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… I just needed an excuse to draw cursed cat Alastor before it dies out

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All those moving fanarts of Alastor discovering asexuality are very sweet and cool, but let’s not kid ourselves you guys, let’s not kid ourselves.

A little bonus:

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Happy 4/20 to all who celebrate

-yours truly, a person who has never done weed

#420 #pot #i don’t even do weed #weed smoking gfs #weed day #hehehe #shitpost

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soooo…is what was made of ice adolescence considered lost media now????

#ice adolescence #yuri on ice #lost media

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brb just scrolling through the yuri on ice and ice adolescence tags crying over the movies cancellation while Taylor Swifts Bigger than the whole sky plays on loop nope totally not me rn

#yuri on ice #ice adolescence

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we will never get to see him win gold 😭😭😭😭😭

#yuri on ice #ice adolescence #fuck mappa #im so sad I’m posting fanart from 2021 😭

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Also the cancellation tweet by the official Yoi account has got 7.2 million views within a day and the Yuri on ice hashtag is trending on twitter. Victor’s va Junichi suwabe retweeted it saying how sad he was that the movie wasn’t coming out. I hope mappa sees this and are fully aware of how much this means to people and what a fumble this was

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Never give up Queens, one day we will get ‘Yaoi!!! in Water’ about a lesbian synchronised swimming team

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YURI!!! on ICE the movie : ICE ADOLESCENCE Officially Canceled

YURI!!! on ICE the movie: ICE ADOLESCENCE Cancellation Notice Thank you very much for always supporting "Yuri!!! on ICE." Regarding the postponed release of "YURI!!! on ICE the movie: ICE ADOLESCENCE," we have come to the decision to unfortunately cancel its production. We deeply apologize for not being able to meet the expectations of all those who have been waiting and have continued to support us throughout these years. The production committee and staff have been in constant discussions to create and to deliver the movie, but due to various circumstances, we have had to make the difficult decision to stop the production. We sincerely apologize to everyone who has been anticipating its release and thank you once again for your continued support. Yuri!!! on ICE PROJECT MAPPA Co., Ltd. Posted on the official Yuri on Ice twitter, @ yurionice_PR

Figure some YOI folks may still follow me, here's the news.

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this was a digital oil painting I did inspired by yuuri’s free skate and love for Viktor..fucking MAPPA. I knew it was coming yet can only wish they’d said something sooner rather than dropping a trailer, keeping the fan base in silence, and then canceling it. At this point I’m not having high hopes for the Sk8 OVA or a season 2

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuri #ice adolescence #mappawhereisyoi #mappa studio #fuck mappa #yoi #yoi fanart #Sad day for the gays to be frank

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1958 catboy party game by willa morley

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Alastor’s breakdown

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GORE WARNING!!!!

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There are racists in hell, everyone finds that out when something about Alastor is brought to light

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There was a knock at the hotel door. charlie answered it first, a big smile on her face.

"Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She greeted the two men, one of which looked elderly.

"Greetings, Princess. My father and I are considering this redemption thing.. we were hoping for a tour first?"

"Uh, sure, of course." Charlie said with a smile. She turned to the bar, waving someone over. "Um.. Alastor!"

The man's ears turned to her, and then said man got up from his seat, dusting his suit jacket off as he approached.

"Hello, my good sirs. I am Alastor, manager of this hotel! What ever may I-"

"Uh, this nigger again?" The older man asked a little loudly as to cut Alastor off while looking to his son, who nodded with a displeased look, before looking to Charlie, "is there a place without THESE folk about? I don't want him dirtyin' my things."

Charlie was.. genuinely confused. What was he talking about? Everyone in Hell was a different color! She glanced at Alastor from the corner of her eye, seeing him frozen.

"Hey! What'chu say about my buddy?" Angel had come over, looking pissed off, with an equally pissed off Cherri and concerned Niffty. The most latter of whom crawled up Alastor's pant leg and then his arm to rest on his shoulder to pat his hair to soothe him.

The younger man spoke up, "we don't deal with those," he points to Alastor, who was uncharacteristically still, "types. Filthy, dark skinned, son of a gilly whore-!"

Angel showed a machine gun in his face, resting just below his lower lip, held by his lower arms as his upper arms were cleaning his ears. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak. Up."

The man backed away. "You know what, never fuckin' mind. Come on, dad. Let's go somewhere with civilized folk."

As the door shut, Charlie turned to look at the group again.

"What was all of that about?"

"What'chu you sinners know about racism?" Cherri asked, slipping her unlit bombs into her pocket.

"Not much, honestly." Charlie said, looking to Husk at the bar who was pouring a drink, and then to Vaggie and her dad - former of whom shrugged while the latter said nothing.

