#it does also say bottom!Alastor

[allastoredeer]

Another radiodust fic: The Honey & the Bees by insertusernamehere. I really enjoyed it at least? I am a terrible radiodust shipper though so I may be biased

OOH! This looks tasty O.O

Thank you! I am tucking this away in my Marked For Later!

[alastorss]

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Alastor does not have a heart.

You think that most Sinners do. A form of punishment by the divine—to suffer every squeeze of pain and loneliness; to have that wretched thing in your chest just to feel human when you are far from.

Sinners deserved to have a heart more than the winners, if only to bring the ache that comes with it.

But Alastor, he has no heart.

You’ve been told that the place where he should ache and hurt the most is missing. Incinerated before he ever materialized in Hell. Lost to fire.

He was a heinous monster when alive—most think he didn’t even have one when he was human.

He didn’t know the feeling of it plummeting from your chest to the pit of your stomach, or the way it could get caught in your throat. He was a demon through and through. He would never understand what it meant to be human.

You believed it despite wanting to see the best in him.

Alastor was your friend. One of your first after manifesting in Hell. You’d like to think that he trusted you a little more than the others in his life—that you were as special to him as he was to you.

However, you could never look past the ways he took care of his shady business. How he drenched himself in blood as if it were the only cure for his everlasting boredom. You especially could not stomach the way he dismissed his other supposed “friends”.

He kept you around, but for how much longer? You would never know.

Still, you allowed yourself to be strung along by his enchanting personality. You loved him the way the moon loves the sea—yearning, wanting. But he is beaming in the sky and you are at the bottom of the ocean.

You would never know what it was like to own souls, or drink whiskey until it burned, or smile forever. The same way he would never know a heart.

That was the wall you wordlessly put up between you and him.

And he never mentioned it, never wondered why you would stand a foot away when usually you were all over your friends. You suppose that he didn’t have the same ache in his chest.

Alastor is heartless. That much, you thought you knew.

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Jealousy is a petty, ugly emotion.

To think that he even has the capacity to feel it makes Alastor’s skin crawl. He thought that he had abandoned such worthless feelings long ago.

Yet here he is, watching with envy bubbling in his stomach while you drape your arms around Angel’s neck, laughing at some horribly obscene joke he cracked. You were always like this—hands never to yourself when you wanted to show your love for others.

But for him, you were reserved—hands behind your back, standing an arms length away whenever you chatted.

At first he appreciated how hands-off you were when everyone else was usually so touchy. He never had to worry that you were going to be breathing down his neck or irritating him while he tried to read his morning paper.

Now, though, it irks him.

Not only because you and him have become quite close, sharing late night conversations and admiring the dark, red sky of Hell together on more than one occasion. That alone would have been enough to allow you the special privilege of clinging to him. But he’s also grown a soft spot for you—embarrassingly soft, and now he’s stuck pouting like an toddler not getting what he wants.

Attention. Attention that says you care about him the way you do everyone else.

Alastor knows his first course of action should not be confrontation. That he shouldn't be cornering you with such a pouty, dramatic expression on his face like a child who just got told to put the toy back on the shelf.

But he can't help it when it comes to you. All inhibition is thrown to the wind.

"You're avoiding me," he accuses, static buzzing in his throat.

You raise a brow, back pressed to the bookshelf behind you. "I'm not," you tell him for what must be the fifth time.

"You are!" He narrows his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you press, slightly irritated by his sudden attack. What is he going on about?

You think back, wondering if you'd been unintentionally ignoring the demon in any way. It's been business as usual, as far as you can remember.

"Are you really this oblivious?" He tilts his head, ears flopping to the side. "You are unbelievable, cher."

You squeak in surprise when he gathers your hand into his, soft skin raked gently by his claws. He's careful not to hurt you as he maneuvers you around.

He presses your palm firm to his chest where his heart should be. And instead of the hollow emptiness you expect, you find the chorus of his heartbeat.

It sings slow and steady, pulsing faintly beneath the pads of your fingers. You don't even realize that you've been holding your breath, as if just that minute action would cause him to draw away.

Alastor's fingers curl a little tighter around your palm and you finally suck in a sharp breath of air. A small smile settles on your face, cheeks growing warm from the contact.

"It... It's—"

"A heartbeat," he tells you, reaching down to pull your other hand to his throat. You feel the rhythm at his pulse point, the tandem beats filling you with ease.

All this time you had believed that Alastor was heartless. That he did not have the capacity to hold other people dear.

You blink at him, dumbfounded. When did he open up his heart to you?

He sighs indignantly, leaning down toward you with a strange look on his face. As he does, the pace beneath your fingers increases, pounding faster than your own.

Alastor stays there for a moment, staring at you stubbornly with his smile curled into something more exasperated. You can't decipher what kind of conflict is dripping from every part of his expression, instead too focused on trying to keep your breath.

The drumming beat coursing from his body through yours rips away from you, leaving your hands dangling in the air. He brushes off his coat, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

"Do you understand now?"

You're not entirely sure you do—if you ever can, but you nod anyway.

He coughs, his usual demeanour quickly slipping into something unprecedented. Is he... flustered?

"Very good," he says, more to himself than to you. You don't miss the way his ears flatten above his head. "Then I expect the same treatment as everybody else."

You pull your hands back to yourself as he stalks off, muttering to himself.

They're impossibly warm.

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hey guys do u still remember me hahhagh.....

[rubra-wav]

I had this interesting scenario where Vox one day becomes exhausted from his rivalry with Alastor after realizing that the one-sided interactions were becoming old. He later meets the reader (who can also be a part of the hotel) who starts hacking into Voxtech's database to troll the company for shits and giggles. This catches Vox's attention and he's pissed about it. You can do what you want for the rest but they continue to have this rivalry to the point where it's very well known around hell. From an outside perspective, there is just back-and-forth angry banter but there are moments where they're just;

Reader: *appears on screen* Hey Box head, guess who found some good blackmail with your name on it- Vox: *Is so close to having a breakdown, he had a bad week.* Reader: Oh shit- did something happen, are you okay? 😰

They hate each other but they don't hate hate each other. This can be taken as platonic or romantic. I sent this request to someone else but I wanted to share anyway.

Vox x troll/hacker reader: Why So Blue? (Oneshot/concept version)

Why So Blue fic Masterlist

A/N me when I get to write Vox getting utterly humiliated by a troll-y hacker demon 🫶

I changed about the order of stuff as things happen a bit and took creative liberties with this one - sorry if it's really different then the thought you originally had.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, THIS WAS FROM THE LAST TIME THEY WERE OPEN)

Update: This was really well-received, and several people have requested a part 2. I've decided that I will be writing it properly from the start in a proper chapter kind of way rather than in this format so it makes continuity kind of work better rather then the drabbl-y format used here.

Cw: SFW, romantic, enemy's to lovers type beat, references to one-sided radiostatic, also references to staticmoth, mildly suggestive in one part 💀, gn reader, mostly light-hearted - idk if it qualifies as quite hurt/comfort lmao

- It was just a normal morning for Vox when you first showed up.

- As usual, he booted up for the day, got changed out of his casual clothes, and made his morning coffee.

- As he walked into his computer room, absentmindedly sipping his coffee while looking at his phone, he sits down in his desk.

- Then promptly spits out his mouthful.

- When he finally looks up at the screens around him, he's mortified to see a muted video of himself passionately (and very drunkly) singing and dancing horribly from last night while he was out with Valentino and Velvette.

- Posted on Sinstagram from his own account.

- Hundreds of comments flooded in underneath it; laughing, saying it's cute, complimenting his singing, and talking about the caption underneath with curiosity.

- The caption reads; 'For someone who talks so big about being ahead technologically, it was awfully easy to hack old Boxy here LMAO'

- Vox flips out instantly.

- It doesn't take long to take down the post, change all of his details, and post an official apology for his lack of professionalism with a hypnotising message to forget the whole incident occurred at all. He also does a massive comb over for any other breaches and changes all of his systems to be even more impenetrable to a potional attack.

- He calms down, and the incident fades away to the back of his mind.

- But then it happens again.

- Another morning, an employee is rushing into his studio as he wakes up properly, telling him this time that someone is somehow broadcasting Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' to the entirety of hell at 6 am, interrupting every one of the scheduled programs.

- There's a message in big letters on the bottom of every screen in hell, under the god forsaken video and song playing, saying, "What is love~? - U" Underneath them.

- And that's how it starts, the infuriating thorn in Vox's side that is 'U'. No matter how hard he tries, you're constantly undermining his efforts to keep you out of the system and tormenting him in ways that aren't necessarily malignant but are extremely damaging to his image as the overlord of technology.

- For some reason, he's the only Vee you seem hellbent on coming after as well. Vel finds your pranks funny or cute when they don't inconvenience her, and Valentino just likes to prod Vox into getting angrier further.

- He just cannot work out what your motivations are at all. Is it truly that you just want to piss him off? He doesn't understand why someone with such clear skills would simply use them to taunt him and leave him messages to unveil as he undoes whatever you do.

- It vexes him even farther when these messages from you that you leave for him to decode start to sound borderline flirtatious, which makes him feel all the more humiliated.

- He is a grown demon, skilled businessman and entrepreneur, an overlord, and yet you insist upon calling him things like Box, Boxbabe, Boxbitch, and even babygirl of all things for some goddamn reason.

- The back and forth goes on for months, and 'U' quickly becomes a long lasting meme, several people, much to Vox's horror, shipping you two together and even partaking in ship wars as to whether Vox x 'U' is better then Vox x Val.

- Theres one day where Vox quickly puts his phone down after reading a rather concerning expert from what is certainly explicit fanfiction between the two of you, even him deciding that that's enough internet for today while just sitting staring off into space silently for a solid 10 seconds.

- Vox's sleepless nights pouring over his code to try and keep out your attacks, him glitching out whenever he finds infuriating messages left by you, etc. Begin to become routine and he just anticipates the consistent blows to his pride you give him at every turn.

- A weird, unconscious part of him deep down begins to enjoy your rivalry, almost wanting to see what punches you pull out next to disarm his constant losing battle to keep you out, but it gets squashed down the second he becomes aware of it.

- The rivalry is always at arms length, but sometimes he has to stop himself from replying with the same vaguely flirtatious tone you take on whenever he experiences a small win against you.

- He fights to make sure he doesn't have any potential of getting too into it.

- Things take a different turn, though, with the double blow of Alastor coming back and his on-off relationship with Valentino once again going up in flames.

- After stopping his usual monitoring of all things going on in hell online and in real life as picked up by his cameras, he presses his face into his hands with a long, exhausted groan as he fights crying.

- All the people he was actually interested in were as unrequited as per usual. He always tried so hard with Alastor, but as always, he never got anything but met with the clear reminder they would never be anything more.

- And, of course, any potential of anything more happening with Val was completely off the table. It would be stupid to even think about anything real with him.

- He shut his eyes, putting his screen on the desk in front of him.

- Was he just not worth it? Was that it?

- He startled when he heard the familiar crackle of the speakers coming to life around him. It was rare he ever heard your voice coming through his speakers, you usually preferring to just leave messages, however you decided to surprise him tonight apparently.

- Your blurred out face appears on the screens, only showing the lower half of your grinning face.

- "Oh Boooooxybooooy! I found some world-shattering cringey shit you did 2 months back, i-" You begin singing out, before stopping, seeing by his expression.

- Vox was trembling, looking as if he was about fall apart at any second. His monitor was dulled, red eyes half lidded with pixelated bags forming under them, his bottom lip slightly quivering around his sharp teeth.

- "What the- fuck- ....are you alright?" You asked unsurely.

- Vox finally snapped out of it, realising that you were here witnessing him in a way that was very much not something he wanted you of all people to see him in. His mask slid back on, but it was hardly convincing.

- "Of course it is. What the fuck do you wa-ant. I've got shit to do." He inwardly cursed as his voice glitched slightly. God fucking dammit why did you have to show up.

- He watched your lips on your mostly blurred out face slightly curl as you hummed, clearly not buying it.

- "You wanna stop with the lying bullshit and tell me the truth, Boxhead?" You somewhat chided him, your hand coming into sight as you leaned your cheek onto it. Vox let out a growling sound, going to spit some vitriol at you, but was cut off as you absentmindedly made your next comment.

"Felt you once again have a fit about the radio demon going online. Lights in my house and the houses out my windows started flashing and shit. Is it hi-" your brows shot up and eyes widened, this hidden behind the censorship as you watched Vox, leader of the Vees, your rival, let out a shuddering breath and actually start crying comically pixilated tears right before your eyes.

- Vox's claws gripped into his desk as he grit his teeth as he let out a gasping breath he fought to stifle. He was so goddamn exhausted that he just couldn't be assed to keep it all up anymore. It wasn't like you hadn't seen rather unsavoury things he'd been trying to hide anyways.

- "No shit it's about Alastor. It's always about him. Does it get you off knowing I can't get with the guy I have always wanted no matter how hard I try? There. Are you fucking happy now?" His voice cracks as he snarls the words out at you.

- You let out a long humming sound, as if thinking. "I mean, not really. I'd only be happy if you were this upset over me, not some old hazbin radio announcer who fell off years ago." You shrug with a slightly sad smile.

- Vox squinted at you, confused.

- "I mean, come on, I'm your rival too. Why neglect me so much in all this?" You press your bottom lip out in mock sadness, tone mocking again. Your words are true despite the joking tone however, it did bother you that he always seemed so much more ready to go running after the most obviously aroace man you think you had seen in your entire fucking life.

