#radio demon rp

[angel-dust-addict]

//As a reminder, I've got a bunch of Hellaverse blogs. And I've got at least a handful of open starters up on each. So I've listed those blogs and a link to their open starters below:

Angel Dust: @angel-dust-addict - opens

Alastor: @pentagramcityradio - opens

Husk: @gamblinggryphon - opens

Cypher: @theliarshart - opens

Stolas: @stolasowlofgoetia - opens

Blitzø: @clownturnedkiller - opens

Moxxie: @themoxxieboy - opens

All of these characters are canon to either Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss except for Cypher. Cypher is an AU version of Danny Holt from London Spy created for the Hellaverse. Each muse has their rules and bio in their pinned post.

[pentagramcityradio]

Valentine's Day Starter/Plotting Call!

//It's a bit late in the day, I know, but I just got home from work. If anybody would like to do a Valentine's Day thread with Alastor, please either like this or send me a message or something. I've got a call to make and then I'll get to those.

[alastrophe]

Indie Alastor - Canon Compliant - 25+ Writer, Halcyon

[xxsmilingdeerxx]

📻“I’m trying to sleep. Hands off.”🎙

...though his tail seems to be wagging?

@safaristylez

[selineram3421]

Royally Pissed 👑

Chapter List

Didn't expect to be making one so soon.

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2: Not yet made/in the process

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✨Updated every time there is a new chapter✨

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[zootopiathingz]

Alastor: Charlie darling, we need to talk.

Charlie, panicking: uhhh.. the number you have reached does not exist. Please leave a message after the beeeeeeeep!

Alastor: dear, if the phone number doesn’t exist, how could I leave a message?

Charlie:

Alastor:

Charlie: BEEEEEEEEEEP!

[lilfriezatyrant]

Deer Nighttime Peace 🌙🌟

Several weeks have passed since you landed in hell. Although you wanted to understand the real reason why you ended up in such a place at all, although you are still human and cannot remember whether you actually died... this mental quest is becoming more and more forgotten with each passing hour.

The more time you spend with one of the strongest regents, the less important this thought becomes.

Alastor, he was the being who gave you refuge in this hotel.

Your safe haven. Protected from the other demons outside the building.

Your protection is also maintained by a pact made by the elegant scarlet demon in deer form.

"If you continue to entertain me well, you will stand in my favor."

Actually a very fragile offer, at least for your part in this convenant. After all, it also means that if you no longer bring him that certain amusement, there's no place for you here anymore.

But would that really be the case? After all, the other demons here, who are also guests and hosts have grown so fond of you and they seem to like you too!

Even the tall grumpy black owl cat, who shunned you at first, secretly enjoys your frequent little caresses on his ears. A cat's purr, however quiet it may be, still sends out vibrations that you can clearly feel under the palm of your hand.

There is almost never an evening when you don't end the day with Alastor. Whether it's just with a cup of tea or one or more glasses of whiskey before you are led back to your room by his shadow or, if the tiredness or the alcohol effect has been too great, even personally by him.

On this night, however, it should be an unusual event...

Your hand grips more of the pillow you are lying on, while your other hand grips a soft surface...it feels even softer than the pillow...you clutch the outline a little tighter...it feels furry. Yet you don't exert any great force, as if you want to feel every detail, every hair.

You sleepily open one eye and only now realize that there is some weight on your chest. You just can't make anything out in the darkness.

Perhaps you were half asleep when you brought the little radio back to bed that Alastor gave you as a gift?

But...the device doesn't feel so fluffy. No, not at all. It should feel metallic, hard and a bit warm...right? Only the warmth of the fur shares a commonality with the little vintage medium...

As you carefully slide your petite hand over it, you now feel something of a hard material and it emanates coolness in contrast to the previous texture. You feel your way upwards and the material ends in a sharp point, but even in your sleepiness you remain careful not to hurt yourself.

Suddenly your eyes widen as you hear a noise. A strange noise, it sounded like a hoot of an owl...? Why would there be a forest dweller here when you're in your room in a hotel? Right In the middle of hell?

But your confusion is now turning into fear. Panic, to be precise, because right in front of you huge, monstrous eyes glowing in an eerie red flickering. The ebony pupils amidst the bright red, deformed into dials that rotate clockwise every second.

Your hand instinctively loosens and although you want to sit up, startled, you are prevented from doing so by the weight on your body.

"Waking up so early?" bright yellow teeth glare out of the darkness. A hellish, distorted grin so unholy, that reaches up to the two scarlet saucers.

"Unusual for you, little doe."

Your heartbeat, which you could still hear pounding so clearly in your body, vibrates along with the static radio sound lacing the voice.

Your own voice almost catches in your throat as you try to name the now familiar creature that caused you such panic before.

"Al-Alastor...!"

The eldritch eyes now swing counterclockwise and return to normal size, his chin perched now right on your collarbone, his eyes, still seeming so huge now due to the lack of distance, focusing only on you.

