#yes I used the radioapple tag

[gh0stlysage]

VERY rough sketch based on this image :D

Not a radioapple shipper personally so this isn't really meant to be ship art, more like "haha I'm gonna be a bitch now" kinda thing yk? But if people wanna make this a ship thing then to each their own :P

[speakofthedebbie]

some inspiring words from my newest radioapple draft

[pep-rambles]

Lucifer is a Swiftie headcanons because I kin this man so much I am projecting my other hyperfixations on him

But also I mean c'mon,

Look at him

yes there is RadioApple in this

-It probably started from Charlie. When she was in high school (post emo phase obviously) she may have enjoyed Taylor Swift (maybe Fearless got her through her senior year because I can't stop projecting) Lucifer started listening to try and have something to bond with his daughter about. But about the time Charlie kind of lost interest is about the time Lucifer doubled down on his obsession.

-He has been to basically almost every Eras concert, usually in really good seats because many a swiftie has offered to sell their soul for tickets. He said keep your soul just let him tag along.

-He is definitely an Evermore stan mostly because of relating too hard to the divorce narrative of it.

-Speaking of, Charlie has threatened to lock him out of his Spotify after catching him on the floor crying to “Champaign Problems” on repeat too many times. She never would but most definitely tried to ban him from listening to it for a month.

-She then caught him crying to “You’re Loosing Me”

-Angel Dust is most definitely  Beyhive (killer bee probably) and though initially joking that they are rivals the two men bond over their love for the two queens of pop, recommending songs and videos to each other.

-Angel is a Reputation Stan though 

-After one of Lucifer’s many tiffs with Alastor,  Charlie is expressing her frustration asking her dad why can’t they just get along and Lucifer explains that he doesn’t trust Alastor because “I think his ever-present grin is a little troubling” and is a little upset when she doesn’t get it 

-One day, Luci is sitting in the Lobby doing his work while listening to Taylor on shuffle. He’s casually minding his own business jamming out to one of her poppier love songs and Alastor wanders in commenting on the “Obnoxious trite little diddy” Lucifer doesn't even hesitate to take the bait

L: HOW DARE YOU! SHE IS A TALENTED GODDESS!! A DOWNRIGHT MUSICAL CHAMELEON! You are such a snob Alastor! Good music didn't stop getting made after your tiny little lifetime.

A: I never said it did but it's certainly not this frivolous noise!

L: Oh, you uninformed uncultured cur! She is a fucking poet!

He then proceeds to play examples for Alastor of her most creative and heart wrenching lyrics (he absolutely makes Al sit through all 10 minutes and 13 seconds of ATW) 

After all that though Lucifer will never get Alastor to admit that he finds T.S. musically talented (or that Lucifer did in fact catch Al tapping his foot a couple times)

        -Alastor does come to Lucifer, after a bit of research, admitting that though he does not find her music enjoyable, he respects her business cunning. Luci figures that's good enough. For now. 

-because I bet my non-existent Eras tour tickets that Lilith was a hater. I’ll leave it at that.

-OP works at Barnes & Noble and let me tell you there are about 80 different Taylor Swift magazines that even my swiftie ass thinks is excessive but Lucifer has every single one

-including the Taylor Swift paper dolls magazine (yes this is a real thing). He probably gets a few because he convinces Charlie to use them as a team building activity.

-He has at least 3 copies of each of the covers for the 2023 TIME Person of the Year magazine. 

-Also all cardigans. On a casual day he definitely lounges in them and has a set rotation of when to wear each one (and I am totally not gonna draw that nope)

-Well, it seems Lucifer is no longer crying to the depressing break-up songs on repeat but now he seems to be angrily listening to “Gorgeous” on repeat. Charlie asks him about it and he goes full denial mode “No no Charlie I'm not thinking of anyone specific, I've just been really into this song lately.” Everyone else in the hotel, besides Alastor, has already figured out what's going on

Alastor: If I have to hear that obnoxious noise one more time I will reduce that tiny maniac’s room to rubble as well as the abode of whatever sad sack is making him play it.

Angel: *knowing smirk* I'm gonna hold ya to that one, Antlers. 

