#but i do not haz!!!!

[cloudysfluffs]

REALLY considered not posting this one.......might delete later

ns//fw and/or ki//nk blogs please dni!!!

#PLEASE READ THESE TAGS: #I AM NOT A VIV///ZIEPOP SUPPORTER!!!!!!!!! I ACTIVELY DISLIKE HER #i have been watching haz/bin with my boyf. and for funsies weve been rewriting and redesigning it in its entirity bc....yikes #imm not adding this to my fandom list bc i dont like. the shows lol. so im not gonna do requests or anything probly #this is a one time thing featuring my redesigns bc i refuse to draw them how they really look you cant make me #anyway please dont unfollow me for posting this 🙏 (/j you can do what you want) #tickle art #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!husk #ler!angel dust #my art #please dont send me discourse about this i dont care if you Like The Show just take this at face value <333333333333

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 025/???

BLESSING leader of WATERCLAN

#scourge wc #warriors #warrior cats #scourge warriors #wc scourge #scourge #scourge warrior cats #bloodclan #scourge sunday #this 1 goez out 2 the classic fanz LOL if u recognize him this is post number 3 with inverse scourge #didnt change his deisgn much bcuz to be honest i open at work tomorrow n it is. 1:30am #alwayz wanna do colored lashez but somhow i find thm... so hard....... #also evry1 keep an eye on my non warriorz blog im close 2 finally finishing a big ref commission im rllyyy hapy with #im very funny as a person bcuz i feel bad for how long it haz taken me but 4 som reason my reaction 2 tht is to. put off working on it #n thn i feel worst. repeat forevr #also might make a just stright up inverse color verison of this design somtime the patterning is fun i think tht would be neat #ok gn #or as it will be once i actually post this. gm

[hazyla]

This is probably not how their conversation went, but it’s how I remember it

#the magnus protocol #tmagp fanart #haz art #gwendolyn bouchard #tmagp ep 11 #tmagp ep 11 spoilers #Is this like the equivalent of growing up and Mickey Mouse is real but super fucked up #Actually more aligned with monster Garfield #I do believe Lena’s office has fluorescent lighting but Mr bonzo mentions always trigger a red background #lena kelley

[hearts4juzi]

Teens with Daddy issues and guilt pull up

#i wil say i do noooot think this is in character for ness #but i justified it in my brain as if she was with mike she wouldnt get bullied #and then he turned out to be cool #but he was still a bully #and then. bleh #for the actual au i have planned the bite doesnt happen i just wanted to draw them with the :O face #my art #vanessa fnaf #michael afton #transmasc lesbian vs transfem gay DO YOU HEAR ME #fnaf #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's #evan afton #gregory fnaf #blood tw #vanny fnaf #nightguard duo #<- that what we're calling em right? thats what haz called em #doodles #teen nightguards au

[zensations35]

It's Manual Fucking Labor (Luci/fer)

Been working on this one for a bit. I love the delicious rivalry between Al and Luci, so I toyed with that a bit and made it spicy with some snz. I also am really enjoying the text flair I'm getting to play with for all these characters, so I hope yall are liking that. Ahaha. Enjoy!!

“That one needs to go over here!” Charlie points as she heaves one of the freshly slated planks of wood for the hotel revamp. “Can you cut three more for us, dad?” she smiles sweetly at Lucifer who sits crosslegged in front of a pile of wood.

He nods, dragging the back of his arm across his forehead.  “I, uh, I’ll go head and do that, sure.” 

Her eyes are bright and full, like the sun he never saw. “Dad,” she beams at him, “thank you for this.”

He tilts his head, “For what, Char Char?”

“For helping. For putting in so much effort. For,” she pats one of the planks, “for wanting to do it this way.”

Lucifer’s brows rise. “Th-this way?”

Charlie strides off before he can ask her to elaborate. His eyes flick back to the uncut wood and his lips tip down in a pout. 

“Problem?” A staticky trill sends Lucifer’s hackles up. 

“What?” Lucifer snaps, grabbing one of the slabs of wood, dragging a sharp claw deftly down the middle and cutting it as if it were a razor saw. Small fluffy flakes snow the air around him, making his cheeks fuzz. “Hhhfff…” his brow scrunches and a flush spreads from the circles on his cheeks. “Hieh--HiSFFH!” 

Alastor skips over, peering down in amusement as sawdust skitters all around the fallen angel.

“Hm, quite shoddy,” the Radio Demon observes, tapping his cane against the plank with a squeal of feedback.

Lucifer finishes cutting the planks and coughs, wringing out his hands. “It’s manual labor, Alastor. I doubt you’d understand how to even do it.”

