theotherdeerinhell

[theotherdeerinhell]

Yes you are.

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[theotherdeerinhell]

Someone from a different timeline from this Alastor here:

Please stop calling Alastor "daddy."

I hate sharing my adoptive father. Especially the one from my timeline. And I know you freaks are calling him"daddy" because you're horny. Not because everybody is suddenly my sibling.

Thankfully my Alastor doesn't use the internet. He doesn't have to deal with the nonsense on Tumblr, but that is no excuse to harass the Alastors who can co-exist with a modern device without pretending to die just to avoid using it.

How you feel about being called ‘Daddy’? lol

I have no offspring so it makes me wonder why others would refer to me in that manner unless they mean the other term for it. If that is the case, Im afraid I’m not sure how I feel about it. Demons that come in and out of the hotel say this very often. It makes me feel strange. I suppose.

[theotherdeerinhell]

For my collection.

No, it is not weird to have an art collection of your dad. It's called loving your dad.

Apparently all my doodles today are just going to be of Alastor

[theotherdeerinhell]

I am so drunk at this concert oh my god

#local 100 year old man gets as drunk as a frat boy #thank goodness this Alastor isn't from my timeline #The last time I checked

[theotherdeerinhell]

Don't threaten me with a good time, father.

Everytime you kill me, everytime you break me, I come back stronger and with more conviction.

But every time I fight back, get you wrapped around my finger with the little manipulation tricks you taught me...

I see that spark of pride in your eyes.

I know you well, father. You do not try to harm who you believe is weak, unless you feel like they need to be humbled.

We may be of different blood, but you must also remember; my love for you is unconditional. It is thanks to our fights that I am the strong and confident buck I am today. You killed Fiona and turned her into me without asking for the soul I used to be trapped inside. You did so every time my transition reversed through respawning.

And for that, I devote so much to make you feel like that your kindness is worth it a thousand fold.

“You want me to love you? Oh, I’ll love you.

I’ll love you like I love a good meal; torn apart and begging for mercy.

I’ll love you like I love rotten flesh, I’ll love you like I love the feeling of blood staining my hands and bones under my boots.

I’ll love you, but be warned; all my devotion will turn violent before you can utter the words ‘I love you’ back.

I’ll tear you apart before you could ever reciprocate

I’ll love you, but remember; love is a fleeting thing, slipping through fingers and whispered like a dark secret.”

#hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #dad au #ask blog #rp blog #decided to add onto that post because why not?

[theotherdeerinhell]

Come to my room so I can give you a close look at my deerlore~ ;)

[theotherdeerinhell]

Not liking genderqueer headcanons is not transphobic

I recently saw a post that had a footnote saying "if you think that Alastor being a transgender man makes no sense, you're transphobic."

The rest of the post was just a collection of cute headcanons regarding an AFAB Alastor and doe antlers, and there is nothing wrong with headcanoning Alastor as an AFAB man. But what takes it a step too far is calling people who don't like that headcanon or find it nonsensical transphobic taking it too far. People disliking it for transphobic reasons may exist, I'm not denying that, but there are many more reasons.

An argument I have against it is that there is no in-show or meta evidence of him being transgender. Apparently doe antlers (which are possible in many species) are tiny like Alastor's, but we do have to keep in mind that he is a demon, and his antlers can get huge if he wills them to be. He could be keeping them small in his default form for weight and/or practicality reasons. (Even half size could lead to problems with normal things such as going though doorways, especially since Alastor's antlers grow horizontal) Deer biology is not going to completely apply to Alastor due to him being a magical being, just like how spider biology wouldn't completely apply to Angel Dust due to the same reason.

But even though I'm not a believer myself, I do adore it as a transmasc, and as someone who made a transmasc OC who is meant to be his adopted son. I think it would make the dynamic between them cuter if Alastor's been through the same type of shit Rabo goes through. Plus, even if Vivziepop's intention is that Alastor is a cis male, that doesn't invalidate alternative interpretations people have. If they are not hurting anybody, having fun, and it's affirming to them? Then I wouldn't yell at them for being "technically incorrect."

