#alastor (ram)

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Okay, now that the blog finally got unflagged, I can share this! Massive thanks to @benjimatorarts for accepting this commission– I'm delighted with how it turned out! It's nice to have a sort of "cover" for this AU, especially since it's been ruling my life for the past month.

For those who don't know, this AU is predicated on the theory that Niffty is actually a former overlord who Alastor somehow drove into insanity. The story is based around the question: "What if he did the same to Vox?" Developing this AU has been an ongoing collaborative effort between myself and several lovely frequent contributors, and I've really enjoyed what we've put together so far! We mostly focus on Vox's relationship with the Vees in the aftermath of the event and the psychological/emotional fallout thereof, as well as Alastor's reappearance seven years later, when he summons Vox to join him at the hotel. It's honestly been a ton of fun to work on and I think we've gotten some really good angst/black comedy out of it!

But yeah, enough pitching– thank you again to @benjimatorarts for the piece!

[redladydeath]

You know that theory where Niffty is a former overlord who Alastor chose to brainfuck instead of killing for whatever reason?

Someone make an AU/fic where he does that to Vox

[venisontransmission]

@voxxcd from here

It's deeply concerning to see Vox so completely disengaged with the world around him. Alastor can't find the heart to hide his concern - pinched brows as the static grows in pitch. Finally, there's a break - the deer demon sees a face looking back at him. It's not right - but it's an improvement.

Where at first he's almost nervous to touch, the radio host lasts all of a few minutes before he's approaching and running fingers along the sides of Vox's screen.

"What happened?" Measured out perfectly - he couldn't lose his temper at Vox, it wouldn't help.

[voxxcd]

((I mentioned before in the replies to a post tht vox would lead a vox army against ram alastor for goin after the vox multiverse he'd be pissed as hell lmfao))

[everworlds]

A Moment's Rest ✨️

After a long day of working, these two need some time to unwind together 💕

I have been dying to draw these two on an actual, full canvas forever!

Time taken:

8hrs and 32 minutes

Program used:

Ibispaintx

Characters used:

Ever Sinclair (My OC)

Alastor Hartfelt (Hazbin Hotel, belongs to vivziepop)

[huskirl]

This is clearly a kismesis

Also a small silly doodle from right before bed

[storm-ismyusername]

WIP. F!Alice belongs to the wonderful @notherpuppet and F!Vox belongs to @redladydeath's from their amazing (and incredibly dark) RAM AU at @randomly--accessed--memories!!! Please check both of them out!!!

[staticintone]

I'm doing it.

Send [ ♢ ] for RAM Alastor to meet your muse as is. (Your muse will be your main verse, and he will be trying to understand them. Nothing complicated. These will be short)

Send [ ♧ ] for RAM Alastor to meet your muse under RAM circumstances. (Your muse will be from a RAM universe. Not necessarily my RAM verse, but a RAM verse. If you want an idea, go to the RAM blog. These will also be shorter)

Send [ ♡ ] for RAM Alastor to try and involve your muse in the process. (Are you insane? This means he'll either try to change your muse or convince them to help him. These will be long, and if we haven't interacted much, I will be messaging you to plot)

Send [ ♤ ] for RAM Alastor to try to break your muse emotionally. (This does not mean a "torture broadcast". This will be him trying to warp his way into your mind. I, again, may have to plot through this with you so that he knows which buttons to press. These will be long as well)

These can be combined as you see fit.

[voxxisms]

@staticintone whispered a line !! ram!vox swap ( accepting! ) “What’s wrong with you?! What happened to the frequency?”

the tone startled him. something about it was frantic or upset, he wasn't fully sure. shoulders drew in, making himself smaller. worry settling into his core. what had he done? he just got here, he hadn't meant to cause any problems. didn't alastor let him? or maybe he'd forgotten. he knew he was supposed to stay close to the hotel, but he couldn't really remember how he had gotten all the way outside without walking there himself. or traveling through the networks. but he couldn't recall those things.

❛ i ... i'm sorry, i don't know what you mean. ❜ cycling through varied frequencies, pulling words as necessary to fill his vocabulary. mental barriers too in place to figure out what he was talking about.

❛ i don't know what happened. i was in my room ... && then i wasn't. i was on my way back, it took a while to find the exit to that place i was. big building, many windows. confusing. ❜

meek in his own tone, gaze settling on alastor's face. relaxing him instinctively, really, offering a shaky, uncertain smile.

