#alistor

There’s this habit in fandoms that contain aromatic or asexual characters to go “aroace people can still be in relationships and have sex” and then disregard their entire identity. Because yes, obviously we can, but there is more to those actions and intent behind them, and it becomes a wildly different experience for all parties than it would with an allo couple.

It’s annoying as a aroace reader to want to interact with those characters and then constantly be reminded that no one cares about us. It’s always a “right person” or a “learning intimacy” or changing their identity entirely, even when it’s canonical. And it becomes a running joke to me that when an aroace character is close to someone in media, their identity goes completely out the window in the eyes of the fandom. Because to be happy you must be in a romantic and/or sexual relationship, and they’re not allowed to be single.

It’s important to me that people understand this, obviously as an aroace person myself, but also because the perpetuation of acephobia and arophobia spurs from misinformation and misunderstandings. It also doesn’t help allos that we keep putting relationships above everything else, because then no one can be single and happy.

Im also not saying that you can’t ship aroace ppl with anyone else that is not my intent, just be more aware of if you’re accidentally perpetuating homophobia against the aroace community.

ハズビンホテルのアラスターファンア。 二期も面白いですね！全員のエピソードが良すぎて誰のファンア描こうか迷ったのでXでアンケートしてアラスターにきめたよ。 ハズビンのキャラクターを手癖に落とし込むのがものすごくむずかしい！！！

●前回描いたアラスターはこっち

Hazbin Hotel's Alastor fan art. Season 2 is so interesting, too! All the characters' episodes were so good that I couldn't decide whose fan art to draw, so I ran a poll on X and decided on Alastor. It is incredibly difficult to adapt the Hazbin characters into my usual drawing style!

A/N… I've been reading a lot of Alastor fanfics recently and as someone on the asexual spectrum, i thought I might have a unique perspective on how to write for this character as I find there are a lot of misconceptions around asexuality and sex. eg. sex repulsed asexuals, no sex drive asexuals ect.

I remember reading a Daryl Dixon fanfic that really captured what I personally felt as an asexual. I hope this will do the same. I find Al to be a great way to start the discussion around asexuals and sex.

This fanfic has some possessive/yandere like themes, as well as a bit smutty. tw for cannibalism (mention), biting, possessive smut, marking, blood. i blame stephanie myer for certain kinks. ----------------------------------------

The night was thick in New Orleans as the sun fell long ago, giving way to the bright moonlight and buzzing nocturnal bugs chirping their own musical orchestra. Soft music hummed from the phonograph that sat upon the mantle, the sound resonated around the old town house's sizeable study. The study held a sense of warmth, the red antique couches gave plenty of room to host higher ups, while the walls of bookcases gave endless topics of interest.

A short glass covered in condensation from the internal ice cubes sat half drank on a wooden desk overlooking the study, a glass ashtray found home near the glass, inside cigarette butts and ash began to pile up from the night's heavy use. Their user in question was firmly planted in the accompanying seat, one hand taking a fistful of his own hair and the other loosely entangled with his umpteenth cigarette of the night, his eyes more focused on the burning radio script in front of him more so than the burning stick in his hand.

A clenched smile decorated Alastor's face, dark circles threaten to form beneath his eyes as the night drags on. He was tired, frustrated, and would much rather be hunting than forcing extra work out. A soft sigh escaped his lips, his body leaned back slightly in his chair. In his distraction he almost didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching his desk - almost. He kept his eye's firm on his project in front of him as he spoke to the figure leaning against his open door frame.

"You should be asleep, mon cherie" his voice matched the delicate music at play. His lover pushed their body off their frame, swirling their own drink and sauntered over to the front of Alastor's desk, taking the wasting cigarette from his hands

"I could say the same for you, my dear" they sat their lower body on his desk whilst breathing in the smoke from the small stick between their fingers.

Alastor's head lifted in curiosity and slight entertainment, gazing upon their form. They were in their nightly attire, clearly they were in bed at some point before getting up and spoiling themself with their desired poison of choice - a drink he personally turns his nose up at but he buys it for them anyway. Watching them take a drag from his cigarette while commanding the attention of such a vicious killer was most amusing for him. He couldn't help but find them to be an endless source of entertainment, something he assured himself the day they met.

