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#honestly that's how we all should react to our friends' art#<- words of wisdom prev#hazbin hotel#tw bitchentino
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Netflix really uploaded Nimona in its entirety on YouTube. With English subtitles. That’s really cool!
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#revolves this in my head#i want the hazbin to crew to have a movie night.#i want them to watch nimona#i want alastor to see himself in this pink-haired shapeshifter girl#i will elaborate later#nimona
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Me, reading this: Oh yeah that's like... flowers or something right? Kinda cool ig...
Me, learning what it is in the reblogs: oH HO HO HO HO I LIKE THIS GAME
Adam getting Hanihaki for Lucifer but not knowing what it is until Angel tells him, so now he has to figure out who he has a crush on because he’s dumb.
IT TOOK US LESS THAN ONE MONTH TO GO INTO HANAHAKI DISEASE HUH
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If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you're on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
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i never get tagged in these sorts of things, but this was really cute so fuck it, here's me! Or well, how i would express myself if i could!
I'm not really sure what my sexuality is, but I'm thinking it's somewhere on the aroace spectrum!
Quick: create yourself in this maker!
I'll start:
(I'll tag... @almost-an-artist @kiwi-der-vogel @whyoneartheven @turdofanerd ?)
Oh, and anyone who wants to is invited too!
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Radiostatic Week 2024, Day 4, "You Almost Died!"
(A/N: Finally got over my cold! I am fighting tooth and nail for a good week now that I'm back in school ;-;. Armed with my sweater, accessories, and hellish blorbos, however, I SHALL FIGHT ON! Genuinely how do people without blorbos live, I wish to study them in a terrarium. Anyway, this fic is a bit longer than the others. Woe, demons be upon ye.)
Vox sat up, stretching. He had fallen asleep on the sofa last night, after watching the epic season finale fight between the Princess's team and the exorcists. He teleported down to his monitor room, eager to scour the feeds for anything newsworthy he hadn't yet noticed.
As the footage recorded last night neared Alastor's fight, he remembered how thrilled he had been to see his rival humbled, but not what had happened. Hm. He must have been to caught up in emotions for his system to retain that. It happened sometimes. Well, he would just have to rewatch, he supposed.
...Oh. That... that did not look good.
He rewound and watched it again.
No, that looked positively nasty.
...Well, there was really only one thing to do. Time to play Spy On The Motherfucking Radio Demon Until He Catches Me.
(pov switch)
Alastor shut the door to his new tower and locked it tightly behind him, careful not to sound desperate (luckily, he had practice in that), he couldn't have anyone worrying about him. Flinging his coat in some direction, he wasn't entirely sure, he collapsed into what looked like a chair (it was) and pressed a hand to his wound, breathing heavily, desperately trying to calm his heartrate.
Dammit, this hurt bad. He hadn't noticed when it happened, still pumped up on adrenaline, and later, his minor mental breakdown/panic attack had pretty much drowned everything out. But now, he was getting the full stabbing pain of the angelic wound.
Wrap it, dumbass, or you'll bleed out.
He sighed, having finally calmed down enough to function psuedo-normally (which was about as far as he usually got, if he was being honest), stood up, and attempted to take off his shirt.
Ow, ow, OW.
...This would be harder than he thought.
(pov switch)(yes right here, shut up)
Vox watched through a drone outside the windows (had that idiot really forgotten to close the curtains?) as his rival struggled with his red shirt, wincing with every bend. He finally got it off, though, and Vox couldn't help but gasp at the massive gash across his chest. (and the sight of his no-I-don't-have-a-crush-on-him-it's-complicated-okay shirtless, but that was a less pressing matter)
The bandages, though... those would be much less manageable. He watched as Alastor struggled desperately to wrap his wound, which stretched with every movement of his arms. Mostly his left arm, because although he had taught himself to be ambidextrous, Al was left-handed, which was quite unfortunately the side the gash angled up towards.
It hurt, seeing his old friend like this.
He had to do something.
Time to utterly fuck up my chances at living, I guess. Nice knowing you, weird shark-things in my walls.
He teleported through the camera current and into the tower.
(pov switch)
Ow ow ow ow OW!
This was not working out as planned.
Alastor was trying to wrap his wound, but every movement he made just tugged on it, sending splitting knives of pain through his body. Even if it weren't ridiculously painful, it was extremely awkward to wrap with the placement of it. He almost wished he had told someone, it would have been nice to have someone to wrap it for him.
Out of nowhere, he heard the telltale electric sound of Vox teleporting. He remembered when his former friend had discovered he could do that. He had been so-
Wait. Vox? Teleporting? HERE?!