I shall say that Alastor is cis in Rabo's main fanfiction. It's always been the intention in the timeline where Rabo as a character exists, though it would be fun to write a short story taking place in a timeline where Alastor is a transgender man. There is a lot of great potential, and it would be a waste if it isn't explored.

And also, if you're someone who doesn't like the interpretation and you're harassing people for it, kindly move on to a space you'd enjoy being in, and block people who have this interpretation along with its associated tags. (This goes both ways: don't be an asshole)

Click read more for Rabo's comment on it. Because why not?

"The idea of my father being transgender would make me so happy if it's true. Unfortunately in my timeline, it isn't. But I welcome most Alastors as my father, and those who are trans are included. My love for my dad is unconditional, and he is perfect no matter what genitalia he had when he was born. <3"

#ooc post #ooc #hazbin hotel #ask blog #alastor #headcanons #trans alastor #vivziepop #headcanons are valid

[theotherdeerinhell]

OR you can get adopted by a sovereign overlord and snitch on those fools who dare misgender you.

Just don't think about where he gets the juicy steaks for dinner that very same evening. For as far as you know, it actually is venison.

Pro-tip to young trans guys:

If a stranger misgenders you, please please please do not ever utter the phrase, “I’m a man.” It sounds very unnatural and immediately sounds overly defensive.

My advice? Just look at the person like they’re an idiot and, in the deepest voice possible, say, “Uh. Alright, then.”

Just act as though they made a huge and obvious mistake, and don’t get flustered. If you’re comfortable with it, handle the situation with humor and say something like, “Man, I know I’ve got a babyface, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

#jokes aside take the advice above #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rp #ask blog #rp blog #alastor #oc rp #hazbin alastor #lgbtq #transgender

[theotherdeerinhell]

Do you know of any good translators online for writers who know jack shit about French? I'm trying to have him say a grace I bullshitted up he got from his mom. :/

If you also know any actual graces he would actually say, that'd be a bonus…or if that's accurate at all. Online information about Voodoo is either great, muddled, or nonexistent. Seriously, I found a detailed article on how to pray, but whether or not they say grace? Nothing. I'm making a guess on that and assuming that it depends on the family, since it would likely come from the Catholic roots.

And, well, seeing more emphasis in Alastor's religion is something I want to do in the fic about Rabo, since it'd lead to cute family bonding, me learning more about a wonderful yet demonized religion, and leading to anyone who reads it to learn more about it as well.

As a french person, it's kinda funny to me when fanfic writers make Alastor speak french, and it's always things like "Bonjour mon cher, je t'aime" you know, typical french words from the main France french most people learn here and there.

The thing is, Alastor knows french creole from Louisiana, which isn't the usual France french most people know. Alastor would speak like "Bonjou konmen to yê?" Or "Mo laimm twa" instead ahah.

Also, there's different versions of french creole, the one from Louisiana is not exactly the same from Antillean Creole or French Guianese Creole. If you want here's an example to what Louisiana Creole sounds like!

So yeah if you want to spice up your fics and be more accurate with your Alastor speaking french creole, dont be afraid to look out for Louisiana Creole expressions instead of the typical french you'd normally use! Makes it more fun and more accurate 💃

#ooc post

[theotherdeerinhell]

Looking for an Alastor Player

This is pretty much for a Discord server for an AU idea I have. (Weredeer AU)

AU info that's been worked out so far:

Alastor is a scientific experiment gone wrong, where he is a deer man who can turn into a whole-ass deer, and he is essentially patient 0 of a new species where their main form of spreading their kind is by going nom vampire style.And it's just...a wholesome found family, and the victims are like...the best society has to offer. Genius engineers, brilliant architects, caring doctors, kind and generous, etc. Stealing heaven's candidates to vibe in a hidden fantasy-style village as deer people, basically.

