#cause Alastor HATES when powerful people don’t respect him

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Don’t know if I ship it, but I do want them to have as many scenes together as possible…

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Love Me Tender Part 5

Walking down the street is harder without your own personal Radio Demon parting the crowd for you, but you make do as you near your sister’s boutique. At first you wanted to be alone, but that’s kind of hard in the most crowded place in the universe, and as you continued on your mindless walk through the Pentagram you realized that being alone might not be the best thing. What you needed right now was a hug and someone to tell you that you deserved far more than whatever Alastor could give you. You couldn’t be alone with your thoughts right now.

The neon from Molly’s sign hurts your eyes from a block away, and like moths to a flame shoppers flock towards the pink light. Molly’s Miracles is the place for those in Hell with an eclectic style and a preference for the sexy. It’s very rare that you find yourself actually stopping by for a reason other than checking in on your sister, but that excuse will have to do for now.

Just like the sign, the amount of glossy white furniture and sequined clothing forces you to blink and adjust your eyes. There aren’t too many people inside, thankfully, just a moth demon posing for her friend in a red dress with the deepest v you’ve ever seen. Not your thing, but the friends cheer and squeal at the sight of it, so Molly must know her clientele quite well. 

“(Y/N)?” Molly emerges from the back, her arms full of some green, glittery fabric. She all but drops them on the checkout counter so that she can properly engulf you in a hug. It’s scary how fast she can traverse a room with all those legs, but your desperation for a proper hug is too great to be startled right now. 

“I didn’t know you were coming by today!”

“I just,” you sniff, “wanted to check up on my baby sister.”

“Aww that’s so sweet!” She squeals. “But I thought you were out with a certain you-know-who? Is he here?”

You shuffle out of her arms and embrace yourself with your own.

“Who told you that?”

“Angie did. Text me this morning that you too had a little date,” she coos.

Of course Angel would find a way to blindly inform your sister about your love life. Except that it wasn’t your love life. Just life. Normal, regular, loveless life. 

“He just happened to have some business to attend to at Rosie’s at the same time as me.”

“But he walked you there.” 

“Molly--”

“And he didn’t have to! But he did! That is so cute!”

“It’s really not, Molly,” you grumble and move deeper into the store. You trail your fingers through the silks and tulle, pretending to be interested in something from the wracks when you and Molly know there’s only ever one article in the store at a time that you would actually wear.

“You okay, hun?” She trails you through the store.

“I’m fine, Mol. Just fine. I made a great deal today, dad will be really happy. Things are going well at the hotel.” You turn to her with a sigh, hoping with expulsion of breath you will also rid you of the sobs bubbling up in your throat.

It works for a minute.

“I’m fine. I’m doing fine.” Your voice cracks at the end and Molly rushes you again, except this time you’re also being surrounded by the moth demon and her friends who apparently can’t mind their own business.

“Oh sweetie, did he hurt you?” The moth asks.

“Men are fucking pigs!” One of her friends -- a wolf -- cries.

As these complete strangers surround you with man-hating indignation, Molly rubs your back and strokes your hair.

“I-It’s okay. It’s just a guy,” you gasp.

“That’s right, it is just a guy. You don’t need him and his nasty ass.” Another friend -- a blowfish -- says as the rest of the friends and your sister release you from their grasp but remain in a circle around you like some Sisterhood Against the Radio Demon.

Oh, if only they knew that was the man they were bad mouthing right now. Actually, you kind of wish Alastor was here right now. You’d pay money to see his reaction to the Sisterhood calling his ass “nasty.” Probably confusion, mostly.

"You know what you need,” Molly chimes in. “A new outfit!”

The friends cheer and you really wish you could just melt into the clothing racks. They’re all sweet, impossibly so, for helping out a complete stranger just because of the universal experience known as “guy problems.” But the last thing you want is to be surrounded by eyes scrutinizing your body in new clothing. Your heart feels like it’s about to implode in on itself and if one person says anything about your love handles or your back fat you are definitely going to ignite this entire city block on fire.

“Molly, that really isn’t necessary--”

“I know the perfect thing! You just head back into the changing room,” she says, making her way to a shelf of silk blouses. Your eyes dart to the door, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Molly.

“Don’t. You Dare.” Her eyes flash a brief red, so you shuffle over to the changing rooms.

---

Alastor sits in Rosie’s office, well, it’s more like he’s lying down on her chez, moaning towards the ceiling, and clutching his gift to you tightly as if it were the last piece of you he had left.

Rosie watches him from her desk, looking wholy unimpressed by this display from the all-powerful Radio Demon.

“Why did I even--”

“I don’t know, Alastor.”

“I never should have--”

“No, you shouldn’t have. As intelligent as you are, dear Alastor, you can be exceptionally dumb.”

Letting out another long whine, he grips the gift box harder and rolls over onto his side. He’s an Overlord. He should not be debasing himself like this in polite company. Or anyone’s company for that matter. But this is Rosie, who was for so long the only person in the history of human existence who he could trust with his truest emotions. But even this exhibitionary indulgence is a new milestone in their relationship, one he wasn’t even ready to take right now. He can’t help it though. Not when his heart feels like it’s being gripped and twisted between two fists. Not when his stomach has taken on this horrible, aching feeling, as if he’s being repeatedly kicked there. 

The worst part is the empty feeling that has been growing deeper and wider since you left him at Rosie’s. For so long now it’s been just this nagging little spot that formed when you first met, situated in the center of his chest, reminding him that he no longer owns the piece of himself that once filled it. You do. And as long as you were with him, close to him, that hole stayed the same, was comforted by its close proximity to its missing piece. But now you were gone, and the hole has become so gaping and so hollow without you, with the thought of truly losing you forever.

“You could always go find her,” Rosie implores, shoving away the paperwork she’s fruitlessly been trying to complete.

“She said she wanted to be alone,” he moans. 

“And since when were you one to respect others’ personal space?” She doesn’t get a response. He just rubs his face deeper into her chez, ruining the fabric with his blubbering. Part of her wants to relish the sight of her egotistical, maniacal, normally heartless friend reduced to a weepling in front of her. But the bigger part of her just really wants to get back to her work and Alastor’s need for validation is in direct conflict of that. 

“Alastor,” she sighs, “I know she wanted to be alone, but honestly, this might be an appropriate time for you to tell her how you feel. Or at least to try and remedy the situation a tad.”

Alastor sits up, shoulders hunched.

“Really?”

“Yes, you emotionally obtuse oaf. Go! Be romantic! Be spontaneous!” Get the Hell out of my office, she wants to add. 

Rosie goes over to him and all but yanks him off the chez. She places a jovial arm around his shoulders but is shoving him quickly through her store, past her girls, and outside.

“Good luck, darling!” She calls as she pushes him onto the street. He whips around, eyes briefly flashing her his radio dials but her motherly wave quickly reminds him of the task at hand. 

The dials disappear but he shoots her an uncharacteristic glare before he puts on his smile. He summons a shadow to traverse the Pentagram in search of you. As his shadow wiggles off, he begins his stroll through the streets roughly in the direction you were heading.

---

Molly brings you a red silk blouse and a red and black plaid pencil skirt. They seem modest enough but you dread the way the skirt will make your curves look, the lumps and thickness it will accentuate. The blouse is nice though, if not a bit tight around the stomach, but it makes your chest look amazing. You try looking for the flared skirt you came in with, but not so mysteriously, your clothes seem to be missing. Thanks, Molly. 

You have two options now. Go out into the store in front of strangers and in front of the giant windows Molly has in the front, or squeeze into the skirt, suffer through it for five minutes, and then demand your clothes back.

Once you actually have the skirt on it’s not... that bad. It digs into your waist just a tad, making your back straighten to make breathing easier. The fabric is thick, wool-like, but soft to the touch. It comes to your knees, probably the only skirt in the store that does so, and much to your surprise, it smooths out every piece of pudge even without tights. You look at yourself in the mirror and you look... lovely. Elegant, with a hint of sexy that looks good on you for once. 

Peaking your head out of the room, you see Molly and the group of friends -- Ramona, Hugh, Paul, and Chandler, you’ve since learned -- eagerly eyeing the dressing rooms. They’re all sitting on the pink, crushed velvet couch Molly has set up for shoppers, their knees bouncing with anticipation. 

You move your body out inch by inch, as if to step out of the room too quickly would cause your body to burst into flames. The closer you get to the main room, the hotter your body burns with embarrassment, the harsher the feeling of invisible eyes feel on you. You know that Molly won’t tease you, that she is a constant purveyor of how naturally gorgeous you are. But somewhere in the back of your head, the harsh words of your mother hammer away. You can just imagine that Ramona and Hugh and Paul and Chandler and whoever peaks through Molly’s windows will have some awful things to say. It wouldn’t be anything new, you’ve heard it all. Doesn’t mean you want to keep hearing it.

Molly spots your hair poking out of the doorway and squeals. Your “new friends” squeal in response and then it’s just a chain reaction of everyone squealing and cheering at you. You creep further into the room and Molly pushes you the rest of the way onto the fitting pedestal. 

“Do a twirl!” Molly yells and the rest of them start chanting until you do, in fact, twirl on the pedestal. More squealing. Their joy and support become infectious, and slowly you pull your arms away from their place shielding your stomach. 