“Ooooh I see.” Alastor leans dolefully on his cane, “bonding with our dear Charlie with handmade projects?”

Lucifer sniffles, scrubbing his face with his whole fist. “Mh-hyep.”

The smugness surges by 60%. “Ohh, are we having trouble??” 

“No! Of hh-c-course n--” Lucifer’s voice starts to pitch higher and higher, “Hig’Sshieu!” 

Alastor lets out a keening laugh.

“Fuck off, Alastor, before I make you,” Lucifer growls.

Alastor tuts at him. “No need to be cranky, your highness.”  He pulls out a red and black handkerchief, but Lucifer waves it off with a cool huff. 

“I don’t need your hanky panky.”

A whistle of radio silence whines in their ears. Lucifer cocks a black eyebrow.

“What? What’d I say?” 

Alastor sighs and tucks the cloth back into his suit pocket. “Not that you’d use it without a nose, anyway.”

“Hey!” Lucifer snaps, fangs glinting. “It’s complicated!” 

“Far be it from me to inquire how your…extremities manifest.”

“You--snf--you--hieh!” 

Alastor cups a hand over his ear, patiently waiting for the rest of the sentence, nothing but sass in his daggerlike smirk. 

“I-I’m gonna--hhg’HGx’SHIeu!” This time, several puffs of flame escape from between his fangs, and Charlie finally realizes something is going on with her dad. 

She hurries over after setting down what she was working on. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Lucifer palms the spreading flush on his cheek and gives an unconvincing bray of a laugh, “Noh-huh-thing! Nothing at all! Perfectly fine!”

Alastor hums, lifting one of the smaller slabs of wood, his stance casually askew. “Of course he is, Charlie!” he saunters toward Lucifer, ever the helpful little elf. “He was just about to get started on--oh, my, let me just…” the Radio Demon scrapes his hand across the wood, brushing the powder from the last sawing off of it and directly into Lucifer’s fucking face. “There we are! Oh dear…” Alastor feigns concern as small spirals of smoke begin to coil out of Lucifer’s snarled lips. 

That fuck! He did that on phhh-pur-hhh!

His face scrunches, fangs peeking, rimmed by an orange glow as he lets out high pitched whines, “Ieh hiiih! HIP’CHSS’IEψ!” flames mist like aerosol, catching the flakes of wood shavings and motes of dust in its heat, cooking them into flakes of gray ash. The hellfire rejoices but the King sighs. 

He wipes away fresh tears and lets a vague chuckle out. “Ah, Charlie, sweetie, perhaps we could speed up the process? I could just, ah,” he angles his elbows and dances his arms, “Zap a bap!” he does a little finger gun shot. “Yeah?”

“Ah, poor, Charlie,” Alastor clucks his tongue, fingers drumming across her shoulder, “I know how excited you were to do this by hand with your father--what was it you said? A bonding moment?” his voice is anything but altruistic. “But if he can’t handle it, I suppose it would be best to do things the easy way…” his teeth clack caustically.

Lucifer seethes. his teeth warping and curling. “I’m fine,” he decides, fighting back a throatful of air. 

“A-are you sure, dad?”

Lucifer flaps his hand dramatically. “Absotively! Don’t w-Huh! Worry!” 

Charlie doesn’t look one hundred percent convinced but if he says he’s fine, and wants to continue, then they’ll continue. She gives him two more boards to cut and hurries off to work on another section. 

Lucifer turns back to the unfinished planks, his shoulders simmering with translucent fog. Alastor continues to observe in silent amusement.

“Are you going to help at all?” 

“Maybe.”

Rrgh. Lucifer throws himself to a standing position, muttering under his breath. I swear to me, if Charlie didn't like that guy I would…

Well, there’s a lot he would do. Especially if he were…”Hiiet--” 

Fuck me to here!

 He needs to get a handle on the fucking fire. “Hgk…” Lucifer gulps the throatful of heat, his body taut with a shiver. His fingers squeeze the plank he’s holding and… ”Hi-ih-IEH⛧GHSHHIEUψu!” 

Instead of flames, five feathers pop out and flit around the short King, catching the breeze and running off into the wind. A couple of them float near Alastor who looks irritated at them, waving them away with a chop of his hand and a staticky, “How very uncouth…”

Lucifer’s pride flares and his grin grows wicked.

“Weelllll,” he unfurls his six wings, exaggerating them with a flex. “I better get this installed up there.” 

Lucifer quakes his wings and smacks them down, clouding the ground below his knees with dust and shavings. He shoots into the air, spinning away from the source of his allergens as he rubs at his teary eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Fuck Alastor, that prick. He deserves a bit of karma. Would Lucifer really be at fault if he were flying and he just happened to lose a few feathers? If they just by chance were to fall into that jackass’s face??