There will just be the weredeer to start with, but it will eventually lead to more beasts popping up IE failed victims of the turnings, and there would be like wars and stuff...along with a werebeast hunter problem plaguing everyone. (Pre-determined allies: werecats would be their pets (likely ended up that way IE losing a battle against the weredeer) and wereroaches are willing servants)

Even with other species of werebeasts, weredeer will still be the strongest and biggest, just from being around the longest. Thus, they would've had more time to train in combat and multiply. But once there is a weredeer kingdom, the towns would be a common target due to them being well designed with good quality architecture and infrastructure. The werebeast world is a hidden world.

Not about self:

I just want a place where I would get to have fun roleplaying as my boi, starting out as his pre-transition self because becoming a werebeast is gender-affirming. (Alastor and Rabo meeting and becoming family would be more satisfying if done on screen and is not just backstory stuff). My rp length matches with my partner. If any candidates would like to know more about Rabo, let me know. I'll send his Toyhouse profile over. (Note: It doesn't work on all devices, especially the images. Discord is a very weird host for images for some reason, and I'm just too lazy to hunt all the images down in the code and change them. No clue what the mobile experience is like, probably miserable.) Not all of Rabo's info will be relevant for the Weredeer AU because...different timeline, adoy.

Note about Alastor:

Due to the wholesome nature of the AU, Weredeer!Alastor is likely sweeter in personality and less villainous. An alpha who cares about his herd (even if it's in his own way). He still very much eats the bad people, though. But while his personality may be a little different, he is still Alastor. Whatever that means is up to interpretation.

I pretty much just need a player who is willing to have an adopted fanchild, doesn't fuss as people for shipping Alastor with characters (they don't have to want to ship or have to ship Alastor if they don't want to, I just don't need to introduce that kind of arguing in my friend group), and has a decent understanding of the character.

I'm not super fussy over rp post length, just have it be more than one sentence per post. Rp is something I personally do purely for fun, and had my start on ROBLOX a looonng time ago (before they removed Tix), so I don't take it super seriously. So the most important part is that the player has fun with this goofy little thing.

You can apply either by giving around a drabble of written Alastor rp passage, or we can do a short rp. Both options should be sent VIA DMs.

Note to rpers who don't play Alastor, but read this far in:

Due to the large scale I want for this rp, shoot me a DM. It could just be a character idea, a drabble, or anything else depending on what you want to do.

There isn't a server yet, since there's no point in creating it until an Alastor player is found.

#hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #ooc post #werebeast #discord rp #rp call #furry #furry rp #dms open #auditions #vivziepop #vivzieverse

[theotherdeerinhell]

On this episode of "I Have a Handsome Dad...."

[theotherdeerinhell]

Good evening, sinners! Tonight, I'm wearing my favorite. The fabric is spun from molten angel feathers, and they are imported from Heaven. (Love you, dad! <3) May I see everyone else's cozy pajamas, too?

#ask blog #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel #rp blog #oc rp #hazbin fanart #furry #cute #femboii #pajamas #outfit

[theotherdeerinhell]

YOUR HONOR! This is inaccurate!

Dad would NEVER use the internet. Let alone Twitter! He would think that "tweeting" is sending messenger pigeons.

Part 4 — the Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week special centered around our favorite aroace demon! All the ones that include Vox were inspired by @onesidedradiostatic's very entertaining posts snnxnsndn

[theotherdeerinhell]

The Doe in the Alleyway

I'm making a fanfiction about Rabo, because of course I am. Anyways, here's the first chapter in full. It's at 1.5k words, but since the last paragraph leads to a small timeskip, it's just a good place to end the first chapter. Get hyped up for this fun little thing!

Chapters will be posted to Tumblr as made. It will be posted to Wattpad, AO3, and Toyhouse on a weekly basis once it's complete.