You look head on at the three full length mirrors set up opposite the couch, you don’t shy away. You’re loving how you look in this moment, you find it impossible to fixate on the lumps and bumps anymore. It feels as though you made to look like this, still so completely you and yet as beautiful as you always wished you felt. It’s perfect now.

“Go off, girl!” Chandler yells.

“Your man is going to wish he had you back,” Hugh cheers.

“If he bothers you again you call us and we’ll all beat his ass,” Ramona says and her friends whoop in agreement.

Behind you, you can hear the jingle of the bell hanging from the door. Raising your head to stare at the door through the mirror, (e/c) eyes meet glowing red ones, wide with shock. He has a sheepish smile, not all teeth like his “going out” smile, but just as wide. He has that damn box in his hands, his claws tapping the sides. 

Everything goes quiet and you might as well have been the only two people in the room. Molly ushers Ramona and her friends into the back room before the terror can fully set in and you’re grateful. You don’t really want anyone nearby for whatever is about to happen. 

Once everyone is out of the line of fire, you sigh and turn to face him, willing the confidence from your little fashion show to sustain you for just a little longer. 

“Alastor.”

He doesn’t say anything back, eyes still trained on you, because what is he supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry for taking you to a cesspool of women thirsting after me?’ ‘I’m sorry I’m such a tainted, wretched soul who is so undeserving of you?’ ‘I’m sorry I’m too much of a coward to tell you I love you?’ He pulls the box closer to his chest. 

“You look stunning,” is all he can muster. Not horrible, probably not the best thing either, though.

“I know,” you say back, keeping your face stern.

His smile grows wider but remains sheepish, maybe even bashful, which is impossible because when has Alastor ever been bashful? 

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he murmurs.

“I’m really fine, Alastor,” you lie. “You don’t have as much of an effect on people as you think.” Another lie.

“There are millions of dead souls who would beg to differ but--”

You send him the most seething glare you can muster and he pulls back. He looks back down to the gift, eyeing it as if it has all the answers, the map to getting back what’s been lost between you.

“I apologize if you were uncomfortable. That was not my intention.” 

“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you seethe. “I wasn’t anything except tired and overcome with a desire to see my sister.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” he says as he starts to roam around the store while remaining a safe distance from you. In the mirror, you catch the red glint in your eyes and blink to force it away.

Words start to pour from your mouth, recklessly and unhinged, “And you don’t owe me anything. I don’t need you following me around town after I explicitly told you not to follow me. I don’t need you to “escort” me to meetings just so you can see your girl toys. I’m not an excuse, I’m not a guise. I can take care of myself, lord knows I’ve done so for decades without you.”

“I know.” You were expecting the room to burst into flames and for the sound of radio static to overwhelm you, not for him to remain smiling down at the floor, albeit with a hint of melancholy.

“You know?”

“I know.” He starts to take small steps towards you. “I know you don’t need me, you proved that today. You are more than brilliant and poised and powerful in your own right. I know that. But I’m afraid that what has happened is rather the opposite.”

He makes it to the pedestal and even with the extra inches you are barely as tall as him. But he has never seemed so small to you in this moment.

He is not a man who cowers, he does not beg, that shows weakness and he learned from a young age that you cannot afford weakness. Don’t show your neck, don’t bow your head, stand as tall as you can and bare your teeth. He can’t do that, though, not with you. What you need is openness and vulnerability from him, signs that you bring out something that no one else can.

“My dear, you do not need me,” he whispers and holds out the box to you. Somehow you tear your eyes away to focus on unraveling the bow and peel back the packing paper. There, glittering on a small slice of foam, are two necklaces: one a heart with a keyhole cut out, the other, the matching key.

Alastor dips two claws into the package and takes with him the heart-shaped lock, and to your surprise, he clasps it to his own neck.

“But I, dearly and desperately, need you.” He plucks the key from the box and holds it out to you in the palm of his hand. 

“Alastor...”

“You can say no. You can throw this in my face and I won’t stop you,” he smiles sadly. “But you will always, in a way, have it. You will always have me.”

You’re not an impulsive person, not really, and not compared to your siblings and friends. Now that you think about it, you’ve never actually had an urge like that. Until now. Until the feeling of something glowing and bright moving up from the pit of your stomach, through your throat and your vessels until they reached your chest.

You surge forward, pull him down by his lapels, and kiss him. He tenses initially, and you hear the familiar pop of a radio cutting in and out, before he melts against you. One arm encircles your waist and the other goes into your hair, keeping you securely against him. The kiss itself is a little sloppy on his part, inexperienced and cautious, which makes sense considering his aversion to intimate activities. But there’s a relief in the inexperience, in knowing that you’re one of, if not the, first one to do this with him. It doesn’t go any further than passionate lip-locking, but the way he clings to you and you to him, like two cogs sliding together, is more than enough for you both. 

When you pull away he chases after you and his arms tighten. He’s not quite ready for you to be any less than a few centimeters from him. You release a giddy giggle and lean your forehead against his own, noses nuzzling, heartbeats sharing. You feel cool metal against your neck and look down, spotting your half of the necklace resting against your chest.

“We should go,” you whisper.

“Mm, go where?” He asks as he begins to sway your entangled bodies back and forth.

“Somewhere far away from the eager ears of my sister.”

Alastor’s ears perk up and his eyes dart to the back room, where he can just catch a retreating shadow, presumably belonging to Molly.

“You might be right about that, dearest.”

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Alastor’s Possible Backstory, Emotional, And Mental State.

Okay, so, I find Alastor from Hazbin Hotel one of the few characters that interest me due to his sheer mysterious aura. He has a lot of secrets and I’d like to dissect this man down to his mannerisms, his beliefs, his (low-key/high-key?) pessimistic view of life, and his use of voodoo. I personally am not a fan of the said show since it’s pretty vulgar and hasn’t caught my attention due to the possible problems I see in the show (Why the heck did the God in this universe allow a hierarchy to take place AND give people superpowers by turning them into magical animals and such? Why did he even make a Hell?) 

But anyway, I’m not here to discuss my likes and dislikes about the show, I'm here to discuss the Radio Demon and what could have possibly happened in his life as a child to start this craziness and explain his complex personality, mental state, and emotional state. Alrighty with that being said, LET’S DISSECT!

ＭＥＮＴＡ L~𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓐𝓛 ~BEGINNING

Dude’s got a mental problem fam, and I'm not saying this just cause this man’s teeth are as yellow as Bill Cipher’s entire existence. No, no, no this man is crazy for not just his unhinged need to see other’s fail and to have utter and complete control(Will tackle later) he’s crazy for his huge narcissistic behavior. Dude, Honestly thinks he’s better than everyone and ONLY allows those he thinks are worthy into his “friend” circle. I quote friend because I’m not too sure how exactly and deeply he feels about Rosie aside from their relationship being like Jack and Mary from Mary Poppins Returns, as stated by Vivzie on twitter. He finds those who don’t always smile as people who are WEAK and LAUGHABLE and regardless of how they are, he still finds them to be weak, which BY GOD is such a flawed way of thinking GEEZ. Now after reading about Alastor and becoming more intrigued, I decided to do research on his behavior and when and how it starts. 

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐦 has 9 defining traits. I’ll go over a few that I’ve noticed.

1. He really thinks he’s more important than anyone else and has shown this through his mannerisms, the way he speaks, his vibe and just his general character scream “I’m better than you!”

2. HE LOVES SHOWING OFF! Dude can’t seem to get enough of the spotlight, thus why he LOVES to broadcast his carnage on the radio! Why else would he do so!? He finds constant admiration and respect when he does his “little” display of power!

3. Now, we ALL know he has done some pretty...gruesome things to claim strength and be seen as the strongest, even when there are others who are stronger he displays himself as if he is more dominating and wouldn’t waste his time with, how you say, vermin. This is evident by his response to Vox

You can find where I found this here at Faustisse’s cleanup and Inking vid of the upcoming Alastor Comic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_15UYpcWJ_Q

In case it is too hard to read due to the bad quality, Alastor is saying “Show off all that and no cattle.” which is pretty much  “all hat, no cattle” (or, alternately, “big hat, no cattle”) which refers to someone who is all talk with no action, power, or substance behind his/her words. I’d applaud this power move, and still kinda do, if it weren’t for this dudes BIG HEAD lol.

BUT, you get the point, the dude is an egomaniac! “We already knew this, I mean DUH!” you say to me pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why do you point out the obvious?!”

Well, notice how severe and prevalent these traits are. Don’t you find it odd how this dude has SEVERE megalomania? Well, I did research and found out that Narcissism has a very sad connection most of the time and affects males more than females.

at https://www.healthdirect.gov.au/causes-of-npd here’s what I found

Notice the parental factors during early childhood are all abuse-related. This could very well be one, if not the main reason, why Al is the way he is: He was abused as a child! And to make matters worse, as I was looking deeper into this, I noticed that sexual abuse is ANOTHER factor, which would explain why Alastor doesn’t like being touched without consent or by surprise but will GLADLY invade other’s personal space to feel in control (He's a hypocrite like that). Sexual assault victims ALSO don’t like being touched without consent so this just adds more proof to my claim! And serial killers tend to have a rough family life and have been molested, taken advantage of, neglected, or all of the above! 

It’s also come to my attention that Alastor enjoys talking with women more than men for 2 reasons. 1) Alastor finds it easier and more enjoyable to talk with women. 2) He finds men to be dumb brutes at least in hell.