As Lucifer flies, a few feathers wilt from his wings--by accident of course! And, as predicted by divine oracle, they just happen to float down near the red haired Radio Demon, currently distracted while helping Charlie with something frivolous, Lucifer is certain. 

The feather drifts…soft downy catching the dying light in a soft pink glow. Slow, deliberate. It coils, totally by accident of course, right down beside the Radio Demon, and nudges the left side of his nostril. He blinks, now distracted from his work. His crimson eyes flit up but another brush of the cottony down makes his lids ripple shut.

“Hh-hh!” 

His shoulders spike and he thrusts a hand up to shoo away the feather, “Ss٨ﮩﮩZH! Hgk٨ـﮩﮩ” 

“Alastor!” Charlie spins in surprise when his mic clatters to the ground. 

He gives a feeble attempt to wave her away but she puts an arm around him comfortingly. 

“Are you alright? Maybe you should sit down. You just recovered after all--” 

Lucifer watches with an indignant pout as his daughter comforts the wrong person. He doesn’t miss the not-so-subtle flash of Alastor’s smug grin as he allows Charlie to lead him away, leaving Lucifer to finish the rest of the work by himself.

God fucking dammit.

#I haven't done sawdust allergies like EVER #and it's been on my mind since hubby did some manual LABOR AHAHA #so yeah i had to do this #next fic will likely be my ocs because i'm very nearly done with that LSSR fic #but for my haz/bin fam thank yall for pushing me to finish this!! #what a ride!! #snz #snz fic #zen fanfic #haz/bin #luc/ifer #al/astor #allergies #sawdust allergies #snzfic #zenfic

[odd-chips]

"You keep drawing Tim and profile-"

AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!

AND HE'LL KEEP GETTING MORE CHINS, TOO!!

Anyways it's cliche, but I'm a big, big fan of "parents hate The Thing, but kid is The Thing" trope!! (This has NOTHING to do with my Danny Phantom obsession. Whatever. Leave me alone. Please ignore the fact that his sister knows he's The Thing and has to try to help keep it a secret. Irrelevant.)

Currently I only have a vague undercurrent of a story where some important Roseberg matriarch was violently killed by some type of werecreature, and the family has held this resentment for decades. I'd like for it to turn out that what actually happened was she got down bad for the werecreature and they ran away together or something hoiJKLFD

#artists on tumblr #wererat #wererat oc #original characters #original character #I'll refine his parents' designs a bit better later these are first drafts gJKLHNFKD #tim tag #ratman tag #josephine tag #my draws #sfw #I'm being so serious when I say that I didn't think of the Danny Phantom thing till like. After I was like 'Oh I think this would be #a fun dynamic for Tim to have with his parents. :) Where they-Oh goddammit.' #'is this why I like it so much?? or is it because I like that trope that I was drawn towards the show so much?' #also @ Ratman with sharp teeth: do you know how hard I had to resist saying 'if ratman were designed by... no I shant say' on twitter? #I didn't even draw it for that purpose. I drew it just to see what it'd look like. and then I was like '........so if Ratman was in Haz-'

[plushpyromoved]

small gift for @pencil-merchant thank u for trading ur extra pyro weaponz with me ^w^

bubbles and EFS hanging out blu pyro friendship win

#i really wanted to draw EFS for artfight but i got so busy and then it ended ;_; #i hope i did alright >.< he haz such a cool design for real like i could stare at him forever #anywayzzz i hope ur doing well thiz is just a small thank u drawing ive been having so much fun practicing with my new weaponz!! #tf2 #tf2 pyro #🔥.art #gift art #oc: bubbles #mumbles oc tag

[technovillain]

was talking to my sister abt psychonauts voice cast and i mentioned how loboto and oleander have the same VA and she was impressed by the range but was like "oh thats probably crazy because theres probably a lot of scenes where he's just talking to himself right" and i'm like.... "ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" YOU'D THINK THAT WOULDN'T YOU. [ <-guy who is insane that we never see them speak to one another ]

#SO ILL ABT THEM NEVER SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO ONE ANOTHER #AND BARELY BEING IN THE SAME ROOM. #SICK AND TWISTED BRO. #cries. #i think she said that bc she haz seen me drawing them as gay little homos and was probably expecting that they do in fact interact in canon #.txt

[breelandwalker]

Oh they are ALL coming out of the woodwork at the office today.

Unfortunately for them, today I woke up and choose sugar-coated violence.

My officemate has just watched me maintain perfect Customer Service Voice while rage-glaring a hole in the wall and is rightly terrified.

#fuck work #bree in real life #it's just gone noon and things didn't slow long enough for me to get water or caffeine OR medication until after 11 #it's a miracle that everyone and everything around me is not covered in bite marks #the bandwidth. i do not haz it.