Warning: The chapter consists of misgendering, a female getting a top torn off, mutilation, stabbing, and mentions of blood.

There is a reason why Fiona is a deer, and it's not because she licked salt or grazed on grass. No, it's because she ended up in Hell through the same situation she is finding her way in right now. Her hooves hit the floor with every swift stride, and her breaths prove to be challenges on their own. Fiona has been running for so long, she feels like she could collapse at any moment. But no. She will not let her pursuers get to her. Not this time. She knows that letting them win would be a death sentence.

Fiona stumbles when she finds a wall in her path. Its eyes glare back at her. Fiona takes a couple steps back. She turns around to keep running, but the demons are already blocking the only way out. Their sickly and perverted grins reveal the golden tooth they all share. It is a reminder that they are all there because their master did not acquire what he so desperately wanted. Fiona crosses her arms to cover her big breasts pushing against the fabric of her black goth dress. She clasps her shoulders with her hands and slouches. Just the way they stare down her curves makes Fiona uncomfortable in her skin in a deep way.

"It looks like the little doe finally met her dead end." A vulture-like demon stalks up to her. A ginger cat and a sinner with a mosquito-like nose follow behind him. They take their time in their approach. They know there is nothing Fiona can do about them. These goons may be weaklings themselves, but she is even weaker. Any power she has is just late in manifestation. Fiona backs herself up against the wall as they draw closer. Fiona bares her vampire fangs and growls.

"You could've had this be easy, toots. All you had to do was let Valentino have his way." The vulture grabs Fiona with his friends. They all hold her still. Fiona squirms and cries out with all her might. The goons don't even stop her. They know that nobody will come save her. This is Hell, after all. People only mind their own business. Anyone who meddles are usually dead within a matter of days. It's cruel, but that is the status quo. The cat takes a hammer out of her pocket and kneels down.

"Such pretty hooves," She purrs, "Polished black and shimmering in the streetlight. Perhaps I'll take a shard as a souvenir." The feline grabs a hoof and holds it down. She raises her hammer and strikes it with all her might. The hoof shatters into pieces. It brings about a pain that is more intense than anything Fiona has ever felt. She cries out while her other hoof meets the same shattered fate. The goons drop Fiona.

Standing is much too painful. It shoots a sense of agony up her legs and to her brain. Fiona collapses. Her black eyeliner runs from the tears. This is it. She can't escape. She is about to die again. It can't end this way, not this soon. But that is not Fiona's choice to make. It never is.

"How about we see what's hiding underneath that pretty dress?" The vulture snickers. He grabs Fiona's dress and pulls it right off, exposing everything that creeps like these three would want to see. Fiona can feel their eyes staring at her harder. She tries to cover herself, but the vulture grabs her wrists tightly. "There is no point in you trying to protect yourself now~ You have no hope. No friends, no feet...just us, and my friend's blessed knife." Fiona looks behind the vulture to see what he's talking about. Indeed, the mosquito is holding a knife that shines white. Fiona cries out again. Her desperation grows stronger, but there is nothing she can do as the knife pierces her flesh. Red blood spills out as soon as the knife is pulled out.

Fiona screams again when the knife makes another puncture. The torture is endless, even if it's just for a minute. All of her vital organs are missed, but Fiona can tell that that is the point. Nobody in this group want to give her a quick death. Perhaps such a thing wouldn't be entertaining enough for them. The pain stops coming after some point. The goons drop her and snicker at the state they have put Fiona in.

"The bitch's already dead," The vulture tells his comrades, "Let's get going and tell the boss. She got exactly what she deserved." The other two nod their heads and leave the alleyway.

Fiona sits alone in the dark. She has no choice but to feel the agony and let exhaustion wash over her. Would she even be able to heal from angelic steel-induced wounds if she survived by some miracle? Staying awake is becoming increasingly difficult, but a sound makes her ears perk up. Three screams that sound so much like her killers. Fiona loos up. A shadow tendril waves half of a body in the air. Green electricity crackles through the thick wriggling shape of darkness. Could it be...?