"Yes, why! Did you expect someone else?" The voice seems amused and cheerful, and you can even hear the audience laughing in the background. It's an amplification that he likes to use to make fun of something, which even you notice after a short time.

And yet... as close as the radio demon is to you right now, he has never been so close to you.

Your face blushes more and you only give a non-verbal, slight shake of your head in response. Right now you are completely overwhelmed as to what is actually going on...is this just a dream?

You slowly look around yourself in the darkness to avoid the demon's hypnotic gaze and the faint sounds of animals and the leaves blowing in the wind through the trees...you must be in his room. In the personal realm of this overlord.

"Your heartbeat...what a harmonious rhythm it makes...lovely." He props his cheek with one hand while he briefly tugs playfully at your pajama with the index finger of his other hand before tapping the spot above your heart in unison.

In response, you only let out an embarrassed giggle and you recognize the outline of Alastor better now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness and your surroundings and he is indeed actually lying on top of you with his weight.

It doesn't feel oppressive, but it's still impossible to get away from him.

The question is...do you even want to?

"You should go back to sleep, my dear. After all, you have to get up very early in the morning to listen to my first broadcast, don't you?" His asking is more of a rhetorical question, since you take it for granted. You've never missed one of his broadcasts before.

His finger continues to tap gently to the sound of your pounding heart, but slower and calmer. In a way, you feel safe with him, this...protective gentleman. Whenever you have left the hotel, he has always been with you and nothing has ever happened to you...even his shadow seems to feel comfortable in your presence and strokes now your hair for a brief moment.

"Hmm..." the radio demon seems to muse, stopping the contact of his finger and rubbing his chin instead, before finally resting his head fully on your chest again.

"I could create a melody based on your delicious heart beat, what do you think?" his voice sounds static, with a recognizable, smug undertone.

Your face remains red, but with a slight, very sincere smile.

"That would be very flattering, Mr. Alastor."

The noble patron morphs his grin into a much wider and crooked one. He seems more than delighted with the answer, nestling his head more against the pajama, now listening with one ear to your once again uncontrolled tune of your heart.

"Then it's a done deal! Very good!" The cheerful echo in his voice is clearly audible, but his next sentence makes you now puzzled.

"You may continue, you know?." He purrs these words and they sound honest. Unfiltered. They are not in the usual voice that sounds through a radio.

But what does he mean...?

Before you could ask your question, a cool breath grips your palm and Alastor's shadowy image directs your hand to his head.

It is the first touch you have experienced with him, which he allows and tolerates. At that precise moment, time stands still for you and every quiet ambient noise is completely muted.

It was his ears and hair that you felt in your sleepy state. His inconspicuous antlers that you felt towards... the warmth and closeness emanated from him...

You silently thank the shadow with a smile before you start stroking its very soft texture again. Your ministrations remain delicate and almost reverent, as you don't want to ruffle any of his hair. Your eyes slowly close and you can hear a very soft static purring sound that goes through your body like a gentle wave.

It feels so real, it can't be a dream.

[lucifer-imaginaryfriend]

Is anyone up for a Radioapple roleplay? (you can choose whoever you want to be) 🍎📻✨❤️

Message me or comment, I am curious to try out the roleplay

- I’m okay with almost anything, and I can adhere to your preferences

[voethebeau]

“Awh, That’s cute~ Don’t worry. I’ll be waiting for you Voe, just make the right choice~”

(Lucifer👑)

“Oh my,” 😳

[alteregozowie]

I swear I'll have some art soon, I kinda like drawing in bulk, then posting everything over time.

But, here's a couple I did for RP:

Just something to tie over until I pump out something else xD

[radio-host]

So, why is it that you don't like Lucifer? Is there a specific reason, or do you just not like him.

my dear, i simply cannot resist the temptation to mock our short king! HaHaHa!

@hazbindying

[angel-dust-addict]

Christmas threads, anyone?

//I'm open to whatever sort of plots. Any of these guys are fair game. Angel here is kind of bah humbug exept for the excuse for slutty Santa or elf costumes. Cherri (@firecrackerdetonator) will take any excuse to set things on fire. Alastor (@pentagramcityradio) is kinda eeeeehhhhh about the whole thing. Husk (@gamblinggryphon) is Husk. He's probably drunk. Izzi (@nightmareofthedamned) doesn't care one way or the other about it, although the festivities do get people to let their guard down and that makes it easier to kill them. Cypher (@theliarshart) is actually excited for Christmas, but it's a little bittersweet, as it's the first year since Scottie died that he's been able to actually do anything to celebrate. Stolas (@stolasowlofgoetia) finds the whole thing rather absurd, but he does like all the lights. Blitzø (@clownturnedkiller) is how he usually is about holidays, which is to say he's probably lonely unless he's with Stolas or somebody. And Moxxie (@themoxxieboy) finds the idea rather enchanting, even if he doesn't get the religious aspect. Feel free to come poke any of them.

