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theroachking2930 · 2 days

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Alastor: What should I do? Vox: *holds out hand* May I suggest dinner with a friend? Alastor: Well, none of my friends are available, so I guess I'll have to go with you.

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sugoi-writes · 4 hours

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Alastor with a reader who tries on his suit jacket and mimics him in a mirror ( I feel like this nut has a closet filled with the same clothes) and gets caught by him? I’d have to shoot myself if this happened to me but I want to feel the embarrassment radiating off the reader. (He finds it cute tho—phew!)

🍻D runk Danny Asks 🍻

Ahah, same warnings as before!

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You poised in the mirror with your hands on your hips: Superwoman style. You heard that this was a pose that could actually boost confidence if you repeated this action daily... some sort of positive-reinforcement via brain chemistry. But, your train of thought was cut off as you did a giddy little twirl.

You fanned out the longer coat tails of Alastor's coat, marveling the split that made room for his fluffy tail. You squirmed at the thought of seeing it wag, but you controlled yourself. You grabbed a hair brush off of Alastor's nightstand, posing like you had a microphone to your lips.

"Salutations~ Good to be back on the air!" You attempted in your best transatlantic accent. You snorted, fanning your face as you shrunk in on yourself," Hells, that was bad!"

You pretended to lean on your imaginary cane, a hand to your chest as you belted out," Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart, QUITE the pleasure! Have you heard of my podcast~?"

"As a matter of fact, I have~" You froze as a slow clap came from the doorway, a shit eating grin on the Radio Demon's face," Dare I say, I'm a huge fan of yours~" He perfectly mimicked your voice, a slight static over the intonation of your cadence. You squeaked as Alastor strode towards you, eyes filled with a prideful glee.

"Dear, if you really wanted to impersonate me... you should really do something about this posture!" Back to his normal tone, you nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands grabbed your hips. He angled them back slightly as he kissed the crown of your head. His hands slid up your body, making you gasp and writhe between them and their wake. He took hold of your wrists, hands loose but firm in their grip. The both of you looked into the mirror, your face warm at the sight of Alastor towering over you.

"Much better, dear... much better~" he practically purred in your ear, your breath becoming a distant thought. You had effectively forgot how to breathe. And Alastor would have been content with the teasing... if your hips didn't meet his own.

"I wonder... how do you sound when you moan my name...?"

You gasp as Alastor ground against your ass, a shocked mewl escaping you.

"Let's find out~"

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kame-artist · 20 hours

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I drew the memey Shitty Kitty

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fanart #helluverse #hellaverse #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor radio demon #cursed cat alastor #cursed cat #meme #cat #kitty #i finally drew him #i know im late but i do love this shitty meme kitty

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acatnamedkitten · 3 days

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Too Many Beds-RadioHusk

Drabble(700w)-Reverse trope writing prompts

They took shelter in a mattress store. This year's extermination had come earlier in the day than normal and caught the pair out and about.

Because, of course, Alastor had waited until the last fucking second to decide he needed a new cable for his transmitting board.

"Of course, it can't wait, Husker. What if the shop is destroyed? What if the owners are killed? What if those lousy picture boxes start reporting the damages before I do?"

And Satan forbid he go by himself.

Husk sighed and flopped down on a mattress. The owners must have gone out of town for the extermination, but at least they'd boarded up the shop beforehand.

With the lights off and the incredibly soft bed, Husk figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. It wasn't like Alastor could get them out of there.

Using his magic now would only alert the Angels to their presence. So, Alastor laid down a few mattresses away, meditating to lower his magical expenditure.

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At some point, there was an almighty crash just outside the shop. Husk startled awake, just barely managing to stifle his yowl of alarm.

With his heart trying to beat out of his chest, Husk sat frozen, waiting for something else to happen. But nothing ever did. There wasn't even the sound of fighting out on the street.

Sighing, Husk got up in search of a bathroom. By the time he'd stumbled back to the sales floor, he was already half asleep again. Eyes closed, he shuffled over to where he'd been laying. Not really caring if it was the same bed or not, Husk flopped down and promptly fell back asleep.

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"Husker"

"~Husker~"

Husk grumbled. Laying on his stomach, wings spread, he wrapped his arms further underneath his pillow and nuzzled into it. He was too cozy for whatever it was Alastor wanted.

