#radio killed the radio star

[bogcreacher]

yeah micheal why shouldnt he drive

[pokedash55]

He spent 10 hours on the list explaining why each one is trash.

[araminakilla]

Angel: This little b1tch is a traitor!

Sir Pentious:

[phddyke]

My cat when I come home from work:

[classickatze]

[radiostatik]

Alastor coming out of the tailor shop being like, "I'm looking hotter than jambalaya, time to tease my arch-nemisis."

[radioactiveammy]

Alastor... came back...and he is with Lucifer's daughter, and that wasn't the FIRST FUCKING THING YOU TOLD ME?!?!?!

Because! We have been trying to figure out a means to usurp your horny ex-husband's power. And this whole time, you knew about incredibly illegal thing he was doing and you didn't think it might be a good idea to LET ME KNOW?!

Pour one out for the blue mates wanting to overthrow their red rivals whilst their pink sidekicks are absolutely no help.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 23: Breeding

Summary: Alastor hates October, postively abhors it due to his more...animalistic inclinations. Luckily for him, you just so happen to be near by and smell divine. Warnings: P in V sex, breeding kink, ruts, possesive, ownership, marking, cum, reader has a vagina, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @kewpikayo GO CHECK THEM OUT!!! Love you my kew!

It’s the middle of October. Skeletons and cobwebs line the walls, orange and black posters of all kinds hang from balcony’s, and Charlie’s excitement over the possible bond through the upcoming holiday was unmatched. All the resident’s of the Hazbin Hotel, despite some occasional hesitence, join in on the festive spirit. Except for Alastor. Even a creature as powerful as he could not escape the cycles of instinct. Alastor found himself in an uncomfortable predicament during this supposed festive month: he was in rut, a state that left him feeling restless and agitated.

Hiding away in his lavish room, adorned with vintage radio equipment and eerie memorabilia, he tried to ignore the urge that pulled at him. His usual confidence was replaced with a sense of vulnerability, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone discovering him in such a state. This time of month had always been a chore, normally he could try to wait it out. Hiding himself away till it passes and it normally does. But not this time. His cock strained against his trousers, that familar uncomfy feeling settling in his belly. No amount of smooth, languid strokes can bring him any ease and he’s been at this for hours. 

Sweat peripherated his brow, his jacket long discarded in favor for his simple white button up, sleeves cuffed at the elbow. The world was unbearably hot. He had always relished his independence, his power over others, but now, he felt trapped within his own skin. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed something, someone to sink into. To rake his teeth over the soft supple flesh of their neck, pump his cock in and out of tight velvetly walls till he came undone and sat knotted within them till his seed took. Such thoughts flooded his mind, till he finally decided to give into his baser inclinations and hump a nearby pillow in erotic and pure desperation. 

With each press into the fabric, precum weeped from his angry tip to no avail. It was not the same, would never be the same. With each passing of an orgasm, rushed and heated, his cock only stood at more attention and ached with need. Nothing could satite the desire that filled his entire being, mind whirring with one and one thought only: breed. He wanted a mate, needed one.

A rapture of knocks at his door were the only thing that broke him from his ruminations. 

“Alastor? It’s me, Y/N. Can I come in?”

There was a moment of silence before Alastor’s voice filtered through the door, strained yet familiar. “One moment, my dear.”

That one sentence had sealed his whole fate, leading him to where he was presently. He had let you in, opened the door to view your bright and smiling face beaming up at him with a curious desire to help. Of course you had noticed he was missing, you always did. Following him around like a stray puppy since the begining of your stay at the hotel. At first, he had found your presence bothersome, an nusiance to his daily musings and whims. But when you had one day asked him so sweetly to show off his records and radio tower, in total awe of his power, he could not help but fall for your antics. Never failing to see some strand of good in him, every request was a command you followed though he did not own your soul. You were his to protect, to cherish, and now as you stood before him, to mate. 