- Vox couldn't believe what he was hearing, hot embarrassment caused his monitor to start heating up a bit, painting animated flush over his cheeks. "Oh, stop taking the piss, U. Fuck off." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, looking to the side in irritation.

- You chuckle at him, shaking your head and causing the thing blurring your face to shake with it. "Is it really that hard to believe I'm into what we have going on here?" Your voice is still lined with the usual tone you take on with him, but much less so.

- Vox looks back at your blurred, smiling face incredulously. "Yes." He growled, blinking his tears away as he regained his composure a bit.

- You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes. "Ooookay, well, once you're done riding the coattails of a man who will never want you, come hit me up, Boxhead." You say through smiling lips, before abruptly pressing 'hang up' on the call so he didn't have time to actually respond.

- Vox sat in bewildered silence, not able to react properly as his brain felt as if it was working on low resolution comprehending what you just said.

- His face heated up the more he thought about it, heart beginning to hammer in his chest as he laughed in disbelief. No way. No fucking way.

- But you had said it.

- Despite his usual pessimistic nature, he allowed himself to actually believe it, chuckling.

- He looked over to his phone as a notification sound rang out to see a photo of himself presumably just now; flustered, eyes wide in disbelief and unfocused while staring off into space, a crooked grin on his face.

- It was captioned as follows; 'POV: local pathetic radio simp finds out other rival actually wants him'

- "FUCK." He yelled out in embarrassment, knocking out several of his monitors with a surge of electricity.

I loved writing this sm omfggg.

There's definitely part 2 potential to this one, but it would have to be in a while w all the other stuff I'm gonna get to first.

Masterlist

[weebsinstash]

the brand new Angel Dust song that just came out has me thinking how absolutely fucked a Reader who is a dancer/musician/singer/producer would be with a yandere Valentino because it really does seem like, coming off of just the general materials and vibes I'm getting, that Valentino also turns his pornstars into sort of miniature celebrities, dare I say, idols even, which would maybe inherently fit the theme of Hazbin Hotel being a musical sort of show at heart. People break out into song, Asmodeus runs a club where music is performed, Angel sings as he strips, Alastor just... as is like just his entire aesthetic and musical number was 🤌, sing about being horny, sing about being addicted, sing about being sad, I dunno there's just an inherent love of music in all of it

I've never really posted about it in detail but I've thought of the ever so elusive MALE READER x Valentino (or transdude/intersex Reader because like, I guess i would, have to, accurately research what having a dick would feel like for smut of that and, I don't know, it's my turn on the gender power fantasy and I say--)

Male Reader who just keeps to himself and waits on Val's table "because you're too stiff, you'll scare off other customers" and one night the Overlord just catches you seemingly alone sweeping floors/cleaning while dancing/singing something, that whole trope where you just don't see him or have your eyes closed and practically do a full musical number until you notice him, just like seating himself in a chair, smoking a cigar, looking at you all smug and horny and thinking of all the different things he could use you (and your holes) for

Absolutely does he exploit weakness and if you don't have a prior addiction, he'll get you one. He'll shotgun something straight into your mouth, mix something into your weed, put a pill in your drink, nudge you towards that alcohol you're trying to stay away from, he'll do it all. He'll get you so fucked up your entire body is buzzing and you're stumbling and you can barely even move and that's when he pounces on you, doing whatever he wants, looking at whatever he wants, touching wherever he wants, and you might not even remember it afterwards and you'll only find out when he shoves his phone full of pictures in your face to mock you

You can't stay closeted/hiding an interest for men around this creep because he'd be secretly feeding you like ecstacy or something that loosens your lips and has you blabbing all your secrets and feelings to him in a horny fucked up haze. The blackmail potential with this dude is IMMENSE. He'd get you fucked up and delirious and film a cell phone shot of you taking his dick and threaten to show it to everyone he wants to unless you do whatever he says (and he's already showing it to people behind your back anyways, but, it's to be gross and coo over how cute and sexy you look taking his loads, stuff like that)

Valentino would take that passion and talent for music that you have and do something gross with it. Oh you're an actor, huh? Good, good, so your reaction will be experienced and authentic when he asks you to bring him a coffee on set and suddenly you're being literally dog-piled on by like 5 ripped hung hellhounds while cameras are rolling :) he thinks he might have an interest in your body, oh, suddenly there's a mandatory employee calendar photoshoot where you he to wear a thong or something skimpy and he can see everything but your genitals (and can tell whatever the situation down there is if you were trying to hide it. Fat ass? Exposed. Secretly a grower/hung? Exposed.)

At the end of the day you're his bottom bitch no matter how big or tough or maybe not even gay you are, because he even has lesbians cuddle up to him for Hot Girl Clout and that shit was on his Instagram. Everything's about him having pretty trophies and nice things and pampering himself while treating others like shit. Yeah, you'll be his little caged pet he obsesses over, but you'll be a very decorated, very well-fed, very financially spoiled little caged pet. If you're gonna get regularly railed by some nasty huge egotistical demon, it might as well come with some sweet perks like a deep bank account and all the luxuries his self-absorbed ass can afford, right?

[helluva-simper]

Fluff

Another late night urge. Jist thought i would sprinkle some Angel dust in my blog too. ( Get it? Get it?) Anyways enjoy!

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      “Okay so tomorrow we are going to be working on some more trust exercises. This will involve…” You sat on the couch, tiredly watching Charlie ramble on about the trust exercises that she was and she was wondering if she should add anything to it. Oi, if it wasn't for the free place and food, you would be out. 

      You were exhausted. Alastor had left and you volunteered to take up for his absence thinking, “Alastor does this all the time. Shouldn't be too hard.” You were wrong. Utterly wrong. From paperwork and managing food, to helping Nifty with cleaning high places. Your back was killing you. This made you really realize how lazy you were. 

      Charlie's voice tuning in and out as you were waiting for those special, special words. “Okay, does that sound good?” You look at her now fully focused. “Huh, oh, yeah. Sounds great. Now I'mma head to bed. Night!” You say getting up and stretching as she replies with, “Night, Y/n!” You both part ways as she heads to her room and you head down the dark as hell hallway. 

      Were you going in your room? Ha! No. Not on these types of nights. Not when you felt like your body absolutely hated you. You walk up to one of the few doors. “Come in, Suga!” A voice from inside the room yells.  

      You enter the room. Pink and white being the made colors of the room. A whole table full of makeup supplies, used toys on the ground next to the bed, a fluffy, pink bean bag was on the ground but that stuff didn't matter. All that mattered was the spider demon in front of you on the bed. “Oh, it's you. Wassup, Toots?” Angel dust said, turning off his phone and sitting up. 

       You groan, rubbing your face. “Hotel work fucking sucks.” You complain walking to the bed. Angel dust watched you chuckling. Whe. You got close enough he pulled you into his lap. “Aw, is my baby worn out?” He asks in a baby voice. You would usually argue with him for the nickname but usually you had the energy for it. 

       You look down seeing Angel dust's poofy chest fur. You cup the sides of his chest and fluff it up like it was a pillow before laying your head in it. “Awwww. How cute.” Before Angel dust could even reach for his phone, you grabbed it, throwing it across the room. Hearing Angel dust huff made you smile. 

      Angel dust comfortably runs a hand through your hair, his other rubbing circles into your back, while his bottom arms are around your thighs helping you straddle against him. You nuzzle further into his fur while also wrapping your hands around his waist. “Get some sleep, Sugar. You'll need it. Heard Smiles won't be here tomorrow.” You groan again.

[aro-with-bad-aim]

As an aroace as well as a hazbin hotel fan, I have a lot to say about the whole shopping Alastor thing.

To me, this whole situation is less about shipping a fictional character and more about people’s general view of aroace people.

I get that aro ace people can be in relationships, I’ve been in one myself. Aro ace is a spectrum and it’s good people know that, but it sucks when it’s only brought up to disregard a characters identity. Shipping isn’t a problem, but it gets to the point where fandoms are hardly about the show itself and are more about all the different romantic situations they can put the characters in. this whole “Alastor situation” really shows how a lot of queer people don’t like aromantic rep, to the point where I’ve seen people say “I just ignore that Alastor is aromantic because I want to ship him” or “I headcannon that he isn’t aroace” (literally not how headcannoning works but whatever). It’s also highlighted the weird hierarchy of sexuality in fandom. Achillien ships are generally loved most, with the most fanart and the most ships in a fandom, with straight ships coming just under and then sapphic ships at the bottom, with not as many people caring about them or about sapphic characters. And then right at the bottom is aromantic and asexual characters, who almost never exist and when they do the fan base generally ignores their identity to draw them fucking half the characters.

there’s nothing wrong with shipping, but it’s strange to me how even in shows where there’s confirmed no romance (the amazing digital circus), the majority of the fan base is torn apart by it. It’s ironic that an obsession with love does this to people

[stattikdemon]

Kinktober 2024 - Day 3 - Lingerie

Hello my darlings 🥰🥰

Welcome to day 3 of this amazing kinktober.

Today I bring you a big one, a 2845 word long one in fact 😅 I must admit I had this idea brewing for a while but I was slightly lazy to actually write it.

This is a bit different from my usual, as this is my first Alastor x Reader fic, so I hope you like it 🥰

As always, constructive criticism is always welcome

MDNI +18

Angel walked around, choosing a few pieces for himself as you walked right behind him, not really watching where you were going. Suddenly Angel stopped in his tracks, making you bump into him and almost falling on your ass. "Angel, you okay?" - you asked, concerned. Angel picked something up and shoved it in front of you. "You have to try this, like, right now!" - he said, pushing you to the fitting room. He closed the curtain behind you before you even got the chance to answer, and only now did you realize what it was that he wanted you to try on. It was a two piece lingerie in black with red accents, and although you would never wear something like this, it was extremely beautiful, and it actually looked comfortable. "Fine, Angel, I'll try it. For once, you actually got good taste" - you chuckled while removing your clothes. "Since when don't I have good taste? You're the one who's in love with the Radio Demon, now that's a very bad taste" - his tone was mocking. "Oh, c'mon, he's not that bad. And you're the one talking, I see the way you look at Husk, or you're going to tell me there's nothing there?" - you mocked. "I wish, but I don't think he's into me. We're friends, sure, but I'm not sure if it'll ever be something else" - his voice sounded slightly sad. "I'm not so sure, he also looks at you with lovestruck eyes, he just does it when you're not looking" - you said while finishing putting on the lingerie. You looked at the mirror, the pierces suited you perfectly, the bra hugged your boobs perfectly, the top part had black lace that let your nipples show, and the bottom part was actually comfortable, not letting your ass show too much and definitely didn't slip up your ass cheeks. You never thought you'd like to see yourself in something like this, you actually thought you looked sexy for once. "You okay in there, toots? You've been quiet for some time" - Angel asked, his voice worried. "Yeah. I must say Angel, sometimes you really know what you're doing" - you said, your eyes still on your silhouette in the mirror. "You really liked it? And here I thought you were a blushing virgin." - Angel chuckled. "Oh, shut it, Angel" - you rolled your eyes.

Pentagram City was buzzing with life. A few sinners being eaten by some cannibals, a few explosions in the distance, and the annoying sounds of VoxTek's ads around you. But you loved it here, and you definitely wouldn't change it for anything. You got by since the beginning, but ever since you moved to the Hazbin Hotel, you finally found a family and people that you can truly trust. You were friendly with everyone at the hotel since the beginning, and they happily accepted you into their family. Angel was your best friend, and you often talked about everything, from his work, to your sorry excuses to be around Alastor. Your crush on the Radio Demon was a common subject between you and Angel, he thought you looked cute all flustered up when you were around hi…

Pentagram City was buzzing with life. A few sinners being eaten by some cannibals, a few explosions in the distance, and the annoying sounds of VoxTek's ads around you. But you loved it here, and you definitely wouldn't change it for anything. You got by since the beginning, but ever since you moved to the Hazbin Hotel, you finally found a family and people that you can truly trust. You were friendly with everyone at the hotel since the beginning, and they happily accepted you into their family. Angel was your best friend, and you often talked about everything, from his work to your sorry excuses to be around Alastor. Your crush on the Radio Demon was a common subject between you and Angel, he thought you looked cute all flustered up when you were around him. Yes, he was a walking pole of red flags, but damn if you wouldn't climb that damn pole like a tree if he let you. And you definitely tried your best to be around him as much as you could without being suspicious. And you were definitely shocked when Charlie proposed that you become his secretary, and even more shocked as he accepted, with the precept that because he was an Overlord he could use your help because he was busy. So you spent a lot of time around him, organizing his office, checking the accounting of the hotel, ordering things, and pretty much anything he would ask of you. Today though, you had your morning off, so you and Angel decided to go on a shopping spree. Actually, you were catching up to Angel as he was on a shopping spree. You always dressed modestly, loose pants and t-shirts, nothing really fancy, and definitely nothing glamorous. You really didn't care about your appearance, as long as you were comfortable and didn't get much attention to yourself. But it didn't stop Angel from trying to get you to try a few revealing clothes, especially as you walked into a lingerie store.

You got back to the hotel after a few more stores. You still can't believe you actually brought lingerie, because you were definitely not going to use it soon. You got to your room and washed it on the bathroom sink, you definitely wouldn't let anyone know you owned something like this, so it was safer to just wash it yourself than to let Niffty find it out. You hung it up to dry above your shower, and a few hours later you folded it and saved it in your drawer.