-Al may very well hear it one more time if Lucifer uses it as his confession song (I don't fully commit to this headcanon, I just think it's funny) 

-Anyway boy’s probably in his Reputation stan Era b/c LWYMMD is like his long overdue big F-YOU to Heaven song 

btw this is NOT gonna end at these headcanons I am running with this idea like scissors.

@nunalastor

@julsiemagne

@nose-nippin-fun (I know you're not a swiftie but we talked about this so idk if you care I can un-tag you if you want)

[oberveroftheinfinite]

My pie saga continues!!! Except this time I added radioapple because I am in desperate need of assistance. Also because I think it would be cute to have the two of them bake together (even though Al doesn’t like sweets).

And yes… I calculated… with the batch of cherry filling I made yesterday, I need to make about 140 hand pies in order to use it all up.

May the lord have mercy on my soul…

(Tags that hopefully work below).

[prince-liest]

👀👀👀 I'm looking at the tags on your last post and do I see a suggestion of Dom!Lucifer radioapple??? I don't ever think I read a dom!Lucifer fic (because the fandom immediately clocked Lucifer as the sub he is), so I say I'm extremely intrigued!!

Also, wow does Alastor have a talent for getting the Most Pathetic Guys Ever (Lucifer and Vox) to dom him. Like, it's a skill at this point lol.

Anyway, I look forward to your writing!!

CONGRATS, YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD: I actually have thoughts about this!

I firmly believe that Lucifer is The Sub Of All Time in literally any other context, but I also think that Alastor very deliberately and skillfully hit just the right buttons in canon that Lucifer cannot back down in front of this asshole. If I transpose that into a bedroom dynamic, then... (un)fortunately for Alastor, he is punching out of his weight class.

It's a massively different dynamic in my head than radiostatic because the key balance of radiostatic is that it's a perpetual bit of careful give-and-take to balance their mutual ego-obsessions and for Alastor to not feel like he's taken psychic damage to his pride and thus needing to remind Vox (either by being verbally mean or by taking a physical stance) that Vox doesn't really have control in the situation. (Which is also why I get a little giggle when people comment on the hypnokink fic with something like, "What if Vox did [thing Alastor would not be okay with]? Wouldn't that be fucked?!" because... yes, but also, he wouldn't survive the night and he knows that.) (Also the hypnokink fic is somehow not the one where they work out trust issues. That's the NEXT one.)

Anyway, in contrast, radioapple has the dynamic of Lucifer being the one person in hell who there is no way I can imagine Alastor could match up against even at full power... which, yes, means that Lucifer can swat him down if he gets tetchy, but also kinda spares Alastor's pride at the same time! He can snap his teeth about it for some performative ego-maintenance, but it's like getting mad that you can't literally fistfight the sun. It just doesn't make sense. Nobody would ever expect that to be a reasonable match up. Alastor's narcissism doesn't get prodded by Lucifer the same way that it would if Vox tried something.

... Also, I think it'd be really funny if radioapple was just sub on sub violence. Lucifer knows what gets him going and he's going to inflict that on Alastor with great prejudice. Meanwhile his internal dialogue is nonstop references to back when his wife used to fuck him up just like this.

[macabr3-barbi3]

Quackpot (RadioApple- Ducky Ball Gag)

OH MY GOD this has been such a wild ride! I'm so excited to have been a part of this and gotten to collaborate with such talented and amazing people- please go look at everything else we've done over the course of Kinktober on our beautiful Masterlist by the lovely @synamartia. Another living shoutout to the wives @fraugwinska (who has made me one more stunning banner) @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @su

With no further delay, for a Happy Halloween- the ducky ball gag fic!

Summary: Lucifer makes a bet with Alastor, who doesn't think to question the verbiage. Tags: questionable bets, rimming

“I don’t know why you insist on using those portals of yours,” Alastor tells him one night, sat at the bar for a drink. Husk had already retired for the evening, Angel Dust was nowhere to be seen, and Charlie and Vaggie were out for a date, the first in a while with the craziness that had been the Hotel for some time now. Alastor had assured the princess that he would look over the place, and it had been quiet enough that he found himself agreeing to Lucifer’s offer to join him for a drink. They didn’t often meet in public spaces alone together, just in case- they opted to keep their burgeoning relationship to the confines of their respective suites, having not decided that it was time yet to alert everyone to their changing feelings.