❛ i don't mean to frustrate. ❜

[voxaholic]

Have @randomly--accessed--memories on my mind, so here is a mental animatic/amv set to this song.

I want to say I learned something valuable today

Opens on Vox with his flatscreen head smiling sardonically at the camera as he sings the lyrics.

Alas, my murdered remains are incapable of learning anything

The screen flashes red and violently cuts to Vox's vivisected torso then to Vox with his retro head smiling vacantly at Alastor's side.

Trusted you I should have never trusted you

A montage of Vox and Alastor during the "good old days" where Vox is following Alastor around with stars in his eyes.

In fact I never did

Cut to them fighting, Vox gets Alastor pinned and there is a brief shot of both their faces looking furious.

What's the use I'm not complaining I'm not anything

Vox at the hotel with the residents. He looks happy, for the most part, but on the last line, the camera zooms in to show his screen is completely black.

Is this what's supposed to happen When you're only trying to do right in this wicked world?

Vox and The Vees, a montage of him building his empire with those two at his side. Him trying to "right" in Hell by acquiring power with his partners by his side.

Probably I should already know this

Vox alone in his quarters in the tower, Vark at his side. His empire isn't his own anymore. He is otherwise alone.

Probably I should graciously accept what I get

Alastor popping up out of nowhere. Vox is thrilled, there is a shot of him excitedly taking Alastor's outstretched hand.

..... And that's all I got for now. Might go back and do the rest of the song later though. I think it's a good Vox -> Alastor song.

[staticgcne]

❛ If he's fixable, I could certainly give that a try. I always did love his vocals, I do wonder how they sound when he's in pain. ❜

[randomly--accessed--memories]

I’m curious as to why this wasn’t discovered before now, but it feels like it belongs here

[redladydeath]

One last thought about the mindbreak AU before bed:

It's a normal day in Vee Tower. Velvette's in her quarters, trying to livestream, when Valentino bursts in, bitching that he can't find Vox and that he's not answering his calls. Velvette pauses the stream to yell at Val for interrupting her work with something so petty— Vox is probably ignoring him on purpose because of shit like this. They go on like that for a bit until suddenly, the tower experiences a brownout. Velvette's laptop starts glitching out— not only is the internet down, but the computer itself seems to be corrupting. This is all highly unusual; the tower never loses power since they're the ones producing most of the damn stuff. And then Alastor's voice starts emanating from every speaker in the building.

He welcomes everyone back to his show, saying that tonight's broadcast will be a very special one– a throwback to his older work. This week's guest is an overlord from the entertainment district and one-time close personal friend of his: Vox, the Media Demon! Vox's voice is heard, cursing at Alastor in response, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Don't touch that dial, Al says, for tonight's show will be very entertaining, indeed.

Valentino and Velvette are frozen for a moment, rooted to the spot in terror. Then, before Velvette can even process what's happening, Val tears off down the hallway to his quarters, scrambling for every gun and angelic weapon he owns. Velvette goes after him, yelling to slow down, that this might be a trap and that there are ways to fake someone's voice. And then the screaming starts. Velvette may not have ever experienced one of Alastor's broadcasts before, but she can tell on an instinctual, animal level that the sounds coming out of the tower's speakers are not AI.

Val tears off to the roof, barely able to contain his demonic form as Velvette runs after him. He almost takes off without her, but grabs her at the last moment when she screams to take her with him. In his full demon form, Val makes a beeline for Alastor's radio tower, with Velvette dangling off of him. She tries to make calls and check social media for more information, but her phone is completely non-functional, along with every other piece of modern technology in Pentagram City. The only things that seem to be working are the speakers, all of which are playing Alastor's broadcast, city-wide.

When they reach Alastor's tower, Val immediately starts tearing through everything he can. But to Velvette's horror, no matter how much of the tower they search, they don't find anyone: Alastor and Vox aren't there. Vox's screams are echoing throughout the city and Val is yelling and crying and smashing things in vain and she's just stuck there, useless, unable to do anything about it.

Eventually, the broadcast comes to an end. Alastor thanks Vox and the audience for a delightful show and signs off. The power and cell service suddenly come back on. Val and Velvette only have a few moments to try and wrap their minds around at the fact that they didn't make it in time before Velvette's phone starts blowing up. She gets a call from her secretary: Alastor just dumped Vox's mangled body in the middle of the lobby before vanishing into thin air. The two of them race back to the tower.

