#cannibal alastor

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

T or A: Hazbin Hotel

Angel: Hey, Husk! Tits or ass?

Husker: Tits (slugs his liquor)

Angel: Lucifer! Tits or ass?

Lucifer: Hmmm.... hourglass figure, so BOTH.

Angel: Fair enough. Fair enough. (turns to Vaggie) Vags! Tits or ass?

Vaggie: (crosses her arms) Seriously?

Angel: Hey, if big daddy Luci can answer, so can you.

Vaggie: (aggravated pout before looking at Charlie) Legs. Definitely legs.

Angel: Oooooh, a nice choice. Charlie! Tits or ass?

Charlie: (blushing before glancing at Vaggie) Do hips count?

Angel: Whatever gets you there, toots. I'd say it's part of the ass-ular region.

Charlie: ......Then hips and ass.

Angel: Alright, Smiles. Ass or ti-

Alastor: Liver.

Hazbins: (horrified)

Alastor: .....Were we not talking about parts we liked to eat?

[leonidele-rambles]

One thing THIS BLOG's followers get from me are the animatics.

Here you go (yes it's really a wip)

[elkaseltzer]

alas! poor yorick...

[thefakesweetener]

⚠️ CW: BLOOD, SLIGHT GORE, CANNIBAL ALASTOR ⚠️

Vox quickly learns that catching up is back breaking work.

[praytriarchy]

Serial-killer!Alastor makes a pact with Charlie, anyone?

Just posted Chapter 3 of my RadioBelle/Charlastor fanfic, Evil Ways.

Alastor Doucet’s ambition drives him to summon an infernal fiend, ready to enter a binding pact in exchange for arcane powers. But the Devil he summons isn’t very interested in his soul. She is determined to find an alternative to the brutal mass extermination of her people. In a desperate bid to prove that redemption is both possible and worthwhile, she journeys to the mortal realm to redeem sinners straight from the source. This tale features dark magic, jazz, the economic crash of 1929, Louisiana, a cannibalistic, serial-killing radio host, and the blossoming trust between two very unlikely allies during desperate times.

Special thanks to my editor @kyuumon for cheering me on and helping me so much by polishing my work and giving me great feedback!

[mooncalf87]

I love that when ep 3 came out and we saw Alastor eating the deer everyone was freaking out like "IS HE A FUCKING CANNIBAL?????" but then when he was confirmed to ne a cannibal in ep 7 no one batted an eye LMFAO

[thechurchoftheradiodemon]

Salutations, dear tumblr people!

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a short ficlet for a streaming event a friend of mine planned (on Twitch: AquaYuki_121, the event was "Tertulia de Fanfics" and the theme was "Primavera" - Spring). And I just posted it on my AO3 account, so if anyone wants to check it out, here it is.

It's in Spanish, I don't have currently the time to translate it to English.

Anyway, thank you for listening, and stay tuned!

[dungeons-and-dictions]

My new headcanon is that Karens become Susans in Hell.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

wrote a new fic

here

Lucifer's the reason we have phagophilia lol (for those curious: it's to be eaten or eat people but in a sexy way)

[nerdypuddincup]

Charlie now has two sets of parents. Good for her.

[notherpuppet]

Radio drip 🦌📻🩸

[anisecandy]

Enemies to lovers is great... but enemies and lovers is lovely too!

(Also Charlie wishes she and Vaggie had what they have 😤)

[ocelot-t]

[praytriarchy]

Human!Alastor and Hellborn!Charlie get ready to hammer out their deal

Chapter 4 of my Radiobelle/Charlastor fanfic, Evil Ways is up!

A teaser:

“And here I was afraid that an aristocrat of blood blue would be more discerning. Well, in any case, I’m glad you don’t require virgin sacrifices or priests.”

“Alastor,” she warns, without any real heat behind it. Just exasperation.

“Oh, alright, dear, I’m just pulling your pigtails," he assures her, shaking his head and chuckling. While he takes a sip of his drink, he keeps avid watch of her over the rim of his glass. “You’re so easy to rile. You really ought to work on that poker face,” he observes.

“Poker?” Charlie tilts her head in askance.

Alastor can’t ever remember feeling this excited. “Oh, it’s marvelous,” he promises. “It’s a betting game disguised as a game of chance when really, it’s a game of wits. Oh, how I'd love to teach you to play.” Beneath the table, his heels clack together in delight.

Charlie just barely suppresses a wince. They have enough wagers on their hands tonight. “Why don’t we save that for another time,” she counters.

“But of course, dear,” he simpers, reigning in his giddiness. Almost like a wrinkled shirt ironing itself out, Charlie watches as Alastor subtly rearranges himself into crisp, cool composure as a slick, tidy smile steals across his face. It’s something in the way he adjusts his bearing and changes the set to his wide shoulders. Like most great art, she can’t very well put into words what makes it work.

But it does.

“After all, we have business to conclude.”

Even though his mother used to say to never count his chickens before they hatch, Alastor’s smile is already one of a cat that caught the canary.

[faeyuh]

ROSIE APPRECIATION POST BECAUSE SHES MY FAVORITE CANNIBAL AND I WANT HER TO BE MY CARETAKER

also look at how genuinely happy alastor looks in this frame. will never get over them <33

[mooncalf87]

Charlie: hey, Al, Rosie is at the door!

Al: oh no

Rosie: DARLINGGGGGGG ITS YOUR YEARLY SLANG EDUCATION DAYYYYYYY

Alastor: HIDE ME QUICK