#rxdiostxtic

[steelgrey-demon]

@rxdiostxtic​ said: “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ”

     Vaggie eased up in her tensed expression, if only a little bit. The last thing she needed was him of all people to see her weak...but still...he was offering help. Nobody else was. 

“...It’s just a sprain ankle...m’sure I can walk.” Came her tired grumble where she sat on the ground.

[stagtic]

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@rxdiostxtic​​ said:

You're literally such an inspiration! Your Alastor is incomparably charming, and such a fresh take. It's great to see an asshole character actually portrayed as a genuine asshole, and still be likable. It definitely takes a certain flair. And the love you have for this character seems to almost bleed through every word you type. I love seeing you on my dash!

[worldly-diversity]

@rxdiostxtic​ gets a starter from Velvet!

Velvet's eyes lifted from her phone to dart from the decrepit building to the radio demon and back, trying to gauge just how serious he was, or if he was trying to bullshit her. Never mind the bastard knew she was close to Val and Vox and they'd never liked each other much, perhaps due to her closeness with Vox, perhaps not. Either way it's not like she cared…

An unimpressed eyebrow rose as her eyes finally settled to meet his, phone finally lowering in disinterest. "You're kidding, right?" Her voice, normally sounding like she was on some sort of sugar rush, was flat and unamused, her usual smile nowhere to be seen.

"Let me get this straight deer boy, you want me to run the social spectrum of this un-instagrammable garbage dump, practically for free, while knowing who I normally work with?"

Never mind she had no intention of getting Vox on her bad side. On the other hand, if there was something in it for her she'd consider it… Especially because having the princess in her debt would be interesting ( and boy doesn't that thought just make her giddy with delight ? ) and it wasn't like she'd be promoting the radio demon, she'd be working for little Charlotte and her pet project. Val and Vox couldn't get angry about that, right?

"Maybe if you make a more interesting offer I'll actually consider it." She goes for a haughty attitude there, nose upturned though her frown has turned into a grin, interested in the gig despite herself. Having these guys owe her was going to be fun!

[littledemondarling-a]

Why Aren’t We Roleplaying?

@rxdiostxtic​ said:  ♧ □ I am just notoriously the worst at keeping up with things, and I'm sorry darlin XD

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

//No need to apologize! I totally get it! And admittedly I don’t have thread ideas either ^^; But hey, I don’t mind sending you a meme or vice versa to try and jumpstart something again lol.

[hxlls-sweetest-sinner]

@rxdiostxtic said: what on earth are you looking at?

Serenity had been staring at Alastor for a good while now, to a point where she wasn't really aware of what was going on around her. Sure, she may have seen his lips move, but she hardly heard what came out.

Serenity didn't have an interesting form to inspect, so she would often observe others'; and Alastor was no exception. She was looking with a seemingly intense interest, mostly at the top of his head where his... 'Ears' were located. She didn't really know what they were, and that's what piqued her interest.

"Those things on your head... Are they ears? Is there any bone, or is it all cartilage? Or is it just magic hair that moves?"

[rxdiostxtic]

“Smile, my dear! You know, you’re never fully dressed without one!”  - Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

A brand new, independent, oc friendly, crossover friendly, and minorly selective Alastor of Vivziepop’s already beloved Hazbin Hotel! Heavily headcanon based until more information is released, and lore is expanded upon.

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[hxlls-fire-archived]

@rxdiostxtic Cont. from here (x)

She could practically feel Alastor’s calculating gaze on her as she pondered his words. It was as if he was trying to see right through her. Right into her very soul. She opened her hand, revealing a small flame as it seemingly danced around her palm.

“I guess that’s all it would take wouldn’t it?” The fire demoness replied, uncertainty lacing her tone. Her eyes flickered from her flame to the radio demon. “Me burning down a whole district of Pentagram City. Just because I can.” And with that Hestia closes her hand, extinguishing her flame with a soft ‘hisss’. “But that’s not what I want. I don’t want people to fear me.”

[niifelheim]

[cont. from here]

@rxdiostxtic​

Ah, misery. It ran deep in this man’s psyche, like a stab to the gut. Though not quite broken, he was clearly the product of some other horrific extradimensional being. If Alastor remembered correctly, that wicked, self-proclaimed Eater of Worlds had taken residence on this miserable green and blue planet thousands of years ago. And though not familiar with the entity’s work entirely, Alastor was aware enough to know that their methods of toying with prey were similar. It began with fostering that sense of hopelessness. Pure dread. An inescapable sort of fear that tethered a person to the idea of their own mortality. Though, Alastor, himself, preferred to deal in the more organized chaos of violence and bloodshed to weaken a target, there was something undeniably beautiful about It’s approach.

Well, he hated to step on the toes of a kindred spirit, but this one made for easy prey. Not necessarily his first choice for a potential meal, but one grew peckish…

Nothing left to do but approach, and the fiend did with a bright grin and welcoming tone.

“Oh, but my friend, aren’t you a comedian? A man of jokes? Safe? Pah!” He laughed, tossing his head back briefly, leaning against the rail beside the human. “What fun is there in safe comedy?”

It had been pure chance that had brought Richie back to Derry. Or that’s what he’d thought. It was going to be a quick gig, in and out, just a few days and part of a comedy campaign centered in Maine. Only a couple of days in and the memories had returned, bit by bit, each one more horrifying. The worst was this evening when he had seen something while on stage, and promptly froze. The rest of the show he managed to stumble through, but it was one of his worst shows ever.

Which brought him outside at the back of the building, having a cigarette out in the crisp evening air, muttering to himself. The reply took him by surprise and he nearly inhaled his cigarette. Coughing, he turned to look at the other man.