I give COMPLETE CREDIT to @dollymoon

Thank you for the awesome amount of facts you’ve provided! RESPECT! https://www.tumblr/dollymoon

Alastor most likely has a very harsh grudge against the world due to his treatment as a young child. His abuse, and possible loss of his mother growing up, lead to him finding joy in seeing those suffer and fail EVERY SINGLE TIME! Notice the way he talks creepily to Charlie about watching sinners “Repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pits of F A I L U R E.” Look at this man’s face as he’s saying this! The man looks turned on with the VERY fact of people suffering, that’s his kink, y’all, he a damn sadist! (No, being asexual doesn’t mean you can’t have kinks, I’ve checked, lol. Got you fam.) Ima kink shame the hell out of this man (Pun-unintended) 

Ahem, anyway, this dude has got a hate boner for the world and finds relief when exacting pain on others because he feels wronged and feels the world is to blame. He does seem to acknowledge and accept that where he’s at is the end of the road for those who want to change, their chance was when they were alive, and has accepted that this is the natural order of things and they can’t fix that. I had this vibe that he must have gone to church as a kid due to his mom being religious and he loved his mom so he obeyed, Has been stated by Faustisse that he’s a mama’s boy, BUT remember, Vivzie said anything that comes out of HER mouth is what’s canon. Unless she has already stated it as fact any other info can’t be trusted. (Even though this info is PAINSTAKINGLY clear just by him mentioning his mother’s cooking and it just makes too much sense, lol.)

So he must have grown up to be low-key violent but with manners like he practiced being slick and suave in order to trick people into trusting him so that he may kill them without getting caught, which would work perfectly with him not chasing people due to his moral code. He practiced and practiced and seeing as how he was well-off in his later years, I’d assume he started doing his radio schtick when he was in his early 20s or at the age of 18. So he began when the roaring 20s was just starting, a new beginning for him! 

Alastor's name means "he who does not forget", "avenger", "persecutor", "tormenter", "one who suffers from divine vengeance".

(This also makes me think his real name is Alexander/Alexandre since it's the exact opposite of his Hell-Name and more interestingly, in terms of name-giving traditions, between the latter half of the Spanish period (1790-1803) and the beginning of Jim Crow Segregation (1893-1964), gallicized names of classical Greek and Roman origins dominated in Loiusiana. This may be due, in whole, or in part, to the fact that New Orleans had North America’s (excluding Central America and the Caribbean) first Opera Houses and Theatres, owned, frequented and operated by Creoles from Louisiana, Cuba and Saint-Domingue/Haiti. Adonis is my second choice since It literally means "handsome man" and that would totally fit him for his handsomeness to the fact I feel that his mom would def name him this outside of Alexander/Alexandre.) http://www.mylhcv.com/common-creole-names-for-males/

This is a HEAVY hint to what happened in his life and why he’s so drawn to seeing people fail and helps hold my theory together quite a bit, if not a lot. Of all the names to give this dude, he was given a name that legit is on par with the word “Vengeance” and “Avenger”. Vengeance for what? Avenge who? He was wronged. He possibly is angered also by the death of his mother, who was most likely his ONLY ray of light. He is a broken man who most likely has insecurities, based on the info of narcissism which tells us that narcissistic people are the most insecure sorts of people. Alastor is aware of this and sees it as a weakness, something to be culled and hidden from the world never seeing the light of day. His only way of making himself feel stronger and more in control was through voodoo and cannibalism. Many Cannibals believe to be the bees-knees since they go a step FURTHER into crime by devouring their victims and placing themselves into a rank different and more feared by the rest. They see that no one else would even have the balls to attempt to reach that spot, which again leads back to the way Alastor thinks. He just adds oil to the fire when doing voodoo and doing BLOOD RITUALS which you can see him doing when attacking Sir Pentious!  https://twitter.com/hntrgurl13/status/1197918059836690433?s=20

Dude has so much baggage that he hides behind a smile he thinks ALONE brings strength like niBBa are you serious? I’d like to see this man try and say that to the faces of strong people like Superman, Goku, Midoriya, Naruto, Broly, Wonder Woman, GOD. Yo even GOD shows emotions. Wanna know why these beings are strong? It ain’t just cause they smile, Nah, it’s cause they’re determined or the very literal embodiment of determination. they have a damn balance and that strength helps them smile through the pain, they don’t need to exhibit a smile to be strong cause them being themselves and having the strong mentality is what gives them strength, not a damn smile. Watch Charlie hit him with the good old reality check when the man attempts to freaking take over her joint (Both hotel and hell) and she proves strength ain’t just gained through smiling or dominating others. He high-key sounds weak for even having that mindset, only weaklings think like this. He has a very weak view of life which brought forth a monster, or should I say DEMON.

Here’s the info of him not liking being touched.

I’d also like you guys to keep in mind that Vivzie has stated that none of the characters have split personalities, proving Al knows EXACTLY what he's doing.

It’s all them but some have a DUALITY to them. As hinted at by the word "dual" within it, duality refers to having two parts, often(but not always) with opposite meanings, like the duality of good and evil. If there are two sides to a coin, metaphorically speaking, there's a duality. Notice how Alastor also has a duality in him. What kind tho? Remember those shadows that follow him everywhere? Yeah I'm pretty sure those shadows represents his duality in some way, shape, or form.

I also forgot to add that Masochism and Sadism both ALSO stem from the same things Narcissism does or similar things like being sexually abused as a kid. Remember not all cases are the same, I just wanted to put that out there (Not sure If Al is still a Masochist since that’s old info from him being just a deer and liked it when people tried to kill him.)

So in conclusion:

-Dude was possibly abused as a child by his Father

-he hates society/the world due to his terrible child life

-He possibly feels shame for what he has done and thus has accepted his fate

-He loves his mama and MOST LIKELY hates his father who probs is the one who did him a terrible service for just being his father growing up, this would explain his view on men as well

-He also feels shame for being so weak to even allow his father or any male figure to do what they did to him

-Man gets turned on when seeing people like sinners suffer.

KEEP. IN. MIND. None of this excuses his terrible behavior and excuses for being so power-hungry, He’s an interesting character and I love his quirks but he is by no means a victim without faults. He is a product of society and that’s sad but he needs to pay for his horrible actions. Cannibalism is going to far, using you and your victim’s blood for voodoo isn’t excusable, and just killing someone for the sake of vengeance won’t make the pain go away, so nothing he does that involves harming people is cute or a way to suppress his anger, which he’ll have to learn the hard way in this story, I bet. Hopefully, it’s done well cause he’s still very much a bad guy regardless of the fact that he is aiding charlie.

WHEW, that was a long post, one of my longest ones! I really wanted to write out my thoughts on this character cause I’m ALWAYS intrigued by the mystery characters like him withhold. They tend to have hints to their behavior and it was really fun traveling through the possibilities of his nature. I’m probably 100% wrong about all of what I said since I am still not sure about everything and I researched as much as I could. I wouldn’t have had such an easy time if it wasn’t for @dollymoon and their amazing efforts to inform the community, y’all crazy but y’all dedicated so respect. I am not part of the community so I wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint all the info and more. So this is my piece on Alastor the Radio Demon, a.k.a dude who looks like he’s taken ecstasy. 

P.S

-Why is this man wearing a torn up and ragged jacket when he can easily make himself a better freaking jacket? The man wore a one that was fresh as hell during his reprise, so what gives?! and why in God’s name is his damn teeth yellow? How you gonna say “You're never fully dressed without a smile” but got on one of the dirtiest smiles I’ve ever freaking seen? I'd rather not smile and be strong than to wear my clothes at its dirtiest(his smile I mean). Ain’t no way in the fresh hell would I invite an edgy radioman, who I know does voodoo, into my damn house, I am too black/Haitian for that bull.

-Y’all finna tell me why y’all falling for a man who canonically has stank breathe...?

At least clean his damn teeth and give him a mint first, D A M N people!

again, thank you very much @dollymoon

but yeah, that’s my theory y’all, hope you enjoy and sorry for the constant repetition in here! DISSECTION OVER. . .

[dragonshoard]

So how do u feel about Charlastor, but w/ the added bonus of Charlie actually having miltonian style eldritch angel qualities just vaguely crammed into the humanoid shape of a person? Like, wings, disembodied noneuclidean eyes and shapes, burning wheels of fire or multiple animal heads? Thoughts &feelings of both Charlie & Alastor on the matter? And separately, what could possibly happen do you think to make Charlie ever try to aim to accomplish what Lucifer couldn't, overthrowing God?

YES YES YES SO MANY TIMES YES (Thank you so much for the questions!! I really enjoyed writing this :D)

… Like, wings, disembodied noneuclidean eyes and shapes, burning wheels of fire or multiple animal heads?

Angel or Angel-like!Charlie is literally my jam. I imagine her developing or being born with white wings versus her father’s black, burnt ones and it causing a genuine freak out from both her parents and eventually her friends. Vaggie would be, of course, the first to know and wouldn’t be overly shocked after she thinks about it nor would Charlie’s other friends. 

She hides her true demon form in canon, so I think she’d do a pretty good job keeping it under wraps unless she’s super excited or mad and even then only a few traits come out (slight distortions of her surroundings or even her flaming halo that one time). 

If we’re talking about her being born like that, well, I’d imagine her parents would have wanted to hide the fact that she had inherited those traits (when she was younger, they always hide her away on extermination days) and no one would actually know other than Vaggie until much later.