[pentagramcityradio]

The streets were rarely quiet in this part of the pentagram. But when the Radio Demon was on the prowl, people tended to make themselves scarce. Alastor wandered through the Wrath District looking as carefree as could be. This was probably the most dangerous district, but his reputation preceded him. And he had been particularly gruesome with his hunts in this district. He was, therefore, quite surprised to meet another demon, one who didn't seem concerned with his presence.

"Hello, my good fellow! Fancy meeting... frankly anyone here!" He greeted jovially. This was bound to be interesting.

[alastrophe]

~~Naught but skin and bones; fathomless hunger and infinite power~~

Sideblog for the one, the only* Radio Demon

"Oh, this will be fun~"

*I say the only, but there are quite a few of us here

25+ writer || call me Halcyon

New to Hazbin, not RP; I am rusty though

Semi-selective

Follows (back) from mirrorlyshadow

[ask-husker]

Why do so many male overlords have really shitty haircuts?

Alastor is the only one who comes to mind.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Aftermath

For anyone wondering, Alastor has officially returned to the hotel, but as a little treat, here's a short fic detailing what happened after the events of the other day's Truth or Dare.

I didn't spend a lot of time on this, but I wanted to show a bit of what happened between Vox and Alastor after they went to bed.

Vox was already lying in bed by the time Alastor emerged from the bathroom, changed into black lounge pants and a blue t-shirt that was just a bit too big on him. And holy shit, he looked adorable. That just wasn't fucking fair.

"You're staring," Alastor accused as he walked over to the right side of the bed, climbing under the covers.

"Well, I've never seen you wear anything but that stupid suit," Vox pointed out defensively.

"If it's so stupid, why have you modeled your look after it?" he asked, looking over at the television demon with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow.

He scowled. "Shut up," he grumbled, prompting Alastor to chuckle as he sidled closer to rest his head on his chest.

Vox stared down at him in shock, feeling his screen glitching a bit. Alastor was... cuddling him. For all their joking about it with those questions, he hadn't actually expected.... Tentatively, Vox brought his hand up around the Radio Demon's shoulders, thumb rubbing soft, tender circles against his arm.

They just laid there in silence for several minutes before Vox finally got the guts to speak up. "Al... you know, I... when I apologized earlier... I meant it."

Despite the fact that Alastor hadn't been moving, he still seemed to become even more still. "I know," he replied, his voice guarded. "I could tell."

Silence fell between them again and Vox sighed, looking off into the distance. "I've missed you," he murmured softly after a while.

"Yes, that was apparent."

"You... gonna say you missed me, too?" he asked hopefully.

"You're making quite the assumption there, old pal," Alastor chuckled lightly, and Vox scowled.

"Okay, see, it's shit like this that makes me say you're an asshole friend. You claim you gave a shit about me, but you've never once said anything to me that implies that you did. You talk as if my friendship was always such a fucking burden, as if I'm just pathetic. Do you know what that's like, when your opinion has always meant the most to me? Even now."

Alastor was quiet, and this time, Vox didn't see fit to break the silence. He let his hand fall away from Alastor's arm as he glared at the far wall.

Eventually, Alastor lifted his head, his expression unreadable as he looked into Vox's eyes. "I wouldn't have done this dance with you all these years if I didn't miss you, mon cher" he said softly, cupping the side of his screen in his hand.

Vox's breath caught in his throat. He had a sinking suspicion that his pupils had become hearts, and the amusement flickering in Alastor's face seemed to confirm that. And maybe it was the half bottle of rye he had drank that was emboldening him, but he leaned in closer. "Can I kiss you?" he breathed.

Slowly, after a second's hesitation, Alastor nodded.

Vox's hand came up to thread through Alastor's hair, and he searched the deer demon's face carefully for any misgivings as he closed the remaining space between them. When he didn't see any, he let his eyes slip closed as he kissed him.

He kept the kiss gentle and tender, and Alastor returned the pressure of his lips with an almost curious hum. Vox felt like he was floating. After a few moments, he flicked his tongue experimentally against Alastor's lips, and they immediately parted for him, allowing him to slip inside with a soft moan.

It wasn't too long before Alastor pulled away, his usual smile appearing perhaps a touch softer around the edges. "Don't expect much more from me right now, Vox. If we pursue this, I'll want to take it slow."

"Hey, that's fine," Vox immediately agreed, his heart soaring.

"Is it?" He arched an eyebrow at him. "You have never taken anything slow in your entire existence."

"Well, I'd do it for you," he muttered, looking down with a faint shrug. "You're worth it."

Alastor caught the bottom of his screen in his hand, directing his gaze back to him. "Then perhaps we can revisit this conversation." He brushed his lips softly over the smile that was spreading across Vox's screen before he returned his head to his chest. "Goodnight, Vox."

Vox swallowed thickly, carding his hand through Alastor's hair before gently rubbing the base of his ear. "Goodnight, Al."