#the bowtie project

[bowtiestash]

some hermit-a-day may stuff

[blaintism]

Gleeful Paintbox Project Week 2

↳ The costume and prop design of Blaine Anderson

[averlym]

,,, little lemmings in line...

[bowties8glasses]

Hoshihou Project - A illustrated mock-up for a Touhou-style Kirby fangame I thought of in 2019

Prologue:

“Colorful stars started flying through the night skies of Dream Land, capable of granting the wishes of any kind to those of simple and good heart, it’s magic is quite impressive. Curious about its origin, a certain knight found their origin to be a mysterious observatory, sealed extremely shut and resistant to many powerful magic

Over time, as the observatory remained a mystery, and as some friends of a certain puffball witnessed the colorful wish-granting stars, the reputation of them became known throughout the galaxy, turning the peaceful land in popstar into quite a busy tourist attraction

That leads us to when the game begins, flying red crystals are swarming the sky, attacking those on their way

Their destination? seems to be observatory”

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Player Characters:

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Stage 1

Our player character starts their chase towards the crystals. They get stopped by… a fairy? She and Ribbon know each other but doesn’t matter who, she ends up attacking them, she seems very apologetic about doing it though

(The Fairy design is taken from a artwork during the credits of Kirby 64, I like to call them Carrot)

Stage 2

Reaching the seaside, they met an artist with currently a big drive to create, so much so that she thinks the player character could really help her through some friendly fire, they don’t get to say no, though Gooey and Kirby don’t mind

Defeating Vividria, she seems satisfied with how her work turned out

Stage 3

The midway point, the sun starts setting down, at this point, you encounter one of the other playable characters, through communication mishap, fighting ensues

Stage 4

The player character starts flying to the top of the Bubbly Clouds, reaching the mysterious observatory, they find not just another fairy, but the queen of Ripple Star, she seems to be looking for someone before being startled by you, when asked what she’s been doing, or if she knows where the red crystals are coming form, she, just like the fairy at the start, apologetically begins to fight you

After the fight however, a huge red bean suddenly is shot towards the observatory, opening a crater, the crystals start entering, the Player Character following their path

Stage 5

The observatory turned out to be much bigger on the inside than the outside, many of the red crystal are getting destroyed by some defense mechanism, with the player character having to dodge both until being greeted by Meta Knight

It seems he saw the crater open, and quickly flew caught up with you, and now he wants a fight to see who will continue further

Stage 6

The figure behind the falling stars finally appears, a cat-like being, seemingly related to clockwork stars, named Dreamy.

They do not however, find any of the Player Characters very amicable, especially after invading their home

(Dreamy is my OC, inspired by many how Gijinka artist would interpret the clockwork stars)

Ending:

Despite everything, Dreamy becomes friendly towards the player after the fight, chatting about themselves

Dreamy took residence in Dream Land, watching its inhabitants within their observatory and granting wishes to those they find to be nice and of pure heart

In the end, Dreamy had nothing to do with the red crystals, so who's behind them?

Extra Stage

Looking for the red crystal's whereabouts, the Player Character enters a area crowded with them. After dodging a large number of bullets, they met get stopped by... a fairy? This one has a very unusual appearance

She introduces herself as "Remiss", and she may be the one to have opened the crater in the observatory... and she's very hostile towards you

if you manage to win against Remiss, you're suddenly greeted by... her sister?

Her name is "Razzle" as she gleefully tells you, she's much more child-like and friendly, especially towards Gooey (first time meeting someone with similar eyes).

Razzle talks about how she heard about this planet having wish granting stars and how she really wanted a wish so she "summed friends" to find one for her. Those friends were the red crystals

Razzle grows to like you, she asks if you want to play with her, starting before you get to answer.

After winning against Razzle, she's shortly interrupted by Queen Ripple, She says she's been looking for Razzle and Remiss all over Dream Land, and that Razzle's friends have been causing a huge mess

Razzle reacts surprised before apologizing and saying she's gonna call her friends to stop.