Thoughts & feelings of both Charlie & Alastor on the matter?

Charlie would be constantly aware and reminded of how different she is from everyone else. Sometimes her skin feels too tight and her eyes catch things that she shouldn’t have seen that startles her. Her limbs ache to be longer and she feels like she’s walking around blind sometimes without being able to see everything around her. Her many wings, even when not out, push against her skin. Brilliantly white feathers grow where they shouldn’t, because they want to be seen and her skin is simply not big enough to fit all of her wings without hurting. 

She feels her halo burning regardless of whether it is visible or not and she’s always surrounded by flames, whether it be hellborne or holy. 

Charlie’s lived with it her entire life so she’s used to it and is still, regardless, a big ball of joy and happiness 

When Alastor finds out he would quietly be like: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT. He’d be so excited and fascinated with the idea of a demon who, by operational definition, was an angel. 

He’s a demon attracted to power and things that amuse him. She’s the equivalent of ten beautifully wrapped presents on Christmas morning. Her other limbs and attributes just make her all that more special. She is utterly fascinating to him and he wants nothing more than to spend his time gazing at the eldritch horror that is all of her (and to eventually show her his own true form).

Her abilities are right up his alley too, if I’m being honest. I have Alastor pegged as a demon who can bend reality to his will and Charlie would have similar abilities in that her abilities have a passive deceptive nature to them that slightly alters the reality that surrounds her. For lack of better words, they vibe xD

All in all, it just makes Charlie even more interesting and attractive to him because she’s suddenly incredibly unique and her powers would resonate with his on a very base level (almost like SOULMATES I NEED THIS AU RN). It makes being in her presence a pleasant sensation because they would both be giving out passive chaotic energy that just blends really well together. 

On another hand, he also realizes while he has made an alliance with someone who will objectively be as strong, if not stronger, than him, he may have also made an enemy of himself to much higher powers just by being associated with her. 

It should probably bother him, but it really doesn’t. He hasn’t had this much fun in years and and he absolutely adores the idea of the chaos it would cause if her little secret were to get out. 

Charlie would be shocked that Alastor doesn’t mind her… differences. At the beginning it makes her even more wary of him than she initially is because any other self-respecting demon would have either ran the other direction or tried to fight her. Despite this, Charlie is typically a touchy and feely type of gal, so she is far less concerned than (in hindsight) she should be when she starts feeling comfortable enough to cling to or touch Alastor. 

And the thing is that Alastor lets her despite hating other people touching him. 

Charlie going after God?

Hmmm. I could definitely see her going after the angels and, as a result, going after God if an angel came after Alastor or any of her friends during the extermination. I don’t know how people are picked for extermination, so I’m just going to say that they go after a wide range of demons. 

When they come after Alastor, she would probably kill one of them by accident. I imagine Alastor giving her a gorgeous jewel-bladed cane (you know one of those canes that circus ringmasters use, but then comes apart and reveals itself to be a sword) as an anniversary present. What he doesn’t tell her is that it’s a reforged angel blade that he was able to acquire and modify through multiple favors over the years. 

Charlie, of course, doesn’t know this until she’s stabbed the sword into an angel’s stomach. 

Alastor is more than delighted and BEYOND ecstatic (his beloved’s first kill, finally). He’s even more so, when she is forced to defend herself from the other enraged angel’s attacks. Alastor actually has to overlap his hands on hers over the handle of the blade and force it down onto the last angel or else she wouldn’t have done it. 

Charlie is understandably bloody and shaken when she looks at Alastor with a thousand questions, but unable to ask any of them. Alastor, in true fashion, just smiles at her with all teeth on display, looking viciously victorious. 

She starts a war with that stunt. Charlie doesn’t have much of choice but to fight and to win. For herself, for her people, for her father and her friends. 

For Alastor, who was still on the list for extermination and wouldn’t be marked off their list until he was dead. 

[tired-fandom-ndn]

So. My thoughts on Alastor/Vox in a VAAV context.

Let's get general headcanons for Vox out of the way now.

Vox is a human soul demon, one of the modern overlords.

He's the media mogul of Hell, and works closely with Valentino (dominates sex industry) and that one woman they were hanging with (dominates fashion industry)

He died in the late 1990s or early 2000s; I know that that's later than most people ping him, but I'm pretty sure he's a computer monitor instead of a tv.

Probably died from a studio fire or something. He seems like the kind of guy who cuts corners when it comes to employee safety, and I like the idea of that biting him in the ass.

How do he and Alastor know each other?

Maybe they form an alliance and start working together on their own. This would be the easiest scenario because it’d basically be a cheesy romcom.

oh no, their fingers brushed over the soundboard and they both blushed and looked away!

oh gosh, their eyes met while murdering a demon and now they can’t look away from each other! 

oh, their faces are so close that they might. . . just. . . . . . . kiss. . . . . . . . . . . . 😳

will their love persist? will alastor stay in christmas village or will he go back to his work-driven ex who forgot their anniversary the hotel? will vox fight for them to be together, even against all odds? will they both finally get the wish they made upon the north star murder husband they always needed?

the drama! the murder! the suspense! the passion! the romance~!

Maybe they worked together for a short while when Vox first manifested and eventually had a falling out, probably over Alastor's reluctance to embrace modern tech.

Maybe they only knew each other through meetings and other run-ins but didn't get along because of how they're simultaneously so similar and so different.

Either way, they know each other but don't get along too well. Which is a shame because they're both aware that they could be great together.

So anyway. Fast forward to established Alastor/Angel/Valentino.

Vox and Val are hanging out, maybe with Lolita or maybe not, and talking about the weird relationship that Val is in that somehow is working.

And then Val starts to Vox talking about Alastor.

"so I know about that weird crush you've had since forever"

"go fuck yourself"

"and if you want, i can introduce you two officially and you can get a fresh start and see where things go"

"................ go on"

Cause the way I see it, Vox has a huge thing for Alastor but, being an idiot, has no idea how to express that in a normal way.

He did all the gross and inappropriate flirting that always worked before and it just made Alastor clam up (for now obvious reasons).

Then he turned to the demon equivalent of pulling pigtails, and we all see how well that turned out.

Alastor thinks Vox hates him and, in response, has started seeing Vox as a very dangerous threat to his well-being.

long story short, they're both messes who don't know how to communicate

So Val and Angel essentially force them into a room together and, somehow, they eventually start to talk and figure out that they’re both idiots and agree to give the chemistry between them a shot (with Angel and Val’s blessings).

They probably start actually working together too. With these two on the same side for once, or again with Vox being stronger and having a more established presence, they’d probably end up basically being the most powerful overlords in Hell. They’d have a chokehold on almost all media and any information passing through the news, radio stations, theaters, other tv programs, etc.

But what I really want to figure out is what their relationship is actually like.

Are they soft and classic like Angel and Alastor are? With a lot of dates and quality time spent together?

Or are they more fast-paced and fiery, like Angel and Valentino?

Do they actually love each other, or are they at least on their way? Is their relationship queerplatonic? Or is their mutual attraction formed out of fascination and the desire to finally have an equal?

Is their relationship strong and stable, or is it essentially a house of cards built on a slope? Do they fight often? Are their fights violent or just verbal?

Do they have sex? Angel and Alastor don’t, but I headcanon Alastor as sex neutral. If they do have sex, what is their dynamic like with that? Are they good at communicating their needs, desires, and limits? Do they respect each other’s boundaries? If they don’t have sex, does that cause friction in their relationship? Does it make Vox feel resentful or like he’s not good enough? Do they sit through and talk about it, or does Vox stew in silence until it’s too much and he explodes?

Do they hunt together? Do they sit down to eat together, even though Vox doesn’t have a mouth to eat with?

i need to know

Anyway. There’s all my nonsensical ramblings. Feel free to share your thoughts.

[ashitpos-t]

I’m A Fool To Want You

Chapter 2 of my Husk x Fem!Reader on my AO3 account.

CW: Murder, Suggestive Themes, and Alcohol

Your arms became covered in goosebumps as the smaller demon opened the door only to be greeted by a loud, almost deafening sound of a radio sputter that enveloped the air, causing your ears to press against the sides of your head along with a wince in your features.  Your heart skipped a beat at the frighteningly tall deer demon standing in the door way.  You instantly recognized that face, those clothes, and the cocky expression.

It was the radio demon.

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"hell-" Charlie immediately slams the door in his face, eyes shooting to your own as you find yourself to be standing nearly frozen in place.

She opens the door again just long enough for him to finish greeting, "lo!-" before she slams it on his face again.  Charlie then calls for the moth demon, "Vaggie?" The girl you now knew as Vaggie replied, "what?" in an annoyed tone. 

"The radio demon is at the door," Charlie says with a forced smile, "What?" Vaggie exclaims worriedly, the spider demon only saying, "uh, who?"

"What should I do?" Charlie asks, pulling her cheeks down in worry, Vaggie scoffs, "Well don't let him in!"

Charlie pointedly looks at the door before opening it once again, much to your's and Vaggie's dismay, which allows the radio demon to finally finish what hes been trying to say.

"May I speak now?" he asks, "You may," Charlie puts, before being cut off by the deer demon, "Alastor!" he shoots out his arm for her to shake, "pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart! Quite a pleasure." He brushes past her form into the hotel exuberantly "excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco in the picture show! And I just couldn't resist, what a performance!" he nearly swoons just next to you, making you take a few steps back from him.