Everyone is astounded to learn that, when they scan his systems, Vox is still alive, although completely non-functional at the moment. VoxTek employees scramble to repair his mutilated body, all while Val screams at them to work faster, to fix him! Velvette is approached by one of her employees; they've looked over the security footage and it turns out that Vox and Alastor were actually in the basement of the tower, in one of Val's studios no less. They don't have footage of the actual event, but they do have the aftermath, with Alastor (in pretty rough shape himself) dragging Vox's body back upstairs. Velvette goes numb at the news. They were in the same building the whole time. All she can manage to get out to the employee is to not, under any circumstances, tell Valentino.

[venisontransmission]

@televisionrotsyourbrain

If the old television head were a mere 'blast from the past', the expression on Vox's face was an entire freight train.

A long buried memory unhelpfully crops up. Of a time shortly after he'd first met the television demon who was very new to Hell and all its inner workings.

The sinner had taken to following Alastor around like a lost puppy, and the radio demon tolerated it if only because Vox was just so interesting. So different than anything Alastor had seen in life - how much time had moved in the short span that he'd been dead.

If he recalls correctly, the media demon had been babbling on about tech for the better part of fifteen minutes. A bombardment of information when Alastor had asked about the inner workings of Vox's television head - and television in general. To this day, the deer demon is not sure why he did it - perhaps it had been done as a teasing gesture - claws reach out to touch the hard outer shell of Vox's monitor. He feels the snap of static electricity against his knuckle as he hooks a finger on the inside of his screen and tugs gently.

"Perhaps one day, I'll take you apart."

And that exact grin, that exact flash of light was the response he received over seven years ago.

"I'd like to see you try." Vox had said - possibly the first time Alastor had ever heard such a haughty tone from the other sinner.

Full of surprises, that one.

In the present, he lets go, watching Vox carefully. On any other day he'd assume this to be some sort of trap. But something is off. The media demon's radio waves were completely jumbled, like playing a violin with broken strings. A terrible sound for sensitive ears like Alastor.

"Well I was expecting something more modern, but it may seem something is amiss with this situation."

[iluvhavingnobrain]

WARNING, A LOT OF WORDS 🤧

Today, Alastor had told me he'd be over soon to paint another wall or two, he just had to buy a new gallon of paint and some other personal things before hand. I didn't mind, he wasn't in a rush anyways. It also gave me time to relax before he came over as well, so really it's a win win. Although, last night while I was trying too sleep I heard screaming from down the sidewalk. Was more than likely the murderer, I'm thinking about moving to the other side of Louisiana..where the killer doesn't reside. But then I'd have to quit my only paying job AND I'd have to say farewell to my new friends, I didn't want that.

Not at all. But I couldn't help but feel concerned about my safety whenever I roamed the streets and sidewalks, especially during nighttime when I was coming home from work. Gender doesn't seem to matter too this so called..'Deer man' people always say that his shilloute looks like a deer..yata..yata. I thought the nickname..or..title for this killer was a bit humorous if I had to be honest, I know that serial killers are dangerous and all, but I didn't think why deserve some cheesy title to make people even more riled up.

You want people to feel safe in their own homes, not uncomfortable. I sighed as I thought about that, to be honest..there was times when I felt uncomfortable in my own home, especially when I rounded a corner in the hallway or something. I need to ask Mimzy if she could let me out of work a bit more earlier..since..according to the morning papers, six proskirts, pimps, and gang members have been found dead. Within just the last two weeks! Meaning 18 dead bodies have been found, either mangled, gutted, or just with their throats slit. The thing was..most of it was during nighttime, around the early, early hours. Or just a bit after midnight.

I tried to do most errands during daytime whenever I could. I don't know much about killers, but I do know that this one..and most, wouldn't dare kill a person in broad daylight.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, I sighed as I got up from the couch before heading over to the front door and opening it. "Oh, hey..that didn't take long." I said as I was greeted by Alastor, he simply chuckled before replying. "Never said it would." He teased as I fully let him in, I nudged his elbow. A soft chuckle escaping my lips. "Yeah, yeah. Smart alleck."