Razzle then waves you a goodbye, like a kid having to leave the playground

(Razzle and Remiss are both my OC, they’re Fairies born bearing the remnants of dark matter)

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Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed.

This is a project I was planning to turn into a real fangame, but after some year it just feelt like it was just holding me back from other ideas I was growing more invested in. but I didn’t want to scrap it entirely, so I made this fun mockup and told my fun little story through it :>

[cuterefaction]

Sample art for a project of mine. Honestly just scribbling the thing saves me multiple hours of work and looks almost as good, so I think maybe I need to learn a lesson from this 🤷‍♀️

[scoliosismaster]

wwhen yhe character has a bowtie

[sentimentalstrawberries]

February 24, 2023, completed

(open the image for better quality :))

@ameliapodcast my interpretations of ((half)?) the Amelia crew!

I really tried to focus on their personalities for this one. Do you guys see them like this? Or completely different? Let me know, I'm genuinely interested in how other people see them!

[chuckchuck228]

Also I made this yesterday while listening to “say my name” from beetlejuice 

[dangerousskeletoncoptree]

i crocheted today :)

[jheselbraum]

I think I'd be less harsh on hazbin hotel if literally every character wasn't some combination of red black and white. Like you know how most animated shows give every major character a separate color palette? That's so everyone can be visually distinct from each other in a group shot (especially crowd shots). This is made worse by the fact that nearly every screenshot I've seen has had the background be red, too. Everyone has a really distinct silhouette like

Like I don't go here but I know from cultural osmosis that left to write thats Angel Dust, that cheshire cat guy, alistair the definitely-not-bill-cipher-but-red radioman, no clue who the angler fish lady is, pretty sure that's charlie without the hair, the cyclops manic child, don't know who the lady next to her is, pretty sure that's vaggie, and some kinda fox lady, but they're all visually distinct from each other, even charlie and vaggie who have had most of their silhouette defining features removed in this image. (I'm pretty sure this drawing was made during development and none of these characters are actually on model, since none of them have, like. Arms. But my point stands that these are visually distinct characters until you get to the faces and color palettes, like everyone's eyes are fucking huge and even the characters with big noses have small noses and if they have a chin it's almost always the same chin but that's a different post entirely)

Then you color them in and put them in front of a background and it's just. Red black white, red black white, red black white, red black white, all on a red black and white background.

"the red room cocktails" THEY'RE ALL RED I've yet to see a room from this show that ISN'T red!

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

the most comphet thing that charles does in episode 5 isn’t even when he’s like “nah they’re just mates” or him projecting onto hunter and brad because they’re manly men and he wants them to be Good Guys bla bla bla none of that.

no, the most comphet thing in this episode is that charles rowland, light of my life, owner of my heart, saw these two scruffy scrappy stinky burly fuckboy jocks and then looked at himself, this genderfuck punk twink with the prettiest most delicate features i’ve ever seen and eyeliner and earrings and bisexual ass jacket, and edwin payne, the most clockable homosexual that has ever lived or died, the quintessential twink, with his stupid little gay bowtie and gloves and fancy jacket and button up shirt and little gay posh voice and the cunty feminine way he walks and gestures and edwardian vocabulary and syntax and everything about him and said, “they’re just like us, right edwin?” babygirl you are so delusional.

rip hunter and brad you would’ve loved being involved in both edwin’s and charles’s hate crimes </3

[allfortheloveofdogs]

Quick and Easy DIY Dog Bowtie: No Sewing Required!

We have never been the type of people to dress up our dogs.  But, we’ve always owned bigger dogs who don’t like to wear clothing.  When Sienna first came to Canada from Mexico in late fall, she needed to wear sweaters.  She hadn’t grown a winter coat because of the time of year she came, and she had obviously never experienced such cold weather or snow before.  Thus began our introduction to dog…

[its-a-gold-song]

fav npmd line deliveries

tehe yEAH

don't frighten them pokey you 𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔶

what is she sayyingg...what the fUCK IS SHE SAYING

and his name. is Jee-Sus Christ.