"Why I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of nineteen-twenty-nine!" he laughs, walking towards the lobby, "so many orphans-"

He only stops his eternal yapping when Vaggie runs up to him with a spear pointed at his neck, "Stop right there! Cabron hijo de perra, I know your game, and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous, cheesy, talk-show shitlord!" He laughs at her seemingly frugal attempt at getting him out of the hotel, "Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here," his eyes turned to radio dials, and you could feel your blood run cold, "I would've done so already."  It seemed like all kinds of demonic shapes and auras emitted from the guy, a shiver ran down your spine at the sight of him.

He shook his head, "Now I'm here because I want to help!"  the two girls looked at him unconvinced, "say what now?" Charlie spoke up.

"Help!" he leaned into their space, "hello! is this thing on? testing, testing!" he tapped his microphone, a big eye opening from the place he tapped, "well I heard you loud and clear!"

"You want to help? with-" he interrupted her again, "with this ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it." he finished, the large grin he wore cementing it's place on his features.

You scoffed at his want to "help", Charlie questioned, "uh, why?" he laughed, "why does anyone do anything? sheer, absolute, boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades, my work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless!" he shoves Vaggie to the side, "I've come to crave a new form of entertainment!" he laughs.

"does getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?" Charlie asks nervously, Alastor merely laughs at this, "It's the purest kind my dear, reality! true passion! After all, the world is a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment." he says, smiling into the sentence while his voice slightly cleared of static, the whole display making your heart skip a beat.

Charlie looked to Alastor hopefully, "So, does this mean you think it's, possible to rehabilitate a demon?" he laughs at her display, "of course not! that's wacky nonsense. Redemption- Oh! the nonexistent humanity, nononono, I don't think there's anything left that can save such loathsome sinners!" You, Angel and Vaggie grimaced at his jab to the three of you, "The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!" he gestured widely to the hotel, "There is no undoing what is done."

"So," Charlie interjected, "Then why do you want to help me if you don't believe in my cause?" He cracked a devilish smile, "Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself! I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment, only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure." Charlie took the radio-host's claw off of her shoulder, "Riggght," He nodded, "Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way and who better to help you then-" his voice trailed off as you walked over to the couch to sit with Vaggie and Angel.

"So uh," Angel started to gesture to Alastor, "whats the deal with smiles over there?"

"Wait, You've never heard of him before?" the two of you both said, a look of surprise on both of your faces.

"You've been longer than me!" Vaggie commented, Angel simply shrugging towards the two of you.

"The radio demon," you started, Vaggie nodding along, "One of the most powerful beings hell has ever seen."

"eh, not big on politics," he crossed a set of his arms.

Vaggie sighed, "decades ago, Alastor manifested in hell, seemingly overnight." she gestured a bit to emphasize her point, "He had begun to topple overlords who had been dominant for centuries.  That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before.  Then he broadcast his carnage all throughout hell, just so everyone could witness his ability.  Sinners started calling him, the radio demon"

You then added, "as lazy as that is,"

Vaggie nodded, "Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils.  But one things for sure, he's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased."

"ya done?" Angel commented, beginning to laugh, "he looks like a strawberry pimp!"

You laughed a bit at his remark, "well, I don't trust him." Vaggie replied.

"to be fair," he started, looking at her with a smug face, "do you trust any man? Any men? Men?"

Vaggie looked at him tiredly before leaving the two of you on the couch to talk to Charlie.

"Charlie! listen to me.  You can't believe this creep," she side eyed him, "he isn't just a happy face! he's a deal maker, pure evil.  He can't be redeemed, and is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we're trying to do."  you hated to eavesdrop, but you wanted to know more of everyone at the hotel respectively.

Charlie countered, "I, uh, we don't know that, look! I know he's bad and I know he probably doesn't wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance. To have faith things will be better, how can I turn someone away?  I can't.  It goes against everything I'm trying to do. Everything I believe in."  she put her hands on Vaggie's shoulders, "just, trust me, I can take care of myself."

"Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him." The two looked over at him, "Don't worry, I picked up one thing from my dad," she imitated his voice, "You don't take shit from other demons."

You tuned out most of what was being said, until Alastor perks up, "So it's a deal then?" green light starts to emanate from his hand, and the lot of you struggle to stand against the sudden winds of his power, yest Charlie cuts it off, "Nope! No shaking, no deals, I-" she nervously sighs, "as princess of hell and heir to the throne I uh- hereby order that you help with this hotel, for as long as you desire." Vaggie shifts on her toes, "Sound fair?"

Alastor pretends to think for a moment, "Fair enough!"

"cool beans," Charlie mutters, giving him two, very nervous, thumbs up.

You and Angel dust walk over to the concierge stand, both relatively fed up with whatever the hell was going on.  You lay your head on hand, sighing into your palm.

Angel looks over to you, "So I uh, never got yer name toots," you look over to him and straighten yourself out to be level with him, extending your hand, "My name's y/n," he smirked while taking your hand.

"Sure you already know me," he fluffed up his chest fur, "the name's Angel Dust." You nodded, already knowing his name.

Alastor walks up to the two of you before you can continue the conversation, "And what can you do my effeminate fellow?"

He gives him a once over before replying, "I can suck ya dick."

Alastor's smile freezes, "Ha! No."

"Yer loss," Angel finishes, enticing a laugh out of you as he grins to face you.

Alastor then looks over to you, obviously questioning everyone in the hotel, "Now I'm just hoping you don't do whatever this ruffian does?"

"I'm here for the whole redemption thing?" you slowly reply, clearly not interested in helping out.

He only sighs at you before turning around, "well this just won't do!  I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up." he says with a snap.

The fire place sparks to life, only to show an array of flames and get fixed up in an instant, all before a small black being seems to nest within the fire.  He reaches down to pick it up, and when he does, a big eye opens up from the tiny form before the black ash dusts off of the little being, showing a small dress, single large eye, and a cute short hairstyle.

Alastor then introduces the small girl while dropping her to the ground, "This little darling is Niffty!"

"Hi! I'm Niffty!" She waves, "It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends."

She gestures to the lot of you, "Why are you all women?" She picks up Charile to look under her, "Are any men here?! Sorry, that was rude. Oh man! This place is filthy, it really needs a lady's touch which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense," She says while scattering around the hotel, lightly dusting as she talks, "Oh my gosh, this is awful!" She then proceeds to clean while saying offhanded comments whenever she finds something out of the ordinary.

"Hah! Read em and weep boys, full- ohhhhh" A taupe, winged cat demon says from the right of where you all were standing.

A seemingly bar setting complete with a pool table appears in the middle of the hotel, transforming the concierge stand into a bar table.

"The hell?  What the fuck is this?" The demon looks up and points to Alastor, "you."

"Ah! Husker, my good friend, glad you could make it!" he purrs.

"Don't you husker me, you son of a bitch, I was about to win the whole damn pot!" He gestures to a stack of money and chips that disappears due to Alastor's power.

"Good to see you too!" Alastor smirks

The cat slaps his clawed hand to his face, "what the hell do you want from me this time?" He asks, sitting at the pool table.

"My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services," he waves his hand, "I hope that's okay."

"Are you shittin me?" Husk growls.

"Hm," Alastor begins with a smug grin, "No, I don't think so!"

Husk gets Alastor off of him, while flaring his wings out, "You thought it would be some kind of big fuckin' riot just to pull me outta nowhere?" You flinched a bit at his yelling, "You think I'm some kinda fuckin' clown?"

He hesitates for a moment, "maybe." a large grin become evident on his face.

"I ain't doin no fuckin' charity job," Husk growls just before the demon appears next to him, holding him flush against his own body, you felt bad for the cat.

Alastor spoke up, "well I figured you'd be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment!" he motioned towards the bar, a small welcome sign above it.

"With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you!" he forced husk's face into a smile before swiftly turning around to head to the bar.

"Don't worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming, if you wish." he spoke, his voice getting abruptly clear at the end of his sentence while his arm swiped to reveal a bottle of "cheap booze".

"What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?" Husk said in an accusatory manor, mocking his gestures, "Well ya can!" he finished, grabbing the bottle and gulping down it's contents.

"Hey! Hey, Hey Hey Hey, no bar! No alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of brothel, man cave!-" Vaggie gets tackled to the ground by Angel, "Shut up! Shut. Up! We are keeping this." he aggravates, pointing towards the bar.

He quickly gets up and snuggles up to Husk, "hey~" he coos.

"Go fuck yerself," Husk replies, grimacing.

"Only if you watch me~" he holds Husk's face in his hand, startling the cat and causing his wings to spread.

Charlie runs up to him, arm outstretched for him to shake, "Oh my gosh! Welcome to the happy hotel! You are going to love it here!"

He only grabs his liquor, gulping it down, after saying "I lost the ability to love years ago."

You decided to not introduce yourself after that last remark, instead only waving at him lightly to which he responded to with a shrug.

"So," Alastor walks up to Charlie, hitting you with his shoulder, "what do you think?"

"This is amazing!" she replies, rubbing her cheeks as a grin paints over her features.

Vaggie chimes in, "It's, okay."

Alastor grabs the two ladies into a lean, "This is going to be very entertaining!"