A few days passed, and you couldn't stop thinking about the lingerie. You actually felt good wearing it, so why was it such a problem to wear it like it was normal underwear? So, with a newfound determination, you got up from your bed to the drawer and pulled out the lingerie. You undress from your pajamas and put the lingerie on, feeling comfortable in it, just like that day at the store. You looked at yourself in the mirror and decided to do something you never thought you'd do. You took off your phone, and you laid on your bed, making yourself comfortable before opening the camera app and taking a few suggestive selfies. You feel extremely sexy in it, and the photos looked great as well, and you felt confident in your body for the first time in some time. But the buzzing from a message brought you back. It was Alastor asking when you would be down. You still couldn't believe it was so easy to convince him to get a phone, especially after you showed him that he could call you or send a message at any time and you'd be available right away instead of looking for each other. Everyone knows how much he is against technology, so Charlie was excited when he agreed because you were able to convince him. You decided to keep the lingerie on and go dressed quickly before making your way downstairs to have breakfast.

You delivered the papers to Charlie and went to the bar. Husk and Angel were already there drinking. You happily joined them in their happy banter, drinking something light as you didn't want to get drunk. Alastor arrived an hour later, his grin getting wider as he walked closer to you. "Dear, I wish to have a word with you in private. Now." - he squeezed your shoulder, it wasn't a suggestion. You panicked as you started to think about what you could have done to anger him that much as he guided you through the corridors. You truly thought he was going to bring you to his Radio Tower and broadcast your screams as he tortured you, but he led you to his room. You've never been in his room before, so you were amazed by the beautiful scenery at the back of his room. You didn't have much time to enjoy it though, as he pushed you inside, and in a smooth motion, he closed the door, pinned you against it, and you heard the lock turning. "Alastor, wha…" - you tried to speak, but he interrupted you. "You think you can rile me up and nothing would happen to you?" - the static on his voice was threatening. "Rile you up? What did I do?" - you were scared and confused, the tears pooling in your eyes. "Don't play coy with me now, you really think I wouldn't notice the photo you sent me? But the real question is why you sent it. So, answer me" - he was getting taller now, his antlers fully out. You would've thought he looked hot, if you weren't scared for your life right now. "Photo? The only photos I sent to you today were the documents. If I did something wrong, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" - the tears were running down your face now.

The rest of the day was normal, filled with paperwork and more paperwork, and Charlie wanted you to review a few papers for the Hotel. Alastor also let you know that he would go out in the afternoon, so you were going to spend the afternoon on your own organizing things. A few hours into the afternoon and you were done with your work, the last thing you needed was to send a few documents for Alastor to review, and you were free. So you took pictures of the documents and proceeded to send them to Alastor:

You: "Hey, I just need to review this real quick, and I am done for the day."

You: send the photos of the documents

Alastor: "They all seem to be corrected, darling."

You: "Alright, thank. I'll be off now."

Alastor shrinked down to his normal size - "My, my! You truly have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?" - he reached for his pocket, taking out his phone. You wiped the tears from your eyes, relief washing over you as you realized this was all just a misunderstanding. But when he showed you said photo, you froze. You accidentally sent him one of the selfies you took this morning, your nipples clearly showing through the lace. His grin was getting wider as he realized a new fear was setting in your eyes. "Alastor, I swear I…" - he interrupted you again. "May I know to whom you were going to send these pictures?" - he asked with a slight hint of annoyance. "What? No one! Why would I send that to anyone?" - you huffed at his comment. "Well, you took them for some reason, I just wish to know why you took them in the first place" - he said, turning around and waiting for your answer. "Well… I… I just… felt good about myself. I feel pretty in it, and it's comfortable, so I decided to wear it and take some photos." - you felt your cheeks turning red and turned your face away, feeling ashamed to admit this in front of your crush. You didn't notice Alastor getting closer, he took your chin off in his hand, forcing you to look at him—"Can I see it?". Your eyes widened - "What?" - you asked, unsure if you heard him right. "I know you're wearing it, and I’d love to take a look. If you don’t mind, of course, darling" - his smooth voice made you blush even more, you were sure you were completely red at this point. You slowly brought your hands to the hem of your sweatshirt, shily sliding it up until you took it off, letting it fall on the floor. You felt slightly exposed and didn't dare to look Alastor in the face, too ashamed as how aroused you were getting. You hear him chuckle lightly—"beautiful."—you heard him before you felt his breath on your neck - "tell me if you want me to stop". You lightly nodded, turning your head slightly to the side to give him access.

You felt his lips on your neck, every kiss sending a jolt of electricity down your body. Your hands instinctively reached for his collar, pushing him closer to you, his warmth against your skin making you shiver. He captured your lips in his, the kiss getting more erratic by the second. "Grab on" - he demands between kisses, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, while he traced his hands down your ass and around your legs, lifting you up with ease and bringing you to his bed. He let you down gently, your cheeks still flustered from the arousal you were feeling. He placed his hands on either side of your hips, slowly trailing down to your trousers and easily unbuttoning them, helping you remove them completely. He was looking at you, his eyes trailing every inch of your body as he undid his bowtie and removed his jacket, discarding them to the floor. He sat between your legs, his claw tracing down your torso, leaving light scratches on your skin - "Red truly does suit you, darling". You sat up, your face close to his - "Can I do it?" - you asked, pointing to his chest with your eyes. He nodded, and you reached up to the buttons of his t-shirt, his face nuzzling in your neck again, making you softly moan. You could feel his breathing getting faster in your neck, and you tried to hurry up, and as you reached down, you decided to start working on his belt as well. When you finally unclasped the belt, he lifted his head and kissed you feverishly, pushing you to lay down as you traced your arms up and removed his t-shirt. He undid the rest of his pants, his member already hard inside his boxers. You slid them down, his tip already coated in precum, and you start pumping him lightly, a low grunt escaping his mouth as he closed his eyes and leaned back. You sat up again and kissed him, a moan escaping your lips as you kept pumping him faster. You bit his lip lightly, a louder grunt left his throat, and he pushed you down, his antlers had grown and his eyes were turning dark, but the sight of him losing control was only leaving you more aroused. "Alastor… I want you… Please…" - you pleaded, sliding your pants to the side, exposing your entrance.

He didn't waste any time inserting himself inside you, a loud moan escaping your throat as he buried himself to the hilt, your juices coating your already wet underwear. He trusted into you like a wild animal, each thrust hitting your cervix in a painful but pleasuring way. You swear you were seeing heaven, his antlers were getting bigger, and he bit your neck, the pain and pleasure mixing in your head as you feel your orgasm building up. You moaned his name again and again, your hands shot to his hair, pushing him to your lips as you felt yourself coming undone under him. He forcefully lifted his head up, looking down at you - "Cum, I want everyone to hear how good I'm making you feel". That was enough to make you cum, your walls spasming around his dick, you scream in pleasure as he slows down to help you ride your high. He waits until your eyes gain focus on him, his eyes are crimson again, but his antlers are fully out still. "Wow, that was…" - he interrupts you. "I'm not done with you, darling" - he chucked before suddenly turning you on your stomach, propping your ass up, and burying himself completely inside you again, making you moan loudly. You were extremely sensitive, your walls pulsating around his cock as he trusted himself harshly, the new angle making his tip touch your g-spot every time he buried himself inside you. You were a moaning mess, any coherent thought long gone from your brain as he thrust himself into you at a frantic rhythm, chasing his own high. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you to him—"Come undone for me again, darling. Scream my name" - the static on his voice thrilled you even more, and with a few more rough thrusts, you came again, his name leaving your lips as you screamed. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his warm cum filling you up while you spasmed around him. You both laid down, waiting for both your high to subdue while he snuggled his head in your back.

You turned around to him and snuggled your face on his chest, his heartbeat was still fast, but it gave you a certain sense of security - "Can I tell you something?" - your voice was strained from your screaming. "Well, of course! We're already here, after all" - he chuckled. "I've had the biggest crush on you for some time now, and I didn't know how to tell you. So, in a way, I'm glad things happened this way." - you smiled, but you still couldn't look at him. He grabbed your chin softly, slowly lifting your head to look at him - "Since we're in a sharing mood, I must confess, I've been wanting to court you for quite some time. My earlier actions were far from gentlemanly, so I do apologize for that. But if you'll allow me, I'd love the chance to court you properly." - he said, his radio filter not present. "I'd love that" - you smiled at him before he pulled you closer to a passionate kiss.

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Memory Reboot - A One-Sided Radiostatic One-Shot (Vox x Alastor)

Third person - Fluff, Pining, Angst - mild adult references

~ A03 Link ~ text is also included below after the break ~ excuse the crappy art ~

Summary: Every now and then, Vox allows himself a trip down memory lane; back to when he and Alastor were good friends. This night, Vox rediscovers an old bit of memorabilia that has him reminiscing, all about one night when he and the Radio Demon shared a drink or two. The memory is a bittersweet reminder of what could have been, and what almost happened; lips meeting for the sweetest of stolen moments.

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Vox stumbles into his room, clumsy and heavy with drink. He bashes his head into the door as it rebounds; groaning, he rubs at his screen with a grimace. 

Drinking alone is always a bad idea. With the other two Vees both out for the night, Vox had allowed himself a little more stalking than he usually does; drinking in his surveillance room, watching and rewatching clips of the Radio Demon going about his day. It’s obsessive; Vox knows it is. He still can’t help himself. 

He teeters wildly on his legs now, looking through his belongings for some painkillers for the inevitable screen-ache he’ll have in the morning; where the fuck are they?!

Not a single drawer he searches yields any results. Vox tosses items left and right, searching through masses of cables and piles of clothes. He rifles through his bathroom cabinet, knocking down an assortment of pill bottles in the process; none of them what he needs right now.

“Fuck my life,” the Television Demon mutters to himself. 

On his hands and knees, he pulls out a bottom drawer from a huge dresser. Vox moves sloppily with inebriation as he pilfers through all the junk and bric-a-brac. And then - his hand is on something that feels familiar yet forgotten all at once. Vox pulls it out; and there it is.

His electric heart shudders within his chest. 

The tiny die-cast CRT TV model that Alastor had gifted to him years ago. So many years ago. So long ago, in-fact, that when Alastor had presented Vox with this small model, it had been exactly what Vox’s own head had looked like. A chunky, heavy, 70s television. Long outdated technology, these days, of course; Vox has upgraded several times over the years since then. 

Vox can hardly believe his tired eyes; it’s been years since he thought about this. He remembers the night Alastor gave it to him all too well - too painfully well. Vox sighs; his sadness threatening to leak into the forefront of his drink-weakened mind. 

The search for the painkillers now given up on and forgotten, Vox crawls to his bed and lays on it in the dark, the small metal totem still in his hand. Neon lights from the city outside dance and skitter on the walls. Vox stares at the ceiling. 

He can’t help himself; the memory begins to play in his mind, like an old VHS recording, discovered and dusty. Vox usually represses these memories, but for some reason, he allows this one to consume his thoughts this night. He drifts off into it; a broken heart indulging itself despite the pain. 

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It’s the past. Long, long ago; some time in the 1970s. Vox is drinking with Alastor - the Radio Demon, his friend. They are drinking together in Alastor’s old apartment, sharing each other’s company in the easy way that they used to. The apartment is full of antique furniture and vintage radio paraphernalia; Vox has been here many times, and yet he always eyes Alastor’s decor with the same dry observations. 

“You really need to get with the times, Al,” Vox says. “Get some more modern stuff.”

The Television Demon gawks at himself in an ornate mirror on the wall; his on-screen features blink back at him, set in his wide CRT TV head. 

“Nonsense,” Alastor calls from the kitchen. “There’s nothing wrong with my decor choices. Some things never go out of style.”

Vox huffs in amusement to himself. Secretly, he adores Alastor’s presentation. Vox looks up to the Radio Demon; he admires him. Vox wants to be just like Alastor, really. Powerful, respected, smart, classy. Alastor is everything Vox wants to be. At this point in time, Vox is a much weaker Overlord than Alastor, having only been in Hell for less than twenty years. It’s never an issue between them, of course, but Vox knows he is inferior. One day, he’ll be better. 

The Television Demon joins his friend in the kitchen then; Alastor is pouring new glasses of drink for them. Something expensive. 

“Woah,” Vox says, laughing. “What are we celebrating?”

“Well, I was wondering when you’d ask,” Alastor says sassily. “I took down another one of my rivals today.”

Vox blinks. His screen buzzes. 

“Another Overlord?” He asks, both impressed and appalled.��

Alastor nods, pleased. 

“Don’t look so surprised,” Alastor says, grinning. “It was no effort at all, really. Hardly worth you looking so gormless over. What fun it was though!”

Vox laughs nervously. 

“Well, uh, that’s great, Al!” He says, accepting the drink. “You gotta promise not to ever try and take me down like that though, huh?”

It’s a weak joke; both demons know that it stinks of a true fear. Alastor scoffs. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Vox,” the Radio Demon says. “How long have we known each other now, hmm?”

Vox scans his memories to try and answer accurately.

“Uhhh… Well years,” he says. “Almost two decades.”

“Exactly. And have I ever once betrayed you?” Alastor asks, gesturing for them to sit at the table. 

Vox follows Alastor’s lead and sits. 

“I guess not,” Vox says. 

The two demons sit in silence for a while; which is odd, given how prone to idle conversation they both usually are. Alastor hums along to a jazz tune playing in the background; Vox fiddles with his glass.