"Well, racism is based on those who were like me and Cherri, born Caucasian, or white if you prefer, being mean and prejudice against people of other colors, like Al here-"

"And me." Niffty said, hugging Alastor's head because the man was still a statue. "I was born to a mother from China and a father from America. Not a single person would give me the time of day, it was horrible."

"Did- did they beat you?"

"No."

"Yes."

The 'no' from Niffty nearly drowned out the soft 'yes' of Alastor.

"Who did it, sir? Point'em out!" Niffty said, producing a needle from the pocket of her dress as she looked at her boss.

Alastor gave a shaky beathe in response, trying not to cry, when the radio dial of the radio at the bar moved rapidly as the previously turned off object came to life.

"I looked like my Maman, my mother, when I was alive." Said the radio, in Alastor's voice.

"I still don't understand." Charlie said, as Vaggie and Lucifer both decided that by Charlie was best to get away from the radio.

"Charlie, I told you that humanity fucked up the free will I gave them-"

"Fucked up indeed, monsieur charlatan." The radio responded bitterly. "My maman got tha worst ah father's beatin's. We hardla' had sud ta get new clothes ahcause father spent it on drinkin'."

"You said you looked like your mother, I assume your father was-"

"White, Vagatha, yes." The radio sighed, heavily, sadly. "Maman felt so guilty tha I came out lookin' like her, cause she couldn' pass me off as'a white chil'. Father hated me fer that more than Maman hated herself.."

When it stopped talked, there was a pause, and the radio started crying - but not as the radio demon, as a child.

"Daddy! Stop it!" Said the tearful voice of the child, as there were sounds of someone being struck.

"Alastor, bebe, I'm okay." Said the laboured voice of a woman. "Charles, leave 'im alone!"

"Oh, so you think your tough, huh boy?" There was the sudden sound of someone being stuck again, going to the floor with a grunt. "Huh? Do you?" There were more grunts.

"Charles, stop! Stop-!"

"Enough!" Lucifer had summoned a giant champagne bottle and spilled it on Alastor, making the already crazy going radio that was starting to smoke and flash like an emergency light go all static-like and then explode.

"Oof!" Niffty fell off of Alastor's shoulder as he landed on his ass.

His eyes were blinking rapidly, from the champagne or the tears, no one knew.

"Smiles.." Angel took a step forwards first, something in him feeling awful.

Alastor's wide eyes snapped up to Angel, his ears up in alert and alarm, before they went to the gun in Angel's hands. "Oh, uh.." he dropped the gun. "Look, Smiles.. none of us knew that-"

"I.. I know.." came the soft, tear filled, shaky voice of the man who kept his eyes on Angel as Niffty began to rapidly wipe off his face of any liquids on it.

Charlie, still not understanding, looked around. Angel, Cherri and Niffy were looking at Alastor in loss. Husk seemed like he was enjoying this, his ever so slight smirk as he sucked down a tall bottle wasn't missed by Charlie - or Vaggie who looked so mad at a thing she didn't understand either and had settled on a target. Then she looke to her dad, wbo looked so guilty, close to crying, glaring at his feet.

"I'm so sorry.." the man said, his voice as small as his stature.

Alastor said nothing back, too.. something to even leave, even as his shadow moved around him to hug him. Just to curl in a ball. Too lost in a time where he was beaten and judged and everything was bad that the present was non-existent for the time being.

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Smile my dear...

Ooh boy, this is different to what i usually post, (sorry, no memes this time!) My first time writing fanfic in 5 years and first time writing Hazbin so i hope it's up you like it!

I love writing angst, so have some Alastor angst! (I hope i got his character right!)

(TW: mention of blood)

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Alastor laid face down in the rubble of what was once the overlords headquarters.

Dazed by the explosion, he lifted his head and upon realizing his staff wasn't in his hand, his ears pinned back with his his eyes darting around in search for it.

They narrowed in on a glint of red poking out of a bunch of debris, but as he got closer though he saw it was broken...again.

Fuck.

Before he had a chance to actually start panicking, an anguished scream ripped through the air.

"Dad!"

On the other side of the destroyed building, he saw Charlie cradling her father on the ground.

Alastor looked above to see three arch angels in formation starting to rush towards them with their spears, his eyes flitted between the two of them.

The princess was too lost in trying to help Lucifer, she became unaware that there was still a battle raging around them.

Every instinct in Alastor's body was telling him to flee, to get out of there before any more harm came to him, he had done it before.

So why was he hesitating now?

Just do it.. Run.

His mind was screaming at him, but his feet remained stationary and his eyes stayed on the two demons.

Three

Lucifer's eyes slowly opened after hearing Charlie's voice but they suddenly widened in horror upon seeing what was behind her.