“You got me there”, he admitted, grateful to have been yanked out of his dark thoughts. The stranger was right, and he was good at finding something to laugh at in dark places, even if it was mostly himself. Because things, things could always get worse. That was the awful, hilarious truth of it. At the moment, however, he was struggling to see how it could be.

Because ITs back.

“Dangerous comedy is the best comedy.” He paused, putting out his cigarette against the brick wall and flicking it into a nearby waste basket. “I’m Richie”, he continued, even though the stranger had already identified him. He didn’t want the lasting impression to be this evening’s terrible show, though. “And you are?”

[lcftcult]

❝ Why do they do it? ❞ 

THE GOLDEN COMPASS  ||  Accepting

“Because, she said we were destined to take over the Earth with our celestial powers.  But instead I’m down here..” Black Star answered, looking at her left ‘palm’ to see the dark 4-pointed star birth mark dead in the center.  “It’s why she was so harsh with anyone who broke the rules, but I know I was wrong all those times.”

No, the cat was not wrong whenever she broke rules (some being absolutely silly).  Her ‘mother’ was just an extremist cult leader trying to brainwash everyone in the group.  “If we swayed even slightly to think differently from her, well..” the tiny demon cringed at the horrific memories, but it was something she accepted and, well.. still believed.

@rxdiostxtic

[deaddixie]

The gunfire is loud and the air is cloudy with shrapnel and smoke from guns. It appears as though The Hangover has become the scene of a battle, windows shattered and patrons inside exchanging fire with some rival gang members outside. There’s the occasional spell being thrown back and forth but neither team has a real game changer that can claim victory and territory for the other.

That is, until Dixie Boy himself steps out of the door to the bar. He wasn’t an Overlord by any stretch of the imagination, but his ruthlessness and penitent for execution were widely known in the surrounding territories. Only those who wanted to die picked a real fight with Dixie Boy and his gang of militiamen. See, Dixie wasn’t content with handling his business himself, no. He’d gone out of his way to train the patrons of the bar in gun-handling as well as other basic soldier skills, like teamwork and first aid. Their skills were vast and so were their technologies,  but he’d trained them all up so that they had all the basic skills of a soldier.

Now, Dixie had plenty of guns at his disposal. He even had a couple of heavy ordinance dispensers (grenade launchers) at his disposal, but he didn’t need any of that. All he needed were his trusty revolvers and his sniper rifle. Whoops and hollers resounded through the bar as Dixie walked into oncoming fire without so much as batting an eye. Time seems to distort for the bartender. He can see bullets leaving the individual guns being fired, and he reacts with ease, bending a leg or tilting his body so that the bullet misses. He even has time to flick one out of the way. However, to the naked eye, it would seem as if Dixie had just become some sort of impossible to hit deity, moving like no other demon should be able to.

There’s a couple of clicks as empty guns fail to fire. Dixie recognizes this sound, grinning maliciously behind his mask as they frantically reload. His revolvers leave their holsters and without so much as a millisecond of hesitation, he’s already dropping bodies, turning and ducking to avoid fire as he deals out death like the Grim Reaper himself. He only stops shooting when his guns are empty. Now it’s time for the real fun.

He breaks into a sprint, leaping up off of a parked car and stomping one particular gunman in the face as he lands, cocking the hammer back and sending one shotgun shell out of his revolver into their face as well. A backup shot in each gun packed some heat for a quick kill at close quarters. How fun!

@rxdiostxtic

[steelgrey-demon]

rxdiostxtic said "Pitiful."

“Hey man. I needed to drink after all the shit from last year.” Vaggie grumbled, placing an icepack on her forehead. 

[appldaddy]

⌛️- Last thing you did before logging in?

To be honest? I got woken up by my sister. My financial situation wasn’t the best, so I’ve had to move back in with my parents temporarily and the worst part about that, is that my little siblings are around. So, my 19 year old sister whos off work today literally pounded the wall (she has a room across from mine) whining to wake me up and take lunch to another sibling who forgot it because her ‘license was expired’ so… my mornings pretty rough. Normally I’d make a cup of tea, and wake up, then go ahead and log on / attempt to do some course work for my new job, but… todays ball got thrown out the window.

[stagtic]

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses. [ x ]

@rxdiostxtic​ said:

are there any tropes that pull you in or that you realise are reoccuring in your muses?

( skewed morals / beliefs, generally. i just find it FASCINATING trying to understand how these characters justify their actions, however selfish, however they might hurt others, to themselves. i guess it’s because my approach to understanding characters — and honestly, human behavior in general — is usually ‘ but why ’. i get a lotta feedback about how i delve a lot into al’s motives and the reasons he behaves as he does, and that’s no accident. it’s what interests me the most to explore. )

[radioxdust]

[ run ] for Charlie

Charlie knew Alastor didn't like to be touched but, she always wanted to know if he was any amount of fluffy after she met him. She approached him in the foyer, gently clearing her throat as to not startle him. "Thank you for taking care of me until I felt better." She hummed softly, sure he would hate to be seen as kind given the environment. "Um...I was wondering if it was ok for me to touch you? I...Just wanted to pet your ears. I-if that's ok?"

[stripesncigs]

“   doesn’t   this   intimidate   you  ?!   ”

His eye is wide with awe, shock, and fear. What in the FUCK was that? Tyco didn’t even have that much time to process what he saw. He takes one step back, his whole body leaning back, ready to flee any moment.

“Yeah it sure does. Is that the reaction you wanted?” He’s still bewildered, fingers curled and elbows bent as if preparing for something else to be thrown his way. Tyco’s not even sure what or if there will be anything coming next, but like hell is he not going to be prepared for it.

[justasecurityguard]

rxdiostxtic started following you.

“If you’re here to see Master I’m afraid you just missed him.”