Alastor is deep in contented thought; eyes closed, a red claw tapping at the table to the rhythm of the song. Vox takes a gulp of his drink, still not knowing what it is; his question is answered as soon as it hits his throat. Some kind of very strong spiced rum, neat on ice. The Television Demon coughs a little, white noise filling the silence. Alastor grins. 

Vox looks up at his friend then; sees his smile. His own grin creeps up on to his screen. How simple it is between them; how easy it’s always been. Just the two of them. Alastor doesn’t have many friends; Vox is honoured to be one of them. Friends. Vox wishes they were so much more. 

“You know,” Vox says then, staring at his drink. “We could be something. Together, I mean.”

Alastor’s neck snaps a little as his head twitches to the side in confusion. 

“Something?” 

Vox hastens to clarify. 

“You know. A team. Take down Overlords together,” he says. 

Alastor seems to genuinely consider this for a moment; he drifts away into the thought of it. Vox lets himself hope for a second; his hopes are dashed just as quickly. 

“Hmm,” Alastor says. “You know me, though! I prefer to work solo.”

Vox slumps a little. His work shirt sleeves are rolled up messily; one begins to loosen from its turn-up, so he focuses on re-rolling it. 

“I know,” he says. “Doesn’t it ever get lonely, though?”

“I don’t think so,” Alastor says, amused. 

“Oh.”

The Radio Demon ponders this for a beat longer; he senses he has insulted his friend somehow. This is meant to be a nice evening celebrating his latest victory; Alastor supposes he should show a little courtesy to keep things jovial. 

“I suppose it does, sometimes,” Alastor says. 

Vox feels his inner wiring twisting in his abdomen. 

“Oh?”

Alastor rolls his eyes; must he elaborate?

“Well, I suppose having more allies couldn’t hurt,” he says. 

“Oh, well,” Vox says. “I could… I could be that for you?”

Alastor grins. 

“In your current state, I feel you may not be of any use to me, Vox old pal,” Alastor teases. “Come back to me when you’re stronger, hmm?”

The Radio Demon knocks playfully on the side of Vox’s clunky CRT head; it echoes within him. Vox knows that Alastor only means this as a cheeky gibe between friends; it wounds him all the same. 

Vox lets out a nervous laugh as response and tries to conceal the hurt.

The night is salvaged somewhat; the two demons continue to drink into the early hours. They chat, they listen to music, they share stories about various occurrences in Hell. Despite the fact they are undying souls in burning eternity, they are also both something else; two beings who both died as young men, now frozen in time. 

Alastor isn’t who he’ll truly be just yet; neither is Vox. In this memory, they are their younger, slightly sweeter selves. It’s enough to make present-day Vox cry with how much he’d give anything to have those days back. 

Towards the end of the night, the two demons sit side by side together, wasted. They use the sofa as a backrest as they sit sloppily on the floor. Vox hiccups and it sounds like a channel being changed; Alastor laughs.

“You know,” the Radio Demon starts. “I do enjoy these little chats of ours, despite our conflicting technology.”

Vox is giddy; he nods, eager. 

“One day I’m gonna be great, Al,” Vox says, suddenly. “I’m gonna build an empire. It’s gonna be huge.”

Alastor smiles; it’s the soft, fond smile of a friend humouring someone. 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Vox says, slurring slightly. “And I’ll be as strong as you - no! - even stronger.” 

Alastor is laughing; genuine and warm. Vox grins wide at the sound of it. 

“I’ll take over all of Hell!” Vox says, clenching a fist. 

Alastor chuckles. 

“Hm. That sounds nice,” he says, drunk and feeling it. 

“Well,” Vox starts. “You’ll be there with me, right?”

Alastor quirks his head. 

“Will I?”

“Sure! We’ll do it together,” Vox says, wicked intent on his screened features. “We’ll rule Hell together. No fucker will cross us with our combined skills.”

Alastor is giggling; Vox wants to climb into the sound of it and live there. 

“Well, that is a lofty concept, to be sure,” Alastor says. “But it is pleasing, I have to admit. You truly do get some devious ideas don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah I do!” Vox says, delighted. 

Alastor smiles to himself, looking away. 

“Well, if that ever comes to fruition, you can count on me being there,” he says.

“Yeah?!” Vox is beaming. “I can’t wait for what the future brings, Al. This old thing will be the first to get an upgrade, that’s for sure.”

Vox taps his own head; even now in the late 70s, his TV set head is looking a bit vintage. Vox just needs to wait for Earth technology to advance and filter down; he can’t wait to be better. Stronger. Faster. Alastor tenses as a thought seems to come to him.

“That reminds me!” The Radio Demon says. “I have something for you.”

Alastor retrieves something from his pocket and hands it to a captivated Vox; it's a tiny metal die-cast model of a Sony Triniton KV-1820UB television set. It looks just like Vox’s current head. 

“Here you are,” Alastor says, pleased with himself. 

Vox is enamoured; the Radio Demon doesn’t do gifts. This is special; it means Vox is special. 

“Al, I don’t know what to say,” Vox says, his nerves alive and crackling. “I can’t believe you got this for me… I love it.”

Alastor grins wide. 

“I got one for me, too,” he says, holding up a tiny model of an old radio. “I found a charming boutique selling all kinds of little novelties. Aren’t they fun?”

Vox is astonished; not only did Alastor get him a gift, he got one for himself to match. This surely is symbolic? Vox’s receivers are scrabbling to interpret the signals Alastor is giving off. 

“Wow, yeah, that’s uh… That’s cute, Al,” Vox says, shakily. “It’s not like you to give gifts.”

Alastor laughs. 

“Well. My conquest today put me in an especially good mood, I suppose,” he says. 

Vox nods. 

“Thank you, Al,” he says, screen blinking. “I will treasure this. I mean it.”

Alastor’s quota for sincerity has reached its limit; eager to return the conversation to playful jibes and gossip, the Radio Demon scoffs. Vox grins; he knows Alastor hates to be perceived as kind, despite the fact he can be. Vox shoves himself into Alastor’s shoulder in a playful bump.

“You’re goin’ soft on me, old man,” Vox jokes; Alastor pretends to be aghast. 

“Old man?” He scorns. “How dare you, Vox. I only died two decades before you and we were both more or less the same age at death. Watch your tongue.”

Vox chuckles to himself. The two demons sit together for a little while longer in peaceful quiet; Vox’s mind is full of static. He’s processing, thinking. Vox has tried to broach this topic before, but he can’t help himself; he needs to push it again. 

“Hey, uh, Al?” He says. 

Alastor looks at him and hums an acknowledgement. Vox’s gaze shifts around nervously. 

“Do you remember that… conversation, we had a while ago?” Vox says. 

Alastor does remember; he pretends for now that he doesn’t. He shakes his head. Vox exhales shakily. 

“Look, I, uh… I know you don’t like talking about… feelings, and stuff, but…”

Alastor wants this nipped in the bud as soon as possible. 

“Is this about your infatuation, hmm?” The Radio Demon says, trying to sound casual about it. “I’ve told you Vox. It will pass, it’s just a-“

“No,” Vox says, urgent. “It won’t, Al, and you know it.”

Vox grabs Alastor’s hand; the Radio Demon doesn’t recoil. He lets his claws sit limply within Vox’s; a tiny concession for this display of vulnerability. And anyway; they’ve linked hands before, when dancing or fleeing a crime scene, or such. No big deal. Alastor sighs. 

“You know I can’t give you want you want,” he says, radio filter slipping away. “This is all I can give you. My time. My friendship, my consort to you as a fellow Overlord.”

Vox is exasperated. 

“Can’t you give me just a little bit more?” He asks.

Alastor avoids the Television Demon’s gaze. 

“I don’t think so,” he says. 

Vox grabs Alastor’s chin in his, then; pulling it in his direction to make Alastor look at him. 

“How do you know you won’t like it?” Vox says. “You’ve never even tried it.”

Alastor blushes at the sudden contact, the intrusiveness of it. He’s flustered simply because Vox is being so forward; any sign of aggressive intent is entertaining to Alastor, of course. 

“Why don’t you let me just try?” Vox says, his voice a thin whine.

“Vox, old friend, come on now-“

“Why won’t you let me just kiss you?” Vox whispers. “Please, Al.”

Alastor hesitates; if he relents, will it be enough to just shut Vox up about this once and for all? This topic cropping up every couple of years is getting tiresome. And... he does care about Vox. Alastor loves him, in his own way; platonic but true.

“Please, Al,” Vox murmurs, his eyes fixed on Alastor’s lips. “I’m begging you. I know it’ll feel right when it happens.”

Vox’s hand tightens around Alastor’s chin; he’s trying to pull him inwards. Alastor’s heart rate quickens; annoyingly. He’s a deer in headlights; drunk and unsure how to retaliate. Vox is closing the distance between their faces; Alastor can feel their hot breath exchanging in the small gap between their mouths. 

Alastor’s ears are flat against his head; Vox is staring at his lips.

“Please,” he whispers again. 

“I don’t… I don’t know,” Alastor whispers back. 

“Please,” Vox begs, desperate. 

Alastor huffs in defeat, and Vox knows he has won. Vox leans in and presses his screen to Alastor’s mouth; for a moment, the Radio Demon is rigid. But then… his mouth is moving; Vox is elated. Alastor is relenting. Vox cannot believe it. Alastor is kissing him back; his hand at the edge of Vox’s screen. Their mouths move together quickly, the taste of rum amongst it all. Vox's mind is awash with joy.

Yes, YES. Fucking YES! This is it, this is IT! 

Vox moans into Alastor’s mouth; he risks letting his tongue breech Alastor’s lips, tries sticking it down Alastor’s throat - 

Alastor pulls away; Vox is devastated. Too far. 

“Hmm!” Alastor says, recovering, trying to sound light-hearted. “No, still not for me, I don’t think.”

Vox is panting, red in the screen. He’s hard; of course he is. Vox’s eyes dart all over Alastor, looking for signs - proof that he did like it. 

“No, Al, come on,” Vox says. “Please, you know it works, WE work, c'maaan!”

Alastor is sad; a part of him does wish he could give Vox what he wants. It would make things so much easier; it would ensure keeping his loyalty, for one. And… well. It would make things a bit less lonely. But Alastor just can’t let himself go there.

“I’m sorry, Vox,” he says, genuinely melancholy. “I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want from me. I really am.”

“No,” Vox is angry. “It cannot be like this, please, we were so close-“

“I think it’s high time we went to bed, hmm?” Alastor says. “You’re in no state to get yourself home. You can sleep on the sofa.”

“Al, stop, just, can we talk about this? Can we try again, I’ll go slower, I promise,” Vox says, grasping at straws.

Alastor smiles weakly. He reaches up and turns one of Vox’s dials fondly; Vox’s erection twitches in his jeans. 

“You’ve just had too much to drink, hmm?” Alastor says. “We’ll sleep this off and tomorrow it’ll all be forgotten about.”

Alastor stands then; Vox groans, his screen in his hands. 

“We’ll be back to normal tomorrow, eh, old pal?” Alastor says with forced jollity.

Vox sighs; it’s guttural. He looks up at the Radio Demon, agonised. 

“I’m never going to be back to normal,” Vox says. “I’m always going to want this. I’m always going to want you.”

Alastor hesitates; he looks forlorn. Only in the eyes, of course; but his smile is a tight, thin line on his face. 

“I know," he says.

Vox's heart shatters in his chest; not for the first time. 

"Do try to get over it, though, won’t you?” Alastor says, and he turns to leave for his bedroom. “Get some sleep.”

Vox is left alone in the living room; ruined. 

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The memory of that night, so many decades ago, drifts away from present-day Vox, just as cruelly as Alastor had slipped from his grasp.

The pain of it - and indeed, remembering what came later - is unbearable; Vox can only cope with these memories now by wanting Alastor dead. Just so he’d be gone for good; just to rid himself of the pain of knowing Vox never got to keep him. He came close, of course; some years later, in the 80s. For a while, Vox had had Alastor; it had been so sweet. Vox doesn’t let himself think on this, for now. It’s too brutal. He’d be a mess; for now, he needs to compose himself. Vox places the die-cast vintage TV model on his bedside table and looks at it for a few beats. 

I wonder if Alastor still has his radio model. 

I wonder if he still thinks of me.

Vox curls into a ball in his bed; the truth hums around him, thick and heavy, like electricity in the air before a thunderstorm. 

He’ll never love me like I love him.

He never did.

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[alice-after-dark]

mmmmmmmmmm radiostatic nsft headcanons, mayhaps? >:}

hehehehehehehe can do, friend!

NSFT under cut

-Vox bottoms. For as much of a control freak that he is, it's nice to lay back and just let someone else take charge for a while.

-He alternates between being a pillow princess and an absolute brat.

-Alastor loves both.

-Vox's first time with a man was after he fell into Hell (sadly, it was not Alastor. Thankfully, it was also not Valentino). He was drinking at a bar one night (before he met Alastor) and some random Sinner propositioned him. He had just enough alcohol in him to give it a "why not?" and got railed in the back of the guy's car.

-Alastor's first time was with Vox. First time, period. He's literally never been with anyone else.

-Vox is secretly very pleased that no one else has gotten to see Alastor the way he gets to. He is also secretly ashamed that Alastor can't say the same.

-Vague side rant but ALASTOR IS WELL AWARE OF HOW SEX WORKS DESPITE BEING ASEXUAL.

-The first time he gets horny, he literally looks down at his tented pants and just goes "Oh! So that's what it feels like!" and looks Vox dead in the face and says "Does this mean we have sex now?"

