#alastor with axe

[animeloveralways1]

Love the broken look of both Human and Demon Alastor!

[diamondkat]

Alastor was right to leave the fight with Adam

I have recently come across more than one person claiming that Alastor was a coward and abandoned the others at the hotel by leaving the fight after losing to Adam. This was an argument that I thought had been refuted when it almost gained steam shortly after the end of season 1. However, hearing it being repeated made me realise that there are still people who think that Alastor did something wrong by leaving when he did. I am, therefore, going to go over the final moments of that fight to remind people that calling Alastor a coward makes no sense.

When the beam of light snaps Alastor's staff, he reverts to his base form, and all his magic disappears. He is confused about what happened to his ability to channel his magic before realising his staff is broken. Adam takes advantage of this distraction to slash Alastor across the chest.

This is not a scratch. It's a deep cut inflicted with a force that lifts Alastor off his feet and flings him into the opposite wall. At this point, Alastor is weakened and injured enough that he can't even get away by himself. It is his shadow that teleports him away.

I have seen people compare Alastor to Sir Pentious when trying to make an argument for why Alastor is a coward. However, the only way to honestly make this argument is that you believe that Sir Pentious went to take on Adam with the knowledge and desire to be instantly killed. Sir Pentious, even though he was aware of the chance that he could be killed, believed that he would be able to make a difference. Alastor, who needed his shadow's help to get away, had no such delusions. He would have died if he had stayed a second longer. Alastor acknowledged this fact when he said that he barely escaped being killed by a hair. The only purpose Alastor not leaving when he did would have achieved is a pointless self-sacrifice.

I find it wild that people are demanding self-sacrifice from Alastor who most people acknowledge isn't that close to most of the hotel yet, but aren't demanding that from anyone else. I don't see anyone claiming that others at the hotel should have used their bodies to block lethal attacks to prove themselves. Also, why are we claiming that self-sacrifice is the only way to be brave? It is one thing for Alastor haters to make this claim, but I get confused when I see supposed Alastor fans agree with this when I would expect them to not want him to die in such a stupid way. Now, some might want to argue intent, but why would Alastor want to sacrifice himself for them. Unlike Sir Pentious, who had through the hotel found a safe place where he could belong and make friends, Alastor has received no such benefit from the hotel. He is the one who gives to the hotel, not the other way around. The most he has gotten from the hotel is a deal that he needs to be alive to use. It's an action that would have made zero sense for the character and would have been completely unearned. I genuinely can't think of anything dumber than making a pointless sacrifice of your life for people who are barely your friends. I think people who think self-sacrifice like this is a good idea need to love themselves more. Or maybe they do know better and just wanted the character to die. At which point you can bet that most of the same people calling him a coward for not waiting to die, would have called him an idiot who died because he stayed to fight due to his ego making him think he could take on Adam with no magic and a severe injury.

[allastoredeer]

Alastor for 2A please 🥹

He's so excited to go hunting :D

[vaggieslefteye]

HELL'S GREATEST DAD ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x05 - "Dad Beat Dad"

[alienfiresign]

I’m putting it out there… I think Alastor is the Axeman of New Orleans…

The Axeman, notorious serial killer in New Orleans around the 20s (just before but very close to), who was never caught. Absolutely loved music and jazz - was threatening active murder if people didn’t “jazz it” when he was in town.

We already know Alastor was a serial killer and he got taken out when trying to hide a body. We see New Orleans elements in his room (the bayou/swamp) and the bar styling in the lobby, and we know he was based around there at one point or another. He loves music and particularly jazz (at least from what we see of his music styling), and is obviously from the 20s era of things from his styling, perhaps just a little bit before because of his silhouettes and what not.

I personally think things are overlapping a little bit too much to be coincidence……….

[loreleilangenue]

"It's you Alastor! You're the american psycho!"

version with blood under cut

[the-girl-who-didnt-smile]

This guy is obscenely fun to draw.

[theriddlersunderwear]

Alastor was the Axe Man of New Orleans

[rsstoai]

Alastor Wields Axe

Alastor with an axe

#Alastor #Wields #Axe

[alastor-roleplay]

Hey Alastor, have you ever heard of the Axe-Man of New Orleans?