He whirled around to find the tv-headed demon himself, in the flesh, waving sheepishly and looking very much like he had said goodbye to every houseplant and stain on the rug before coming here.
"Please don't kill me."
"What. Are you doing. In my. ROOM?!"
Vox sighed, gesturing to the attempted bandaging hanging off Alastor every which-a-way.
"C'mere and turn around."
"And why on earth would I do that?"
"Look, I'm here to help. You can't bandage that on your own, I watched you try for like five minutes. You're just making it worse. Now let me bandage your gaping chest wound, and then you can go back to pretending to be the untouchable Radio Demon who feels nothing. Okay?"
He blinked, taken aback. Vox was here to... help? No... no it had to be a trap... he would attack the second Alastor let down his guard...
He distantly noticed Vox was talking again, holding up his hands as though to calm a scared child, or a...
A wounded animal.
His deer instincts rarely took over, usually just the occasional incident with someone shining a flashlight in his eyes on accident. But when they did, they were all but impossible to fight. And right now, they were telling him to run, hide, get far away from this potential predator. He reached up to feel his ears pinned back, antlers partly extended.
Dammit.
(pov switch)
"-and I know we aren't really friends anymore, well, we aren't friends at all, and I'm honestly not sure whether you ever cared about me, but that's not the point, I'm-"
"Vox."
"Yeah?"
"...You can try."
"Try? What do you mean, try?"
Alastor gestured to himself with one hand, the other gripping his wound. His ears were pinned back, eyes wide and wild, and his whole body was tensed to run.
Oh. Deer. Right.
"Okay," he started, holding his hands where it was clear he wasn't doing anything with them, and moving slowly around behind the terrified Radio Demon. "I'm just gonna... yep, right here... did you clean it?"
"Clean what?"
"The wound. Did you... or can angelic wounds even get infected?"
"... I... think? it's okay?"
"You know what, I'm probably making a dumb decision right now, but I'd also like to actually get that bandaged. And keep my arms. Tell you what, if that starts to get infected, you have to clean it. De- I mean, okay?"
"Okay."
(time skip)
Alastor hissed slightly through his teeth.
"Oh, sorry, does that hurt?"
He shook his head. "You're good."
Vox nodded, for nobody but himself really, and returned to wrapping the bandages.
God, he looked so small. It was easy to forget, with the way that ridiculous coat of his flared at the bottom and had such large shoulder pads, but Alastor was actually a very skinny man. Which, come to think of it, was likely why he distorted his silhouette. The tacky coat had a purpose after all.
That, and covering the scars that littered his upper body. Well, technically, you know, covering his upper body.
It was hard not to notice the thin white lines against his black forearms, or how they looked suspiciously straight and purposeful.
He tied off the bandage and moved away. "Done."
Alastor blinked, as though shaken from his thoughts. "Oh. Lovely." He pulled his shirt back on, and the two of them stood there slightly awkwardly.
"Well, uh... I... guess I should be going..."
"Thank you."
Vox blinked. (he didn't, he couldn't blink, he could display closed eyes on his screen, but his cameras didn't blink, and he could never blink the way a human did-)
"For patching you up, or for leaving?"
"Both." There was a slight laugh in Alastor's voice as he waved towards the drone floating outside the window. "Off with you, now!"
Vox chuckled and teleported away. Today had not gone at all according to plan, but it was okay, all things considered.
...
Oh fuck, he would have to change the bandages at some point.
#radiostatic week 2024#hazbin hotel#fanfic lets go bitches#radiostatic#<- platonic (currently)#onesided (previously)
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It's Valentine's day everyone
So let Alastor help you reject some Allos~
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Check out my Etsy! I finally got my Alastor Demon eye to print correctly.
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Radiostatic Week 2024, Day 3, "One-sided Attraction"
(A/N I didn't really like either of the prompts for today, BUT I PERSEVERED. Unrelated but I got the best sweater from Old Navy yesterday, it's purple and fuzzy and sparkly and looks like it should feel like a scrub brush but is actually super soft and I love it. Also I have no idea what brands I'm supposed to shake my fist at so please don't cancel me for going to Old Navy, okay? Thanks. Now, back to the story. Woe, gay tv man be upon ye.)
The old sofa dipped as Alastor sank onto it, letting out a long breath.
"Long day?"
"Well now, however did you know?" he chuckled, leaning back against the sofa back and closing his eyes.
"Lucky guess" Vox replied, reaching up to play with his friend's ears. "Don't you think you should rest?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? ...What are you doing?"
