Alastor | ⚘❇☄

A small introduction post to this,, blog..? That's how you shoelace steelers call it, isn't it.

I'm Alastor [Last Name Redacted], a fictive of the Waonderers of the Storyversum, sourced from Alastor the Radio Demon hailing from the Hazbin Hotel show. Pronouns he/she/any.

I am a PERSON, not a character, so I am expecting everyone to be interacting with me accordingly.

That being said, I have been inflicted by sheer insufferable boredom, which leads me to the reason for this blog's creation - Human Interaction!!

Humans are quite curious and creative, after all, and so

THIS IS ACTUALLY AN ASK BLOG!! !yippee!

Any respectful questions or interactions are dearly welcomed!

I shall be responding in what could be seen as "in character" - my answers stemming from my exomemories and source.

Languages to use for asking: English, Czech, Slovak

Languages I'll use for answering: English for English, Slovak for Czech or Slovak

!! The fact that I am an actual real person and not the canon character still stands (for example - I am not "wrong" or "incorrect" if my memories or behaviours aren't canon compliant).

Obviously, any hate, bigotry, disrespect and other brutish behaviours shall NOT be tolerated. You will be blocked.

As this is blog is strongly Hazbin Hotel related,

The headcanons in this fanfiction are canon in what I have been refering to as "my universe". (Maybe will start calling it Our Paradise AU, but unsure as of writing this post.)

List of other people who may interact through this blog:

- Azrael (he/it/they) - our AU of Azrael!Alastor variated from Kame630's Azrael!Alastor AU Radio of Death

- Vox / Vinnie (he/it) - the Vox from my universe, do NOT call him Vincent

- Emily (she/it) - the Emily from my universe

- Luciel (he/any) - the Lucifer from my universe

- Alastair (he/it) - our AU of Winner!Alastor variated from Kame630's Winner!Alastor AU Heavenly Radio Host

- Azarel (he/it/they) - another our AU of Azrael!Alastor variated from Kame630's Azrael!Alastor AU Radio of Death, this one never became Alastor

- Roathe (he/it) - a sinner from faraway future that somehow showed up in my time and space, a fair warning - he's a posh asshole

Archangels:

- Michael - purity and religion trauma the guy

- Gabriel - professional gay annoyance

- Raphael - a nice fella, overworked, overstressed, will bite

- Uriel Knafayimel - trans, cloud, full of whimsy, collects wings

- Jophiel - identity issues due to being created as a replacement for Uriel, sad little meow meow

- Raziel - not-fallen fallen angel who knows too much for his own good

- Kamael - angel of love, bets were taken if he'll get kicked out of Heaven any time soon, created as a partial replacement for Helel/Lucifer

- Sealtiel - angel of music, will make you snacks

- Barachiel - angel of blessings, is into magical girl stories (especially Winx Club)

- Raguel - born to be a sheep shepherd forced to be a cop, miserable about it

(others will be added eventually)

I did want to give everyone a different colour, but Tumblr is quite limited in that department.

Will have to do with tags.

They are also PEOPLE so the clause I wrote in my introduction post also applies to all of them.

GORGEOUS GIRLS IN MY AREA???

I followed this lil dude around for like ten minutes. Probably the most beautiful polychaete I’ve ever seen

You learn really quickly that not only do fish have individual personalities and emotions but they also have memories and recognize people! There are certain fish who will only come out for me and hide for everyone else. The pufferfish spits at me because she gets pissy that I haven't fed her. The flowerhorn bites everyone but me and my coworker when we clean his tank. I trained a fire eel to come up and eat directly out of my hand.

(Well, invertebrates use octopamine instead of noradrenaline, but supposedly that is very similar.)

And by almost the entire tree of life I do mean all of us: mammals, fish, bugs, jellyfish, POSSIBLY sponges (it is a little unclear if someone checked)

All, that is, except ctenophores.

Also known as 'a swimming string of led lights wrapped in a plastic bag'.

Completely different neurochemistry.

