He has offered to assist Charlie in her endeavors, albeit, for his own amusement. Haven’t you realized what’s happening by now?” Alastor teased as he lunged playfully forward, causing Gus to gasp and defensively lean back in the tree. She obviously disliked this killer. If he tried to look any deeper in himself the only thing we would find would be the rumbling of his stomach and it’s almost snickering like sounds, laughing mischievously and knowingly at his sarcastic line of questioning.

He is quite slim, with Kahki colored skin, and sharp yellow teeth. He’s a serial killer. Human Alastor doing his daily broadcast! 3.5k. Another audible groan sounded from the living room as Gus managed to stand up, very blotto from all his drinks. “Aren’t you excited?”. His creole accent slipping out for only a moment as he yelled. I know I already posted some art but I’m gonna post MORE. Join. Just blood. Every time he killed them he imagined as though the person was truly his father. The mother was right! He quickly turned toward the sound and saw multiple men in the distance holding flashlights pointing in Alastors direction. “What the hell are you doing?” He said as his voice wavering.
Disbelief filled his eyes. “How was your day? Her words pained him only in the slightest. Just the thought of him made Alastors smile falter, just a smidge. Cause what do you expect? That’s correct!” Alastor said while he backed up, admiring his work. The noise of the streets died down as he started to approach his neighborhood. One happy fellow indeed, everyone would imagine. Her lids shielding her innocent blue eyes to what has become of her husband, and the truth of her faithful son. ANYWAY, I love drawing this precious man…even though he’s technically a serial killer , I drew @madeleine-tortoise’s Awkward Alastor, my art is very half hearted at this point lmao.

‘How pathetic’ Alastor thought to himself. His father showed him how to hunt when he was a young boy.

Alastor McCarthy walked down the sidewalk in his clean white shirt and suspenders, shoes polished so thoroughly you can see the bright sun and the blue sky reflecting off of it!
Father.” He called out into the calm house. “What are you… talking about..?” Gus talked as his words became sloppy and quiet. He tied Gus up to an old bald cypress tree. He noted that it tasted almost the same as a deers.

We had our top music hits and, well, a quite shocking report on the bayou killer.” Alastor explained. He stared longingly at his work, admiring the precise cuts and the knife dripping red juice. 97 pushed me over the edge and now I’m ready to sink with this ship, trying to see how color works on these bois, real name is Vintace but still keeps the nickname Ace. Have a finished sketch and a WIP of Alastor. All this commotion, that is. Sell custom creations to people who love your style. He was a real goof, and a drunk. Alastor took out his knife and walked slowly up to Gus. He had mastered the art of hunting and butchering the creatures he captured. Online. Alastor slowly picked her up and placed her on the couch. Share your thoughts, experiences and the tales behind the art. He had messy black hair and his eyes were half lidded. Wonder who the killer was… Here is the WIP I had posted oh, so long ago- I scrapped the background, but I hope this suffices. Maybe you should learn how to cook properly instead of having a gay ol’ time dancing swing like a flapper at the club down the road. “My! He knew this was it for him, unless he could throw them off somehow. 205 notes Feb 26th, 2020. Upload your creations for people to see, favourite and share. fandomleader12 liked this . "Well dear Giggles, humans have always been my favourite monsters.". “Oh, yes I was afraid that might happen…” Darlene quietly said with a look of disappointment appearing on her face. I can’t believe he’s getting away with this!

Yet, he thought it was orderly and scheduled, and that was something he’s always taken to heart.

He pointed to Alastor. Gus downed his drink in a few gulps.

She fell on the way down with a yelp hitting her head on the edge of the counter. There was no hope for him. A cheap meal and a disrespectful family?” Gus’s voice grew louder and louder with every word he spoke. Alastor reached over and closed the report he was reading from with a resounding thud, a look of accomplishment graced his face. Alastor kneeled beside Gus and pulled out his heart behind his rib cage. Members. Human Alastor . Alastor could hear the subtle clinks of the glass bottle against the cup holder. It looked him in the eye without movement.

Darlene was taken back by his sudden outburst. He wasn’t going to let him talk to his mother that way, no sir!

Let’s get started then shall we?” Alastor asked joyfully. Gus watched every little movement Alastor made, his adrenaline rising with each step. He could never get rid of it through these involuntary murders of his, and he knew this. He managed to pick his father up with a few strained breathes, grabbed the knife out of the sink, and walked out the backdoor. I just. “No, sir.” Alastor responded while staring at his plate. Alastor didn’t like to see her like this, not ever! Alastor could never see what an amazing woman like herself could ever find in a hunk of junk like him. As he was running, he recalled his fondest memories and previous murders as the cops chased him on his tail. Me and my friend @alaina-b have been playing a DND campagin with our other lovely friend. “What is it boy?

He truly loved his mother. It really is cool to see everyone collaborating, as well as seeing the different takes on the original image haha, Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. This was my first time participating in one of these, but I couldn't resist the subject matter because Al has my heart. Oh oh! See you tomorrow folks, stay safe!” He said brightly as he ended his radio broadcast, turning off his equipment and microphone. He licked the knife clean and saw his father’s reflection walking into the room when he looked at the knife. A little drawing of Alastor and his mom just before she died, she was to weak to lift her harms so Alastor would brush her hair every day tell her about how her garden was doing or singing to her.

Gus writhed in pain as he looked Alastor in the eyes. He continued to cut even slices into the beautiful pie. “Oh? Yet it was in the back of his mind as was planning out his demise. “He’s claimed his 11th victim, unfortunately.” He said with a softer voice. It was about 8pm now, and the sun had already cast its final flare. Oh yes, Alastor loved his mother dearly, she was a true light in his life. The bayou killer strikes again! Gus finally arrived at the table as everyone sat down. It gave him satisfaction and it quenched his thirst, for the time being. Apologies!”, “No need mother, it was just business as usual, quite copacetic! Alastor looked down at his hands and his cuffed sleeves. Hungrily shoving the food into his mouth. You can receive commission and Etsy discounts, see sketches and lineart, and more by supporting me on Patreon! It’s too early for Halloween posts but whatever, time has no meaning anymore. “Alastor, would you be a dear and help me peel the potatoes for dinner?” She questioned. Why, he found it quite humorous!