"...They're soft. Sorry, should I not-"
"No." Alastor cut him off. "No, it's alright. I suppose they are soft. And-" It was his turn to get cut off as Vox moved to scritch the base of one ear. "Mmmm..." He leaned into the touch, humming with pleasure.
"Feel good?"
"Quite." He replied breathlessly.
"Good to know," The tv chuckled, continuing to pet and scritch the fluffy ears. They sat like that for several minutes, until Alastor fell into Vox's side, his breathing slow and deep. He was asleep, finally. Vox sighed, smiling softly at his best friend's sleeping form, brushing those ridiculously long red bangs out of his eyes. God, he was cute like this.
Cute... no, yeah, that was the right word. So why did it snag at his mind? Alastor was cute, the little head-tilt he did when he was confused, his soft fluffy ears, all his little micro-expressions, with eyes and ears more than making up for the ever-present smile, if you knew what to look for, the way he would write his scripts laying on his stomach and kicking his feet in the air, his genuine love for his work, the little doodles he would leave in the margins, his face when a song he knew from life was playing...
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Vox had a crush on the Radio Demon.
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Radiostatic Week 2024, Day 2, "Modern"
(A/N: Similarly to yesterday, I let the story drag me by the fingers to write itself. This Radiostatic playlist is really good actually. I'll be at the mall the day this is posted, so getting out Wednesday's may be a pain, as will the rest of the week since I go back to school on Wednesday. I shall persevere as best as I can. Now, enough of this. Story be upon ye.)
Alastor lay somewhat sprawled on the sofa, kicking his feet to the jazz record he had on as he doodled idly in the margins of the script he was attempting to write for tomorrow's report. Behind him, he heard the jingling of keys as the door unlocked and was opened. Vox must be back from the station.
"Welcome back!" he greeted his residence-mate, looking up from the script that somehow refused to write itself. "How was your... day..."
Vox's head was... different.
"You like it?" the younger sinner asked excitedly, not waiting for a response. "I wasn't too sure about the upgrade at first, but Val convinced me, and it's so cool, I can see in color now, it's awesome, damn you're red, I never would have noticed that before-"
"Vox."
"Yeah?"
"How in hell did you change your head?"
"Oh, I, uh..." he seemed nervous, and Alastor had a feeling he was not going to like the answer. "I turned off and... had... surgery.. done?"
As always, Alastor was right.
"...Vox. Do you mean to tell me that you cut your goddamn head off and replaced it?!"
"Technically a team of other people cut my head off and replaced it?"
"That is only fractionally better!!!"
"...look, can we just... not talk about it? I'm sorry for not telling you, I just... it was a last-minute decision. I'm sorry."
"..." he was tempted to make a remark about how it was generally considered unwise to have one's head replaced as a last-minute decision, but sighed and said nothing. It was Vox's choice, after all.
(He had always been uneasy about Valentino...)
#Radiostatic Week 2024#hazbin hotel#radiostatic#<- onesided (eventually)#platonic (currently)#tw bitchentino#mentioned#fanfic lets go bitches
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Considering Alastor tends to get along better with women - Charlie, Rosie, Mimzy - I can imagine when it comes to the Vees he’s a lot nicer to Velvette, and it pisses Vox off
Like, Al would be fighting/arguing with Vox and Valentino, but than turn around to ask Velvette how her day was
#Man’s drinks his respect women juice#it pairs well with the flesh of the innocent#<- prev tags#can't help falling in love with queue
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fuck it, doing this trend. if this post gets:
-20 notes by the time i leave for the mall tomorrow, i'll get something subtly lgbtq and wear it to school on wednesday. (just has to be subtle enough that my grandma will actually buy it for me)
-50 by friday, i'll clean my room on saturday
-100 by march and... idk y'all think of something
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Sweet/silly/sad Alastor hcs because I'm going insane and am afraid of him after the last ep
SPOILERS FOR EP 8
He generally does care for everyone inside the hotel even if he doesn't really show it
The Great Depression during life actually took a pretty big toll on his mental state, and that has stayed with him throughout his death
He loves to hum old romance songs
He and husk are old romantics (even though Alastor is aroace) and so they both know how to slow dance and once when they got drunk they just randomly started dancing
Hes very bad with emotions, his sadness usually just turns into anger, which he ends up taking out on himself, and occasionally on Husk
He is the #1 huskerdust shipper (he came up with that ship name himself)
Alastor doesn't like Lucifer, but he is very glad to see that he does truly care for his daughter
He does infact own Niftys soul just the same as he does Husks, but he's never mean or rough on Nifty like he is to Husk (husk doesn't honestly blame him, Nifty is a sweetie)
He has resentment for Mimzy after the danger she brought to the hotel
While he was recovering from nearly being killed by Adam, he was worried about his friends being without him
When he found out Sir Pentious was killed, he was actually pretty upset
He has incredibly heightened hearing due to being a deer, and it is overwhelming at times
He gets headaches/migranes a lot due to his cause of death (being shot clean through the skull)
When Vaggie explains to him what Aromantic and Asexual is, he is very glad to finally have a label for himself
His motto is "you don't have to fuck to be fab" (iykyk)
He loves sleeping infront of a fireplace
He actually gets distracted by bright lights (like a deer in the headlights)
He can't sleep with something playing on the radio, whether its someone talking, jazz, or just straight static, it has to be on for him to sleep
Is an INCREDIBLY light sleeper, seriously, a whisper across the hotel could wake this man up
He has a special red arm chair in the living room area, no one has the guts to sit there. It might as well have "ALASTORS CHAIR" written across it in blood
Keekee likes to sleep in his lap and he doesn't have the heart to move her
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Headcanon: the reason Alastor's hair is Like That is because he cuts it himself and hates having sharp things near his eyes, so it's longer near his face and gets increasingly shorter the further back it is (and because he can't see the bac of his head he doesn't realize how strange it looks from the back) and he just. Doesn't cut his bangs.