I paused for a moment, realizing something. "Hey, how'd you convince your boss to let you have an off day, Al?" I asked, he thought for a moment trying to figure out his next words. I snickered as he put his thumb and index to his chin, pretending to think really hard. "Well, I just promised him I wouldn't ask for the rest of the month. Although I only said that because I knew he'd forget eventually."

I paused at his words, did he just finesse his boss? "Ho-..Im not even going to ask."

Alastor chuckled at my reaction, causing me to huff and cross my arms. "Let's just get started." He nodded before handing me a paint brush, I gently grabbed it before dipping it into a paint bucket. Coating the brush in grey paint. I began to paint the half painted wall that we had left off on, this time, there was no messing around. Only chatting and sometimes jokes, we both had dry humor..so luckily it wasn't as awkward as it could've been.

We finished up about two walls, almost the whole living room. "Better than last time." I said with a shrug, Alastor snickered and I arched a brow. "Darling, it's...it's..if not, the same." I sighed and crossed my arms as I glanced at him. There was a difference, A very small one. "Yeah but it's still progress, and progress is progress." I hummed, Alastor shrugged and nodded. I scoffed playfully, he never took anything seriously. "Ooh! How about you stay for dinner?" I chirped, turning to Alastor. He seemed to hesitate, I seemed worried for a moment before he said.."Of course, my dear!" My eyes lit up with excitement as he said those words.

I've been contemplating the question for

the past week now, and I never thought he'd actually say yes! "Okay! Although Im not telling you what I'm making.." I teased and he sighed, causing me to giggle. "I'm sure you can wait, now make yourself comfortable..wait, actually..clean yourself up first." He paused, his smile turning to one of confusion. "Well, I don't have an extra pair of clothes." I frowned slightly, I hadn't thought of that..I should've.

"Hmm..your clothes aren't that bad.." I gently tried to swipe one of the small paint stains off of his shirt, making it smudge. "Sorry.." I muttered, he simply chuckled. "It's fine, my dear. I have plenty more sweaters like these, don't sweat it." Alastor said reassuringly, I nodded with a sigh before heading upstairs, pausing at the first step. "I'm just gonna get changed." With that, I continued up the stairs.

I could hear Alastor huff before sitting down onto the couch. I sighed quietly to myself, yes I felt a bit bad. But, it's only three splotches...he'll survive.

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I came back downstairs five minutes later to find him zoning out on the couch, seems about right. "Heeellooo...? Earth to Alastor?" After I snapped my fingers in front of his face a couple of times, he blinked before looking up at me. "Oh..hey, darling. Sorry.." I shook my head, a reassuring smile on my face. "No need, we all do it sometimes..well, most times." We both shared a small laugh before I moved away from the couch and into the kitchen. "Now, as I said before..Im not you what I'm going to make, although it will be something form my culture!" I chirped as I got the pots and pans ready.

I already had meat thawed out, originally..I was just going to cook it for me, myself, and I. But now I have company, so there might not be any leftovers.

"Is that the only hint your going to give me?" Alastor teased from the living room, causing me to giggle under my breath. "Hmm..let me think, yes!" I said back from the kitchen, causing him to playfully huff. "Yeah, well..just let me know when your done!" He replied and I nodded. "Got it!" And with that, I began to get started with dinner. ________~*✰◇✰*~______~*✰◇✰*~______

(Sorry for another time skip 😭)

I watched in awe as Alastor scarfed down the traditional dinner I had made, I hadn't expected him to like it so much! When he was done I began to snicker, causing him to arch a brow as he looked up at me from his plate. "Why, I uh..didn't really expect you to actually enjoy it.." I whispered a bit shyly, I've never been the one to cook genuine meals. I commonly made small single person sized meals, never just..actual meals!

He chuckled and politely took his napkin before wiping his mouth and the corner of his lips with it. "Why, I never said I wouldn't." He teased, I gave him a soft smile before he spoke again. "What's this stuff called again, my dear?" I thought for a moment, how could I have forgotten the name? It's such a short one anyways. It popped up into my head, I blinked as I suddenly remembered it before answering him.

"Okra soup." I hummed, Alastor thought for a moment. "Could you possibly write down the recipe one of these days?" He asked a bit quietly, I nodded and looked down at his clean plate.