"Nope!"

[caztrozin42]

Day 6 - Romantic / Platonic Date

Past me: "Should I draw a picnic? Nah, too cheesy. What about having wine on the couch? Nah, too boring. What about a throwing axe date? *finger guns* Son of a bitch, I'm in!"

I think this is THE most romantic date for these two (Also, Alastor likes "badass Rosie")

@radioroseweek

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7

[allastoredeer]

Alastor A5 ehe

I like drawing him with an axe

[tune-on-in-folks]

Day 19! I think this one is a little sweet. A bit short and fast, but sweet. Human Alastor for the win!

Tags/Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, discussion of murder, murderous intent, murderous ideation, fem!reader, abuse mention, reader's husband is abusive. Word Count: 1,735

When Alastor first met you it wasn't by accident, nor coincidence. Instead it was due to his meticulous planning. You were married to a very affluent man. A man who used his wealth for anything but good. His reputation had preceded him, and Alastor was certain that anything and anyone that man associated himself with, was also tainted. Which is what he had thought of you and was precisely the reason he had orchestrated your ‘fateful’ meeting at Mimzy's establishment.

Initially he had approached you in an attempt to get closer to your husband, and if he had to kill you too, what was the harm? But one conversation with you had turned into several, and months later he found himself no closer to killing your husband.

Alastor had been correct in his assumption that by association, you were tainted by your husband. But for all the reasons he hadn't expected. The first time he noticed the bruises he nearly flew into a blind rage. And you had the audacity to laugh it off, as though the abuse you were enduring at his hands, was not worth any fuss. As though your well-being was nothing more than an afterthought, something to be swept aside for everyone else's. It was on that day Alastor became increasingly impatient to kill your husband. He had it all planned out; from the time, to what he would do to make your husband suffer a fate worse than death for hours on end, before extinguishing his pathetic existence.

But you were a distraction.

That's what Alastor ultimately decided you were. A beautiful, wonderful, annoying distraction. You with your beautiful smile, your captivating laugh. Your wondrous eyes, your…he could go on. Get lost in everything that was intrinsically you. And for the past several months he had. He had allowed himself to grow fond of you. He held a deep seated affection for you. He craved you in ways he had never craved another soul before. What he felt for you was raw and vast. It left him feeling split open, as though your very presence had taken an axe to his chest, carving a home there. A place for you alone. It was only natural that the budding relationship between you both blossomed into something more, something deeper. Something sinful. 

It had started with a stolen kiss one night outside of Mimzy's establishment. Upon seeing the time you had pulled him down, pressed a kiss against his lips, and called out a goodbye as you rushed away. He had been left stunned, his fingers brushing against his lips as he watched you run. How he wished he could have given chase. That kiss had spawned the first instances of longing for you. He wanted more, craved it. From that night it spiralled. Soft smiles and lingering touches, small kisses. You were driving him insane, he was certain of it. Until one night he cornered you and took you right up against the wall in an alley. He had been consumed by lust and desire, wanting nothing more than to have you. All of you. You were a thrill unlike any other. Being intimate with you gave him a high better than he had ever known. Not even watching the life drain from someone's eyes compared to how it felt to be with you. To kiss you, to hold you, to fuck you. You were intoxicating.

You were a damned distraction.

Distracting him from what he truly wanted. And that was for your husband to be dead, killed by his hand.

The ringing of his phone snaps Alastor out of his thoughts, his hands tighten around the book he's holding. With a sigh he picks the phone up from the receiver, setting his book aside.

“Hartfelt residence.” He answers smoothly, smiling with false brightness.

“Hello, my love.” You greet him softly, “are you alone?”

His smile softens and he leans back in his chair. “Hello, my dear… What are you doing calling me at this hour? I thought you and your…darling husband had a party.”

You chuckle at the contempt in his voice. “Yeah, well my ‘darling husband' as you put it, is currently fucking his mistress.”

Alastor's hand tightens around the phone in anger, but you continue on, not letting him get a word in.

“So while he's off having fun, I thought I might as well have some too.”

