#wsbe

WSBE 9 is started. Let's goooo

Human AU is also started, let's also goooo

I want to have at least 3 chapters of human AU ready before I post it, and then I hope to post it every 2 weeks (is that too long? Not long enough? help)

Working on one-shots when I can. I WILL finish my crack comedy one with Val, I WILL

My chronic stomach issues are still being issues so uh we're trying our best here hence no time frame

I have freelance editing work to do this week so I'm not writing until the weekend but it's fine, it's fine...

His dreams are full of Lucifer, glorious and beautiful and terrible, and no matter what he does he can't escape them.

The hotel is trying to kill him. The hotel is driving him insane. What other course of action does he have left other than to run?

(lays down on the floor) WSBE 8 is out. Finally. Oh my god, finally.

It's Alastor POV and it should serve to fill in some of his experiences with the sentient Hazbin Hotel, while also hopefully opening up some of the mystery.

And everyone say a very heartfelt "thank you" to @radiaurapple for being the best dang beta reader in recorded human history and for dragging my dumb, gerund-loving carcass across the finish line.

Ahhhhh @cringefailvox thank you for tagging me!

I'm actually settling in to go back to WSBE 8, so let's see where I left off, shall we...

Lucifer stared down at Alastor’s unmoving body in sheer, mindless panic. With shaking hands, he quickly turned Alastor onto his side and watched as more curdled gold blood dripped out from his mouth. It stank like something tarnished, like something left out in the sun too long, and Lucifer fought back against his own nausea.  He had no idea what to do. The terror of his own inaction settled over him and dragged him under, as if rocks had been tied to his brain and the whole mess of his nervous system thrown overboard. Lucifer’s eyes raked over his room, as if some answer might jump out at him from his bookcase or workbench. A strangled noise caught in his throat when he noticed the fireplace mantle. Next to his white radio sat a cheerful red rubber duck sporting a fetching black bow tie.  The same one Alastor had tried to show him so many days ago. The one Lucifer didn’t believe existed. It watched him with happy plastic eyes, the dapper bow tie at an angle one might charitably call “jaunty”. It was amazing how something that usually brought him so much joy had suddenly twisted into something sinister.  Lucifer felt himself go cold. 

Yup! Just as I thought, everyone's having a great time! :)

Continuation of THIS post.

I decided to lean a little further into the Vinyl cover aesthetic. This is now a little more aged.

Almost like this is one of those copies of an album that just sits in a record store. Never actually for sale but rather to be enjoyed by whoever happened to stumble into the store and sample the offerings. Well loved by both the owner and the regulars.

(Actually I just fell in love with the look of ageing record covers/posters and I wanted to try it out, so here you go)

Also I can only reiterate that you go and check out the series for yourself: