Alastor Altruist - Blog Posts
Wait I made it better
He needs 89 rabies shots
He needs 89 rabies shots
I've finally drawn the idiot cat
I love him so much
Alastor "doodles"
It was supposed to be just one drawing, but then it spiralled into whatever this is.
So like, did Nifty climb BACK into the toilet for the song oorrr...?
I found out that Alastor likes doodling and immediately had to draw something
(the other guy on the paper is supposed to be Lucifer btw)
Yes or no?
(excuse my horrible attempt at a plastic cup)
Bonus:
I’m kinda feeding the radiostatic and radioapple shippers with this one. Even tho I don’t ship either
I do, however, subscribe to the belief that Alastor has a tail under this coat.
Lucifer is tiny but he’s strong. I like the idea of him just casually lifting someone so much taller than him.
This took SO FREAKING LONG TO DRAW!!!!
Anyways, Charlie is ready to fight Val in the first page. We all know why.
They’re besties, your honor
I need more of Rosie in season 2. She is such a great character
They’re facing each other’s problems for each other
Lost Loves
Reunited in Hell.
You didn't expect to end up in Hell. It's something that just never occurred to you, that despite your praying, begging for forgiveness, youd still end up rotting with everyone else. You'd helped your husband in his murders, you'd still help him, have he not been shot.
You wandered curiously through Hell, looking at a porn store, an already mugged store and weapons store that crossed your way while you walked through the streets like it were normal. There was chaos all around you, it felt like every two seconds someone's head was lobbed off in a gruesome way. You continued to walk through the crimson streets of Hell before something caught your eye, a small group of sinners all huddled up around a smaller store, or what looked like a store.
Your curiosity got the best of you, dragging you into the front of the small group, murmuring apologies or simply pushing past those who chose to ignore you. It was a radio, a modern looking one at that, similar to one you had in your own home, which you'd always listen to your husbands radio show on. Then something struck you, the radio wasn't the only familiar thing about this scene. The voice, the grating, static-filled voice. Youd recognise it anywhere. Alastor..
You listened in intently, rudely sushing any murmur or whisper among the crowd you'd trudged your way into. You smiled manically upon just listening to his voice for more than two minutes. Frantically, you grasped onto the shoulders of the hell-goer closes to you, a gatsby woman. She was short and pudgy, but undeniably pretty.
"Where does he live?" You asked with the most amount of kindness you could muster, despite your excitement.
"The radio demon? He's residin' at his radio hut, why?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. You bit a scowl at hearing the woman refer to your deceased husband as a demon, but you kept your composure.
"Take me there!" You said breathlessly with a grin, gripping the short woman's shoulders harshly, making her shrug them off.
"And what's in it fa' me?" She asks, looking at you from the side of her eye, tilting her head slightly with a bored look on her face.
"I'll put in a good word for you." The first offer, and undeniably the best. A cocky grin came to her face as she took you hand, shaking it slowly, beginning to drag you down the street. You saw a small lodge at the end of the street, decrepit but sturdy. Minimalistic. It came closer with every long stride, making you grin. You were so close to seeing your husband again, a mere stride away.
You missed the next few seconds of your life- well, death, only truly in your own mind again when you were face-to-face with your husband, his hands gripping your arms tightly. He was scared of leaving you, again. You looked into his newly red eyes, his paler skin, his red hair, everything about him. Even his new features. His deer ones, fitting.
"I've missed you, love.." You murmured breathlessly, a small, teary smile on your face. The small woman had gone, leaving nothing in her wake. It was just you and your husband, the hotel was silent, apart from your small sniffles and the static coming from your husband. Your husband.
"Oh my darling.. I never meant to leave you.." He cooes with a large grin on his face, bearing his sharp, yellow teeth.
Both of you leaned into one another, soft bleating coming from Alastor's throat as your lips connected for what felt like the first time in a millenia.
You held his hand in yours desperately, feeling a cold metal on your finger. His wedding ring, he never took it off. It didn't fit his aesthetic, the silver contrasting his outside drastically, but he'd kept it on.
"You kept it on.." You murmured against his lips happily, feeling him cup your face.
"I was waiting for you, darling.." He cooed yet again, leaning down with a large grin but, it was comforting. Soft.
"I love you.." A chorus of two voices, filled with a heavenly love and devotion to one another, pure love.
This belongs to @nieveel not you