The moth demon sweeps out from under his hold, which he merely laughs at before shoving her to the side while bursting into song.

His clothes transform into something of a more formal piece of attire, "You have a dream, you wish to tell," he spins charlie, transforming her hair and clothes into a dress and up-do.

He leans down to Vaggie, "and it's just laughable, but hey kid! what the hell!" and throws Charlie into the air, a chorus of instruments behind his voice.

"Cause you're one of a kind! A charming demon belle!" he grabs her hand, gliding down the stairs with her.

"Now lets give these burning fools a place to dwell," he snaps, transforming everyone's clothes into that of fitting attire for his time, giving Vaggie a full length dress, Angel a proper suit and tie, Niffty a sweet dress and bowler hat, Husk a pair of suspenders, and you, a sequenced dress with your hair in an up-do.

"Take it boys!" he snaps again, a few demons emerging from the floor and bursting into a band of instruments, while Vaggie attempts to get Charlie's attention, only for Alastor to pull her, and everyone else excluding Charlie into a strange hug of his minions.

"Inside of every demon, is a lost cause," he sings, placing hats onto Husk's and Angel's head, the former flipping him off, and the latter sending him finger guns.

"but we'll dress em up for now, with just a smile!" He says while summoning a hat and fox-scarf onto Vaggie before slapping her ass, Angering her as his minions echo him.

"Oh we'll ornate this cesspool with some old redemption flair, and show these simpletons some proper class and style!"

He dances to the fire place, summoning more minions to sing with him.

"Here below the ground! I'm sure your plan is sound!" He spins Charlie, and proceeds to pinch her cheeks.

"They'll spend a little time, down at this hazbin ho-" Alastor sings, getting interrupted by the door flying past both him and most of the residents, only to land straight onto Niffty.

All of your new clothes disappear as you look through the huge gap in the wall, to see a large zeppelin just outside of the hotel.  You all walk out to inspect it further, just in time to see a snake demon pop out of the window hatch, "Ha! Well, well, well, look who it is harboring the striped freak!" he hisses with each "S" he pronounces, "We meet yet again, Alastor."

You crack a small grin to see the over-exaggerated expressions of the snake, "Do I, know you?" Alastor questions, tilting his head to side.

"Oh yes you do!" he slithers to the side into his seat, "and this time I have the element of, surprise!"

He pulls on a lever and triggers a large cannon to release from the bottom of the air ship, pointed directly at the lot of you.

He laughs, "I'm so evil!"

Alastor snaps his fingers, opening up a portal just below the zeppelin that releases an onslaught of tentacles to destroy the ship.  He clutches his hand and focuses his will onto the ship, blowing into smithereens in an awesome display of his power. He wears a devilish grin that envelops most of his face, showing off his sickly black gums and a strange x mark between his eyes.  The rest of the residents stare at him in disbelief including you, an awful sense of fear, and dread boiling into the pits of your stomach, every single hair on you body standing on end in pure shock.

Alastor immediately snaps out of his hair raising grin, turning around to meet all of your eyes, "Well I'm starved! Who wants some jambalaya, my mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya, in fact, it nearly killed her!" he laughs, everyone following behind him as he heads into the hotel, you trailing behind with your arms crossed, "You could say the kick was right out of hell! Oh, I'm on a roll!"

You grimace at all of the carnage the snake demon caused, your fingers messing with the seems of your shirt as feeling of tiredness from all of the stress for the day washes over you.  

You drag yourself into the hotel after everyone and close the door behind you, seeing Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor talking while Angel and Husk are at the bar, the latter trying to shoo the spider demon away.  You fiddle with your hands as you silently walk up to Charlie, tapping her should as you whisper, "Do you mind giving me a room key?  I'm sorry I'm just awfully tired and I-" she cuts you off, "oh of course of course!  You should've asked sooner."

She mumbles a shorthanded goodbye to the other demons and leads you to a small stand holding hundreds of keys of all shapes and sizes, she grabs a key in a strangely cute shape with a small engraving of the room number on the back of it.  She smiles up at you as she puts the delicate key into your palms, "I really hope you like it here.  Sleep well."  You nod along, muttering a quiet thank you under your breath as the smallest of smiles graces your lips.

She pats your hands that have closed around the key and trots off to continue talking with Vaggie and Alastor.  You smile down at her as she walks and proceed to refocus your attention to the key and its room number.  It read 546, and with little confusion you found the elevator that listed which floors held which rooms, and if you were correct, you'd be heading to the 6th floor.  

You nervously stepped into the elevator, noticing how it looked worn down and used judging by the grease on the many, many buttons and small chips in the wallpaper of the small space.  Your fingers hovered over the buttons before firmly planting onto the fifth button.  You started raising up into the confines of the hotel with a small jolt and flicker of the lights, making you swallow with a keen sense of uncertainty.

Thankfully the elevator didn't stop with any delay and got you to your floor safely.  You stepped out into a dimly lit hallway of the hotel, the elevator doors quickly snapping shut at your leave, nearly nipping the ends of your tail.  You jumped at this before turning around to see which way you should go to find your room.  You looked to your left to see the lesser numbers and to your right to see the higher numbers, remembering your lower number you started on the left, and with a rise in your heart saw your room come into view only 4 doors down.

The old, rickety nature of the hotel's red carpeted hallways and drab decorations left you eager to enter your room, and with little persuasion, you got your key into the key hole, quickly turning it to enter, only to be met with a splendid display of pinks, creams, and golds showering the confines of your room.  You gasp lightly as you trace the freshly painted walls with your nails, taking in the exquisite nature of the carefully carved wood of your bed's frame, poles on each corner curling elegantly to the ceiling, dusts of gold flecked onto the carvings which depicted scenes of battles and victories between demons.  You smiled softly at the room, Charlie must have given you a suite, it was simply too beautiful to be anything but.

You sighed as you entered the bathroom, soft pink tiling lined the floor, and a regal looking sink left you wondering if you were even allowed to use such nice things.  You looked down at the sinks edge to see a complimentary toothbrush, toothpaste, and just about everything else.  You gladly looked up into the mirror, only to be a little displeased at how disheveled you looked.  Grabbing a complimentary cotton pad, you wiped away your foundation and eye shadow to reveal your many freckles lining your tanned skin.  You turned the skin only to splash water onto your face, quickly scrubbing away all the makeup and grime that had been caked onto your face.

You looked back up into the mirror and smiled, showing off your large, bear like canines and then fiddled with your short, wavy bob, making sure to keep special care of your bear ears on either side of your head.  Your small, black nose twitched at the water you just splashed onto your face, and you grabbed the toothbrush and paste to clean your sharp teeth.

Satisfied with your "self care" you flopped onto the bed, taking special note on how unbelievably comfortable it was.  Was this hell?  Cause it sure felt like heaven.

You felt a twinge of discomfort when you remembered you didn't exactly have pajamas to sleep in.  You sighed into a few curses and grumbles as you snaked off your dress and heels you'd been wearing.  You'd have to sleep in just you underwear that night, not liked it particularly bother at all, though.  

With a sigh, you flopped back into your new bed and quickly reached over to your bedside table to turn your lamp off, sending the room into an almost warm, pitch black.

Grabbing the pillow and fluffing it lightly, you laid your head onto it, letting a breath out that you were holding back, falling into a deep sleep within minutes

---

You woke up with a groan, the harsh, red beam of hell's sun shining into your room, and directly into your oh-so-tired eyes.

You smacked your lips, sighing with the displeasure of a complete lack of any water in your room, excluding the sinks, of course.  You lazily stood, and reluctantly pulled on your old dress, making sure to adjust your breasts into the cups while looking into your new vanity, carefully placing your hair back into place.

You smiled lightly at your appearance, satisfied with your look as you slipped your black heels back onto your feet.  Grabbing your phone and slipping it into a secret pocket of your dress, you left your room, easily slipping into the elevator you became lightly accustomed to, and headed for the lobby.  

You walked out of the elevator, slightly speed walking to the door when Charlie rushed to you, a grin plastered onto her face.

"Hi! Good morning! How was your first night?" You smiled at her, "It was wonderful Charlie, I swear you gave me a suite, I slept so good."

She grinned at you, slightly nodding along with your words, "I'm so glad you liked it!" She held your hand in hers for a moment, giving it a soft pat before asking you a question, "Oh! and where exactly are you going? It's only seven."

You laughed a bit at the time, you didn't even realize you woke up so early it must have been from going to bed early as well.

"I thought I'd get a head start by going to grab my things at my old apartment," you explained, gaining an understanding nod from her.

"Oh alright, don't be too long now!" you smiled as a response as you walked out of the hotel, taking a deep breath of fresh air, only to quickly climb into a cab you called down.

---

"Last bag," you guffawed, thanking your gab driver with a handsome tip as he helped you with your final bag of possessions.  It had taken nearly half the day, but you managed to pack up your entire apartment, that was fairly sparse to begin with, and everything else that you threw out.  

You walk into the hotel with quite a few bags only to be greeted by Charlie.

"Oh, y/n! let me help you with that!"

"Charlie! You couldn't possibly, I-"

Alastor swiftly interrupted the exchange with a snap, sending all of your bags to your room, only managing to give him a nervous smile as thanks.

He laughed at your small expression, while Charlie quietly thanked him, quickly turning her attention back to you.