No one would have thought that something akin to romance had blossomed between them- least of all Lucifer. But they were here now, their evenings spent together between either set of their sheets whether the activities were carnal or not. Sometimes he just laid there with his head on Alastor’s chest and ran his fingers through the soft fur that coated the demon’s body, glad for the moments between them that were soft and quiet; not a king and a sinner, but two people appreciating one another’s company.

Other times, like now, Alastor insisted on pushing his buttons even when there was nothing to be gained from it. “What do you mean?” He asks, though he knows the conversation is bound to become one of Alastor trying to one-up him in some way. That, at least, had never changed as they grew closer.

Alastor waves a hand dismissively. “They’re so slow,” he says, his cheeks tinted with the effects of the alcohol and his speech absent of the staticky filter that he usually adorned. “Why, with powers such as yours one would think that you could simply teleport- travel via shadows, the likes. But you insist on the portals that take time to open before you can even step through.”

Lucifer rests his head in his hand and watches Alastor with a soft smile on his face. “I happen to like the portals,” he says, and Alastor waves him down again.

“Yes, but sometimes efficiency is more important than preference, yes?” He gives Lucifer a knowing smile. “I’d go so far as to wager on my shadows being able to get me to the bedroom before you!”

Lucifer pauses at the wording- Alastor knew better than anyone that phrasing is key when making any sort of deal, and a bet fell into those rules as well. “I’m game,” he says carefully, and Alastor’s ears perk up. “What are your terms?”

“Oh, I was merely poking fun,” he says, trailing a finger down Lucifer’s arm. “But if you’d really like to test it, I’ll indulge you, darling. You’re welcome to think of a prize for the ‘winner’ if you’d like.”

Lucifer grins, and with a flourish of his hands he presents something that he had been working on in secret- a rubber duck with thick black straps that came off the sides, meant to be affixed to one’s head to hold their mouth open. It had really been a joke item, created on a whim from a teasing inquiry from Angel Dust about whether a rubber duck could be a suitable ball gag in a pinch. Alastor had been busy with Overlord business, and Lucifer…

Well, Lucifer had a lot of free time on his hands when Alastor wasn’t available.

Alastor’s eyes narrow when Lucifer shows off the rounded end that went into one’s mouth. “First one to your bedroom wins,” he says, holding his other hand out to shake, “and the loser has to wear this for… oh, let’s say at least an hour.”

He can see the gears turn in Alastor’s head- not evening considering the possibility of his loss, most likely, and instead picturing Lucifer with the thing in his mouth, petulant and cross and unable to speak for an hour. He knew it was enticing, the idea of shutting him up with one of his own inventions.

The angel himself hadn’t initially had any plans on using it with his lover, but Alastor did love to run his mouth. And he knew the blush of humiliation that would grace his face the whole time would be stunning.

Lucifer resists the urge to cheer when Alastor takes his hand and shakes it with no questioning or edits of the words he had spoken. “Very well, my dear- I suppose I shall see you in a moment.” His grin is wicked, self assured as he fades into the murky shadows beneath him and vanishes.

Once he’s gone, Lucifer allows himself a single loud whoop! of excitement before he stands and steps-

Straight into Alastor’s bedroom, reality merely conforming around him to put him where he needs to be, which is just close enough to Alastor’s bed to take a seat. The surge of satisfaction he feels when Alastor slips under the door with the shadows- mere seconds after having been in the bar- is immeasurable, and only grows when he spots Lucifer lounging on the edge of his mattress.

“Impossible,” he says, and Lucifer definitely doesn’t chuckle at the look on his face at being bested. “You- where is the portal?” He demands as he stalks closer, and Lucifer runs his hands calmingly down the sinner’s arms.

“I didn’t use the portal- that wasn’t part of the deal.” He grins when Alastor’s jaw drops, realizing he’d been had. “I prefer the portals, but I have faster ways to travel- they mess up my hair,” he adds with a wink, using a hand to slick back a stray hair that had escaped his neat quaff.

“You cheated,” Alastor huffs, but Lucifer can tell by the blush that graces his cheeks that he knows the bet is done- and Alastor had lost. “Clearly the implication was that you would use the portals.” 