“Move!”

Two

He grabbed his daughter and with one swift motion spun her around, projecting his wings forming a shield around them both

That's not enough! Alastor thought, these were archangel weapons, they would rip right through them.

Moment of truth.

He growled to himself as his eyes shifted back and fourth to them.

Fuck, was he really going to doing this?

One

It felt like everything started happening in slow motion as Alastor rushed in front of them, his body grew with his arms and tendrils outstretched.

They heard an agonized yell.

Lucifer's brought his wings inwards as they saw the demon fall back, Charlie caught him in her arms and gasped upon seeing three large wounds piercing his body.

She gently laid him to the ground, and before the angels could get a second blow an armored leg sliced through one of them.

Carmilla and her daughters were fighting the others, armed with their own angelic limbs and weapons.

“Tend to him, we'll take care of the rest” she stated.

Charlie nodded and rushed to Alastors side.

“Al!-“ Charlie started

“No one is more…surprised than me,… my dear” he interrupted wincing, inhaling deep breaths. His radio filter stuttering with a pained human voice cutting through Intermittently.

“Alastor, you didnt have to-” Lucifer started

“Don't flatter yourself...your shortness”

He didnt have enough mental strength to think of a proper insult.

Lucifer just smiled, this was the first time he had no retort, he couldn't exactly start exchanging insults with a dying demon who had just saved their lives.

Though, he did think that Alastor wouldn't mind going out that way as long as he got the last word.

“Dad! Do something!” She pleaded, already knowing the answer, these were archangel weapons, three of them no less.

It was a miracle he was even able to speak.

Lucifer looked helplessly at his daughter, he wanted to comfort her, to take her in his arms and tell her it will be OK, that Alastor would be fine and they would win this battle with no casualties.

But he knew that was a lie.

All he could do was be there for her in this moment. He conjured a small pillow and Charlie laid the demons head onto it, he winced clutching his torso and they both knelt either side of him.

“Why?” Charlie asked, it was all she could say, there were so many emotions coursing through her.

He can't die, despite everything he had done she still deeply cared about him.

Why did he protect them?

How dare he be so reckless!

Alastor looked her in the eye, he could tell what was going on in her mind.

“It seems I do...care” he stated through gritted teeth, almost sounding angry at himself.

In his head, he knew it was true though. No matter how much he had tried to resist forming attachments to anyone, he had found connection with them.

This small band of souls he originally had nothing in common with, yet they had somehow wormed their way into his dead heart, people that he would now sacrifice himself for.

Something that he scoffed at previously.

What had they done to him?

They needed to be protected.

How in the hell did it come to this?

Fuck, it hurt so much.

“Thank you”

Lucifer's voice pulled him out of his arguing thoughts.

Alastor glared at him but his expression quickly softened, he knew this was genuine.

“Don't mention it- ever”

He nodded, understanding but also recognizing the slight humor in the way Alastor spoke.

“Of course” he lightly smiled, but this quickly faded when they heard a sudden sob beside them.

“You can't-, you can still be redeemed! We can still-i don't know! We can still do something!”

She nearly screamed this in the demon's face, refusing to believe what was happening.

“I think we both know-”

He inhaled deeply, clearly trying to keep himself alive long enough to say his peace.

“redemption was never in the cards for me, but-”

His human voice filtered through for a minute

”thank you for trying.”

He unexpectedly took her hand in his and squeezed it “Smile my dear…” Charlie did with tears streaming, awaiting the last part of the sentence.

But it never came.

He exhaled one last breath, his smile finally faltered and his face fell into a peaceful expression.

The radio static went silent.

“Alastor?”

Charlie spoke his name almost in a whisper, but the demon remained still.

“Al?” Her voice broke.

Nothing.

Tears streamed down her face and without a word Charlie stood up, Lucifer looked at her in confusion watching as she stared above seeing demons being torn apart and buildings being decimated, closing her eyes all she could hear were the screams and cries of her people falling.

Clenching her fists she felt anger boiling inside, so many casualties for nothing.

Still knelt by Alastor's body, Lucifer slowly stood up and glanced around before deciding it was safe to move away from him.

He went to take his daughter in his arms but stopped in his tracks upon seeing a red light glowing around her.

Charlie was breathing heavily with tears still running, she suddenly let out a banshee scream as four huge black and red demonic bat wings erupted from her back.

Her teeth and horns grew sharper with her crown morphing into a ring of fire levitating above her head.

“Holy shit!” Lucifer stared looking impressed.

"We need to end this" she growled.

Charlie held out her hand and Lucifer gladly took it, giving her a determined smile,

"Let's fuck them up"

His wings burst out and together they took flight.

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I can’t get him out of my head

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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