#Inspire Radio

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Part 4 and End of Alastor's bad day Alastor survived his fake date and will probably (not) think twice in the future before trying to one-up Lucifer on unknown projects. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[gaywaren]

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[dysfunctionalcreature]

wait wait wait wait, imagine Vox tracking Alastor down to flirt with/fight him one day, and Alastor is busy hanging with Rosie when Vox finds him. And Vox starts going off, trying to provoke Alastor, so Alastor turns to Rosie and this convo happens:

Alastor: "Ough he's so annoying, he just won't leave me alone. I don't know who he thinks he is! He isn't even half as evil as me, why is he wanting to fight?? He's pathetic."

Rosie, with her amazing gaydar: "Awwe, don't be too hard on him Alastor, I'm sure he's trying his best, you know, courting can be tricky here in hell."

Alastor, oblivious aroace™: "What??"

Rosie, clarifying: "I mean, he's clearly just lovesick. I think it's kinda sweet actually-"

Alastor: "HE'S WHAT???!"

[damntheyare]

Under My Skin

whamgram

Chapter 13: A Hard Lesson In Humility

[echobsilly]

bites them and doesn’t let go

[incaseyouart]

If I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you~

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[llamasyes]

What a thrill…

[hyorijie]

No Smile | Alastor x Reader

Tags jealousy, established friendship, a not-so-platonic platonic relationship, Alastor loses patience, gaslighting, disbelief, Alastor being him.

Summary You simply watch as Alastor stops smiling.

N: Happy New Year, very, very, very, late, work has really consumed me. But I really hope the whole community can continue to prosper this year. I still have orders pending and of course I will fulfill them, orders are gladly open. Goodbye ♡

Alastor never stops smiling. His mouth always curves in a fixed and sinister smile, a perpetual gesture that seems sculpted in marble. That expression, as constant as the dawn and as haunting as the darkest night, has become an immutable law of your universe. Alastor's smile does not change, does not waver, does not break.

Until now.

It was a flicker, a brief instant, just long enough for your heart to violently flip in your chest. His smile-that eternal symbol of his twisted joy-crumbled. His lips relaxed, revealing something more disturbing than any macabre smile: vulnerability.

The motive was clear in the way his gaze drifted to you, watching you lean toward another, a hearty laugh escaping your lips. The conversation was innocent, devoid of any intent beyond politeness; yet in those red eyes a corrosive fire was lit. Jealousy coiled around Alastor like invisible snakes, squeezing until it left invisible marks on his soul.

But the real trap was your own disbelief. Seeing him without his smile, you felt the ground beneath your feet vanish. You closed your eyes for a second, searching your mind for a logical explanation, an argument that would dismiss the scene as a passing illusion.

And when you opened them, he had already regained his facade. The smile had returned, sharpened and entrenched with a renewed intensity, as if daring you to doubt what you had witnessed.

But nothing could hide the truth that pulsed in his eyes.

Those red orbs, normally dancing with cruel amusement, were now dark abysses, where fury and unease vied for control. Tension radiated from him like the heat of a fire hidden under the skin, about to consume and consume everything around him.

You realize, with a shudder, that his smile is not the strength it appears to be, but a mask to hide the storm boiling inside him. If that mask were to fall completely, not even hell itself would be refuge enough to escape what Alastor could unleash.

The world stopped.

It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't your imagination playing tricks on you. You saw it with your own eyes. For the first time in what seemed like an unbreakable law of the universe, Alastor's smile faded.

His mouth, always curved in that mocking, unchanging gesture, relaxed. His face, normally sculpted into a grimace of sinister mirth, was stripped of its usual mask. And in its place... a void. An abyss of pure, dangerous emotion.

The air felt thicker, heavy on your lungs, as if hell itself was holding its breath.

You closed your eyes for a second, convinced you were hallucinating. But when you opened them again, there he was, standing in front of you, his grin wide and sharp as a freshly sharpened razor.

As if nothing had happened.

No. No. No. No.

— Wait... No. — You blinked, your mind struggling to process what you had just witnessed. — You, you just... what was that?

Alastor cocked his head to one side, eyes sparkling with a playful glint.

— What was what, my dear? — He replied.

— Your smile. — Your own voice sounded strange in your ears, a murmur laden with disbelief. — It... was... gone.

Alastor's laughter erupted like dry thunder.

— Oh, my dear, are you insinuating that my lovely, charming smile is gone? — He snorted exaggeratedly as He folded one of him hands towards him in a quick gesture — What a naughty imagination of yours!