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didn't think there'd be a skele'un here!!! I'm so fucking scared of skele'uns!!!

does it Feel like I Lost my Power??

it's a story of luhv......ffAMalehh......pAyushun.....bEEtrAyyall.

and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

fuckin' traanscendent

heahs the thing about a bãrbĕqüe

it brings folks together...from awl woaks of laif...there's a storé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kahbahb...

but jesus never threw a football like yoou, mǍX

W E D O N T G I V E A S H I T A B O U T Y O U R P H O N E

for the first time... *insert a full minute of him flopping the zeke costume off* ...I feel like I belong :)

that ain't good news for youuYA BITCH.

this project is on thermodynamics. what the fûck are you talking about.

you're Killing Me is What you're Doing

naNI?!

any time jon says stÊF-A-nee

:(( had to sell your bowtie to feeed your fuckin' famly??

i love....jeEsus!

and of course:

ma'bAHBakew

[bowties8glasses]

HoshiHou Project Portraits on their own, no longer squished to fit mockups you can see the Illustraded Mock-Up of HoshiHou project here

[e-vay]

Hey E-Vay ! Before I say anything, LOVE your work.

Okay, so I know that you're in the process of showing us how Sonic and Amy's wedding and proposal is planned out (no pressure). BuT, just curious, how did Knucks and Rouge get married? Or even how did he get to propose?

Thanks for seeing this!

Thank you so very much! 🥰 I’m so happy you like my work! 

I will not be doing a full comic or even a full fic of how their wedding goes down just because I have too many other projects I want to do (I’m only one person! 🥵). But I will give you a breakdown of how the Knuxouge wedding goes in my AU! And if anyone wants to do fanart or a fic based off it, I’d love to see/read it!

During the events of Boom!Baby, Knuckles and Rouge finally get engaged. I don’t have the exact proposal in mind, but I like to think that the two of them have been aggressively/playfully putting it off for awhile, with Knuckles constantly joking “As if I’d ever want to be married to HER” and Rouge jabbing back with “Please, you’d need to offer me the Master Emerald on a ring for me to even consider it!” But with Sonic and Amy taking this next major step in their lives, Knuckles is inspired and does end up popping the question (with a CONSIDERABLE ring full of gems that he scavenged himself!).

Knowing Rouge is an absolute diva, she’d have the most extravagant, over-the-top, dazzling wedding you could imagine. And it would definitely be a “no-kids-allowed” event. Have you seen the movie “Crazy Rich Asians”? Picture that. The wedding would be a spectacle that would last for DAYS! But, the wedding date would be expedited super fast (I headcanon that Rouge is actually very insecure and puts out a bold front to hide that about herself. She’d want to rush the wedding because she’s secretly afraid Knuckles will want to back out. She shouldn’t worry about that, he loves her very much and really wants to marry her!).

In my AU, Shadow is off-world during Boom!Baby, so though Rouge would have obviously asked him to be her “Man of Honor,” she wouldn’t be able to find a way to reach him and get him back in time for the wedding. Because of this, Omega gets pushed to the role of “Man (Mech?) of Honor” and Rouge asks Amy to be a bridesmaid instead. Note, Amy is nearing the end of her pregnancy at this time haha. I always write Rouge and Amy to have a very tense “friendship;” that’s just my personal preference. So Rouge asking Amy to be her bridesmaid was because Amy is her closest female friend, but also because she thinks it will make herself look extra fabulous when standing next to a very pregnant lady haha. She even picks out an awful yellow bridesmaid dress for Amy to wear (because Amy is still very beautiful, pregnant or not). Though Amy does agree to be a bridesmaid to support her friend, she’s actually quite upset and very self-conscious and it initially puts a damper on her enjoyment of the wedding festivities (Her feet hurt like hell, she feels like a bowling ball, she thinks she looks horrendous in this color!). Don’t worry though, Sonic cheers her up and reminds her just how radiant she is 🥰