He can hear the amusement in your voice. As though your husband actively cheating on you wasn't such an insult. How you remained so bright despite that man, he'd never know. 

“Some fun?” He asks, wanting nothing more than to snuff out the life of your blasted husband.

“With you, Alastor. Over the phone.”

He laughs softly, “my dear, what fun could we possibly get up to over the phone?”

Your sigh filters over the phone, and he can hear the pout in your voice. “Well I can’t have you in person right now, so can’t I just pleasure myself while listening to your voice?”

He laughs again, caught off guard by your candidness. “And are you, my dear? Pleasuring yourself, that is.”

You flush, “Well I haven’t started! I was…asking. I wanted to make sure it was okay with you, if we did that, if we do that.”

He leans further back in his chair, his voice tinged with amusement. “It’s perfectly fine, my dear... Do you often sneak away to finger yourself?”

You snort, smiling, “Only when I know I can moan your name.”

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation that he had slowly grown accustomed to when it came to you. You made his body respond in ways he once found a nuisance, now he welcomed it.

“I think it’s only fair, little doe, if I get to touch myself too.” He decides, hearing your breath hitch.

He can imagine you in a room someplace, your skirts bunched around your hips as your hand creeps towards your centre. He hears a small whimper from you and he wonders how exactly you’re touching yourself.

“Please.” You breathe out, your voice shaky. “I want to hear you too, Al. I want to know that you’re getting as much pleasure out of this as I am.”

He reaches for the clasp of his pants, working it undone. In a moment he’s freed his rapidly hardening cock. He closes his hand around it, pulling a groan from the back of his throat.

“Oh..” He moans, letting his head fall back as he slowly pumps his length. “The sinful things you make me do, my dear.”

You giggle, working your fingers faster, “Ah, but you do them for me.”

He chuckles, the sound deep within his chest, sending shivers down your spine. Your walls clench at the sound. You adored his laugh and the things it made you feel.

“Hah, I do them because I adore you.” He breathes out, his hand moving faster.

He can hear the muffled sounds of you pleasuring yourself, your whimpers and moans growing louder. His own breathing is laboured, the sound of him fisting his cock carrying back over the phone to you.

“I wish..” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep quiet, “that I was married to you, Alastor. I hate him.”

His hand tightens around the phone again at your words, an ache settling in his chest. You occasionally said things like that. Things that made it feel as though you’d taken one of his knives and stabbed him right in the heart.

“Sweetheart…” He murmurs, clenching his jaw in anger at the thought of your husband. “Think of me, not him.”

You whimper, so close to your edge already. “I always think of you..oh fuck, I’m so close. Fuck, Alastor!”

He tightens his hand around his cock, his pace quickening as you moan his name. He hates how low and quiet your moans are. He knows that you’re attempting to stay quiet, keeping your voice down to stop your husband from finding out. It angers him. He wishes he was there, fucking you into your martial bed, drawing out all the sounds he loved to hear from you. He wishes he was there, forcing you to be louder and louder, as he took you hard and fast.

“Keep going,” He urges over the phone, “I want to hear you cum for me.”

“Fuck..” You breathe out, focusing on your pleasure, focusing on Alastor’s soft grunts over the phone.

He wished he could kill your husband tonight. Lure him out with a false sense of trust only to shatter it. Oh, he’d take great pleasure in drawing out the man’s death. Of ensuring that he felt all the pain he had caused you and more. Alastor’s breath hitches as he imagines how your husband would scream, how he’d try to get away, only to find that he couldn’t escape. Alastor imagined that fear in your husband’s eyes, imagined watching the life dim from them. He groans, his release growing nearer

“Ah, fffuck, Al-lastor!” You cry out, a bit too loudly for your own liking, as you cum around your fingers, your body shaking with the effort of your release.

He’s drawn out of his fantasy by your voice, a shiver running through his body as you moan his name.

“There we go.” He praises. “So good for me, sweetheart… Fuck-”

His cock twitches as his orgasm washes over him with surprising force. Hot ropes of cum splatter his hand and slacks, but he can’t find himself to care about the mess at the moment.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, wiping his hand with a handkerchief. “Are you still there, my doe?”