Velvette: Hey, I got some adderall. Who wants some for tonight? Vox: Nah, I'm fine Velvette: Since when do you not want an upper? Valentino: It's because it does nothing for Vox. He just gets really fucking boring Vox: Hey, fuck you. Velvette: What do you mean it does nothing for you? Vox: I mean that I don't get high. It just doesn't fucking work. Honestly, I tend to just answer my emails if I have any. Velvette:

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"Should I? Perhaps. Will I? No.~ Do I enjoy being difficult?" he gives her a wider smile, "I think you're smart enough to figure that one out on your own."

"Yes, Alastair is coming too," he continues, back still turned. "He doesn't count as a sinner either, so there is nothing stopping him."

"Regarding where we may be going... Simply walking around could be nice. Experiencing the environment. We have prepared for a picnic but we could try and find some local food as well."

What about food? She asks out of curiosity while combing her hair into a high ponytail.

//I don't know if you have lunch at this time but happy lunch time! ^^

Azrael arches a brow at the boots choice, but he isn't going to judge out loud.

"Alastair and I made some sandwiches. He also made cookies.

He did consider pasteries, but those usually don't do well in travel."

Oh, sandwiches and cookies sound delicious! I think the Alastor here left something in the fridge. I once met one who liked deer eyes. I can bring some if there are any left.

//Autocorrect strikes again.

//yeah T-T

Another knock comes from the door. "Are you, good people, ready to depart?" Alastair's voice is muffled by the wood.

When she hearst the knock she runs and opens the door.

Alastair! I missed you so much! Uh, can I... Can I give you a hug?

Crysthal is a kind of being he hasn't encountered before her. Not knowing exactly what her powers are is infuriating to say the least.

Alastair is hovering pretty high above the floor. Legs curled up and out of reach of any overly excited maids that may spring up on him out of nowhere.

He wants to trust that Niffty understood to not stab this particular angel (himself), but he knows quite well how her brain is usually all over the place.

"Oh dear me, of course sugar!" he quickly flies inside, setting the basket down and giving her a hug.

Oh Alastair, sweetheart, what are you doing up there? She laughs softly when she sees him floating so high, but she understands his concern for Niffty and his penchant for stabbing.

When she feels his embrace, she squeezes him gently, without hurting him, for a few seconds. My sweet deer, I'm so glad to see you! I also think it is the first time I see your face without a mask. You are adorable my dear.

//Ohh I see, I understand.

"That is true, isn't it," he blushes a little from the sudden praise. His cheeks are covered in white freckles that match the tips of his ears and tail. Tho, even in his most angelic, he does keep an unmistakable sharpness to his teeth.

"Well, let's get a move-on, people!" Azrael spins his staff and swoops open a portal, "I know we are going to Sloth, but even there they know the joys of active relaxation!"

Behind the portal outlined in sickly green, opens up a fairytale pink grove.

Sleeping willow that looks as of it's made out of brushed cotton. Shrubbery as if made out of clouds. Crystal dust floating in the air adding it the shimmer of a dream.

When she sees the other side of the portal, she can't help but let her eyes light up. She's never seen anything like it, not even in Heaven. Everything seems so... peaceful.

Wow, this is different. She enters and start looking around.

The two deer follow her through the portal. Neither of them have been is Sloth much. There never was a need for it outside the initial curiosity.

"Both sharp and soft at the same time,~" Azrael nudges a crysthal flower of a fluffy bush to his nose. It smells sweet yet refreshing. Like fresh sundried laundry.

Something glints on the ground, Alastair picking it up.

For a moment, she is mesmerized by its shine before taking a bite. "How soft and sweet" she thinks to herself as she takes the opportunity to climb down to the ground.

It's not poisonous or anything like that, is it?

//Our sleeping schedule is basically nonexistent, but we have rested.

//I hope your sleep is in a better shape than ours.

I hope you can get some rest. Please prioritize your sleep when you feel like you can sleep for a little while. Sending you a big, big, big hug from here. If you need anything and there is something I can do please let me know, okay? I am here.