“You of all people know how important the wording of a deal is- that you didn’t think to correct it is on you.” He takes Alastor’s hand in his, tracing his fingers over the palm before releasing him and presenting the ducky gag, straps held aloft for Alastor to see. “Let’s get that timer started, shall we?”

To his credit, Alastor offers no resistance. He sits on the bed and opens his mouth wide, allowing Lucifer to insert the rounded end to his mouth and affix the straps around his head, carding his blackened fingers through the soft red strands as he does so. He makes sure it’s tight, and magics a timer to hover beside them- when Alastor tries to scoff out a noise, the duck wheezes out a loud squeak!

The effect is immediate: Alastor’s face goes as red as his hair, eyebrows creased in delightful embarrassment that Lucifer decides right away that he wants to keep right where it was. He had forgotten about the noises it made, but now he had the potential to make this particular win so much more entertaining. A jackpot for both of them.

“How embarrassing! You’d think a fawn would bleat but this is even better- the big, bad Radio Demon; all squeaky and cute,” he says delightedly, and Alastor’s glare is red hot and burning. He turns to straddle Alastor’s thighs, arms resting casually atop his shoulders and letting a cocky smirk take over his features. “I wonder what else I could do to get this guy to make a little noise,” he says coyly, tapping lightly at the beak of the duck.

Alastor rolls his eyes, and Lucifer takes it as a challenge; he tangles his fingers into Alastor’s hair and grinds his hips down in the same motion, resulting in a lovely quack from the duck when Alastor bites down in an attempt to stifle the sound. He also feels the beginning of Alastor’s sizable erection growing beneath him, hot and hard already from the minor stimulation Lucifer had provided. Alastor’s eyes narrow at Lucifer’s actions, his antlers thickening atop his head at the challenge that’s being presented.

Lucifer coaxes him to lay on his back, pressing soft kisses to his skin as the king slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting his long and agile tongue squirm along the line of the scar Adam had left on his dear. He was rewarded every now and then with a poorly repressed squeak from the duck, and Alastor’s blush spread down his neck and chest with every one. Lucifer dismounted the Sinner’s lap to remove his trousers, curling a hand over his swollen cock and giving him a couple firm strokes.

SQUEEEEEEEEEAK

The noise the duck makes rises in pitch at the end, and Alastor’s hands fly up from being twisted in the sheets to cover his face, the duck peeking out underneath like it was mocking him. His ears were flat against his head, limbs trembling when Lucifer leaned down and licked a stripe along the turgid flesh in his hands.

“Come on, Bambi,” Lucifer coos, and Alastor parts his fingers enough to shoot him a glare- one that held such frustrated humiliation and a promise of revenge that he felt his own cock harden, still trapped in his slacks. He runs his fingers in broad, curious strokes over Alastor’s lightly furred thighs, muscular and thick.“What do you say we make another bet, huh? You last until the timer goes off and you can pick the prize- anything you want.” He sees Alastor’s crimson gaze dart to the hovering timer, which Lucifer turns so he can see the remaining forty-some odd minutes counting down. An eyebrow quirks alongside an inquisitive quack from the duck, and Lucifer smiles fondly at the question he knows Alastor is asking. “If I win? We get to use this again.” He reaches up and delicately traces the straps of the gag with his fingers, feeling the heat of Alastor’s face under his touch- his cock twitches pressed into the fabric of Lucifer’s pants. “Deal?”

Alastor rolls his eyes but nods, taking his hands from his face to reach for the buttons of the King’s shirt; his eyebrows crease when Lucifer leans away, trailing his fingers back down Alastor’s body, digging into the flesh of his thighs before slipping underneath them and pushing.

The Overlord sits up on his elbows, a series of noises escaping the duck as he does. “This okay?” Lucifer asks sweetly, one arm braced on the backs of Alastor’s thighs to expose his ass, his cute tail whipping back and forth across the covers, and the force of his groan is so strong that Lucifer can feel it vibrate down his whole body. He doesn’t protest or try to move away though, waving his hand in a ‘get on with it’ motion, and Lucifer tries not to let his excitement be too obvious as he leans in and swipes his tongue across the clenched muscle laid bare before him.