No. It couldn't be. You hadn't imagined it.

— I'm not crazy, Alastor. — You stared at him, looking for some trace of the crack you had seen in his facade. But there he was, with the same expression as always, mocking, amused, as if the whole conversation were a private joke.

— Of course you're not! Although, if you were, would you really know? — His laughter was light, melodious, but there was something... something in his eyes that didn't fit. A tension, a barely perceptible shadow behind the mask.

— Don't play games with me. — you frowned, and crossing your arms. — I saw it. Even if it was only for a second, I saw it.

Alastor sighed dramatically and put a hand to his chest.

— Oh, what a tragedy! My own friend doubting me, my poor heart is broken! — He blurted, as static flew swiftly through the air.

— Alastor. — You retorted.

His grin widened, fangs peeking out in a sharp glint.

— Yes! — He replied sweetly and effusively.

— Just...tell me. — You demanded quickly.

— Tell you what?

— That I didn't imagine it.

The demon bowed his head slightly, watching you with an almost feline curiosity. Then, with a light step, he approached, bowing just enough to be at your level.

His voice descended to a whisper, almost intimate, but the edge in his tone was impossible to ignore.

— If it were true... if I really lost my smile.... — Him eyes glowed, red as embers under the shadows. — Then what do you think would happen?

The air froze in your lungs.And, for some reason, you knew that was a question you never wanted to answer.

Oh, Fuck.

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[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Okay but Alastor not liking sex, not liking sex talk, flirtatioun, touching,

BUT

The ONE time Angel get into Al's room, trying to convince Al to do something for him, he's perusing the bookshelf while he talks. If Alastor was paying attention to him and not the pieces of his radio strewn about on the table he would have stopped Angel before he got to the far corner, but alas, Angel finds, just, the raunchest, dirtiest, fucked up smut novels the Lust ring has to offer.

And he turns around to gape at Alastor, one such novel grasped in his hands. And when Alastor looks up because the incessant talking has stopped, he freezes. His face goes red as it contorts into something between a snarl and grimance.

"Put that back!-"

But Angels already bolting out the door, book still in hand.

"HUSKER! OH MY GOD! SHORT KING!!!-"

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE-"

The hotel barely survives.

[ani-radio]

Inspired by this ⬇️:

[ironborealis]

@elsa-fogen

Just a little thing that's been itching at me, with your lovely Charlie's Toy AU.

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"...I was starting to think he was just a figment of my imagination," Charlie yawns, and Vaggie pauses brushing out her girlfriend's long blonde strands for a moment.

"Oh?"

Before today, Vaggie had thought that Alastor was just a childhood friend of Charlie's, one who maybe died during an Extermination Day, and that's why Charlie always seemed a bit sad when she talked about him -- another reason she was so passionate about ending the exterminations.

The demon that appeared on their doorstep today like a demented Mary Poppins was nothing like what she'd pictured her girlfriend's childhood best friend to be.

She'd come running when she'd heard Charlie shrieking in the entrance, spear at the ready.

She'd been about to throw it at the red demon that had ensnared the now sobbing Charlie, when a black tentacle had wrenched the spear from her grasp and firmly planted it into an adjacent wall. The spear hit with such force that the plaster cracked and one of the pictures fell to the floor.

"Oh Charlie," the demon cooed, "Don't your friends know better than to run inside with spears? Now dry those eyes, give me a smile, and introduce me to your new friends."

The words were sticky sweet, but the look in the demon's eyes was utterly cold. This, Vaggie knew instinctively, was not a demon to be trusted or crossed.

"Mmm... It was like one day he was here and the next he just poof! Disappeared. Mom and Dad said he went to go live on a farm in one of the Upper Rings, but I knew that couldn't be right because he wouldn't just leave me and not say anything -- eventually they wouldn't talk about him at all. I started to think that I made him up... It wasn't like I had a lot of friends, it'd make sense that I might make one up."

Vaggie's heart breaks a little at the thought of Charlie ever being lonely as a child -- because Charlie is so good, so kind, and it seems like few people really appreciate that about her.

She doesn't think Alastor appreciates that about her either, except as something he can use to manipulate Charlie. Why else would he disappear for fourteen years, only to show up and offer to 'help' with the hotel out of the blue?

To (grudgingly) give Alastor credit, his magic made renovations a lot faster.

He was also someone powerful enough to summon other demons, including a minor overlord like Husk, to come work for the hotel.

