#radio bats

[keimiwolf]

Soo Alfreds code name is agent A.

The GIW goes by agent_(letter)

What if Danny heard one of the bat fam talking to Agent A and assumed they were in contact with the GIW, and we're now telling them where to find him.

Meanwhile the bats are all running around looking for the inquired child bleeding Lazarus water.

[kingzombear]

Hey gay people do u wanna see my demon x angel ocs

Their names are Lucy (demon) and Judy (angel)

They're ex childhood bffs (angst) in a monster girl punk band called Cherry Flavored Migraine. Lucy sings, Judy plays bass

They call each other Lulu and Juju and kick cryptid ass w magic and spiked bats

Also they're

YURI

[hrokkall]

P03 uploading Inscryption to the internet

[stringlight-eater]

sonic x jsr art

[yloiseconeillants]

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 7 - Voice

But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in Instead of government, we had a stage Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage Instead of help, we were given a crowd She didn't say much but she said it loud

[bandcampsnoop]

6/2/24.

I'm guessing Black Country, New Road and Dry Cleaning have listened to their fair share of Porridge Radio (Brighton, England) over the years. There's an intensity and song structure that recalls the fine work of both bands.

But this is way poppier than BCNR or Dry Cleaning. In fact, to me it sounds like The Bats crossed with either of those bands. But before I get too far out over my skis - "Rice, Pasta And Other Fillers" is the only Porridge Radio I've heard.

This album was originally released by Memorials of Distinction back in 2016. They've since repressed the LP and it's still available on Bandcamp.

[inyujidraws]

If my OC Creon Gilead were in the Helluva-verse. Blame Hazbin Hotel for this. Did 2 versions; one where she falls from heaven, and starting off as a sinner.

For context, the Earth has made radical leaps in technology up to 2080-ish, which led to the rise of meta-humans (bio-engineered mutants) and bio-terrorist sects.

Creon has committed a lot of horrible war crimes due to her time in the army and hired mercenary. But she strived to live as a better person after ending her service. Unfortunately the U.S. government blackmailed her into serving again to fight against another potential bio-terror sect. She died in the line of duty again, leaving behind a grieving community and friends. Not sure if this time she was briefly married or didn't meet a special someone.

Since she died as a fully-evolved mutant, she'll start off abnormally strong (not overlord level). This takes place during the so called 7-year absence of Lilith and the Radio Demon.

Fallen Angel

If she started off as a fallen angel, she'd definitely be picked up by Lucifer. He probably felt the disturbance of lots of exorcists being slaughtered, which is a first.

Most of the time Creon is making sure to bring him meals and reminding him to rest. At one point she gets stressed and extremely paranoid at Lucifer's spiraling mental state that she resorts to calling Charlie. Reconciliation takes place much faster, and Creon ends up splitting time helping at the hotel, and dragging Lucifer to said-hotel to spend time with his daughter.

Radio Demon's Assistant

If she started as a sinner in Hell (she figured that's where she'd go if Hell existed), she originally roughed it out near the edges of the city while killing and eating stray exorcists via ambush tactics. Eventually gave up on cave-dwelling and found low-entry job at Vox-tech. Eventually worked her way up due to taking initiative and Vox really valued how her work-ethic, adaptability, and genuine attitude.

It didn't take too long for Creon to be trusted with leading projects that had some success, and her influence to grow. Vox and Velvette were on board to make her a fellow Vee. Creon rejected the offer, but Vox didn't take that rejection well. Creon barely escaped Vox's brainwashing after injuring him and getting her wings. Creon was injured, mentally struggling, and bombarded from extreme visual and audio stimuli from all of the screens that surrounded the Vees territory.

Alastor found her and took her away so she could heal in peace. Alastor was able to persuade Creon into making a deal with him for her protection. It was icing on the top since he literally stole Vox's brand new "star." Alastor has found a new and exciting puzzle to solve and he relishes in poking and prodding his latest prey. Extra bonus since Creon's is a good chef and he gets to rub it in Vox's pathetic face.