They didn’t do this often, even though they both enjoyed it immensely. Alastor would get too into his head about the way he sounded, often muffling himself into a pillow or biting his arm to suppress it, despite Lucifer telling him in no uncertain terms that he thought the noises Alastor made were the sexiest things he had heard in his existence. 

It seemed with the ducky gag in place, he had no such reservations. As Lucifer worked the dark bud until he could push his tongue inside, all he could hear from the deer was a series of soft squeaks, drawn out squeals of the rubber noise maker inside the gag, the occasional loud QUACK when he bit down hard as Lucifer brought a hand up to stroke his cock in an attempt to secure his victory.

He knows all the tells of Alastor’s body, and he brings him right to the brink twice fucking him on his tongue, easing off the first time and chuckling into the plush skin of Alastor’s cheeks when his hands are forcibly removed the second time before he can reach the edge. He eats Alastor out with vigor, thrusting his tongue hard into the hole that has softened for him, pliant and eagerly clenching around him. Alastor’s fingers are tangled messily into his hair, pulling at the golden strands as he fights back the rush of pleasure. Lucifer ruts his own cock into the bed, erection straining and leaking against his pants. He has no idea how much time has passed as he moans into Alastor, who squeaks through the duck in return.

He can feel the tremble in Alastor’s thighs as he approaches his release when the timer rings above him, the clinking of metal loud in the room as the ducky gag magically unfastens, a noise from the duck trailing off into one of Alastor’s rough, gravelly groans. He twists his fingers hard in Lucifer’s hair, dragging him away from his ass and back onto the bed.

“It would seem the victory is mine this time,” he says, his voice wrecked from the noises he had been making behind the gag. He presses his hips insistently into Lucifer’s, who snaps his fingers to remove his clothing and prepare himself in one magical motion. He feels the hot head of Alastor’s cock against him, teeth nipping dangerously at his ear. “And naturally, dearest, I intend to collect my prize immediately.” 

[autisticalastor]

do you feel us falling ('cause i feel us falling)

Pairing: Lucifer/Alastor

Rating: G

Tags: Established Relationship, First Kiss, Demiromantic Ace Alastor, Autistic Alastor (it shows), they have the "omg what are we?" talk <3, bonus: Platonic Radiodust!

A/N: This is part 3 of my Radioapple series, The Taming of the Deer and the Devil! If you've not yet read the other 2 parts, highly recommend doing that first! Anyways, I've been working on this one off and on for months between other fics, and it kinda shows... Hope you enjoy anyways! Title is from Goodnight Moon by Go Radio!

It happens in bed. Alastor is snuggling himself into Lucifer's feathers, waiting for Lucifer to pull him close and cling to him like he's a stuffed animal. But he doesn’t. He keeps a bit of distance, which can only mean one thing: They're about to have a Talk. Probably some inane question Lucifer's worked himself into thinking is the Most Important Thing Ever again, but the waiting is cutting into Alastor's “being warm and comfortable” time, and that just won't do. He cracks an eye open, giving Lucifer a look that seems to say get on with it already.

“So I, uh, I wanted to ask if… Well, maybe you wanted to… Come over for dinner this week? Uh, at— at my place, obviously.” Lucifer’s expression is hopeful, as if he still has some doubt as to whether Alastor will say yes. As if I’ve said no yet.

“You always sound so nervous when you ask me questions; why is that?” Alastor replies, giving him a bemused look.

“You make me nervous! That’s not the point— Will you come over and let me make you dinner or not?”

In truth, the idea of going over to Lucifer’s manor makes Alastor nervous. Charlie lives here at the hotel. The manor doesn’t have any staff. It would be just the two of them, with no one anywhere nearby to ease the potential awkwardness.

And really, he shouldn’t feel awkward about it. They sleep in the same bed most every night; what’s there to be so worried about? But it just feels different, the knowledge other people stay at the hotel as well making him feel like they were never truly alone together. He really isn’t sure he can handle the idea of there being nothing but the two of them. Together. As if things were perhaps getting serious between them.

Now that… That makes him nervous. His heart is skipping beats at even the thought of it. Which he supposes means he and Lucifer are in the same boat.

“All right,” Alastor finally answers. “But if you poison me, we’re done.”

Lucifer smiles at him, that warm, bright smile Alastor’s certain actually does give off some light of its own. “I’ll take those odds.”