[Sonic seeing Amy in her bridesmaid dress] S: “Wow!” A: “This yellow dress is awful. She did this on purpose.” S: “Well if she was trying to make you look bad, she failed miserably. You look like the sunshine!” A: “I look VERY pregnant!” S: “Sure, pregnant with MY baby. There ain’t a thing more beautiful than that 😉” [Rabid kissing ensues hehehe]

I picture Rouge having many outfit changes for every event that happens during their week-long wedding extravaganza, but for her actual wedding dress I imagine something super sleek, super sexy, and made up entirely of diamonds! My drawing doesn’t even do it justice. Just picture that as she’s walking, every single facet of every single diamond is sparkling! All the men would have to wear 3-piece black tuxedos complete with trousers (Sonic hates this), except Omega obviously. But he’d still wear a dapper bowtie and Sunflower & Iris boutonniere like the rest of the wedding party. (I chose Irises because Rouge seems to like the color purple and they’re a very elegant flower, and I chose sunflowers because they remind me of Knuckles for some reason. Maybe because they’re big and tall. Idk, I can see Knuckles really liking sunflowers and yellow pairs beautifully with purple). Sonic and Tails are Knuckles’ groomsmen, but Team Chaotix are also among honored guests so Vector and Espio (and maybe even Mighty) would attend all the groom-related events (like the bachelor party) leading up to the wedding.

Right before the ceremony, Rouge and Amy have a touching heart-to-heart moment and Rouge does thank her for stepping in and helping out, and she apologizes for making Amy feel bad. She admits that she has insecurities that she doesn’t like people to know about, so that’s why she goes over-the-top and sometimes puts others down in the process. Also (at least in my AU), Rouge doesn’t have very many close friends outside of Shadow and Omega, so Amy really is her next best friend. They make up, the ceremony is perfect and romantic, and everyone gets to have an absolute blast at the reception!

Lastly, because Rouge is so over-the-top… after Shadow returns back to their planet 20+ years later, I can AB-SO-LUTELY see her throwing a vow renewal that’s even more extravagant than their first wedding as an excuse to have him as her Man of Honor and also as an excuse to throw another huge bash. Though this one would be even crazier and BIGGER, I think the vow renewal would actually be way more fun because everyone (including kids) can come this time, everyone’s families are bigger (even CC would be there!), and Knuckles and Rouge’s adopted kids (Ruff and Tumble) would get to be part of the ceremony, so it’d be very heartfelt even with goofy antics.

Sorry I’m not going to make this one into a full-fledged comic, but I hope you enjoyed this condensed version anyway! And I hope nobody takes the way I write Rouge as me not liking her character. I just like to add a little spice into why she comes off so proud all the time. I adore Knuckles and Rouge as a couple. Their rivalry and catty attitudes are just a hoot!

[ohdeerfully]

hi! I have a request, I've never really done this before but I'll give it a shot. so my request is that Charlie is tasked by heaven to watch over a very special human soul via a device that is like a full 360 VR kind of setup and this soul just so happens to be Alastor's immortal wife (he didn't know she was) whom he thought had died with him during a bad event and wound up in heaven but she didn't and She stayed the same since the 1930s like her looks stayed the same and her love for Alastor stayed too she never once tried to move on even when her new friends in this time tried to get her a guy but she just refused still wearing the wedding ring her gave her

I hope it's not too much to ask it can be changed to whatever you see if you have full creative control over it!

thank you for your brain anon

theres a couple awkward POV shifts in the story and im super duper sorry about that D: im not good at those

An Eternity

alastor x reader (angst) TW: reader is female, reader gets a lil drunk and drives but shes fine(i do not condone this pls dont drink and drive im so serious), yearning goes ouchie ):

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Alastor rarely, if ever, talked about his time alive. He saw it pointless; a waste of time and energy. How could it benefit him if somebody else knew his history? If anything, it would only open up weak points. And, being an Overlord, he couldn’t afford that.