She began to ramble on about her day, and asking you genuine questions about how you were, and  you would have listened, you really would have, but while Alastor had been helping you, you noticed Husk, out of all the demons, working the bar.  A tangible feeling of sadness emanated from his gruff being, and you wanted nothing more in that moment to just, talk to him. You only wanted to-

"y/n?"

Charlie snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Oh! Charlie," you laughed, a bit embarrassed, "sorry, I was just uh," you glanced at the cat demon, "a little distracted. But please, do go on."

She smiled a bit nervously at you, but escorted you to your room nonetheless, finally giving you the chance to hear her without your little distraction.

"Well, It's been a pleasure talking to you." you smiled.

"It sure has! See you for dinner?" she bounced on her toes

"Oh, I'm afraid not, I'll be going to a show tonight."

Her smile faltered slightly, "That's fine, I hope you have fun."

She skipped away to the elevator, swiftly walking in and leaving you in your door way.

"I sure hope I do."

[mundvngus]

“i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.”

MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER is 26 years old and works as a THIEF/DRUG DEALER/ALL ROUND CRIMINAL and is loyal to THE OOTP they were an RAVENCLAW and are a HALFBLOODED. HE look like FRANK DILLANE.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: nick miller ( new girl ), creed bratton ( the office ), doug judy ( b99 ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), chris miles ( skins ), jesper fahey ( six of crows ), scott lang ( marvel ), lillian ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt ). AESTHETIC: scuffed knees, flicking a lighter over and over again, flowery shirts, walking in the middle of the street after midnight, a body covered in bruises and tattoos, naming stray cats, falling asleep on the subway, watching smoke curl against a starless, black nightsky, throwing empty beer bottles against a wall. LINKS: stats. pinboard. character tag. HEADS UP: there’s quite a bit of talk about drugs and stuff in here -- as well as shitty parenting. i trigger warned it before every bullet point tho!

history

ciannán o’donnell was a flighty man, one of many relationships and flings and little loyalty, and so his affair with kiyana fletcher did not last long. when she told him he was pregnant, he moved on to a different woman, and kiyana had her son alone, with her sister on her side. dung was born to a lonely and angry woman, who had fallen for the charms and winks of a crooked criminal who spoke empty promises and lied for a living.

he grew up with his mum – a halfblooded witch and by far his favourite person in the world – in cork, attending muggle school there. he knew who his dad was, but wasn’t quite sure how to feel about —- EVERYONE knew who his dad was, a well known muggle criminal and dealer, a name notorious among the older kids at his school, a father to many. he’s like the robert baratheon of ireland, to be honest, planting bastards on every corner. lol. knowing he was one of his many kids was hard; he’d never met any of them, but he knew they were there, from his mother, from his aunt.

he met his dad for the first time at age seven, and was nothing but impressed. his dad showered him with gifts, his mum watching with a furious look on her face but biting her tongue. that moment was a switch for dung; he felt the need to impress his dad. he stole some sweets from a store on his way home from school a week later, fished some pennies out of the pockets of his classmates a few months later. when he phoned his dad to tell him, his laugh was warm and filled with life.

his relationship with his dad got better as his behaviour got worse. the thrill of stealing, of doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to, lit him not only on fire because ti was exciting, but also because he knew his dad would adore it. his mother’s worried questions and look only drove him to his dad, who liked it when he did bad things, who didn’t try and ground him ( looking back, he knows that that was stupid, but back then he was blindsided, obsessed with the mystery that was his dad ).

abuse tw // his father was abusive. period. he’s a wicked man, who has blood on his hands of people who were in his way, and he doesn’t love anything but winning and money and the high of victory. he manipulated mundungus, pushed him towards bad behaviours, showed him his bad sides when he was disappointed. most of the abuse was mental and verbal, but sometimes it turned physical as well. it’s toxic. mundungus hasn’t allowed himself to admit that to himself yet, though. end of tw //

drugs, smoking, alcohol tw // attending hogwarts was good, at first. it forced him to focus on other stuff, for a while, but his summers and winter breaks forced him back into his old behaviours. his world was split; at hogwarts, he was a loud and lively, but still a pretty good student, while at home he fell deeper and deeper in crossing lines and boundaries. he lit his first cigarette at age ten, drank his first beer at age twelve, smoked his first spliff when he turned fourteen, as a present from his dad. end of tws //

hogwarts also meant friends --- the dick squad was founded here, consisting out of dorcas, doc, daisy and dung himself. these three people meant everything to mundungus, to be honest, let him see the ways people could love each other without conditions or out of obligation. they were chaotic and messy and wrecked havoc on the castle but --- damn it, they’re his family, and he’d die for them.

drugs tw // it was in his later years that these two worlds started overlapping. his dad trusted him with a bit of produce, gave him some weed to sell at hogwarts after his christmas break in his fifth year, and it was a success. ever since, dung became pretty well known for selling a little bit of this and that. a lively spirit, he always did so with a bit of a grin, but he was also pretty fond of the stuff he sold, indulging quite a lot when business was a little slow.

he also stole a lot from rich purebloods, because fuck them

i guess ... this is where the messiness really did ... explode? mundungus liked the taste of drugs. he liked the taste of doing illegal things. he liked the taste of earning money and feeling powerful and he loved it all. he grew more dependent on alcohol and drugs. he wanted to flee, too. the world was a nasty fucking place and he knew that all too well and, fucking hell, don’t blame him for wanting to escape every now and then. end of tw //

he graduated at one point which? is a miracle? i think they just wanted to get rid of him tbh!!! but yeah, dung did Try a little at hogwarts, as he respects the hell out of dumbledore and stuff, but he was still not a good student. after graduation, he kind of joined up with his dad and started doing some illegal stuff in the wizarding world too, because why the hell not? he was good at it.

dung had no plans to join either side of the war, tbh, even though he’ss v much against the de’s cause. he’s a self serving kid!! but then he kind of got in a nasty situation where both alastor and dumbledore got him out of trouble ( that might have sent him to fucking azkaban, what a fucking idiot ) and well, dung might be a shithead, but he felt indebted to them and kind of rolled into the order.

and well --- the order was a newfound family. messy, of course, and full of chaos and distrust, but --- heck, mundungus found a lot of people there that he did end up feeling loyal to. and while that was scary, as mundungus prefers being a lone wolf ( or raccoon ), it was a kind of wonderful, too?

and -- get this -- he was an asset. his ties to the criminal world, with his ability to steal and sneak around like less than a shadow. he was useful, and mundungus fletcher had never been useful in his life before. what a weird feeling that was --- oh boy, but it was good, too. mundungus likes it. he could build on that and improve greatly and he has fucking potential to become a better person. he really wants to, too, because he feels incredibly indebted to alastor and dumbledore akjfsdf.

dont hold your breath, tho, he’s probably not going to improve a lot

mundungus doesn’t technically have a home. his mother’s place is his home, i guess, but he’s not there a lot. he crashes on couches, breaks into muggle homes of people who are on vacation ( always leaving it the way it was, but with a bit of a smell ) or in a squatter’s home, which he thinks is an iconic scene.

drugs tw // besides his work for the order, mundungus does a bit of this and that. he still works for his dad a little, dealing some drugs for him, but he’s mostly focused on making his way through the wizarding world’s underground and making a name for himself there. he sees no reason to try and find another career, finds the things he does now thrilling and exciting and honestly, he doesn’t have much of a way out. 

abuse tw // his dad has a hold on him. sure, he can drop his criminal activities in the wizarding world, but when it comes to his dad's business, he’s stuck. his father isn’t going to allow him to walk away –  that much should be obvious. he knows too much. and then there’s mundungus’ wish to always please his father, and his father’s endless dissatisfaction. it’s messy and bad and toxic and we all hate mundungus’ dad. end of tws // 

addiction tw // what it all boils down to is that mundungus is chaotic. he never stays in one place too long, doesn’t have a consistent job, strays away from commitment and stability. he’s addicted, to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and adrenaline. he’s self serving, in the end. he’s seeking for validation, deep down, and endlessly scared of all that’s happening around him. he’s alone, dreadfully so, but that’s the way he prefers it. end of tw //

personality & tidbits 

mundungus is a lowkey tortured artist. he writes awful poetry and draws a lot and he loves painting if he has time. he’s in love with the beat generation, mostly. he’s very private about this kind of stuff, though. it's his thing, and his alone. some of his tattoos he’s designed himself tho!! and we love and stan!!

his stance in the war is something that’s … pretty unknown, i imagine. mundungus benefits from appearing neutral, has connections in both the pureblood and muggle world. he likes to come across as that shady dude who will do whatever you ask of him for the right price.

can usually be spotted wearing The Coat, a rly expensive, vintage long coat that he once stole of a pureblood. he’s enlarged the pockets with some handy spellwork and pretty much carries everything he owes in there, like his produce and his money and his second pair of shoes and his art supplies and probably some random trash. 

is a bit smelly, so give him a shower

most likely to show up at your doorstep at 5am with some flowers and a shit eating grin, saying “can i sleep on yer couch?”

mundungus LOVES animals but doesn’t have any because of his lack of a home. his mother has a dog, though, and he loves that dog. he also feels v connected to stray dogs and cats and can be found petting and feeding them a lot.

hates himself deeply, doesn’t think he’s worth anyone’s time (despite constantly demanding it), has a low opinion of himself. he doesn’t get it if people care about him, to be honest? the only person he can properly accept it of is his mother, but even that’s complicated.

plots!