There's something off about Alastor and Vaggie's going to get to the bottom of it, hopefully before he can hurt Charlie again.

[agenericplaceholdername]

Reminder that interdimensional radio has been a part of Ninjago canon for over 6 years, and isn't even treated like a revolutionary technology:

Not sure if this is more or less wild than the Ninjago equivalent of an Apple Watch having a "Temporal Anomaly Locator" but it's certainly up there.

[onesidedradiostatic]

some of the tags on my edit are making me think:

do you think random sinners who watched everything in stayed gone and never met alastor in person have like fan interpretations of how he looks like based on this one shitty drawing and his voice.

some draw him with a full body of fur. some draw him with a nose, some draw him without a nose. they come up with their own colour palettes too and they all look very different. there are some popular, agreed on interpretations of him too that are commonly drawn

some have interpreted the monocle to be a goofy mismatched eye so there are a lot of people who draw him like that too with one big eye and one small eye

vox has seen all of them and lost his mind about them because they're so WRONG AND INACCURATE (okay maybe he laughed at some of them, but how the hell is he going to enjoy sexy alastor art if they all draw him wrongly? and val doesn't care enough to draw him often) and he wonders if he should have just used the actual picture he had of him for his news broadcast instead so he wouldn't have to be subjected to these horrendously inaccurate interpretations of him. this is why he sent a proper reference when he commissioned luci--

[chocolatepyrusart]

Chaggie Outfits + Wedding Entourage 👼👑💖

[selineram3421]

*escapes from homework* I finally have some time!

Alastor X Reader Small Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ alcohol, cuddles, kisses(implied make out) ⚠

Drunk In Love🥂

You didn't drink alcohol all that often, only a bit during special occasions, but most of the time you were sober.

Alastor was the one who drank more, but it wasn't bothering in the slightest. He would only drink what he could handle, and when he was comfortable enough he'd drink till he was tipsy.

It didn't happen often but you were always nearby when it did.

Today was a normal one, nothing really happened in the hotel. It was its usual lack of guest, so the Princess called an early day.

Now you and the Radio Demon were back home, relaxing in the living room, Alastor sitting nearby the cellarette bar with a drink in his hand. You were on the couch, reading the encyclopedia of herbs that you managed to find deep in the library.

Too transfixed with the book, you didn't notice that the man in red had finished most of the bottle.

"Darling?", he called out, the glass in his hand making a sound as he set it down on top of the cellarette.

"Hm?", you hummed, not looking up from the book.

"Darliiiing~"

Now that's odd. You thought taking in the tone of his voice and looked up from your book, finding the deer demon's smile widen once you were looking at him.

"Come here my darling~", he holds out a hand for you, head tilted to the side a bit with a slight blush on his face. "I want to hold you."

He's..drunk? You close your book before slowly setting it down. No, almost there but not quite.

Standing up, you made your way over to him. Taking his outstretched hand, letting him guide you to sit down on his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck. To get comfortable, you wrap an arm around his neck and rest the other on his chest.

"J’aime sentir ton corps contre le mien."

( I love feeling your body against mine. )

A blush forms on your face and you avert your eyes. "How much did you drink?", you ask, looking over at the bottle.

"Not too much.", he sighs out.

You shiver when feeling his breath on your neck. Holding your breath when feeling him smirk against your skin.

"Tu es si mignonne." (You're so adorable.)

"I'm not.", you mumble, earning a chuckle from him.

"You are.", he replies before kissing your neck.

Feeling your heart skip a beat as he kisses up your neck, you move the hand on his shoulder to the back of his head, encouraging him to continue.

"Mon amour." (My love.)

Kiss, on the pulse of your neck.

"Ma vie." (My life.)

Kiss, on the underside of your jaw.

"Mon cœur." (My heart.)

Kiss, behind your ear.

The smell from the alcohol was starting to get to you, but you really wanted a kiss.

"Alastor.", you pulled back, looking at his flushed face as he slowly blinked at you. "Please kiss me already."

"Of course.", he says and leans in.

Reciprocating the kiss, all is forgotten about the alcohol. It felt like you two were the only demons in Hell.

Maybe...you could get a little drunk.

In love, that is.

*gets dragged back into the depths of assignments* LET ME KNOW IF MY TRANSLATIONS ARE WRONG!!!

~Seline, the person.

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ML for Alastor🎙

[katyakurae]

I really like druids, and I feel like Alastor could make a pretty deadly one. Like mess with his trees and he will rip out your head