#national public radio (dash commentary allowed)

[smiledotdeer]

[ Christmas has always been important to Alastor. He almost always felt good on Christmas. His mother would buy him at least one present, cook good food, sing carols, and, while his sister was still alive, he would play games with her. His life wasn’t always good, but just for one day, everything seemed okay for once.

It’s one of the few times of year he’s always looked forward to.

...and yet, hearing someone he holds in very high regard put the magnifying glass on why Christmas isn’t such a wonderful thing anymore, he’s beginning to question himself.

He glances at the list of guest singers he’d planned on hosting in his office for another day of singing.

He looks over to another list of presents he’d been planning to purchase for those closest to him.

He pans to yet another list of websites he’d written down that lead to Christmas-themed baby things: clothes, toys, what-have-you.

He looks down at his desk and smiles bitterly. ]

“Maybe this isn’t such a swell idea.”

[ He doesn’t even register that he’s murmured this aloud to himself. ]

[radicheart-a]

“Be the reason someone smiles today!”

“… Or the reason someone drinks. Whatever works!”

[smiledotdeer]

@rosiesemporium | continued!

Rosie let out a soft hum against his flesh, sinking her teeth just a bit deeper before pulling back and pressing a kiss to the wound. “Always a joy, Alastor, always a joy.” She cupped his chin, giving him a sharp grin. “And how have you been lately, my darling deer?”

[ Being kissed by Rosie always makes Alastor feel warm on the inside. That’s why he beams brightly and pulls his hands away, summoning a handkerchief and wiping his hands clean of any blood he might have pricked away from her with his grip. ] “Oh I’ve been swell! Actually—” [ He tosses the hankie up and incinerates it in bright green flames. ] “—I have some news for you!”

[smiledotdeer]

[ He’s biting, too, folks! ]

[smiledotdeer]

I have something a bit different in mind for Travis today. Stay tuned!

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Who the dickens wants to pay real money to stick their dickens in a fake hoo-ha?

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“Of course. Straight from Halloween into Christmas. Everyone forgets about Thanksgiving!”

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What am I doing?

[ Given how uncharacteristically solemn and quiet his voice is, Alastor didn’t mean to broadcast this. ]

[smiledotdeer]

Why don't grape-flavored drinks actually taste like grapes?

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“Alastor!” [ He’s calling this out as he comes home, clothes still stained in blood and offal. It’s more of a way to announce his presence than a means of finding him, which is made clear as he heads straight for his alternate in order to plop down a right arm covered in black fur and tipped with long black claws. Travis’, for sure. ] “Snack!” @dementedstatic​

[smiledotdeer]

“Who in Sam Hill is eating radios? Please stop.”

[ Bless his heart, he sounds genuinely distressed. ]

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I’m going to fry a turkey right on top of some cardboard in my kitchen!

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[ Alastor’s humming fell silent roughly three hours ago. He’s listening to something else. ]

[smiledotdeer]

[ Don't mind him, he's just humming The Christmas Song on loop over and over today. Sometimes lyrics are softly sung, but for the most part it's just humming that mingles with his natural static. ]

[radicheart-a]

[ There goes that gold star...to someone that doesn’t even have a face. 

Does he look frustrated?

No he doesn’t, mind your own business. ]

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“If people want to get ready for Christmas early, let them. There’s no need to rain on their parade.”