CUSTOMERS // a simple, easy connection! basically someone who buys drugs (also does like medicinal stuff? but also drugs-drugs) of mundungus or has paid him (good money) to nick something for them. he’s pretty down to do most things as long as it’s for the right price! 

PARTY FRIENDS // dung likes getting wasted / high / fucked up and having a good ol’ time with people. sure, he’s done it alone, but he prefers doing it with others. there’s a lot of room for diff options here?

YOU SAVED ME ONCE // ( alcohol tw ) a plot where someone got dung to a hospital when he got alcohol poisoning and basically saved his life?? meaning?? mundungus feels indebted and he hates that but!! he’s gonna pay your char back! he promises! 

UNDER PRESSURE // i imagine that dung has some ties to de’s as well bc of his less than legal work so? maybe some death eater could try and put some pressure on him? get him to do some dirty job bc it’d not matter if he died … etc etc 

UNDER PRESSURE 2.0 // on the other hand, i bet some order members are like 👀 at dung? this one’d be for order members who’re like … making sure that dung is still loyal and here?? making him feel a bit?? queasy?? 

ONE NIGHT STANDS // dung isnt rly good at romance but he’s good at no strings attached sex. this’d work in a lot of ways and w a lot of characters so imma keep this p open! dung is bi btw!!

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY // your average angsty exes plot? mundungus is flighty, and while he does feel feelings for people, he’s not … good with commitment. this’d be a relationship that he broke off bc he got scared or ?? something else??

COUCHES // i need some couches that mundungus can crash on adkjfhsdf he needs a place ... to sleep. he will pay you back with drugs or ... stolen goods? money? something that he didnt acquire lawfully

[dawnofspeed]

INTERVIEW MEME

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1. What is your name? "I guess... since we’re in the past it doesn’t matter that much if I reveal myself? I go by Cyclone mostly. One of the Tornado Twins. My brother, he’s Hurricane.” She smiled and reached into her pocket, pulling out a photograph of them together in costume. “He’s sorta busy with uh- see he has this girlfriend-- never mind. Scratch that. Off the record.”

2. What is your real name? "Wait. Are you working for someone? I can’t just give out my real name, geez! It’s like painting a bullseye on my back and saying ‘Dear all enemies, here I am!’. Do you really ask that of people?” Dawn frowns and crosses her arms. “What? Does Batman just TELL you who he is? Superman?”

3. Do you know why you’re called that? A giant grin crosses the ginger’s face. “Okay so, my brother and I weren’t allowed legacy names because that was just asking to be murdered, where we come from. Really sucks, because I totally wanted to be one of the legacies. And it’s unfair too because everyone in my family gets to and I’ve been dreaming aboutitsinceIwaslittle. Anyway, moving on, so Hurricane and I had to come up with something. Our mom always used to comment when we entered a room at speed that ‘here comes the Tornado Twins’ and it just stuck. Didn’t help that we both got a little obsessed in the third grade with making mini whirlwinds. But yeah, we also needed separate names so I chose Cyclone and he got Hurricane.”

4. Are you single or taken? "Uhhhhhh... I’m a lover AND a fighter. What do you think?” She winks. Mainly, revealing that information could be extremely damaging to the timeline.

5. What are your powers and abilities? "WELL I’m a speedster so I’m fast as all hell, last time we measured Hurricane and I were at light barrier speeds so that’s pretty cool. Course, we’re not always great on control. Kinda working on that. We can also create those whirlwinds I mentioned, we’re both trained in combat by the Virtual Physical Training facility... Vibrating through matter. Time travel. Speed healing. Split second processing. Does smartness count?”

6. What color are your eyes? “Blue! Mom always said I look similar to my dad, and got his brains but I got a lot of her personality.”

7. Have you ever dyed your hair? "I tried to, but the colour doesn’t stay in when I run. Like I dyed it my mom’s colour but when we vibrated through the walls, my hair was back to normal. Kinda like how I can’t keep tattoos because they heal off.”

8. Do you have any family members? She frowned slightly and looked away. “There’s my brother. And my mom. We’re not really connected with anyone else. I mean, I want to be but there’s a lot of baggage there.”

9. Do you have any pets? Dawn brightened considerably. “A rabbit. He’s called Marshmallow. And recently I got a dog called Pancake.”

10. Tell me about something you don’t like. "There’s a lot of things I don’t like but the main ones are systematic oppression, xenophobia and lack of activism. If you want true justice and equality you have to be willing to stand up and go against the things you don’t agree with. I’ve learnt that the hard way.”

11. Do you have any hobbies or activities you do in your spare time? "I love science so little experiments are always fun. I do a lot of running and training. Research. I used to waitress a bit. Cooking. I’m not great at it but it’s cool. Oh! Dance and gymnastics. I love those. Trying to get back into it because there’s so much on offer here.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone before? "Uh. YEAH. They deserved it! Look, Karate Kid and people like him, they’re tough. They’re hard. Superboy couldn’t take him down, and the only way was to beat his ass. So I did. But we saved a tonne of people and KK is on the road to redemption now. Win-Win.”

13. Have you ever… Killed anyone? Dawn shook her head. “We’ve been close to death and close to killing, but luckily Hurricane and I have the time and powers to avoid going that far. At least, so far. But with the things are in my timeline I’m not sure how much longer we can hold out against Thawne and the Dominators on our own.”

14. What kind of animal are you? "Mmmmmm! I’m not sure. I’d like to think I’m fierce but also sweet and loyal. You know?”

15. Name your worst habits. "Binge eating and leaving nothing for anyone. Nitpicking. Replying to people with sarcasm and sass that is unwarranted. Tearing myself down.”

16. Do you look up to anyone? "When I was young I used to look up to my dad and my cousin. When it began to feel like I was alone, and not worth the effort, I stopped holding them on a pedastool. Now I look up to 20th and 21st century female heroes! Like Batgirl, Oracle, Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Wondergirl... you know. The amazing babes?”

17. Gay, straight, or bisexual? Dawn stared, “Why? What does it matter? Anything goes really. As long as you love and respect me and I’m the same to you, then it’s good.”

18. Do you go to school? "I did. It was a Mind Link school, with weekly real world periods, and occasional life excursions. It was okay, and made it easier for Hurricane and I to fly under the radar and avoid being noticed. But it was also kinda lonely. I’m glad I’m done. I want to go to graduate school, though.”

19. Do you ever want to marry and have kids someday? "Totally. I want a family of my own. Someone to love and be loved by, and supported. Kids. My biggest worry is that I die like my dad did and leave that family alone... without me. It haunts me. Makes it harder to connect to people longterm.”

20. Do you have any fans? "I don’t think so. I don’t know why I would. Not like I’m a Flash legacy.” Her tone is bitter. “ ‘sides, where I come from metas are hated, not adored. And here I don’t matter to anyone.”

21. What are you most afraid of? "Abandonment.” True, death was a fear of hers, but it wasn’t the biggest one. “Being close to anyone is terrifying. I know I’m not a worthwhile cause, I’m just waiting for them to realise it. And my mom... the timeline is so unstable she could disappear through no fault of her own. The only person I can ever truly rely on and trust is Hurricane. He’s my rock.”

22. What do you usually wear? "Comfy, speed resistant shoes. Clothes that are easy to move in. Nothing specific.”

23. Do you love someone? "I love my family. I mean... I love my mom, and my brother.” Everyone else... could forget her or disappear or she deemed not to care anyway. 

24. What class are you? "Uh.” Her mom worked hard but when you’re living on edge and flying peacefully below the radar it was hard to make it work. “We’re middle class... to lower middle class. My brother and I both try to help out, especially with our eating habits.”

25. How many friends do you have? "I’ve made some in this timeline but it’s easier here. And they have their own lives to lead, while mine is... all up in the air.”

26. What are your thoughts on pie? "What’s a pie?”

27. Favorite drink? "Ooohhhhh, there’s this really cool drink developed on Venus that comes with living flowers in it and it fizzes and-- it’s so amazing. I love it.”

29. What is your favorite place? Dawn shrugged. “I don’t have one.” She didn’t like attachment, and she always felt out of place.

30. Are you interested in someone? She shrugged again. “Doesn’t really make a difference.”

31. What’s your bra size?  “Bra... size? Um. Wait, those are the feminine body support clothing? My support size is a T70.”

32. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean? "Ocean! I love the ocean. It’s one of the only places you can feel free and unconcerned. And it’s amazing how it got saved in 2890.”

33. What’s your ‘type’? "I don’t do types.” She kind of did, but Dawn was yet to realise the few types she seemed to attract or be attracted to. “Everyone is cool and interesting and has something attractive about them.”

34. Any fetishes? Dawn tilted her head in thought. Did she have any? “I kinda like... attention. Being adored. Affection all over. Compliments. Fastest thing to turn me on.” Why is she so open about this? Her century kind of didn’t have the sex taboos that ours does.

35. Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?  “I like both a lot. Swing between the two. But it depends on the personality type I’m with. Sometimes I just KNOW when to be dominant, when it’s going to work. Other times, I know when to play off the other person, be dominated, let go of my control for a while...”

36. Camping, or indoors? "Ooooo! I love camping. It’s so freeing!”

37. Are you waiting for this interview to be over? “A little, but I kind of like the attention.” She admitted, no one really wanted to know this much about her usually. “Thanks.”