Fiona slumps down. What is the point in guessing? She'll be dead by the time her savior finds her. She may as well give in now. Yet, that small sparkle of hope keeps her awake. So when the handsome buck clad in vintage red comes walking in, Fiona is in awe at the sight. For not only is the demon the same species as her, but he is the very manifestation of her dream self. He brushes some dust off his tattered coat, and the yellow sharp-toothed grin plastered on his face grows.

"I must apologize for being late, my dear." His voice oozes with charisma as he speaks, it's almost familiar to Fiona's dying ears, "But I was in the middle of lunch. Though, those lackeys did make for a fine dinner."

The male kneels down to take a closer look at Fiona. He tilts his head when he finds that the demons didn't even give her the decency of a full outfit. And the state of her hooves - her feet are practically stumps with how damaged they are. This doe is a beautiful one, he can tell. Perhaps if she wasn't so young, she'd be the one he's interested in. Letting her die would be a waste. So he snaps his fingers and lets a blanket appear around her. The demon wraps it around the fragile body gingerly in an effort to return some sense of dignity to her.

Fiona opens her eyes when she feels a blanket tightly wrapped around her and a pair of arms lifting hr up. She takes a good look at the one who is taking her to somewhere unknown. It's still that handsome buck. But is he here to save her? Even with her own uncertainty, Fiona has no choice but to find out. 

The male approaches the staircase of the recently rebuilt Hazbin Hotel. It is grander than it ever was, and the building is no longer on the brink of collapse. There are still not many residents looking for redemption. Most of the sinners the man walks past in the lobby were either already there, or they are people who came in seeking sanctuary. While being a refuge was not the owner's intention with the hotel, it is a consequence of it being neutral ground. Nobody has to worry about regular squabbles during their stay, so the injured and the weak live there. The only condition upheld is that they do have to go through the rehabilitation program. And as prideful as all sinners can be, most of them would rather be redeemed than dead. He comes up to the front desk, where Charlie herself is sorting through the room keys. She looks up to the sight of her "friend."

"Oh! Alastor!" Charlie pipes up, "I see you're back from your errands." She looks down at the female deer in his arms. The poor thing is leaving blood everywhere, and she's barely clinging on to life. "A-and I see that your friend there needs medical intervention."

"Don't you worry." Static crackles and pops when Alastor speaks, "From the way she is fighting death, I can tell this one is strong. Her damage is nothing I can't mend, but if you don't mind, the time window I have to ensure her survival is increasingly short. I will require the emergency kit at the back there." 

Charlie hurriedly turns and gathers the kit, "Right! Right! This is no time to chat. That person is dying." Charlie turns back around and hands the kit to Alastor.

"Thank you dearly." With that, Alastor navigates his way to the elevators. Charlie is absolutely grinning behind his back. Could this be it? Is the hotel finally making Alastor crack? No, it can't be. He has plans for that poor demon. Favors like what he's currently doing always have strings attached to them. But what would those strings be? A soul contract? A favor in return for what he has done? Charlie will find out soon, though she is not looking forward to what horror awaits that innocent soul.

#fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #oc #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #dad au #oh deer #hazbin hotel alastor

[theotherdeerinhell]

Fuck yes more deer sinners let's go!

Our population grows~

Sooo, I had this silly willy thought about Alastor having a big brother...👀

Let's call him Alfred

[theotherdeerinhell]

hghfhffnwbfaubfibwfwiwflwnscbibhtf I love it when my dad genuinely smiles.

🎵Singing in the rain🎵

[theotherdeerinhell]

Sire, please don't bite me. That would be painful.

So, y'know ... it's Chewsday. And I'm awake; time to bite every one of my lovely sinners.