-Vox is the one vaguely freaking out like "Holy shit you've never been horny before, okay, um...yes?"

-Vox is more freaking out over the fact that he's never been someone's first time before. His wasn't special at all and he kinda wants this to be and welp okay Alastor is already taking Vox's clothes off so that's happening.

-Their first time is a clumsy mess and Vox is embarrassed afterwards but Alastor is delighted by the entire experience. So delighted that he wants to go again. And again. And again.

-The deer has stamina. A lot of stamina.

-Vox has a praise kink. And a degradation kink.

-Alastor is more than willing to fulfill both.

-Alastor is a sadist with a minor masochism streak.

-Vox is a straight up masochist.

-If Vox truly says no, Alastor will back off, but he is not shy about letting Vox know he wants him exactly when he wants him.

-Tentacle sex.

-Vox shocked Alastor once during sex by accident. Alastor demanded he do it again.

-They have absolutely played with Vox's hypnosis in the bedroom.

-Unsafe, Insane, and Completely Consensual is their slogan.

[martini-garnish]

Sorry not sorry for this one

Told y'all I might make the Vox girlies mad. CW for Valentino being there lmao.

18+ Minors DN fucking I. I already had to block 2 of you for following me I'm serious about this.

So many Vox fics the MC hates Valentino which is like very fair he's very hateable but there's also this pattern of Vox not wanting him anywhere near them and I'm gonna be real with you guys. I don't think he'd be protecting anyone for shit.

If he cared enough about a second situationship to want them to stick around then yea, he would probably try and make sure Val didn't get them under contract, but that's because he wants that position lbr. He would strongly discourage ripping them to pieces like one of Velvette's models, but if they're dumb enough to put themself in the line of fire it really can't be helped. And as I've said he certainly isn't above using either of them to manipulate the other into doing what he wants.

That's not to say he isn't conflicted about anything going on here. On one hand he does want to keep them to himself, Val has dozens of playthings so he should be able to keep this one just for him. But....

More than he'd be willing to admit he also wants them to get along. Probably a little too well. He has never wanted to watch two people fuck this bad in his life or afterlife.

Let's face it the man is an absolute voyeur, watching the people he's usually fucking go at it with eachother would run a close second place to watching Alastor getting his shit kicked in in terms of turning him on.

From another room or, preferably, with a front row seat. Somewhere he can run commentary. About how hot this is, about how he's so hard it hurts, how good this looks, how he wants it burned into his fucking brain and it is because there's no way he's not saving it.

Whether it's rough and violent or painfully, torturously slow depends on if he can convince Val to listen to him, because there's no way he's bottoming for some rando just because they're Vox's second favorite cocksleeve he is still calling some of the shots here- besides, he does want to see exactly what Vox sees in them, who can blame a man for being curious?

It's not a cuck thing as much as Vox can get a little riled up from humiliation this is different, he doesn't know who to focus on and just starts giving demands instructions to both of them about what the other likes. Though, that gets incoherent pretty fast given he's fucking his hand like stopping would kill him.

He also happens to have the restraint of a spoiled child and as much as watching this is driving him insane he very quickly comes to the conclusion that he needs to be in the middle of it. Right The Fuck Now Actually. Preferably inside of one of them with the other inside him (and 9/10 times that turns out in the orderyou would expect, sorry tops). He will Be the fucking get along shirt.

Also Low-key hoping but would never, ever admit that he wants them to get along so they can tag team praising and degrading him. You couldn't torture that info out of him though. Valentino has already tried.

[prince-liest]

I just wanna gush bc omg I love the 666 series so much. I think it made me realize I might be... furry-ish? adjacent? I just find it so satisfying how you go into detail about the unique body features of both of them, the way it feels to have deer ears or kiss a TV and just generally how much thought is put into the way their bodies work, and I've realized that my interest in that kind of idea is a pretty good reason to partake in more explicitly furry media lmao. Anyways

I'm also really in love with how you maintain the balance of each of their personality traits. Vox is simultaneously so pathetic and cringefail (also your dialogue for him is perfect, I can hear it crystal clear in my head) but also he has vastly more emotional intelligence than Alastor, no doubt at least in part because he has to deal with Val, and he's able to marginally calm down with his obsession to deal with sticky situations, but even then he still retains his personality and bumbles things sometimes because of the flaws in said personality! It's great. I also really appreciate the balance you've struck with Alastor, I feel like often Alastor is either written to either soften up so immediately that it feels disconnected from his character or is written overly mean and heartless for my liking and the way you've written him is such a delicious balance between softer aspects such as the prey instincts or moments of vulnerability and his untouchable and manipulative self, and also the way this side of him is neither written as wholly a front or wholly his real nature and the complex ways this makes him struggle with his increasing vulnerability. TL;DR arghgr your characterization is so good it makes me go a little feral

Also while I'm here, I'm curious whether you can give an answer to the degree to which Alastor is touch-averse. There's obviously a lot of ways in which he fundamentally dislikes touch but it also seems like there's at least some kinds of touch where he doesn't dislike the touch itself so much as he's afraid of the way it brings about feelings of caring and/or enjoyment being cared for. I'm curious how much, in general, you would say his touch aversion comes from either cause and possibly what kinds of touch do/don't provoke those flavors of aversion

Omg, what a lovely ask to receive. Honestly, everything you said that you enjoy about how I characterize these two is very much what I've been actively gunning for, so it's an absolute delight to see it outlined back to me. Success!!! Thank you so much!

And ahaha - I'm not a furry but I fucking love inhuman characters. Being raised in the pits of Homestuck fantroll RP made me enjoy the whole "they're bug/fish aliens" thing and it definitely rears its head again any time I encounter characters with inhuman qualities. I love writing Vox's TV/computer-ness and Alastor's deer and radio bits, and integrating them into who they now are as people.

As for Alastor's touch-aversion: It's funny that you ask about this, because the next chapter of 666 is going to dive into it a bit. Specifically into the fact that it's not, like, a set of boundaries that is consistently defined, and I write him that way on purpose. The very first time he and Vox sleep together, Alastor bottoms. He becomes significantly less amenable to touch after he goes through an uncomfortable rut cycle that gets sexual. By the time Vox convinces Alastor to fuck him, Alastor would never let Vox do that again and frankly only agrees to topping because Vox gave him an option that didn't involve getting his dick out. Then in the next episode, they're having clothes-off sexual contact. So, what gives?

Things that play into Alastor's willingness to touch and be touched as far as Vox is concerned:

How does he see Vox at that point in time? Disgustingly entitled (ew)? Hilariously beneath him (haha who cares)?

Does he care about what Vox thinks of him? Does Vox touching him draw his attention to positive or negative assumptions he has about Vox's perspective on doing so?

What value has he attached to this particular touch in the power balance of their relationship? Is he humoring Vox? Does he assume Vox thinks he's owed this? Does he perceive it as something Vox is genuinely doing for him?

Has he tried this particular kind of touch before? He's pretty willing to experiment, but that doesn't mean he'll do something twice without a compelling reason if he didn't like it the first time.

Is he getting off on this situation sexually? If so, is it fully willing (read: not a byproduct of uncomfortable hormones) on his part? That only really happens when he's in a submissive role and Vox is hitting a few very specific kinks, a major one of which is basically CNC tilted 30 degrees to the left.

Is he enjoying the touch in platonic ways? How does he feel about that? Is it a vulnerability to want something? Is it feeding his ego to be catered to? Is he worried that what he enjoys platonically is being read into in ways he doesn't like?

Is he fucking drunk? Things that bother you when sober often seem like a non-issue when you're not, both on a physical and emotional level.

How much touching has been happening recently? Has he hit his limit? Did he deliberately put himself into a situation earlier to have his limit be hit and surpassed, and now he's in the aftermath?

He does have a certain fundamental purely physical dislike of touch, but it's something that is really affected by how he perceives each individual situation as well as his relationship with Vox at that time, and his previous experiences!

[arahusk]

“I need his soundwaves.”

Husk did all he could to not just give the longest fucking sigh of his life. Who knew if doing so would set the Overlord seated across from him off? Though as far as he’d known, Valentino was usually the one that resorted to a murderous rage whenever he got slighted.

No, he didn’t know what Vox would do exactly, and that made him a bit more dangerous.

“Don’t know why you’re telling me.” Husk relaxed his wings behind the chair, crossing his arms as he waited for whatever would happen next. “Is that what you kidnapped me for? Might as well have tried to go for the boss.”

Vox steepled his heavy claws underneath what would have been his chin if he had a normal head, but was now just the bottom portion of a bootleg version of a Samsung LED. Those same claws tapped just against his own screen for a face, sounding almost brittle. Must have been some cheap manufacturing. 

“Listen, you and I have the same goals, don’t we? I thought we could help each other out.” At that, Vox leaned back, putting on a showman smile that instantly reminded Husk of bad things. “Overlord to…once-Overlord. I still got a lot of respect for you!”

Husk rolled his eyes. “If your idea of respect is to get me drunk and then bring me back to your tower with a bag over my head, then that’s one hell of a definition change.”

A small spark passed over Vox’s antennas. His smile also twitched—or maybe it was just a visual glitch. “And now you’re at the dinner table of my own home. You gotta give me credit for my hospitality here!”

With that, he pushed forward another glass of scotch that he’d been serving since Husk woke. And despite it all, Husk didn’t feel like turning down a drink, even if that was why he was here in the first place.

“And let’s cut through the bullshit, alright?” Vox said with a bit more impatience now. “Alastor is never going to willingly join me, even though it would be in his own best fucking interest now. His soundwaves, my video feed; and all of Hell would be so fucking easy to control. I’ve told him every damn time and he just refuses!”

Husk downed his drink, the buzz helping deal with Vox’s irritating voice. “Yeah, he’s a stubborn prick.”

“Right?!” Vox shook his head, another spark shooting from his tiny hat. “Video is a big sell, but it only works when people are watching! So all those blind Hell citizens or the ones with no fucking eyes are not falling under VoxTek’s influence. That’s half of my demographic just slipping right through my fingers!”

If Husk had the energy, he’d have thrown this glass right at Vox’s stupid head. He’d have loved to see that screen shatter, those eyes fragmented and asymmetrical. Instead, he shrugged. “How generous of you to think of being so…accessible.”

Vox, apparently having no clue how badly Husk wanted to murder him, just nodded. “Exactly! VoxTek is here to broadcast to everyone, for everyone… To get everyone. And one way or another, I’m going to finally get our video-radio sync into reality. And you, Husk, you’ll also get what you want. Because if he joins me, he won’t have a hold on you anymore.”

Claws clinking against the glass, which was, unfortunately, already empty. “You can’t guarantee that.”

“Oh, I can.” Vox grinned, spreading out his arms. They sat within the very top of the Vees tower, the great view of Pentagram City shown through giant windows. Buildings plastered against the red backdrop of a morbid sky. “My full guarantee or your money back, with interest.”

Liar, Husk thought, but didn’t say anything. No, he considered…

Then he shook his head. “Alastor will suspect. So unless you’re guaranteeing he won’t tear my soul the moment he finds out, I’m not taking the risk.”

“Come on, old pal. Don’t be like that!” Vox slicked up his voice with so much oil, its toxicity was making Husk’s fur curl. “Work with me here. He trusts you!”

Husk scoffed. “He does not trust me.”

“Yes. He. Does!”

Vox’s voice was grating and loud, enough to make Husk fully turn to him—which was a stupid mistake. The alternating colors of red and blue that made up half of Vox’s screen engulfed Husk’s vision. The hypnotism worked startlingly fast, loosening up his limbs and making him tilt his head. It was only the last vestige of willpower—his claws pricking at his knee—that got Husk to shake out of it. The nausea left him as fast as it came.

“Are you fucking crazy?” he asked, which was also stupid. Of course the obsessive T.V. Overlord was crazy.

But maybe Husk didn’t expect the man to sound so insanely jealous, too.

Just like that, Vox’s screen went back to normal. He cleared his throat and fixed up his bowtie. The smile was back on his face, as perfect and charming as a sleazy car salesman. “Sorry about that, buddy. Got a little hot under the collar there. I just thought you’d be a bit more aware of your situation.”

Husk was getting tired of this, and was already picturing himself breaking through that window and flying right out. But he was still recovering from his hangover, and the hypnosis attempt hadn’t helped matters.

“Of course you’d know, huh?” He dimly wondered just how many surveillance cameras Vox had on him throughout the years.

“I do, as a matter of fact.” Then, his smile became more of a sneer. “Old-timey prick even told me once he considers you his friend. You, that little maid freak, and that cannibal bitch.” A chuckle left him, laden with static, electricity sparking up and down his antennae. “So trust me when I say, I know.”

Husk frowned, but mostly because he didn’t know what to say. His hand tightened over his now empty glass.

Alastor never made any sense to him. (He wished he did, the stupid idiot.)

Vox went back to a gleaming smile. He pushed another glass towards Husk, this time with some of the more expensive stuff. The alcohol glimmered like ambrosia.

“Now, be reasonable, and let’s talk business.”

[purplestars222]

Hazbin hotel headcannons!!!!

just general stuff i think the characters do!!

