#they friends

[littlelightfish]

Something that catched my attention during today's episode, was that Laios doesn't mind being patted on the head.

I think he is a bit surprised Chilchuck does that, because he knows well enough chilchuck hates when people do that to him. Chilchuck's revenge doesn't bother him as he thought it would. I'd say he's thinking "when was the last time someone did this to me?". He lacks of caring father figure and then this guy, who, apparently, is a dad, un-shrinks and pats him.

He feels... It's wierd. It isn't disgusting, but isn't as nice as he thought those things were. He feels... He finds himself feeling nothing and wondering if he should feel something. Annoyance, at least. But no, he just feels this wierd thing inside of him. Because it was nice. It was a soft touch, even if it was teasing, it was nice. But he doesn't feel the warmness that should come with a care. He doesn't feel anything. It's like when Chil kicks him behind the knee. It's the same kind of message the one that pat gives him, but, for some reason, instead of a kick, this time it was a pat. And it feels... wierd. Not in an even remotely romantic way, not even close. Just... "how am I supoused to react?" He doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything. He just knows he isn't used to this kind of things happening. How is he supoused to react? Marcille and Chil both get annoyed when patted. He should be? He wonders. But why would he? It isn't bad- it doesn't feel bad, it's just... How is he supoused to know how does this feels? It doesn't feels like much. At all. Why do they both make such a fuss about it? Sure it isn't the best feeling in the world, but... It isn't as bad as they make it look.

He doesn't know how to react, what to do, but before he has an answer, or has to worry about thinking it too much, the teasing stops and they're on their feet again.

[konaharts]

RadioStatic Week 2024

First Meeting

[I'm probably not going to do all the days due to work, but I wanted to draw at least this one!

I know they most likely met while Vox was building a video/tv empire in Hell, but I couldn't get this one scenario out of my head of Alastor finding Vox shortly after he arrives in Hell. Enjoy this mini-fic I wrote about it!]

The sinner was scrawny, a picture box laying on his shoulders, the glass having been broken in by the demons Alastor had just chased away. What looked like a face occasionally flashed on the screen.

The Radio Host's eyes scrunched up in disgust, his very personal feelings and opinions about televisions flooding into him. He should have passed on by.

Whoever this sinner was, he was possibly one of the most pathetic-looking sinners Alastor had ever laid his eyes upon.

Even so, a sinner down on his luck was another opportunity for a deal and another avenue to grow his power.

"My, my. You look like you've seen better days! Welcome to Hell, my good fellow!"

At the sound of the Radio Demon's voice, the newest arrival to Hell turned his head, the broken screen flashing, occasionally illuminating Alastor's face. A distorted, filtered voice with uneven volume emanates from the picture box, words occasionally repeating and stuttering due to the damage.

"H-H-Hell? W-W-Wał₮…I. I. I. I. Kn-Know th-th-₮Ⱨ₳₮ voł₵Ɇ."

Alastor paused.

"Oh?"

"A-A-Al₳₴₮ØⱤ ████████. ₣ⱤØ₥ ₮ⱧɆ ███ ███████ RadĐłØ ₴ⱧØ₩. I-I-It's beɆ₦ ɎɆ₳Ɽ₴, b-b-but I re₵Ø₲₦łⱫɆ th₳₮ vØł₵Ɇ."

This was unexpected. With the wave of his cane, Alastor's powers begin to turn the clock on the sinner's face, repairing it, piece by piece.

"You've heard of me?"

"Ⱨ₳ve I?" The last bit of machinery and glass push themselves in, the cracks instantly healing. A flash, and a now-complete face graces the screen. The distorted voice disappears, replaced by the voice of an enthusiastic man with a filter similar to Alastor's own. "Why, you're my inspiration!" The sinner's face beams with excitement.

Finally, some proper recognition in this hellhole. Alastor's grin turns into a wide smile. Dare he say, genuine, for once?

"Well, well, well! What a surprise! It's not everyday I come across someone who's heard of me before falling into the pits of Hell! Tell me,"

Alastor helps up the television man and straightens his antenna.

"What do they call you, ol' chum?"

The sinner hesitates. No doubt someone or something had informed him about how sinners tend to change their names upon arriving in Hell.

"…Vox."

A peculiar name.

"Well, Voxy, I know a place with the best drinks this side of town! Let's have a chat and get you settled in, hm?"

With an arm around his shoulder, Alastor leads Vox away. Despite his reservations with the...asset...Hell had so graciously gifted this poor soul as a head, maybe having someone with knowledge about television that he could manipulate wouldn't be so bad.

[magentasnail]

i was motivated to make a game for like 2 days and then i gave up but that's what i came up with

[nekomortiz]

Sleep pals

[mylifeisadeceit]

I've seen this (I think) theory which said that while Luigi is kept captive he actually somehow becomes friend with Bowser and make him stop doing his conquering and all.

Is this very unlikely to happen? It is, for sure.

But I have to admit it would make such a nice twist.

The prophecy (there's gonna be a prophecy for sure) might say "A mustached human is destined to stop you" and that would be a nice way to interpret it

[sand-tower]

Go little guy go !!!

[stampsthemeow]

She get her hair brushed :3

[swk-mac]

Wukong and Ao Lie

[the-stardom]

They bonding :D

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This thing lives in my head rent free, and now I'm kicking it out of my head ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

[jazzyrazzy157]

For all the Nurse Jumbo stans, this one for you 👍

[trashiequeen]

Conor and Jordan 🥹

[mahgck]

you have to outlive donald trump

[emilnikos]

love it when my friends say "you would do numbers on Tumblr" buddy I am on Tumblr. and the number is 3

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[1-jar-of-stars]

On Friendship.