"Husker, wake ~uuup~"

Husk flexed and shifted, gripping his pillow tighter, lest Alastor pull it away like he so often did. "No."

Even with his face all but hidden, Alastor still managed to boop his nose. "Yes!"

"Don't wanna," He mumbled, turning his face the other way.

His bed was so soft, and his wings felt so nice all spread out, and he was all warm and cozy, and his pillow smelled so good. It was like coffee and rain and old pennies and...

Husk froze.

Alastor.

His pillow smelled like Alastor.

Alastor was laying on the bed with him, one leg on either side of Husk's torso.

He had his head on Alastor's stomach; his arms were around Alastor's waist.

He was using Alastor as a pillow.

HOW???

He'd been a few mattresses away when... he'd...

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands found his ears. Husk, taunt as a bow string and ready to fly, flinched at the initial contact.

But Alastor didn't pull his ears. Or flick them. Or pinch them. Or any of the other things he usually did to piss Husk off.

No. This time... This time his clawed fingertips were gentle. They scratched around the base of his ears, trailing back and forth.

"Now, now. No need to get all riled up. You were just having a dream is all, and I know how much you hate those."

Alastor trailed scritches down between Husk's eyes, then up and over to the base of his skull. Despite how tense he was, Husk couldn't help but melt under the gentle ministrations.

Before he could think about it, Husk found himself letting out a content sigh and leaning into Alastor's touch.

Objectively, Husk knew that Alastor was capable of softness and affection. He saw the demon interact with Rosie and Niffty, after all. But never before had Husk been on the receiving end of Alastor's gentler touches.

"That's it. Just relax."

With the sense of imminent danger gone, Husk's fatigue came back in full force.

Fuck it. He thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? At least he isn't biting my head off for laying on him.

If Alastor randomly waking him up—claiming Husk was dreaming—was payback for falling asleep on the guy, Husk could live with that. He did make a really good pillow, after all.

But Husk didn't dream. He hadn't dreamed since before the war; he only ever had—

...Had...

...Had Alastor woken him up from a nightmare?

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kame-writes · 3 days

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Random Media overlord facts:

Before Voxtech became the big brand name, the company was known as 'Audio-Visual entertainment', that name is now retired and not many people even remember it. Alastor still owns things with that brand because he doesn't update equipment unless it's necessary

Alastor attends overlord Meetings, but for himself, not representing the Vees. If it's Important Vox goes along, because no one trusts Alastor to accurately relay information to them.

There is a large basement room of the tower with no doors or windows. It's just a soundproof room with a single outlet and dim lights. Vox can access it by the electricity, And Alastor by his shadows.

Husk doesn't actually own his Casino anymore, it's properly of the Vees, he just works there. He hasn't been an overlord for so long that people either forgot, or like to taunt him about it. Any soul Husker wins/owns can be taken by Alastor if he thinks they'd be useful. Mostly Husk is treated like passive income, for both money and souls

Angel is initially scared of having Alastor at the hotel, since he's technically one of his bosses, despite barely interacting or seeing him prior to the hotel. But once he realises that nothing that happens at the Hotel seems to follow him back to work, it doesn't take too long for him to start flirting and being more comfortable teasing him like everyone else.

Sir Pentious was still sent by Vox to spy on the hotel/Alastor. Alastor is annoyed, but also amused that Vox messed up so badly with his choice of spy. He makes it very clear to Charlie and Vaggie that he had nothing to do with it, and he'll "ensure nothing like that happens again". Vox goes quiet after that, and doesn't show his face at the hotel for a long time. No one asks what happened, and Vox gets tense if it's ever mentioned.

The whole scene with Charlie and Valentino still happen. When Alastor confronts him about it, Val is tense (and a little scared, but he'd never admit it), but Alastor only demands to watch the recording on the security cameras. Surprisingly, he isn't overly angry at Valentino, just his usual disgust for his work and treatment of the souls in his possesion. He's more interested in seeing Charlie losing control briefly in her anger.

Rosie sometimes visits the tower, and has modeled for Velvette aswell as been on a cannibal cooking segment of one of the shows.

Velvette is the only member of the Vees that Alastor has not had a physical fight with. All their fights are verbal, and she has never given him a reason to physically hurt her, or put her in her place like the boys have.