The only hint of his past was a band on his finger that he never took off. Even after decades in Hell, nobody saw him without it.

People often asked, of course, because how in the Hell did the Radio Demon get hitched? Even in life, he was probably just as unusual and off putting. These questions were always met with a dismissive wave and a laugh, but anybody who knew him—which wasn’t many, truly—would recognize the strain in his voice as he brushed them off. Whatever the story was seemed to only grow more painful with time.

He was deep in thought, humming absently as he trailed through the hotel. He ended up meandering by Charlie’s room, which was cracked open. He took this as an invitation to let himself in, cheerfully grinning as he saw the girl sitting on the edge of her bed looking extremely confused.

“Hello, dear!” He announced himself, standing up straight and fixing his bowtie with one hand. “What does this afternoon have in store for the Princess of Hell?”

“Heyy, Al,” Charlie responded, still frowning at the contraption in her hand. It was a rather bulky thing; an unappealing piece of new technology, Alastor decided. Still, he loomed from behind Charlie with a curious bend in his neck. Her shoulders were stiff, and he couldn’t tell if it was from frustration with the thing in her hand or discomfort at him watching her. 

“What is that peculiar thing?” He finally asked, since Charlie made no attempt at explanation. She seemed too focused to really pay him any mind.

“Something Heaven gave me to watch some curious soul they can’t control,” She murmured, fiddling with a couple buttons and knobs. “They’ve got me doing some ridiculous things. I mean, some human soul shouldn’t even concern me. But, they promise these favors will help with my hotel.”

Alastor hummed in response. He of all demons would recognize a manipulation tactic when he saw one—convincing a powerful demon princess to do your chores and promising to help her desperate project in return seemed like something the angels would do. He didn’t care one way or another, as long as Charlie’s naivete didn’t get in the way of his own goals.

He took a few steps back when Charlie stood, seemingly finished with setting up the box. He grinned, amused, when she pulled it over her head. It wasn’t the most flattering thing, and pretty bulky on her face. She looked ridiculous, honestly.

“Modern technology,” He sighed dramatically, leaning down onto his cane as he continued to observe her. “Only getting uglier.”

Charlie didn’t respond to his comment, looking around at what Alastor saw as nothing. She played around with the settings again, and adjusted the straps on her head again, before looking around again. She let out a successful sounding “hell yes” before pulling a remote of sorts from her pocket. She pushed on a joystick.

“What are you doing?” Alastor asked plainly, the building curiosity finally becoming too much. “Why do you have a box on your head?”

“It’s like…” She began to explain, trying to think of how to make sense of it to him. “Like… imagine you were looking through the eyes of somebody else, but still standing in the same spot..?” Her voice tilted at the end, unsure of her explanation.

Yeah, no, Alastor had no clue. But he dismissed it as unnecessary, as he often did with any technology he couldn’t understand.

“I’m seeing… Earth, I guess,” Charlie explained more. “Following around this girl.”

Alastor was only partially listening, humming quietly to himself as he just observed. He wondered if he should just leave—nothing interesting was happening. He was curious to see what antics Heaven was pushing on the Princess of Hell, though.

“Wanna try?” Charlie offered, lifting the headset up away from her eyes. Alastor immediately scrunched his nose up and narrowed his eyes.

“And look as ridiculous as you? Hah! No thank you,” He sat down on a chair near the wall, leaning against the back of it. He threw one leg up over the other. Charlie shrugged in response, and pulled the contraption back down.

Alastor sat for a while, absently thinking about what he wanted to do later as he waited for something to happen.