It still amazed me on how quickly he had finished that, and yet somehow..he still stays pretty lean. "You want me to take care of that for you?" I said with a quiet snicker. He glanced down at his plate, seemingly had forgotten about it. He just dismissively flicked his wrist. "No, it's okay. I can do it, I am the guest after all." A small tingly feeling rose to my cheeks, was I seriously blushing right now? I shook my head subtly before nodding at his words.

"Just put your plate into the sink, I can take care of it later." I said to him as he got up with his plate, I watched him leave the dining room before gently slapping my cheeks. As if trying to slap the blush away, yeah I know..pretty stupid.

I immediately stopped when Alastor walked back in, standing up from the table and grabbing my own plate as I did so.

"Heyyy..Al." I said quietly, he arched a brow at me. "Are you okay, darling?" He asked worridly, I nodded reassuringly. I didn't need him worrying about me, I hope.

"Yeah, of course I am!" I blurted out before covering my mouth. "I mean..I am, yes I am fine." I said a bit more quietly and politely, Alastor blinked before laughing. I huffed in embarrassment, putting my hands on my hips as I did so. "What? You've done the same thing once or twice whenever you talk to me!" I exclaimed, causing him to laugh even harder. I groaned and got my plate before heading into the kitchen and rinsing it off.

"Yes, yes. But it was still humorous!" Alastor called out from the dining room, I grumbled under my breath. To be honest, anything was humorous to this man. "Yeah, yeah.." I grunted under my breath before drying off my hands. I walked into the living room and sat down next to him. "It's still barely 8o'clock. There anything you wanna do?" I asked as I lazily leaned back. Alastor thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No, not really." I nodded before a question popped up in my mind.

"What time are you looking to go home?" I asked as I sat up, he stayed silent for a moment, odd. He's usually a chatterbox, maybe not today..I hope that's all it is. "Al?" He flinched as I said his name, his eyes wide for a moment before he glanced over at me. "Sorry..I just..sorry." I shook my head. "No, it's okay..although that's twice now." I reached to put my hand onto his shoulder before stopping myself, I needed to ask first.

"Do..you mind if I?-.." I whispered, gesturing to the way my hand was hovering over his shoulder. He shook his head and I placed my hand onto his right shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting way.

We sat in silence for a moment, both of us drowned in our thoughts before he spoke up. "Would it be alright if I were to stay the night?" Alastor asked hesitantly. I paused, that was unexpected. Especially since it was coming from him,

He never really wanted anyone to pity him or..he'd never really ask for comfort at all.

"Is there any reason on why you'd like to stay the night?" He shrugged, a longing look on his face. "No..well, yes. I just..you don't have to say yes, I can go back home if you like." I shook my head at his words. "Nonsense, you can take the couch for the night. I have extra blankets in my closet." I stood up from the couch and headed upstairs to my bedroom, I opened up my closet..I had a special velvety blanket. I usually kept it too myself, but..it's only for one night.

I grabbed the large and warm plush blanket before heading back downstairs into the living room. "I could wash your clothes for you, if you'd like." I said gently as I approached him. His posture was slumped and he looked defeated and tired. Poor guy.."That'd be nice, thank you." He said as he stood up from the couch, I nodded and turned around to give him some privacy as he undressed.

"You've asked me this question a bunch, so..now it's my turn to ask..are you okay, Alastor?" I asked quietly. He was quiet for a moment..the silence was uncomfortable and tense. I didn't like it, it made me anxious. "No." He said quietly, I froze..he'd never down right admit the truth when it came to his feelings..so why now?

"Can I turn around now?" I whispered, causing him to hum in response. I saw him in only his boxers, although I didn't care about that. I only cared about why he wasn't feeling well. "Why don't you feel well..mentally?" He seemed awfully hesitant to answer..although eventually he did. "I wouldn't like to share on why.." He muttured, I nodded and guided him back down to the couch, I then untucked the blanket from underneath my arm and handed it too him. "If you need anything, I'll be upstairs."

And with that, I headed into my room..his words plaguing my mind.

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HALLOO I BEEN PREPPING FOR COLLAGE ND STUFFS, SO LIKE..IM GON BE UPDATING SLOWLY 😔😔

Like I promised..

Word count: 2246

Shh, it's good trust trust 😔🤘⛓️🖤

[everworlds]

Hopping on the trend!

They cure my anxiety /srs

SORRY FOR THE LATE VALENTINES POST :(