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[vii-doodles]

ATTENTION DEAR STATICAPPLE SHIPPERS!

I made a Date Free Version of the StaticApple Week!

Why? : Yes i saw your tags, comments and messages about the original date of this week and the distress going around since it was the same week as Radioapple week. Hell even I cant speed run that week right in time but since i didnt start all of this, i didnt dare to change the date! HOWEVER things have changed! Kris has changed the date to a week prior the original one (27th May to 2nd). Its nice that it doesnt corrolate with RadioApple week anymore but since its earlier now theres no chance in hell i can post in that week. Therefore I made this no pressure, free to use version of the Banner so as many people can easily join in whenever they feel like it! I hope this resonates with the most of you and i hope this reaches as many as possible so pls do share this around!

I will stretch my posts for the week over the span of two weeks , starting with the 3rd of June and then every second day and the main tag i will be using is #StaticAppleWeek <3

xoxo Vii <3

[dreamwreaver]

god I feel bad for that charlastor artist on Twitter. To have your work that you put a lot of love and effort on, only to be horribly stolen, traced and tagged with the very ship your antis keep harassing you with. Why are a lot of radioapple shippers like this?? They literally have hundreds of amazing artworks and fics across the internet but they go out of their way to be an utter asshole to people minding their own business.

This lead me to hating the ship. If I ever see a glimpse of Lucifer x Alastor, I'm scrolling and ignoring IMMEDIATELY. No hate to the other decent shippers of them, I just can't stand to see a crackship that has caused so much pain for so many of us Charlastor fans.

I mean, that's basically it nonnie. I don't have visceral negative reactions to ships I don't care for. I'm apathetic by and large. I block the tags and move on with my life. But, there's just the behavior of some shippers... it's been terrible. To the point where I cannot honestly see anything having to do with them without wanting to go on a rant. The main difference? I do that shit in a discord and DONT TAG THE SHIP IM HATING ON. But the behavior of most ra's makes me brace for impact just about everywhere. That ugly ass hoodie being released led to like a two hour vent session with friends. Their propensity to make everything about their ship? Makes me want to scream. The way they play the victim when they're the source of most of the bullying? I want to tear my hair out. And here's the thing; they eat their own the moment they fall out of line. Thankfully Bluesky has people who aren't garbage humans so any ship bullying gets shut down real fucking quick regardless of shipping preferences (the nice ra shippers are on there I will say that) but I saw it happen in real time. An artist known for drawing ra (and has since come out as a multishipper) was commissioned to draw charlastor, did a fabulous piece, and was harassed with two comments so vile they took the piece down. You know who was in the replies calling out the assholes? Ra's AND charlastors, and not a single one of them was fighting with the other.

So, I'll give credit where it's due. There ARE some nice people who have that ship and I respect them. It just depends on where you're finding them. But that toxic and vocal minority? Yeah, may they always step on legos in bare feet. And I will say this; hazbin antis are perhaps some of the most boring antis I've ever experienced in my life. They have normie who discovered fandom because of the pandemic and are appropriating weirdo culture written all over them.

Do you have any idea how many tiktoks I saw where people were cringing because the hazbin soundtrack was in their wrapped as one of their top albums? That's normie behavior. I do not feel cringe, I do not feel shame. I like what I like even if it disappoints me in the end (looking at you miraculous, please Jeremy zag release another movie and piss off the creator when the fandom likes it better). I don't regret liking anything I've ever liked. These people? Nah. And even their insults are like the basic white girl of fandom toxicity. Telling me to kys in one of five ways? I'm a pedo? A homophobe? I shouldn't exist? Boring. I had a Beetlejuice anti once threaten to turn my kneecaps into dice. You know what? I don't like you as a person but I at least respect the creativity. I definitely never heard that before.

And when you don't have any creativity, you tend to steal from the ones who do. Now the ra's are stealing lucillith art and doing it badly to boot. Normally I'm not one to critique art technique. Art is hard and people are always learning, but for the love of god if you're gonna steal someone's art don't add insult to injury by making the drawing ugly as fuck and somehow anatomically fucked. Yes I'm thinking of a specific example, no I won't share it mainly because tumblr says no sex based fun allowed. But I suppose that's what happens when you treat your ship and fandom experience as "content" rather than something you enjoy for fun. And hey, maybe it's my imposter syndrome talking but I still feel a little weird when people say they're fans of my work and seem to think of me as like... a big name fan or whatever. I'm just me, I create because I love my blorbos and if that attracts fans then it's a bonus, but not necessary.