//I simply meant it as a warning that we'll be replying more sparingly.

//Of course I am okay with that!

Alastair stiffles a laugh, knowing it'd be inappropriate.

"Maybe even asking them wouldn't be the best idea,,," he points out, "I doubt any of us would want to be insensitive."

"I am sure we can find a shelter around somewhere," Azrael lets his shadows loose to search around.

It doesn't take long for them to find one, only a few streets from them. It seems to be connected to one of the community centres Az mentioned hearing about before.

Alastair points out how that sounds like a good system to get the animals socialised, enriched and advertised for adoption.

They walk inside, a calm melody announcing their arrival.

Alastair, Alastair. Pinch me, please because I think I am dreaming. I always wanted to adopt a cute and fluffy animal...

The worker seems to be taken aback by how the "demons" in front of him look like - not like any hellborn, that's for sure! But he just groans and lets it go.

"We have a lot of demon sheep here, ma'am. Let's go to the back so you can have your pick."

He puts down a "back in 10 minutes" sign on the desk and gestures them to the housing area.

There are many cages there, but most of them are empty. "Seems the critters are enjoying the nice weather," the worker comments. It makes a small smile appear on his lips. He gestures them to the door on the other side of the room, leading them outside.

As they walk by one of the cages, they can notice a strange sight of a light purple sheep sitting in a very "human" position in one of the cages. It's even wearing clothes! On a closer look... The creature looks suspiciously like a cherub.

The little sheep moves her head and looks at her curiously for a moment. Then the animal closes her eyes and lets out a soft bleat as it smiles, and Crysthal moves her caresses to her ears. She picks her up and returns to the worker and the two deer.

Az, Az, Az, look! She places the sheep in front of Azrael's face as she smiles broadly looking just like Alastair. She's beautiful! She's as adorable as he is!

The worker look at the sheep and checks his spreadsheets.

"Yeah, sure, nobody asked for her yet. The pink ones are really common so people usually don't pick them. A shame really..."

"Before I sign her off to you, I do have to check if you have everything needed for her care however," he hands her a care sheet for demon micro sheep.

Seems the sheep needs to be allowed to roam a pretty big area where it can't eat anything it shouldn't. Plus, it obviously needs grass, water, some fruits and minerals to add to its diet, daily grooming and yearly veterinary visits. Luckily, as it is a Hell sheep, it can't overheat like Earth sheep can.

When she hears the word “guardians,” she can't help but burst out laughing. She laughs, doubling over with the little animal still in her arms.

Oh, you're so funny! They're not my parents. Do you think I'm a child? I'm older than you'll ever be. Besides, my parents... they, well, they died when I was very young. She lowers her gaze and feels her eyes moisten a little. The little sheep smiles at her and sticks out its tongue to lick her cheek. Crysthal hugs her and holds her close in her arms.

Don't worry, little one, you're not alone anymore. Now you have me and I have you she murmurs.

The shelter worker nods, gesturing her to fill the needed paperwork.

"She is all yours," he stamps it, making Crysthal officially the new owner of the fluffy demonic sheep.

When they walk out of the shelter, Azrael can't hold his curiosity anymore and pets the sheep. Alistair does so quickly after.

The little creature may be the fluffiest sheep in the whole universe!

Now, with such a cute new addition, they can continue their little adventure they set upon that day.

//Hello. So sorry for essentially ghosting you. We were very unwell and then the anxiety of not replying set in, making us not reply for further.

//I don't think we are going to get better any time soon, so I tried to write this reply as a conclusion to the RP - the sheep being an established pet for dear Crysthal.

//We are deeply sorry for stringing you along for so long.

//Thank you so incredibly much for writing with us all the things you have. Our time with you has been splendid. We do hope to see you around, but we cannot promise with clear conscience to stay in touch. Life's just a lot.

Blue-winged Teal (Spatula discors), male, family Anatidae, order Anseriformes, SC, USA