(radiodust, staticmoth, vees are poly, chaggie, pentniss, little bit of radioapple if you squint, also one sided huskerdust/angeldusk)

characters: Alastor, angeldust, lucifer, charlie, vaggie, husk, sir pentious, arackniss, baxter, niftyz cherri bomb, the vees.

cw: nsfw!!! valentino

Minors do not interact.

definitely vapes. since he has to stay sober, i think he would vape to take the edge off a bit :)

Angeldust

in an attempt to get alastor to actually like him, he lays off the flirting a little, and cooks for him from time to time, he mainly just makes different pastas

He teaches alastor italian, and alastor teaches him french

Hates arackniss most of the time, but loves teasing him about being a bottom with pentious (hes a switch)

Alastor

he cooks for others to show he cares

i dont think he'd be a fan of imps ir hellhounds, idk why i just get that feeling

HE IS STINKY.

hes curious about arackniss because hes the opposite of angel, so they have drinks together sometimes- alastor always asks questions about angels past

he doesn't believe that he likes angel at first, but angel starts letting his walls down, and alastor realises hes actually an interesting individual!

Charlie

she just wants her dads to get along!

she puts together trust exercises specifically for alastor and lucifer to get closer but it drives them apart

She loves taking care of vaggie, it makes her feel useful. Whenever vaggie isnt feeling well, she only lets her leave bed when necessary. She gets everything she needs.

Lucifer

hes a switch but prefers to bottom, lillith 100% pegs him.

Cooks breakfast at the hotel on weekends for the main guys- alastor started helping too out of spite, trying to make his food taste better.

Always does things to prove hes better than alastor, hes mainly just trying to get als attention but he pays him no mind.

Vaggie

If anyone looks at charlie the wrong way or touches her without consent she goes fucking beserk. If she ever finds out about what valentino did, she'll kill him herself.

Husk

has a pretty close relationship with lucifer! they play board games together and lucifer sometimes vents to her

they shit talk alastor together

vaggie vents to him aswell

him and angel watch movies together sometimes and cuddle! alastor does not approve, but him and angel arent together so he cant really do anything, because it makes angel happy.

Sir pentious

He loves angels chest fluff and sometimes purrs into it when they're cuddling. angel teases him for it, but in a cute way

he practises magic tricks with angel when they're having a movie night.

him and angel sometimes fuck, for angel is just sex with a close friend but husk really likes him, husk just knows alastor likes angel too and he does NOT wanna fuck with alastor.

when angel and alastor get together he hides away in his room for a few days, he only tells charlie what happened

Autistic. Most autistic guy in the show (until we get baxter at least)

Doesn't understand why niss doesn't say hes only half a bottom when angel teases him about it

when angel asks about his sex life with niss (as a joke) his whole face turns red and he screams "Itss none of your businessss!!" and slithers off as fast as he can, angel thinks its fucking hilarious to get him flustered

Nifty

Proudest dad of his egg bois, he sometimes makes little outfits for them and they out on mini plays for him and arackniss about very random stuff, they can never tell if the plays are based on true events or not.

he has a giant heat lamp in his room, he lays under it and reads

She plays with dead bugs, her favourite thing is playing with corpses of dead bugs in front of other bugs

She has a pink bed and her room is always spotless

she loves alastors cooking, she refuses to eat lucifers food if alastor has cooked something too

straight, during pride she puts an excessive amount of pride flags everywhere, every different type too, the hotel is covered in them.

Arackniss

him and angel tease each other alot. arackniss mainly teases him for being in love with a red deer.

he confesses first to pentious, and pentious is a flustered mess.

hes overprotective with the egg bois, he kinda freaks if one is missing

smokes in the hotel lobby even tho charlie hates it, vaggie yells at him all the time for it

he always needs pentious' tail wrapped around at least one of his legs to sleep, the contact gives him comfort

he loves tying pentious up during sex

Cherri bomb

Baxter

autism!!!!

if you touch anything in his lab he will have a meltdown- everything has its own perfect place and it cannot be adjusted.

he accidentally blows up his lab alot, it causes alot of hotel damage

he uses his little light to read at night

definitely believes in some crazy ass conspiracy theories

only at the hotel to research the whole redemption thing.

he loves leviathan

tells people to eat spoonfuls of vegemite as a prank, when alastor enjoys it she doesn't find it funny anymore and stops

Vox

when people piss her off she speaks with a real hardcore aussie accent and uses alot of slang, also talks fast.

she is aboriginal :3

she secretly watches bluey with angeldust

she absolutely loves making people try australian snacks like fairy bread, jaffas, pavlova, sausage sangas, smiths chips on a sandwich ect

pentious and her are besties!

(i love my aussie girl <3 none of you are allowed to disagree with me because these are my headcannons)

glitches when hes about to cum

Velvette

gets overheated during sex sometimes so he has to stop to cool down

his penis is robotic and it can pop off and back on. he has a bunch of different ones he can use, val can choose what one he uses.

listens to musicals and sometimes performs them with val, specifically heathers

hes really jealous of angeldust, he wants val's attention as much as he can possibly get it

Vel & val play video games on vox's screen sometimes. Velvette always beats him at whatever theyre playing cos that fucker is blind

Valentino

Prefers having sex with women, only man she really ever fucks is vox, most the time she just fucks her models.

practices makeup on valentino, also constantly makes fun of him for being blind & bald

she does drag with valentino and they out on little fashion shows for vox

He can only see 3 metres in front of him

Vox and vel have to help him with paperwork

Vox gets mad at him because of how many cords he has lying around

has the most insane sex toy collection, he has everything.

he vents to vox's sharks sometimes. he knows vox can hear him but he just pretends he doesnt know

ty for taking the time to read!!! drink water and eat today darling!!! <33

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (3)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing, I think

Genre: Angst/Humor

Word Count: 4.9K

<Chapter 2

3. Hmmm...

Two months. Two months was all it took for Voe to get comfortable in Hell. Her lives started taking off, and she was gaining followers every single day. 

“I like the Hotel, ‘cuz people are really nice to me. Especially Charlie, she’s mad nice. Yeah, I made some friends. I’m friends with Angel Dust now! Yes that Angel Dust, the celebrity! Also, Sinstagram where is my verification?! I believe I fit the requirements! Hmm? Am I just an influencer? I mean I guess so, what else could I even do?”

Maybe get a job you lazy bitch

“Maybe take your own advice you cunt. If you had a job you wouldn’t be here bitching on my live. Besides,” Voe laughs “I’m making more money reading you for filth, than you would at any 9 to 5” She gets a kicker out of that.

ever thought about getting sponsored?

“Yeah, I’ve thought about being sponsored, but like, brands would have to have to reach out to me, ya’ know?”

yooo the vees do this hiring event thing once every like 4 years or whatever you should do that

“Who are the Vees?”  

😯😯😯😯😯😯😯

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱!!!!!!!!

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

like the most popular and powerful overlords in pentagram city!!!111!!!!!

“What’s an overlord?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you should review velvettes clothes. shes the best

“Mmkay girlfriend. Oop gotta go guys. It’s time for Charlie’s mandatory bonding time for all residents. Hazbin Hotel everyone!”

____________________________________________

“Hello everyone,” Charlie looked a bit nervous introducing this time, “I’d like to introduce you all to a very special guest” Alastor waltzed in and sat adjacent to Charlie “My dad!”

“Greetings everyone!” Lucifer emerges from behind a large plant, and Alastor squints in annoyance. The King of Hell goes and stands next to his daughter. Voe was taken aback by the beauty of this man, all in fun-sized packaging. He was taller than her, but small is small.

“Like, I said, this is my dad. And he’s going to be around more often to help us take care of the Hotel!”

“I would do anything, to make my little one’s dream come true. So I’m joining the crew!” he laughs dryly with his arm around Charlie’s shoulders, and she laughs awkwardly with him

Voe speaks up “Can I just say, that the things I heard about you are true? You truly are the most beautiful angel.”

“Why thank you,” Lucifer looks smug and takes notice of her. Voe takes notice of Charlie’s apprehension under her father’s arm and the lack of enthusiasm when introducing him. His over-the-top manner of behaving and his insistence upon entering his daughter’s personal space were a dead giveaway to a shaky father-daughter relationship. On its way to healing, but not quite there yet.

“My dad has an idea of a way to better advertise the hotel, so take it away Dad” She claps for him, and quiet claps follow suit.

“Okay, so I know that my brilliant daughter already thought of this.” He winks at Charlie “But I was thinking that we could do another commercial, but instead of going through 666 News, we go through the people that control the media! The Vees!” people are now whispering to one another at the mention of the Vees “And besides, who would say no to me?” he puffs out his chest

There they were being mentioned again. The Vees.

Voe raises her hand to gain the attention of the crowd “Who are the Vees?” many demons are shocked at her lack of knowledge of the subject, but it was Angel Dust who spoke up.

“Assholes,” was all that he gave, staring daggers into his phone.

“Who here isn’t?” She responded

“The Vees are nothing but talentless, tasteless, and classless crybabies who dare to call themselves entertainers. They are no better than dirt at the bottom of my very well-made dress shoes. Once again, your ideas have fallen flat, Your Majesty.” Alastor spoke, shooting a glare through his tight grin. Voe looked back and forth between the men, instantly picking up on their tension, and formulated a plan off the top of her head.

“Thank you for the explanation. However, I do agree that going to the headliners of the media in Hell would be the best way to get our message seen. To expand Charlie’s vision. Also, I honestly appreciate the ability of a primordial angel to be able to keep up with modern times”

“And compromise ourselves? Out of the question. I suggest we do things the old-fashioned way, like how we’ve been doing them. Besides, as the King himself said, we’ve done the idea of a commercial before, and look how it turned out.”

“Well, it’s clear that Charlie is unhappy with the results of the ‘old-fashioned way’, seeing as how she’s currently in the market for ideas at this very moment, so what is necessary is to change something. Do something different. And yes while you may have done a commercial before, you’ve never done it like this. This is worth a shot. And we do not have to mingle with these demons personally, only professionally.” She gestures toward Lucifer “Plus, we have the literal King and Princess of Hell with us. What could go wrong?”

Charlie steps in “Hey guys, I don’t want this to become an argument.”

“I don’t see why this needs to be an argument at all. Your father has the superior idea, and that’s the one that we should do.” Voe is light and airy, using her ‘people pleaser’ voice

“Well, I don’t think it would be fair for him to just show up and start telling us what to do when he hasn’t been here this whole time. Right Char-“ Alastor’s tone is stern

“And that’s why we should do his idea. I mean, look at him, Charlie” she gestures toward the King of Hell “He’s so sorry for not being there for you, and he’s trying to make it up. This is how he can make it up, this is how you can show that you forgive him. You do forgive him, don’t you Charlie?”

“Well yeah! I-“

“He knows nothing about the hotel and how we run things here, do you trust him to get involved without guidance?” Alastor’s voice becomes more forceful

“He will have your impeccable guidance, Charlie. He wants to work with you and be involved with your life. You want your father involved in your life…right Charlie?”

“Of course! I-“

“So it’s settled! We’re going with Your Majesty’s idea then!” Voe swivels her body to face Charlie. She lowers her pitch “Right, Charlie?”

Charlie’s eyes dart around “Y-yesI Yes! We’ll go with my dad’s idea!”

“Yes! You won’t regret this sweetie!” Lucifer puts his arm around Charlie’s shoulders. He looks back at Voe, lowering his volume “Thanks for the help…”

“Voe. And no problem, Your Majesty.”

“Oh, you don’t need that ‘Your Majesty’ talk, you may call me Lucifer.”

She smiles warmly “Alright, Lucifer.” she speaks coyly. The King looks her up and down, giving her a wink. She bats her eyelashes at him as he walks off with his daughter, chatting her ear off. Voe glances up to catch Alastor’s eye, smirking before turning back around. The other residents are sitting around confused, and staring at each other, wondering if the meeting was over. Alastor’s eye is twitching ever so slightly. Voe returns to her spot to retrieve her phone, Angel Dust grabs her wrist and pulls her down.

“What the fuck just happened?”

The doe feigns innocence “What the hell did you just do?”

“What? I didn’t do anything?”

“Did you just like, cast a spell over Charlie’s mind or something? That was, that was incredible!”

She seems flattered “Oh no, I used no magic. I just have a way with words is all.” She sits back down in her spot next to him

“Just be careful toots, I don’t think you’d wanna piss off a serial killer.” he looks back down at his phone

Her ear prick up “Hmm?”

“You wouldn’t want to piss off a serial killer.” He raises his brow at her “Or would you?”

“I don’t know Angel! I’ve never met a serial killer!”

“Yeah, ya have,”

She raises her eyebrow at him “I beg your pardon?”

“Al’s a serial killer” Angel uses two of his arms to gesture towards the deer demon, who stood in his usual get-up of his coat and dress pants, shoes with small heels, and a bow tie, back perfectly straight, occasionally fixing his hair and adjusting his monocle. A fucking monocle. 

Voe’s mouth was agape looking between the deer and the spider.  “That Al? Like Alastor?”

“Uh yeah.” Angel rolled his eyes

“But he’s so…nerdy.”

Angel smirks “I thought you said he was cute.”

Her head whips back around “Those concepts aren’t mutually exclusive.”

She marches over to the radio demon with an heir of confidence around her. 

“Alastor,” she calls him simply, his head does not move, but his eyes do. He does not respond verbally, but his eyes tell her that she has his attention. “Angel just told me that you are a serial killer?”

He has no physical reaction to this statement, only a small “Hmmm,” though, not as a question 

“Is this accurate ?”

His smile grew extra wide, his eyes turning into radio dials as he leans forward “What do you think?”