Speaking of which; let me take a moment and say how grateful I am, not just to you Nonnie, but anyone who follows my nonsense on any of my socials. I'm not great with replies but just know I treasure the interactions we have no matter how small.

[the-mystical-phoenix]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Ooooooo I love this style, let's get to answering shall we!

Self, Job/Work: Meh, usually fine about most stuff, but I'm iffy about locations, politics, and other similar categories. Nsfw stuff is alright I guess, if possible try to keep it to a minimum

Main fandoms and ships that come with them:

The Hobbit

Romantic

Bagginshield/Thilbo/Oakensting (Bilbo/Thorin)

Kiliel (Kili/Tauriel)

Platonic

Bilbo & Any of the Company, Bilbo & Thranduil, Dwalin and Balin, Fili and Kili, Dis and Thorin, etc.

Hazbin Hotel

Romantic

Chaggie (Charlie/Vaggie)

Huskerdust (Husker/Angel Dust)

CherriSnake (Cherri Bomb/Sir Pentious)

Zestmilla (Zestial/Carmilla Carmine)

Lucilith (Lucifer/Lilith)

Don't actively ship but aren't opposed to: RadioApple (Lucifer/Alastor), RadioRose (Alastor/Rosie), RadioDust (Alastor/Angel Dust)

Platonic

Pretty much good on everything but have a certain fondness for Lucifer & Husk, Lucifer & Alastor, and Angel Dust & Cherri

DSMP (on and off, mostly off now it's over)

Open to other fandoms/ships

OC's: Many, but would most likely never post on here

Art/Drawing: I mostly draw traditional, but have been trying digital, and am at the very least willing to try drawing any requests

Writing: I love writing and write for any of the ships listed above, as well as others (maybe, it depends)

I might write requests, don't be scared to share, will write nsfw to an extent but if you wish for that you will get a list of yes's/no's about what I will and will not write

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Love. Them. They give me smth to focus on, and even if it's not smth I would usually write/entertain on my own, I like to hear them

Pets: An 8-ish yearold void kitty named Tara, last of the original litter we had; a 14/15-ish year old beagle/malamute mix named Butterball, recently passed over the rainbow bridge 🐕🪽🌈

Hobbies: Mainly writing, occasional drawing, love D&D

Tags: Stuff like the ships mentioned (art/story/hc/etc.), writing critiques

Thank you very much for this ask, it gave me something to do and helped clear things up :)

[casual-hazbin-fan]

Not taking sides because at this point it's a one sided fight on y'all and your psys side.

They made a mistake. They said sorry and brought up death threats they got, never said "it's them! They did it!", an anon did.

With the alter thing, alter has a few meanings. Yes it works for OSDID but people say alter and mean alternative like with the niche of being alt, alter egos like with superheros. Alter stands for more than just systems (and before you come after me, I'm part of a system and studying psychology currently)

This situation is over except for the fact y'all keep dragging it up, mistakes happen, they apologized, move on

They gave a backhanded, insincere apology that was riddled with DARVO. I refuse to accept that, and considering they're more than willing to continue to misrepresent Alastor and I with continued gossip out of the public eye is quite gross.

As a HC-DID system with an interest in psychology, alter is still a medical term. There's a reason the term "Alter Ego" is a thing. There's "Alt/Alternative fashion", there's "Alternate" too. Alter has not been used in place of Alter Ego, Alternative Fashion has never been called Alter Fashion. Alter has been short for "Alternate State of Consciousness" "Alternate Personality" etc. Unless Jamie was using "alter" as "I'm going to alter this", I don't see how they see "30s-radio-alter" (regardless of whether that was copy/pasted, he had to READ it), and had he opened the blog, he would have seen he was a fictive. And again, it was pointed out twice and they RESPONDED to two instances and IGNORED it. Instead of a basic search of what "fictive" meant.