Alastor likes to send Creon to go and kill whatever unlucky demon that pissed him off. All for the pure sadistic pleasure of chipping away at her humanity and morals. Thankfully she's really good friends with Husk. Nifty...she appreciates the little gremlin maid. Creon is always having to put up with Alastor's malicious pranks, chaotic antics, and mundane tasks. The one bright side is that Alastor has a co-star for his broadcasts. She'll join the Hazbin Hotel as the chef and give Charlie and Vaggie much needed advice with rehabilitating addicts.

[galedekkarios]

how i look lamenting the days when every other bloodweave fic being uploaded on the daily was about gale's oral fixation and him being stuffed like a turkey 😔💔

[batfr1es]

idk what fic writer cares but

the comms in batfam domino masks/cowls/helmets are probably one of the single most expensive things their whole costumes

in nightwing, dick has to put his domino mask back on to talk to babs, meaning the mask has both a microphone and probably the same technology as those sunglasses that send vibrations right into your skull to play music, which probably helps keep their comms safe from metas with super hearing

also talking about comms, batfam comms are probably the hardest shit to intercept ever, they’re frequency hopping at all over the places like those ghost radio machines plus whatever top secret encryption technology bruce 100% stole from the government- that’s to say, unless someone is connected to the fam and has access to the same comm radio they use, no one can tap into bat comms. literally impossible, unless they have a radio that came decode every single encryption method they have, are flipping between frequencies they same way they are- everything

like the tech involved in batfam comms is probably the most advanced, top secret shit ever- it there’s one thing that they will guard with their lives it’s their comm devices.

[akkivee]

okay. okay!!!! so!!!!!

hitoya likely owns the ‘supernatural car’

supernatural is the founding fandom of the omegaverse and hitoya has called himself an alpha

hitoya is big on classic rock and the bros in that show are always blasting oldies

dean, the owner of the impala, likes whiskey

the show’s about two bros ghostbusting and fighting demons and hitoya has canonically done that thru kuukou

dean’s most popular ship is with an angel and hitoya’s most popular ship is with an angel adjacent man

like i’m just saying man hitoya and dean might be the same per—

[radiomuseum]

Flower shirt and flower pants!

[weepingfoxfury]

'Life is a cabaret, old chum ... come to the cabaret' sings Liza Minnelli (78 today) ... the man on the radio talks of St Patrick and the Taoiseach and his trip to America bearing the usual bowl of shamrock ... the traffic lady talks of collisions, traffic jams and roundabouts and interchanges that may or may not be named after someone.

Not sure whether Lady Clemence and Augustus G Busterson are discussing such things. More likely to be pondering the various nighttime comings and goings.

Having fitted a camera out front, now I can see some of what they see.

There's a new cat, Fermata (small, fluffy, light ginger, plenty of cattitude) on the block that figures their shed is the local bistro. In they pop for biscuits and (ahem) lively banter. Not that Busterson has the finest table manner ... no showing of the menu, no offering of the cat gravy 'wine' list ... just protestations through the cat flap about taking liberties.

A fox came for a couple of nights. Circled around Clemence, but neither passed any remarks to the other. Foxy just wanted what most nighttime visitors want i.e. to be seated, shown the menu and bring me my order of cat food and make it snappy!

A local collie dog came and helped itself to one of the trays of food. Comical to watch the assessment of what was on offer and the decision to take the whole thing to consume elsewhere at leisure. I think I know who the dog belongs to and their predecessor did the same thing. A fine tradition to carry on, especially my finding and picking up of the discarded trays on the following day's walk.

There's a fine collection of crazy moths, bats and spiders also claiming their 5 minutes of camera fame, looking like glowing aliens taking to the stage. Bravo! And Encore!

So ... Come to the nighttime creature cabaret ... pull up a chair and be entertained ... but bring your own food and drink as there's not much left on the menu ;-)

[enbyshads]

dont know if this is actually true but if it is im going to freak out even more

[butthisismorefun]

One thing that never gets old is Batman adding "Bat" in front of all his equipment and other heroes just going along with it