“Still here.” You say softly, having let your skirts fall back into place. “Still missing you.”

He smiles, glad you hadn’t disappeared on him just yet. “What would you say, if I told you I could get your husband to leave? Permanently.”

He can hear the smile in your voice as you reply without missing a beat. “I’d say I’d marry you.”

He chuckles softly, his smile widening. That was all the permission he needed. He was going to kill your husband, make sure he never touched you ever again. No more waiting. No more rushed calls, or stolen kisses, no more longing. It would just be you and him.

He couldn’t wait.

@pumppkinlynn I promised to tag you in this one! So here it is.

[jollmaster]

redesign trivia: Adam

semitic type

reddish tanned because Adam was created from red clay

eyes of gold because of the ichor running through veins

simple earrings

wears metal claws on fingers

cloak over scratched knight armor

golden and white colors as a symbol of power from above

during the battles Adam uses an axe that has seen many deaths

the word אָדָם (his hebrew name) is carved on the axe handle

on your knees, lower ©

CHARLIE'S GANG: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, sir Pentious (and egg boiz), Cherri Bomb, Husk, Alastor (+ gang as humans)

HEAVEN: Eve, Lute, Emily, Sera

ADAM AND EVE'S CHILDREN: Cain, Abel, Seth, Awan, Azura

HELL: Lilith, Lucifer, Seviathan, Helsa, Razzle and Dazzle, Baxter

SINS: Asmodeus [Lust], Beelzebub [Gluttony], Satan [Wrath], Mammon [Greed] (and Fizz), Belphegor [Sloth]

LUCIFER'S WIVES: Eisheth Zenunim, Naamah, Agrat bat Mahlat

VEES: Vox, Valentino, Velvette

OVERLORDS: Zestial, Rosie, Carmilla Carmine (and her daughters, Odette and Clara), Flaming Skull Guy

FRIENDS AND RELATIVES: Mimzy, Arackniss, Molly, Alastor's mom, Alastor's father

[eggcats]

Idk how it happens, but I keep imagining a radiostatic fic where either all the Overlords go back to their human selves OR Alastor and Vox are somehow transported to like, earth or something and are transformed back to their human forms.

The only weapons they have on them are what they died with, so while Vox is freaking out Alastor just pulls a knife out of his sock (and if he finds out it's what they died with, he thinks for a second and can now essentially summon an axe from the nether, maybe a gun too).

And if it's the "kidnapped on earth/made weaker" one, Alastor is just like, okay, time to hunt them down. So, they're tracking them through like, the woods (Alastor keeps having to tell Vox to shut up because he's having a panic attack without any of his powers). Vox is basically just following Alastor because he has No Idea what the fuck to do here, so he'll just follow the dude with a butcher knife - he figures he and Alastor can try to kill each other again when they've solved this.

When they find one of the culprits, Alastor hands Vox the gun, like "keep this on them while I deal with this" and Vox is like (looking at this old timey gun) "I have NO IDEA how to use this safely, I might accidentally shoot YOU!"

"It's okay, there's no bullets in it." - cue Alastor stabbing the person holding them hostage, taking the gun from Vox, and when that person doesn't give them the information he wants, shooting them in the leg.

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WASN'T ANY BULLETS IN THIS?!" - "I lied, haha!"

There's also a car chase scene where Vox has to drive because Alastor doesn't know how to, but then (poor Vox) has to focus on driving while Alastor, just, climbs over his lap to shoot out the front window at the person they're chasing and/or hanging so far out the window to shoot behind them that Vox has to physically hold Alastor inside the car.

(It'd also be so funny for Vox to get hard during this, and Alastor to just nonchalantly comment, like, "You are no longer allowed to criticize my behavior considering your response to it." Vox wants to die, he's like, "YOU WERE IN MY LAP?! THIS ISN'T MY FAULT!")

I just love the idea of Vox, cult leader/television host who only has powers in hell and didn't really do That overtly crazy evil shit while alive, dealing with Alastor, serial killer adrenaline junkie. Just their dynamic would be so funny, making Vox realize that the insanity of Alastor isn't because of hell but that he was just Like That the entire time.