You had held your hand to his brow, taking his temperature when you noticed his paled state. You smelled so sweet and his inhale was nothing short of sickening as he brought his nose to your hand. Coming kiss your palm as his own brought your hand to his lips. Oh, how soft your skin was against his chapped lips. Like fresh rose petals in spring. From that point on, he could not stop himself. Bringing his lips down your forearm, up to your shoulder, the valleys of your neck. With each kiss and nip, your body shook with shock and anticpiation. His teeth grazed the crevice of your collarbone, leaving a small mark in its wake that drove him wild. You were his, all his.

And now, here you lie. Dark marks marring your once soft and clean skin with the clearest sign of his possesiveness, his ownership. Laid bare before his hungry eyes and desires, his cock came to be inside you with one thrust; your cunt wet and ready for him like it was made for this purpose. Conceptually, rationally, by all means of logic, Alastor knew it would never work. Except, in this very moment, cock pounding into your wet and inviting cunt, he couldn’t help but pray to whatever power was listening that his seed would take. That you would grow warm and full with his child, glowing and basking in the obvious sign of his claim over you. 

Growling, his voice passed huskily through your ears. “Gonna be such a good mate for me….going to be so round and perfect full of me darling—“ Alastor’s words were not his own, his body and mind completely consumed by his arousal and need. Not that you minded, despite being confused as to where this suddent attention was coming from. You had always found Alastor attractive and now to see him so feral only added to the slick that pooled out of your puffy pussy. 

Alastor’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his thrusts becoming short and sloppy as his release fast approached. Soft grunts left his lips and with one final stroke, spilled hot ropes of cum into you. His cock head swelled into knot, the added weight and size barrelling you into your own release. Alastor then collapsed, chest pressing on top of you as his cock twitched, the amount of his release too great for your body to hold; marveling as it spilled past his member and out your greedy hole. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with pleaasure. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged you in on the bed; pushing his cum back into you as he drew himself ontop of you overstimulated body. His eyes flashed a dangerous shade of black, his signature smirk now coming to form a dark and possesive sneer. 

“Now we wait my dear…and I will wait as long as it need for it to take.”

[1spooky2me]

Here’s the TV man and his Radio twink as a bonus✨

[bogcreacher]

i never posted these here? happy belated halloween, look at my old scaries

these are from a horror novel turned comic i'm working on about autonomy and queerness and American highways and a really fucked up radio

[shnikkles]

Hazbin Hotel is finally out! Of the current batch of episodes, I worked on episode 2, Radio Killed the Video Star. Here are some screenshots of the final versions of scenes/shots I storyboarded. I had such a blast working on this one! Can’t wait for you all to see more :)

[pokedash55]

This man probably has a hate blog called "FuckAlastorbutnotinasexyway.complainer.com.org.gov"

[vaggieslefteye]

I think I have... just the one.

[hazbin-hotel-alastor]

[city-m0rgue]

i love the contrast between alastor and vox’s rivalry and alastor and lucifers “rivalry” 😭

in “stayed gone” alastor keeps his cool until the very end while vox freaks out and tries desperately to prove he’s better. alastor is still chill even though this rivalry has been going for so long. vox still doesn’t manage to piss him off

the difference here is alastor randomly decided to spark up a fight, with fuckin LUCIFER. lucifer actually manages to piss alastor off to the point of getting him to swear (damn swearing to the king of hell), and alastor actually gets mad over a random ass conflict.

alastor doesn’t even frustrated over a rivalry that’s been going on for years, he doesn’t even break a sweat, but when he decided to fuck with lucifer he turns red

[jollyimposter]

If Vox hates Alastor so much why in the HELL does the hearts here on the walls resemble deer prints?

Either it’s supposed to be broken hearts (or just a design choice by Valentino), or Vox was the one who requested this design, either way Vox is obsessed with Alastor that is all I’m getting from this series, ta-ta folks.