Voe’s face is a bit flushed, but she doesn’t recoil or retreat. “I guess that means yes.” There’s a warmth in her chest, looking at his radio-dial eyes. Like hot shivers down her back. “I didn’t picture you as a serial killer,” she pretends like her body isn’t reacting 

“Well, looks can be deceiving, my dear.”

She sticks her hip out and smirks “It’s just difficult to imagine you slinging around dead bodies. Wouldn’t you need to be strong to do that?”

Alastor’s eyes widen and his nose flares, he inhales deeply. 

“Sounds like ‘big boi’ activities,” she continued with a smug grin on her face

“I can assure you, that I am quite strong enough.”

“I’d love to see it.” She turns her chin up to see him better

“Then stay tuned.” 

She cocks her head at him before returning to Angel Dust, whispering Lucifer knows what. Alastor’s eyes follow her to her destination. This demoness, this..doe craved his attention. Why else would she be talking about him on her little picture box, outwardly defying him, or questioning his strength and ability to kill? She must want his eyes to be on her, but Alastor wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction. Attention is all they crave, stop giving them attention and these little fires will burn out on their own.

Although he had initially thought it would be easy, he found it to be quite challenging. There was something about her hair that always caught his eye. It was a brighter shade of red than his own and each strand had a perfect curl, as if it had been individually wrapped around a pencil. Her hair was striking, and he found it difficult not to stare. He only realized that he had been staring when she looked up and caught his eye again. She smirked, displaying her smugness and overconfidence once more. Alastor found it revolting, and he resisted the urge to sneer. He simply squinted before leaving the place, certain that no mere doe would outwit him.

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“So…what did you guys think of my dad? I love that he’s trying to get involved with something so important to me.” Her eyes glisten “How do you guys think he’s doing?”

Voe is sitting on the couch next to Angel once more, both scrolling on their phones “Well, I know what I think. I think that man is fine.” She bites her lip

“Ain’t you gay?” Angel looks up from his phone, raising his eyebrow at her.

“Like I’m not gay gay. Like, I’m queer. Unfortunately, I’m still attracted to men. And by the way Charlie,” she turns to the blonde demoness “I am 100% going to rizz up your dad,”

“Rizz?” she looks towards Vaggie

“Yeah, I don’t know.” she shrugs

“It’s basically like flirting. Just like getting someone to like you,” Voe rolls her wrist

Charlie looks around, confused “Uh, why?”

“Because he’s hot! I love me a short king!” She spreads her arms in time with her words.

A loud ‘ahem’ is heard on the other side of the room. The group directs their attention toward the noise. Alastor is sitting and reading a book, so quietly that Voe didn’t even know he was there.

"If you don't mind, I'm trying to read," he called out over the group conversation. 

"But what if I do?" she responded.

"Do what?"

"Mind,"

Alastor sat in silence, his grin widening as he squinted at her. 

"You're a defiant little girl," he remarked.

"I'm a woman," she responded in a low voice, barely audible.

"That you are," he said as he stood up, microphone in hand, and walked away, shrouding himself in shadow.

Her eyes remain fixed on the spot the buck was previously standing in as if viewing the essence he left behind.

“Woaho! What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, him butting into our conversation?”

“Bullshit Voe, I know sexual tension when I see it! Something’s going on there. At least with you!” He points to Voe, poking her in the nose

“What?” she laughs

“You did not have to say anything to that man.” Angel wiggles his eyebrows

She shrugs “What’s your point?”

“You did that cuz you wanted attention. You just wanted him to talk to you!”

“Maybe I wanted to bother him, whatever!” She rolled her eyes

“Why?” he leans into her face

“Because it’s funny!” 

“Yeah I know Alastor is annoying as fuck, but why mess with him?” Vaggie sits down in a chair 

“Like I said, because I think it’s funny,” she smirks, full of intent

Alastor struts his merry way down the hall, humming all the while. His eyes widen when he sees Princess Charlie walking towards him down the hall.

“Charlie my dear, just the Princess I was looking for.”

“Oh, hi Alastor!” She looks up at him “What’s up?”

“I just came from a meeting with the other Overlords and they requested that I ask you what you intend to do with so many of the souls that they own?”

“Well you know Alastor, I’m trying to help them be redeemed.”

“Yes, but beyond that is what they are wondering.”

Charlie looks quite confused “I don’t understand.”

Voe turns the corner, seeing the Overlord and the Princess having a discussion. She was unaware of the topic but viewed the situation as a chance for some of her own entertainment.

“Blah blah, I’m Alastor I think I’m better than everyone else,” she says from behind the corner

Alastor’s ears twitch at the sound. He turns to look in Voe’s direction, not seeing her behind the wall. Charlie looks past him, unaware of what he’d heard. “Hmm,” he said, turning back to Charlie.

“Hmm,” Voe mocks his cadence and tone from behind the wall “Like, what even is that?” She walks up the both of them casually, her footsteps light on the carpet

“Oh, hi Voe!” Charlie waves 

“Hi,” she waves and leans on the wall.

Alastor raises an eyebrow “We are in the middle of a conversation.”

“I am simply addressing the Princess, is that a crime?”

“Well you’ve done you’re addressing, you may leave.”

Voe clicks her tongue “The Wifi is GREAT here,” she looks back down at her phone while Alastor sighs in frustration. Voe hides her smirk and sits on the floor.

He turns back to Charlie “All they are requesting is a simple meeting so they can understand your intentions. They’re quite worried about losing so many souls.” 

“So many souls,” She mimics his accent once more and he sharply turns to her.

“Excuse me, last time I checked you were a doe, not a parrot. Or perhaps you are simply a child? A fawn maybe?”

Voe looks up, feigning confusion “Are you talking to me?”

Alastor’s smile turns tense “Yes, I am,”

“What are you talking about?”

He squints at her, “I am not going to stand here and play your childish games.” He turns to Charlie once more “Charlie, the meeting is next week, promptly at 6 am”

“6 am?”

“It is the only time they are all free.”

“Because fossils have to take their naps during the day.” Voe copied his accent once more, mumbling under her breath and then laughing at her own joke.

Alastor glares at her one more time before dissipating into shadows.

“Shit! 6 am is fucking early!” Charlie spoke once more heading down the hall.

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“Guys! My dad is off making negotiations for the commercial”

“Hmm, absent as always,” Alastor speaks under his breath

“And…” Charlie moves on “So I decided that it would be an amazing plan to get our actual residents involved in spreading the word. This is your home too!”

“Well my dear, if you let me make use of my talents, I certainly could get the word out on my radio show!”

“Of course Alastor! That’s a great idea. Anyone else?”

Alastor’s smile tenses at the suggestion that his radio show is not enough. Voe raises her hand slowly and dramatically.

“Uh, Voe! What a lovely surprise!” Charlie beams 

“We could use Sinstagram.” She offers

“How exactly?”

The doe shrugs “We could like,” she puts her head back a little, thinking “throw a party and I could livestream it on my account.”

Angel snorts “What good would that do?”

She cuts her eye at him “I have 10 million followers,”

Angel spits out his drink “What? That’s more than me and I’m a certified celebrity!”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for my check mark, but anyway apparently there are demons who like to watch me do things and listen to what I say. We should take advantage of that.

“That would be a great idea!” Charlie was ecstatic

“But why a party?” Vaggie questioned

“Because you want them to want to come here right? So we should show them that we do cool and fun things. Not just boring sharing circles. Not that these are boring Charlie.” She feigns caring about her remarks

“I assure you that I am just fine at getting the word out on the radio.”

“The rest of Hell has progressed past that. Demons are engaging with modern technology like Vphones and laptops. To force them to reverse time in terms of media is unhelpful and having them put forth more effort than I know they would be willing to. No one would be receiving said message. The only demon I know that likes getting forced is Niffty.” She points toward the little demoness who is standing by her legs “And even though I enjoy the little scamp, no one else is like her. We need to take advantage of what the rest of Hell is already doing, not force them to do something else. Listen, I just got down here, so I know what they’re like up there. Social media rules up there so why wouldn’t it down here?”

“Okay, all in favor of Alastor’s idea, raise your hand.”

“And be honest, he’s not going to hurt you,” Voe interjected 

“I might,” Alastor added

Voe purses her lips. A few demons raise their hands. 

“And now all in favor of Voe’s idea?”

The vast majority of the residents raise their hands, Voe tilts her head in smug joy. Alastor squints in annoyance. 

“Look, why don’t we just do both, cuz we don’t want Radiohead to get pissy about it. You do what’s natural to you and I’ll do what’s natural for me.” 

“Voe! That is an amazing idea! A compromise! Looks like you are taking steps to get redeemed!” Charlie raved

Voe could only blink at the praise given by the princess. She hadn’t been expecting it or planning for it. Her words had been genuine, the validation was earned. Her face flushed with pink and she pulled at one of her ears. 

“Okay, you guys were asking me to try this hot new dress by…” she squints at the tag “Velvette. Oooh, that’s a nice way to spell that. Now I’m taking it out of the bag and this is exquisite! Just by looking at it, I can tell this was high quality. Wait, let me get a hanger.” She goes to retrieve a hanger from her closet and places the dress on it. She holds the full dress out in front of the camera. “This is amazing, it’s giving princess vibes. And y’all know I had to get it in pink. Yeah, like a casual princess. I could see this working in a casual setting and a business casual setting.” Voe feels the material, her mouth is agape in awe. “Guys, it’s so soft! Oh my gosh, I’m looking forward to the rest of these now!” She reaches back into the bag and pulls out a second dress, this one also pink, short, and form-fitting. “Guys this one is a sleek party dress! Oh, I could see myself wearing it to a club or you know, a party!” She pulls at the dress fabric “Okay, this tough, I can’t even rip it on purpose! So this will last you a long time!” She hangs up the other dress and pulls out one more, also pink with subtle sparkles dusted all around it. “Okay, no guys because what? This is beautiful! Okay, absolutely not I have to try this on!”

She covers the camera and within minutes has the new dress on. “This is what? This is- oh my gosh! This is amazing. Look at how the light catches these sparkles! I love the fit, it’s firm in my boobs, but loose everywhere else!. And the sparkles intentionally catch light so it looks like there’s a spotlight on you no matter where you go! This is amazing! I- I cannot believe this. I see no flaws. These clothes are perfect. Hats off to you Miss Velvette! You are quite the designer!” She sits back in her chair and lifts a package, unwrapping it to find a very futuristic water bottle “And one of you guys sent me this..” she reads the label “VoxTek water bottle to review. So now I’m going to see what would be the point of techni- technologically-“ She looks off to the side, thinking “What the fuck would you even call that? Teching? Yeah, Teching a water bottle.” She looks around the bottle, it’s covered in buttons and has a screen on the side. She presses one and it does nothing. She presses another and the screen lights up, displaying the VoxTek logo.

“Hmm,” she remarks as the screen turns to the show ‘I Fucked Your Sister, So what?” She turns the bottle back around to the buttons and begins pressing them, seeing that they control the switching of the channels. “Ooooh,” she displays somewhat of an interest in the bottle, pressing another button that controls volume, then another that controls brightness. “Okay, it’s all fancy with the tech, but can it actually hold water?”

The video cuts to her with a VoxTek bottle filled with water, trying not to let a drop drip out onto the screen. She screws on the top and shakes the bottle around. It doesn’t come off and none of the water leaks.

“Okay guys, should I drink from it? I’m gonna drink from it.” It has a built-in straw that pops up and almost pokes her eye out. 

“Oh shit!” and she drinks from the bottle, noticing a little nob that says ‘flavor’, she switches it and the water begins to taste like blue raspberry, “Holy shit! I might start drinking water more often!” She takes another sip “You can change the flavor, holy fuck!” She drinks more. “This is fuckin’ cool!” She drinks again “Okay, I’m totally gonna use this, because I think it’s awesome. However, I’m going to have to give it an 8/10 because tech being so close to water is just a disaster waiting to happen.” She gestures towards the dresses “But these dresses are 10s.”

Once Voe stops recording and she’s begun uploading the video, her ears twitch at at sound outside of her room. Her nose picked up on a certain aroma, ever so pleasant to her nostrils and so thick that she could taste it. She followed it to the door, opened it, and sniffed down the hallway until she saw the familiar flare of a striped red coat. This is what the scent led to. It was him that smelled so good.

“Oh, it’s you.” She spoke flatly, crossing her arms and sticking out her hip. “I knew I smelled something.”

Alastor turns around to face the voice he hears, his eyes immediately squint and his grin gets wider and more devilish.  “You are quite the contrarian, little doe.” he steps up to her, very much inside her personal space. She takes a step back.

“And you like that don’t you?” Alastor opens his mouth to speak before registering what she says and then closes it. She chuckles and shoots him a side-eye. “You don’t scare me.”

"I'm not trying to scare you," he said with a wide grin on his face. "I'm letting you know your place”

"But you're not," she replied unimpressed.

"I'm not trying to-,” he stumbled over his words, his eyes darting back and forth, stretching what constitutes a smile.

"Getting choked up on your words?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"I'm simply thinking about what to say first."

"So you're getting choked up on your words?" she teased. "This is the Radio Demon? I figured a radio host wouldn't have this much trouble talking," she added with a smirk.

"I don't like you," he said, his eyes narrowing as his radio filter vanished.

"You don't?" she widens her eyes, with feigned surprise.

He had no response, so instead snatched her glasses and tossed them, before storming down the hall. Voe’s mouth was agape at just the amount of pettiness that this grown man was willing to stoop to. It was actually kind of funny seeing how frazzled and annoyed she could make this man. Despite his dangerous reputation, she didn’t feel in danger, mostly just a little warm in the chest, she thought as she went to retrieve her glasses. Maybe it was just a deer thing.

