I'd like a venti bubble blowout latte—off the secret menu, I'm sure you know it—but make it with one-half fat-free milk, one-third soy milk, one-sixth almond milk, one-twelfth coconut milk, and one-twelfth whole fat milk—two decaf, and six—no—make it twelve espresso shots, plus four smoked butterscotch sauce at the bottom not mixed in, light cinnamon powder on top, sugar free, no foam, extra hot—and if you make it wrong I'll be very cross, and if you make it right and I don't like it I'll be even more cross.

I'll see you soon~!

#((listen. I'm not a coffee drinker. when i go to starbucks i ask for a medium chai latte and sometimes i forget to say grande.))#((so i apologize if this bullshit complicated order is at any point unintelligible but if it is please pretend Alastor did it on purpose))#((i know that the milk fractions add up to more than 100%.))#((i COULD have just gone the route of a bazillion different syrup pumps but even for Alastor pretending to be a Karen that didn't feel IC))#((he just doesn't like syrups and sauces! He was stretching outside his comfort zone to add butterscotch))#anonymous #ask #on air and online (broadcasting)

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