It's my duty as an abuse survivor, and a RAMCOA survivor at that, to point out abusive tactics that they keep lying about. I'll let the situation die when Alastor and I get an actual apology that's not riddled with DARVO Tactics, as well as they stop talking about it with their friends and asks.

And I don't want a copy/paste of what I wrote.

I also want them to fucking acknowledge that it's highly unlikely that it's any of our followers doing this shit, and is more likely the large RadioApple shipper they tagged AFTER they tagged Alastor, who's post they used now has nearing 2k notes. Because otherwise, it looks like they gained the attention from the bigger blog and used it as an excuse to punch down on a severely oppressed minority.

I highly doubt the demon that literally had a conversation about eating BUGS with my trauma-holder is someone that's rallying a group of people to send death threats.

[ekat-fandom-blog]

@radioapple-reblogs @micromys

I see both of your points, and while yes that could be why some people do it, especially if they put the ship name in the tags, that doesn't explain why I've seen people black out the word in screenshots or *** the ship name in the post or comments. The tags are what comes up in the search and gets pushed through the algorithm, not the contents of the actual post and especially not the comments.

What is the point of blacking out the ship name in a screenshot? Or putting *** on a post with no tags so the chances of anyone seeing that post at all are slim to none (because no tags means less people can find it unless people that follow you happen upon it and share it with their followers)? Why in the world would you *** out a ship name (or any word unless it was a legit slur in which case why use the word in the first place) in the comments?

So, unless tumblr staff updated the algorithm to work more like tiktok's (which, as far as i understood, would cause tumblr to work worse???) there doesn't seem to be much reason for people to *** it out unless it's in the tags.

The post that inspired this one screenshot an ask, blocked out the ship name(only the middle part), and only replied "no". I don't think that a polite ask on whether they'd draw the ship or not and them answering would warrant that extreme of a reaction just to avoid offending shippers or the algorithm thinking they ship it.

I just found out that some people are treating ship names like they're slurs. (especially radioapple) Wtf is up guys? Did I miss something? Why are people blacking it out or *** it up (example: r*******le)?

[autisticalastor]

heart to heart, melt me down

Pairing: Lucifer/Alastor

Rating: G

Tags: Fluff, Bedsharing, Demiromantic Ace Alastor, Lucifer has insomnia BAD

A/N: I'm so glad I could get this out in time for day 6 of Radioapple Week! Title comes from Firefly by Ed Sheeran! Also, there's an Easter egg in here somewhere for Supernatural fans! 🤭 End notes will have all the songs used in this fic as well; they're from my personal jazz recommendations!

Fic Tag List: @helluva-simper @i-hid-lucifers-ducks

It comes as Alastor is getting ready for bed: a rather sharp knock at his hotel room door. With the day he’s had — fighting off more of Valentino’s goons sent after Angel Dust (what destructive creatures they were, too), then having to rebuild most of the hotel himself — of course it stands to reason he wouldn’t be able to get any rest now.

He doesn't actually make it to the door before it’s being flung open, however, by none other than the King of Hell himself. Entitled asshole.

“What are you doing in my tower at this hour?” Alastor asks, ears pinning back as if he's preparing for a fight.

“You destroyed my tower in your little scuffle today, and didn't even bother fixing it up when you did the rest of the hotel you broke,” Lucifer replies as he enters Alastor's room, slamming the door behind him. He winces at the sound, though, as if it was unintentional.

“I'm aware.”

“Well, now I'm yours until it's fixed.” Alastor makes a sour face at that, and Lucifer quickly amends his statement. “That, uh. That didn't come out how I meant it. I just mean I'm your problem now.”

“Ha ha! No.”

“No?”

“No. You are a problem, yes, but you are not my problem. You will not be staying with me when you've very well demonstrated you can just use your angelic power—” Alastor makes quotation marks with his claws here, mostly just to get on Lucifer's nerves a bit — “to fix everything right up in a matter of seconds.”

“Doing something big like that requires a lot of energy, and I've been a pretty busy guy lately, so it's energy I don't really have tonight. So unless you wanna put your shadow-demon-things to work right now, you're stuck with me.”

“I most certainly will not be doing that, especially this late.”

“Then it's settled!” Lucifer grins mischievously and jumps onto Alastor's bed, bouncing a bit from the force.

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