#alteregozowie rp

[top-shelf-tender]

Alastor absolutely waits until Husk is in the process of cleaning the bar before manifesting himself in a surprise attack.

"HUSKER THINK QUICK-"

And absolutely clocks that feline right in the head with a large snowball.

Not only was Husk bludgeoned with a projectile, but it was cold. An involuntary yowl preceded the cat’s fur puffing, eyes wild as he swiped any lingering snow from the back of his head. While Alastor was falling about the place in a raucous fit of laughter, the bartender grabbed the nearest towel, wet it, came out from behind the bar, and snapped it on Alastor’s ass.

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

"You get invited to one Verosika Mayday concert by a friend, and the deer loses his fuckin' shit..."

@alteregozowie

[alteregozowie]

🎶 "Don't give up, you still have us." 🎶

This is based on a thread @neatandniffty and I worked on, which you can read right here! ⤵️

(I'm emotional 😭)

[brokendreamscreation]

Pray tell, indeed!

As Alastor sneaks up on the unsuspecting twin, if he couldn't win against his brother, he was for sure going to get revenge somehow!

He bites him right on the arm!

Chomp!!

The angel is minding his own business around the hotel lobby, admiring the architecture and portraits of the walls. Guard down, believing the building to be a “neutral” zone for demons and angels thanks to Charlie’s project. Totally unsuspecting of the Overlord approaching from behind.

Sharp, yellow teeth sink into his arm, puncturing through cloth and drawing golden ichor. The halo above Lucid’s head brightens intensely as flapping wings and an angelic scream fills the lobby.

“CHRIST ALMIGHTY!! GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!!”

Lucid yanks and pulls, trying to free himself with flapping wings, continuing to scream like he’s being murdered. Maybe he is being murdered?!

[keenie-bopper]

♡ 📻😁

Alastor

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 | AFFECTION 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 | LOYALTY 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 | TRUST

"Hell better watch out! When we have a scheme, nothing stands in our way..."

"Well nothing but a shoddy cabinet and a missing screw..."

Send a ♡

[very-important-muses]

@alteregozowie

Andy rested on the chair in the lobby. It was 2 in the morning, but he couldn't sleep. He doesn't know how long since he arrived at the hotel, but it was admittedly difficult to process that Alastor was genuinely trying to be a better father to him than he was in life. Still, it was something to be grateful for.

He decided his best course of action was to read a book until he felt sleepy enough to go back to bed.

[hellsgreatestfashionista]

Velvette was wrapped up in her work, going over designs for her latest upcoming fashion line. She had pulled quite a late night, and was yawning from exhaustion, even with a coffee by her side.

So when the Radio Demon burst through a rack of clothing from behind her suddenly to chomp down on her shoulder like a horror movie, it definitely startled her silly.

Chomp!

Velvette had send her models home almost two hours ago, but she had the fits for the upcoming show on mannequins and lined up before her, examining their every detail and fixing up things no one but her would even notice. If she wanted them to sell in stores, they had to impress in tomorrow's show.

The Radio Demon was a silent breather, but even if he wasn't, Velvette wouldn't have noticed him over the sound of her muttering to herself. She wasn't aware of his presence until she felt a stabbing pain on her shoulder, teeth sinking into her skin and slightly piercing through it. She let out a cry of pain and proceeded to hit her attacker in the head using her phone.

Once she felt the grip of jaws release from her arm, she quickly tried to step away from the person, as well as turn around and face them. Unfortunately, the adrenaline and panic didn't do her any favours, and she found herself tripping over her feet, landing on her arse on the floor.

"Ow! Fuck-" She didn't let herself get distracted by the new source of pain for two long, and looked up to finally see who had broken into her department at this ungodly hour to bite her. "Alastor?! What in the bloody hell are you doing here?! And what the fuck is all this farce about?!" Was he here to attack her? Eat her? He was a cannibal. One who was known for killing overlords too. Or maybe he wanted to mess with her to hurt Vox by proxy?

[damnedrainbows]

went to my dad figure’s house last night and I had to leave our movie because there was a subway scene where the lights were flashing and I got a disorienting headache. and i couldn’t process the movie well without subtitles. I felt so broken winding up in another room in the dark. just one of those days the tism was bad

when I got home still feeling broken, I found this on the table

my grandmother picked it up for me and the family to read, and I just can’t put into words how much this means to me that she’s trying. Falters a lot but she’s trying, and…it means so much. It’s a good book too! About neurodiversity in general, even talking about the harm of organizations that want to cure autism. It’s a good book and i can’t wait to buckle into it

it’s been a hard few days, but this and some coping rps (alastor learning about his own neurodivergence through lucifer and husk’s help) I’ve done on discord with my friends @top-shelf-tender and @alteregozowie has meant the world to me rn m emotional

just thought I’d share 😭

[grim-the-embodiment-of-death]

@alteregozowie I read the tag on the RP! XDXDXDXD

[top-shelf-tender]

@alteregozowie {{Continued from}}

Husk sighed, his wings slowly drooping to let Alastor in. It was stupid, childish even, to feel as hurt as he did...but he hurt because it mattered to him. Alastor mattered. He always had, and that's why the Radio Demon held the power to mend Husk or break him in an instant. When the deer spoke, summoning his attention, Husk glanced back.

[top-shelf-tender]

"Guess what today is?"

“Shit shit shIT SHIT SHIT!!”

[top-shelf-tender]

"Tug"

Send "tug" to playfully tug the tail

The sudden yank halted Husk’s forward momentum, causing freshly-poured coffee to slosh from his mug onto the carpet.

“You’re not gonna clean this shit up, are you?” Husk narrowed his eyes at the mischievous deer.

[top-shelf-tender]

"It's been three minutes, where's my attention?"

“What, were you countin’?” Knowing Alastor, the Radio Demon probably had timed Husk, right down to the second. Husk was in a playful mood that day, so he turned his focus to Alastor…and just stared. It certainly was attention.

[top-shelf-tender]

@alteregozowie {{Continued}}

"Yeah, that tracks. Don't know why I expected any different," Husk grumbled, punching in the time specifications to the microwave and leaning against the island counter.

[top-shelf-tender]

Don't mind Alastor, he's just trying to sneak past the bar carrying something in a small bag.

Wait.....did that bag move?

“Whatcha got there?” Husk asked, waiting for the world’s worst excuse.

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

@alteregozowie @cannibalxroses

“I swear on every soul you own, Al, if you don’t come outta that room right fuckin’ now ready for the Ball, I’m tellin’ Vox your most embarrassing drunk moments.”