#unrelated but i have a classmate with bangs like that#i was looking at that one frame#yk the one#and since it's from a side view#it just hit me like a truck#“oh shit that's literally lucas's hair”#his bangs stick out like half a foot from his face it's hilarious#luckily for everyone the rest of his hair is normal#hazbin hotel
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Radiostatic week 2024, day 1, "First Meeting"
(A/N: I wrote this on very little sleep, a cold [?] that caused me to lose my voice, slightly more food then sleep, last minute bullshitting that typed itself, and the first radiostatic playlist that came up in a quick spotify search. It is, in a word, shit. But this is the first prompt week I've ever participated in, and I'll be damned if I won't participate. Read it or don't. Toodles~)
Alastor hummed softly along to the song playing over the televisions on display in a nearby store window, closing his eyes as he tried to place it. It was... interesting to say the least; he couldn't quite hear the words, but the tone was...
Ah. "Video Killed the Radio Star". Naturally. It was all they played, or at least it felt like that to the mildly peeved Radio Demon. Whoever was running the television programs loved showing off "MTV's First Ever Song!". Monotonous if you asked him.
He had to admit though, it was damn catchy. The thing kept getting stuck in his head.
That was a problem he intended to fix today.
(pov switch)
The bell over the shop's door jingled, snapping Vox from his thoughts. He looked up, putting on a grin as he prepared to start his regular spiel...
Oh fuck it was the fucking Radio Demon. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Okay, Vox, stay calm, maybe he's not here to kill you just yet, oh fuck what do I do...
"Erm, h-hi, Mr. Radio Demon, sir, shit that sounds stupid, um, h-how can I help? you? today?"
Nice going, dumbass.
Said Radio Demon looked him up and down, and Vox felt a chill go over his cyborg body.
Nope, definitely here to kill me. Well, he had a nice run.
"What is your name, good sir?"
Oh fuck he was talking to him... he'd heard that the Radio Demon liked to play with his prey, maybe if he just played along he'd die nicer? Maybe?!
"Uh, V-Vox, sir."
"Hm."
Oh fuck what had he done wrong, he had definitely fucked up and now he was gonna be eaten, shit...
"Well, Vox, it's a pleasure to meet you. And please, call me Alastor. As entertaining as this 'Mister Radio Demon, Sir' business is, it's hard to carry on a conversation when to other party is acting like a startled rabbit."
...What?
Apparently noticing Vox's startled expression, the Ra- Alastor. Alastor chuckled.
"Believe it or don't, I have no intentions of killing you. I do, however, have some minor complaints about your programming. I'm getting rather tired of hearing that wretched song twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, wherever I go."
"O-Oh! Yeah, of course, sorry about that... To be honest it's been getting kind of old anyway, I was thinking of changing it out more often... Got any preferences?"
#hazbin hotel#Radiostatic Week 2024#radiostatic#<- onesided (later)#platonic (currently)#fanfic lets go bitches#my colorcoding is stupid but quite frankly i give a grand total of zero (0) fucks
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Hey y’all, guess who got an Alastor tattoo today 😎 ME
Done by nikkirex on Instagram.
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guys (gender neutral) help. can someone find that image where its two characters and the one in grey says "traumatized" and looks the part, and the one in pink says "traumatized!" with a thumbs up
its urgent
im fucking up my search history so much and google STILL cant find out what the hell im yapping about
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