“Oh! Hold on,” Charlie suddenly said, causing Alastor’s ears to straighten to attention as she reached up and pressed a button. A holographic projection appeared out of nowhere, manifesting through some strange magic. “Forgot I could do that. This is what I’m seeing in here.” 

Alastor stood and walked closer, leaning forward on his cane as he studied the projection. It seemed like some kind of bar. He mused at how different modern bars looked from the speakeasies he would frequent during his own life.

“What heavenly task are you doing in a bar?” He joked, trying to find something interesting in the projection. It just seemed like generic bar business. Loud, flirtatious women and boisterous, over confident men. That, at least, was the same from his day.

“Like I said earlier,” Charlie explained, looking around the room. The projection seemed to follow her movement, and Alastor recognized that he was basically seeing through her eyes. How curious. “There’s some… soul they lost control of. And they want me to report to them about her.”

Alastor was very curious to see what kind of soul broke from control of literal heaven. He watched rather intently, leaned forward against his cane to watch the projection.

Charlie turned another knob, and the sound of tacky pop music and loud chatter began to emanate from the bar scene. Alastor wasn’t a fan of newer music, but he was often forced to listen anyway in the hotel lobby.

“Is it possible to turn down that dreadful noise?” He complained to her, announcing his dissatisfaction.

“No. I need to be able to hear what the woman is saying,” Charlie answered stubbornly. Alastor’s microphone of a cane began to obnoxiously play a song of his choice for a moment in retaliation, but died down after a few moments. After all, Charlie ignored his attempt at aggravation, so there was no point in keeping it up.

Charlie looked around the bar, searching. Finally, her gaze settled on a fancier booth with half drawn curtains. From her angle, she could only see a woman. She looked frustrated.

“---get out of your shell! It’s about time you start talking to some guys for once,” Charlie caught the tail end of the woman’s statement. She was gesturing wildly around, exasperation evident in the jagged movements. “I’m sick of watching you pine for somebody who’s been gone for ages.”

★

“Ten years isn’t ages, Mechiele,” You drew your finger against the table, making shapes with the rim of water that the condensation from your glass left. Nearly a hundred years, more like, You commented to yourself. You never told anybody that you were an immortal being. Nobody believed you when you did, anyway.

You sat your cheek against the palm of your hand and lifted your gaze to your friend, who looked at you with a sharp frown. You shot her a weak smile. 

“Can you just drop it?” You asked, nearly pleading. You didn’t want to cry tonight, being a little tipsy—you were an emotional drunk. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself blabbering about a dead husband.

“Come on,” Mechiele said impatiently, pushing your pleas aside. “There’s so many hot guys in here, I bet one would just love to take a piece of work like you home and-”

“Mechiele.” You hoped your tone was enough to shut her up.

You should’ve known better, honestly. Mechiele was already abrasive when she was sober, but with the amount of drinks she’s had tonight…

“No, no, no! You bum! Get your ass up right now and get out there! And take that ring off while you’re at it!”

Mechiele quickly lunged at you, a much too playful look in her eye considering how pissed you were right now. You yanked your arm away from her grasp, cupping your hand protectively with the other, shielding the golden band on your finger from her.

“Fucking drop it!” You snapped at her, standing from your seat. “I’m going home. You’re too drunk. I’ll drive.”

“You’re so fucking lame,” Mechiele droned, falling back into her seat. She wouldn’t budge when you urged her to stand and come with you. “He’s fuckin’ dead! Get a new man, already! Alastor’s not-”

Mechiele stopped abruptly when you smacked her. It wasn’t an incredibly hard smack or anything, barely enough to leave a red bloom on her cheek, but it was enough. She looked at you through narrowed eyes. You returned the same expression.

You left the booth and stormed off, cursing under your breath about it all. About Mechiele, about this stupid bar, about the tipsy feeling in your head, about Alastor—

You folded your arms together as you briskly walked to your car, yelling in frustration at your heels and ripping them off your feet. The ground was a little wet and cold, but you didn’t care. After making it to your car, you threw yourself in an switched it on.