Storming was a perfect way to remove yourself from a situation and make it known that you still hold all the power. She could not know that she was getting to him, especially in such a short time. What would he usually do to anything that grated his nerves this much? Simply remove it from the equation. If that requires a little carnage or a lot of bloodshed, then so be it. But he felt he could not do that with this demon for some reason. Today it was not only her spiral curls that caught his attention, but also her spots and how they seemed randomly and yet quite purposefully placed on her skin. Or perhaps her black deer nose stood out the most. Maybe the odd but pleasing look of her differently colored lips? He wasn’t sure what it was but under every irritating encounter, Alastor felt pleased? To see her face? To hear her speak? It was confusing for sure, so the feeling was best to be avoided.

Voe returned to her room, immediately reaching for her phone where she was met with a barrage of notifications on her Sinstagram that never disappointed.

Thats the newest model!

Whoever got you that, give me their info i need a sugar daddy

told you velvette was the best

The Vees rule!

you have as much style as Velvette

BOOOO 10/10 ON THE VOXTEC BOTTLE

does she think we really care about this shit?

She smiled reading them, pleased at her impact. Negative or positive, she was on the minds of these people, and that’s where she liked to be. There was one comment however that caught her attention over all the others. One with a checkmark next to the username.

Check your DMs love

The username beside it reads: Velvette

Intrigued by the comment, she moved over to her DMs, skipping all the ones from others who watched her content and liked to engage with her until she found a thread under the same username.

Hey love, I’ve seen your videos and you’ve really got an eye for what’s what. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Vees and that we do a hiring event every once in a while and I think that you could actually offer something of value to my team. Respond to let me know that you’re interested.

Voe sat and pondered this message, it was from a verified account, and the Vees were the heads of all things media, according to the King of Hell himself. Another message in the thread popping up snatched her away from her thoughts.

ps love the name!

If the Vees were in charge of all the media, then all of Hell could know her name in no time flat. Even if she didn’t choose to work with them she would still be a certified influencer, so what would be the harm of checking the place and the people out? There was literally no downside.

hi. thanks for reaching out to me. i would def be interested in the event.

ps love your dresses!

Instantly, Voe was gifted with a response.

Be at V tower tomorrow at 9 AM sharp -xxx

Chapter 4>

[allastoredeer]

I'm just wanna to say I'm with that anon who's tired of seeing radioapple ship turning into Okane ga Nai manga

I don't even search radioapple anymore only appleradio but alas more people start to treat it as just another tag for their radioapple content 🙃

Okay, so, I'll be honest. I, too, use radioapple and appleradio interchangeable, and that is because I've never saw a difference between the two. Like, mentally, my brain does not differentiate them.

In all the many years I've been in fandom, this is the first time I've seen people separate who bottoms and who tops based on the placement of the names. I've literally never see that in any other of my fandom pairings.

I ship spideypool (Spider-Man/Deadpool), for example, and their ship name has always been spideypool. It's never separated into spideypool or poolspidey based on who was topping and who was bottoming. Same with BobaDin (Boba Fett/Din Djarin). I've never seen anyone refer to that pairing as DinBoba, and I've read many fics of the both of them topping and bottoming.

I'm being so serious when I say that being in the Hazbin fandom is the first time I've ever heard of it. The first time I read a post about it went 🤨 <- like that is the face I made. That was my exact expression.

I find people's hang up on the distinction kind of silly, BUT, as someone who doesn't like seeing top!Alastor content, I'm also kind of like...ya know...maybe ya'll are onto something. Maybe differentiating the two isn't such a bad idea.

[theaestheticsromance]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 - 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭

Art done by @Rottincotton

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Tyler Hartfelt 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Loa of Death and Shadow 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Hellborn (Moth Demon)  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Transman 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 400+ physically 35 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:  Married Alastor 10 years after he died 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Owner of the burlesque club Shadowplay Speakeasy  𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Pidge 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Baron Samedi, Lazlo Cravenworths and Lucifer (TV)

Appearance: 

Tyler’s appearance resembles that of a death's head moth with sharp angular features. He is somewhat slender, standing 9ft tall with greyish skin and an extra set of arms just above the hips. His hands, forearms and lower legs are a reddish dark brown eventually getting darker towards his hands and then fading back into the grey towards his upper bits. On his face, he has a skull design and pitch-black eyes with no pupils or irises which are only shown when feeling high amounts of certain emotions he has yellowish almost white pupils. 

The inside of his mouth is a dark grey with cream almost white sharp teeth lining the top and bottom accompanied by an elongated yellow tongue. He has short dirty blonde hair with two fluffy feather antennae of different browns and yellows. Around his neck and along his chest sits a fluffy boa-like fur consisting of a dark reddish brown and a happy trail on his stomach, Tyler also has two top surgery scars that he loves showing off with pride. 

Tyler's genitalia is as one would say unique, instead of just having male parts or female parts he has both well kinda. His genitalia work similar to how lizards and dolphins essentially have a cloaca where it retracts inside and only comes out when turned on or in use.   

His wings are similar to Valentino's and how he uses them but with the colour scheme being yellows, blacks and many different browns the same colour palette you would often see on a dead head moth. Tyler's wings are extremely soft to the touch and very fluffy with reddish fur lining the edges and are usually wrapped around his body acting as a type of coat or cloak depending on what outfits he chooses to wear them with.

WIP will update when done but art done by @az-roser

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Tyler's outfits are inspired by the 18th century to the late 19th century and refuses to wear anything else with most of his clothes being custom-made with the help of Rosie over in cannibal town. But he does have Three signature looks that he likes to parade around hell.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 outfit consists of his wing cloak, a once-white now faded cream poet shirt with puffy sleeves, large frills on the front, black lace-up shoes, and dark grey formal pants. 

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 favourite outfit is dedicated to his husband Alastor with a brooch on his fluff that resembles Alastor's microphone. He wears brown formal pants, a faded black tunic, a dark red striped vest with black buttons adorning each side, and brown formal shoes.   

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 outfit is a satin dark blue tunic with puffy sleeves, a brown striped vest with black lining, a greyish green scarf accompanied by a black gem, long brown striped pants, and black and white formal shoes. 

Art done by @az-roser

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭: The outfits that Tyler wears for his drag shows consist of a mixture of Victorian dresses with a lot of lace and puffy sleeves some showing more skin than the average Victorian style dress would show.

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭: Tyler’s night clothes are quite simple before he met Alastor it would simply be nothing at all, but since then out of respect for Alastor’s old-fashioned ways of decency, he now wears a short cream silk/lace nightgown along with a matching robe. On colder nights and when he gets up to make breakfast Tyler will wear a set of cotton long pants and a burgundy cable knit sweater.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

At first glance, he can seem extremely intimidating but underneath his hard gaze and rigid posture are just all-out golden retriever vibes and love when demons/sinners and humans give him attention or compliments by adding more fuel to the fire of his ego and you will never see his cold, sadistic, downright terrifying side that he is known for.   

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜: Tyler is the epitome of charm and charisma. He can effortlessly captivate anyone with his smooth words and seductive demeanour.

𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧��: Tyler is highly eloquent and sophisticated, adding to his mysterious and alluring aura. He speaks with a rich vocabulary and a confident tone.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭: Behind his charming facade lies a sharp and analytical mind. Tyler is quick-witted and able to adapt to any situation that's given to him by using his words to bite back most of the time otherwise it's his teeth. 

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Tyler sees himself as a homme fatale and uses his charm and seductive nature to get what he wants mainly using this skill on Valentino and the rest of the V’s to mess around with them. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Despite his manipulative nature towards the V’s, Tyler is fiercely loyal to those he cares about and will go to great lengths to protect his loved ones, especially Alastor. 

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

Now looking at the 9ft moth you may expect him to be a hardcore dom when it comes to the bedroom but in reality, it just depends on the partner he's with at the time, since marrying Alastor he fits the criteria of a pleasure dom and sometimes on the rare occasion where Alastor was being an attention seeking brat than he would use a much harder but effective disciplinary method in their sessions or Tyler will sometimes let Alastor take charge but that's very rare.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚: Sex is Tyler's playground, he loves finding out what makes his sexual partners tick and moan by exploring new ways to get them utterly cock drunk. He loves trying out new things and has an endless supply of equipment to try out.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫: Kinky sex, dominance, submission, power play, rigging and other things that seem out the norm during sex, Tyler finds pleasure in the thrill of it all whether that be making his partners squirm from being tied up and edged to the max or showing them who really in charge when it come to the bedroom.  

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫: Tyler loves focusing more on their partner's pleasure rather than their own pleasure. This means he tends to focus more on giving their partner the pleasure rather than themselves honestly as long as they are enjoying and are sent into a subspace that's all Tyler needs to finish. 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜: To be completely honest after meeting Alastor Tyler has become such a romantic when it comes to the bedroom and cares about the emotions and intimacy with Alastor even if he tries to get Tyler to go harder on him it is always filled by sweet words of “I Love You” which Alastor hates.

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

Other than being a loa spirit for the humans up topside he is also an owner of a very successful 1900-themed burlesque club called the Shadowplay Speakeasy which is always hidden and changes location throughout the many alleyways across Hell’s sevens rings but since meeting Alastor he now resides in the Pride ring. The reason for this was to create a place where sinners and hellborns could come for the amazing drinks, music, performances, aesthetics and overall appreciation of how Tyler treats his employees and clients who use Shadowplay as a sanctuary to get away from being exploited and abused by other demons, especially Valentino. 

Which is how he would later come to know Angel Dust and eventually take him under his wings. He does a variety of different performances including drag shows on occasion and sometimes performs at Ozzie’s with the King of Lust himself who he is still really good friends with despite being in a friends-with-benefits type relationship in the past and has now become Ozzie’s and Fizz’s number one shipper.

When on the stage he goes either by Lady or Pidge where he gets to show his more feminine side when out on stage but would later take on the name Maman of Shadows as a result of his employees (mainly Angel Dust)  

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬:

𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬: Tyler has the ability to conjure and create shadows as the result of being idolised by topside as the Loa of The Shadows and Death and often sees his shadows as friends rather than a means to gain power. Like any parent, Tyler does have favourites among his Shadows with Wybie being his right-hand shadow/personal shadow.

𝐖𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Wybie has been with Tyler from the very start, with him stating that his shadow was created before he came into existence. For a demon's shadow, he has a very cheerful and outgoing personality, especially towards Alastor's shadow Ozul and can be very touchy towards the ones he feels comfortable around and usually tries to flirt with Ozul daily.  (Inspiration Aziraphale) 

𝐎𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Tyler created Ozul by giving Alastor's shadow life after he had mastered shadow work. Now unlike Wybie Ozul is an exact copy of Alastor but that's just the front he puts up as the result of him being the Radio Demons shadow like all shadows. They look up to their counterparts but he is such a sweetheart deep down that only Tyler and Wybie can bring out when they have their alone time together which Alastor hates. The one thing Ozul and Alastor share in common though is how to show their affection towards Tyler and Wybie, with Alastor not being a very good teacher when it comes to how you show affection towards someone you like and has learnt that to show love is to act defensive towards Wybie but luckily just like Tyler, his shadow knows that it's just a front. (Inspiration Crowley)

He is also able to physically touch and feel the shadows without going straight through their forms like others can and can also sense if someone may have the potential to harness the shadows which is how he first came across Alastor.  

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: As a result of being in tune with the shadows, he can create portals with them and use them to travel around the many rings of hell but only if there are shadows. Being the Loa of death he is the watcher of cemeteries up topside and the guardian between the living and the dead meaning he can travel to earth by either altar or a funeral with his vèvè on the tombstone. His vèvè depicts a tomb with a cross and two coffins, symbolising death.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧��𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦: Other than English he is also fluent in French and Cajun French because of his ties with New Orleans as a loa spirit and occasionally visited topside during the 1700-1900.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: His demonic form is more skeletal than normal with his body being more sharp and angular in most places making him incredibly lanky, his eyes are pure white showcasing no shine or glint. For height, just like Alastor’s demon form Tyler is incredibly huge standing between 15-16ft. At the corners of his mouth are white stitches that make him smile, showcasing sharp jagged teeth. For his hands, they become longer and sharper like razorblades and if in the close vicinity, you will be able to hear a thousand different voices scream and cry out loud from his many shadows.

𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬: Not to be confused with Valentino's repugnant imitational smoke bullshit Tyler has the ability or rather a skill set as he doesn't consider this a power to use against others since Tyler is a moth demon he can produce pheromones that smell like a mixture of sandalwood, pink pepper and leather musk that can increase there partner's libido while also acting as a type of relaxation if directly smelled from his scent glands. 

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲: Tyler is immune to most chemical agents including Valentino's smoke and is unable to be put under his spell.

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠: As a result of having an extra pair of arms Tyler can multitask whether that be holding a glass of wine while he cooks or reading a book while Alastor is lying down on his chest and tracing his back. 

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 The perks of being a moth demon is that Tyler can fly although he doesn't use them to. Just like Valentino Tyler can also use his wings to create powerful gusts of wind and other than being an asset when it comes to combat they are also used as a piece of clothing from wearing a long cloak to a coat or shawl Tyler can alternate the style of his wings.

𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 Since being a part of the loa spirits and also practises voodoo Tyler can perform rituals and magic and can conjure objects at will.