I just can't get the image of Vox trying to use his powers and failing, being like "Oh, fuck we're fucked we can't do anything," only for Alastor to just, calmly yank out a butcher knife or something, like "Speak for yourself, darling," and Vox is like "Where the FUCK did you get that?!"

[lurochar]

Well-Fed

It isn't wise to harass Alastor's assistant. A man learns this the hard way.

Human Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Violence, unknowing cannibalism

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What a pleasant night.

“F-fuck, please – what do you want?! I’ll… I’ll do anything!” The man pleaded, sniveling as he tried to crawl back, “J-just don’t kill me!”

What lovely begging.

Alastor hummed, eyeing the fallen man as he wondered in which way he should slaughter him that would best satisfy him and his current needs.

Should he just blow the man’s brain out? It’s not like he needed his head for anything – nothing really too edible there. It always made such a mess.

Maybe cut the man’s throat and make it a quick one? It always did give him a thrill to watch the life fade from one’s eyes and the absolute terror on their faces when there was nothing to be done. 

Possibly chop the man’s limbs off and watch him slowly bleed to death? He would probably put up too much of a fight and ruin too much of his meat and it would take far too long.

“Do you remember me?” Alastor asked, causing the man’s eyes to finally look at his face rather than the rifle in hand, “Or actually, do you remember the woman at the radio station earlier today?”

“Y-yeah, ‘course I remember you!” The man simpered, as if sucking up would actually save his life, “You’re Alastor Hartfelt, right? That radio host who’s the talk of the town right now?” His face twitched, “So, why you doing this?! Don’t fucking tell me…!” His eyes widened when he finally figured it out.

He wasn’t getting out of here alive.

“I asked, ‘do you remember the woman at the radio station earlier today’?” Alastor didn’t flinch in the least as he pulled his axe from the holster at his hip, swinging it down in a smooth motion, and easily severing the man’s hand.

He was screaming now, of course, in complete shock at the brutal action and he tried to scramble to his feet to run for his life, but Alastor already had his rifle at the ready, easily shooting him in the foot before he could do anything.

“I’d rather not repeat myself for a third time,” Alastor looked on in a bit of distaste when the man vomited, heaving and twitching around in agony. “It is why you are here, after all.”

The man didn’t answer or didn’t even hear him as he curled up into a sad little ball, causing Alastor to sigh in slight disappointment that his hunt was already over, but preparing meat took time and he had already invited you over to dinner the next night, so it was fine.

“Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” Alastor knew he was talking to himself at this point as he knelt down as he reached for his knife from his belt, “I’d rather you not treat women like objects that you can use whenever you feel like it. Far too many men are like this. Imagine how Y/N felt when you cornered her in my radio station and groped her like a mindless animal? Perhaps as helpless as you are now? In any case, I do not tolerate any disrespect of such kind, especially with my lovely little assistant.”

He was rambling, he knew, he always did get like this when it came to you and your wellbeing.

“I’ve spent too much time on you,” Alastor tightened his grip on his knife, “I have a meal to prepare. I do hope you taste better than you look, my good chum.”

He hoped you liked Jambalaya.

–

“This is amazing!”

Alastor smiled, feeling absolutely pleased at your joyful expression as you took a bite of his cooking, clearly delighting in the flavour, “It’s my mother’s recipe, you see.” His eyes flashed, a dark satisfaction building up in him, “I’m glad you like it. I thought the meat might have been of too low quality.”

“No, no!” You went to reassure him, “I’m nothing fancy!” You eagerly took another bite. “You are a very good cook. Your mother must have taught you well. She must be very proud.”

“I would like to think so.” Alastor’s smile softened briefly at the thought, “I do try to be nothing less than a true gentleman. I believe my mother would have liked you very much so. I would like to share more of her recipes with you, if I may be so bold to ask?”

You flushed, looking down at your food before peering back up to Alastor with a shy smile, “I would like that too.” You did not recognize the mania behind Alastor’s eyes as you continued to eat his cooking.

“I’ll keep you well-fed, my dear.”