You thought for a few moments. You were lightheaded after a few drinks, but you really didn’t want to wait for a taxi. You’d probably be fine, yeah? Sure. Against your better judgment, you began to drive.

It was a long drive, but it gave you some time to think.

You missed him. You pined for him. Nearly every night was agony, missing the presence of the only man you’ve ever fallen in love with.

You cursed whatever higher power there was for making you this way—immortal. How cruel it was, to make you live forever to suffer this longing. You didn’t even notice when you ended up in your room, but you let yourself fall face first onto your bed, curling up into a ball.

Even more, you cursed yourself for ever falling in love. You should’ve known it would only lead to an endless torture of heartbreak. You would never love anybody the same; although, you don’t think you’d want to, even if you could.

You were born to suffer. To spend an eternity in life without him.

★

Charlie continued to watch in shock for a few moments, her mouth dropped at the mention of the Radio Demon’s name. The previously hidden woman stepped from the bar, a furious look in her eyes as she stormed away. Mechiele was left with stubbornly folded arms and an empty glass of alcohol.

“Heyyy, uh, Al, how common is your name..? Do you know…” Charlie asked a bit awkwardly. She got no response. She lifted the headset, and realized he was gone. Even still, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of intense static, and the air somehow felt a bit heavier than before.

★

This had to be some cruel, sick joke, right? Heaven had to be toying with him, finally finding a way to torture his soul. His wife—she was dead. It had been nearly a hundred years since he died, and even if she had lived till she was old—

Alastor was pacing his room, ears pinned and eyes wide in frantic thought. Oh, how he yearned for her. He had managed for so long to push the memory of her away, to lock up his loss in a tight cage as he climbed the ranks of hell; it had all come rushing, barreling, torrenting back when he had seen her—or, no, somebody that looked like her—step out of those curtains. It was only a coincidence that that woman looked like his wife, and only a coincidence that she had a dead husband that shared his name.

His wife was in heaven, no doubt; which was where she belonged, of course, but Alastor had spent the last decade pining for somebody who he could never see again. If given the choice, Alastor wasn’t so sure himself if he was kind enough as to not tear her soul from Heaven and down to Hell by his side. Alternatively, even if Charlie’s idea of redemption were to work, Alastor was truly irredeemable. It was all wistful thinking, anyway.

Alastor’s claws dug into the curtains of his window, staring out into the streets of Hell in an attempt to concentrate on one steady stream of thought.

When billions of people touch the Earth, it’s only natural that coincidences like this rise. Right? He tried desperately to convince himself of different possibilities. It just made no sense.

A knocking at his door made Alastor’s grin curl in deadly malice. He really wasn’t in the mood.

He paced to his door, opened it just enough to fit his body in the frame, and glared down at Charlie. She was wringing her hands together nervously, and only seemed to grow more timid as the heavy, almost palpable ambience of his radio static filled the hallway she stood in.

“I’m busy,” Alastor said bluntly. His lips were curled in a sneer.

“I can tell,” Charlie responded. "I know you don't like talking about yourself-" She began to ramble on about him talking to her about his feelings and whatnot, but Alastor didn’t listen as he shut the door again.

Though, the interruption did give his mind a chance to slow. He sat on a chair in the corner of his room, and opted to fiddle with the radio on the drawer next to him. He tuned it—or, more just magically infused it—to play some jazz to try to keep his head level.

It would take some time to rebuild the dam that held back the memories of his wife. Even just the mere thought of her made him feel weak, and he hated it. The only soul he was capable of falling in love with—gone, forever.

Alastor never took the whole “eternity of damnation” thing seriously, considering the power he held and how comfortable he really was in Hell. However, when he remembered her—

Hell truly was torture. And he was cursed to spend his eternity in death without her.