His partner pushed the lit stick head first into the ash tray putting out the dregs of what was left, before looking over the paperwork in front of him. They hummed slightly, their answer to why he resisted sleep was answered. Taking a swig of their drink they got up, knowing Alastor's eyes were firmly distracted on them. They strolled to the phonograph, turning the volume up ever so slightly as not to distract from the work Alastor was mulling over. His eyes were unwavering as he watched them dance around the room to the music playing, as if he was eyeing off prey.

Alastor lifted himself from the wooden chair his rear had been attached to for hours, finding his footing and quickly eloping his fingers in with his partners, enjoying the quick look of shock on their face as though they didn't hear his footsteps. His orbs looked directly at his partner, his smile had gone from one of an annoyed tone to a genuine smile of affection? - he wouldn't say affection, he would laugh at the thought of such a dangerous killer being affectionate, no he looked at them with adoration, which was almost worse in his mind. This person knew who he was, wholly and solely, they knew about his special tastes, his abnormalities, his hobbies, they knew all about his work at the radio station, his love of music and attention, along with all the quirks that make him difficult - and yet they still chose him. Part of him wondered if they were just crazy, missing a few cogs, or even just too scared of him to leave - but they proved that wasn't the case. They are the only one that knows him, all of him, and stays - for this he only has adoration and an overwhelming desire to own them, keep them from ever leaving him - someone like them is a rare unicorn and he would be damned to ever lose the one person in his life that he actually… cares for.

They swayed together, a quick twirl before his lover was promptly picked up bridal style. He snickered from their confusion but carried on regardless. Taking them to their shared bedroom. This person was his - no one else's and he was going to make damn sure that they and everyone else knew that. He threw their body on the bed, not giving them much time to adjust before his large grin came face to face with their loving features.

He was forceful, his lips were on theirs in seconds - dominating and smothering any gasps for air. Their hands came up to embrace his face but he was swift to pin them above his partner's head. His body inching towards theirs, pinning them under his lengthy legs. When he finally pulled his face away from theirs, he took his time to sit, roll up his sleeves and loosening his bow-tie. He leaned down and ripped open their nightly attire, exposing their neck, chest, and shoulders. His took his chance to falter his lover, kissing their mouth once again before moving to their neck. At first his kisses were just dominating and rough, but they quickly turned into nips, and sucking of raised skin. Thanks to Alastor releasing his lover's hands before to undo both parties clothing, they were able to move to digits to intertwine with his loose curls.

Nips turned into fully bared teeth and these teeth cut into the subtle flesh of his partner. The broken skin was only surface level but the previous suckling made the blood flow a lot more freely. The pain instructively move their body to jolt up, Alastor's arms were quick to hold down their squirming form. He lapped up the blood, and followed his trail of destruction down their chest - marking his property.

He felt in control, loving the power and submission given to him by his lover. He wasn't great at showing love, affection, or adoration, but he was certainly good at showing them who they belonged to. Anyone else he would never be this close to, would have never shed his clothes for, would never had stopped at just biting. The control and power went straight now to his second head, a biological function no one else but his partner would ever get to see.

Alastor took time to sit back up, wiping away excess blood from his mouth with his fingers. Beneath him was his panting partner, covered in blotches of purples and crimsons. He unbuckled his pants before removing his partners clothes.

"Mon coeur, you are… ravishing" Alastor's voice was low, hungry, anyone else would most likely be afraid, but not his partner - they were surely used to this treatment by now, treatment only for them.

With clothes stripped, Alastor took his partner with great vigor. Hands upon their thighs, nails ripping into the delicate flesh. Heavens knows what bruising will paint them come morning. The sharing of skin, and panting of breathe continued, Al moved a skillful hand to help his partner get off leaving them seemingly dumfounded.

Alastor went in for his final move, flipping his partner around, so he can chew on their other shoulder while absolutely wrecking their sex. Watching his partner come undone beneath him, watching them writhe from him while covered in marks placed by him had him coming undone inside them. Both panting and puffing. Removing himself from inside his partner, Alastor got up to gather both of them preferred beverages and a warm cloth to clean his partner up with - if he wanted to keep them he surely couldn't leave them in this state.