[hazoret]

Love Final Fantasy Fourteen there’s swathes of random optional content and you’d never find it if you didn’t talk to Glup Shitto behind some random rock in Eastern Thanalan

#ffxiv #haz plays ffxiv #seriously I’m going back to find shit I didn’t do before moving on to Stormblood patch content #and there’s SO MUCH SHIT

[phuuca]

Shinjuku's Vampire:

Hazuki Mikagi

#phuuca's art #Monstrous Punishments AU #Yes I've created another AU #I'm not giving away any detailed details about it since I'm ironing out the kinks of it #but I do have a lot of ideas about what the system is like #and who gets turned into what #but that's a mystery for now #hazuki mikagi #mikagi hazuki #haz #haz twewy #neo twewy #ntwewy #twewy #twewy fanart #colored pencil #pencil drawing #digital art #traditional art #sketchbook art #art #fanart

[hazmatazz]

i might have finally figured out how to draw them??? bro??? finally????

bonus:

#byler #stranger things #babble #haz art #??? i finally may have figured it out?? oh???? 👀👀👀???? #we'll see if i can do it again later and better #byler art #in class btw. hate math <3

[s0fter-sin]

so lately i’ve been obsessed with a 141 dancer au

gaz runs classes, has a youtube channel and quickly becomes one of the most sought after choreographers in the music video scene. soap is his dance partner for his classes, he helps run them and does demonstrations with him

ghost is also a choreographer and he’s gaz’s Arch Nemesis

he's famous for never performing his routines, never doing public appearances without his skull mask and being highly exclusive with who he allows to perform his choreo which earns him his name (since he’s a ghost creator). gaz however is a social media darling, his classes and videos regularly doing huge numbers

they both popped up around the same time and are neck and neck in terms of popularity and skill and they immediately rub each other the wrong way

gaz accuses ghost of not actually choreographing his routines himself bc no one has ever seen him dance and ghost thinks gaz is a clout chaser who's just in it for the fame instead of passion

he became a dancer as a way to channel his rage after years of being an underground fighter, the discipline and physicality helping him more than fights ever did. he hates the thought of someone just using it just to get famous when it literally saved his life

deep down they know their accusations are wrong and they have a grudging appreciation for the other's talent but they'd both rather die than admit it

price is a famous dancer turned director they both work with frequently and they always fight over him; trying to get their routines picked for his music videos. he's also the only one in the industry who's ever seen the ghost perform (before he got famous and before the Incident™)

he finally gets fed up with them constantly being at each other's throats and hires them both to work together and choreograph a joint routine. they're both famous in their own right but this video is for a huge artist so neither of them can refuse no matter how much they hate the other

gaz has a gymnastics background but also a ballet background which lends him to a more fluid style whereas ghost’s style is stronger, more masculine with sharper movements so they naturally end up butting heads

then there's soap who has a completely different style altogether, focusing on a more modern, breakdancer style which makes him see everything completely differently

but it also adds to his self-doubt bc he didn't have a formal dance education, he built his entire repertoire by himself. people see him as inferior to gaz who has that very formal, highly disciplined style. his insecurities about only ever being seen as gaz's demonstration partner and that he can only do gaz’s routines so all his skill is just an extension of him instead of being seen as a dancer in his own right forces him to adopt a rigid - destructive - perfectionism in himself and his body

soap meets ghost before the first rehearsal. he gets to the studio early to practice when sees this beautiful man dancing

he has no idea who he is but he moves so seamlessly, almost better than gaz, and he immediately falls a little in love. the man catches him watching in the mirror and he flusters, getting worse as the man just smirks at him and flawlessly completes the routine

soap tries to save face and asks him to teach him the routine he's doing

the man agrees, introducing himself as simon. the style of the routine is familiar to soap but he can't focus on it when simon's hands are on his waist, guiding him through the steps; his chest pressed up against his back. they work together beautifully, picking up each other's body language and dancing together easier and better than they've ever danced with anyone

then gaz arrives and the vibe in the studio immediately changes

simon's easy confidence becomes hostility, pulling up the skull gaiter he'd let hang around his neck as he practically pushes soap behind him to square up to gaz

soap’s shocked when gaz hits back with the same energy until he realises it's the same way he acts whenever he talks about ghost and his stomach drops

he steps out from behind ghost to side with gaz and the betrayal in simon's eyes hurts more than anything he's ever felt

from there it's romeo and juliet; camp gaz versus camp ghost as they fight over every step of the choreo and soap is the poor bastard stuck in the middle

soap tries to channel that “you’re my best friend’s rival, i have to hate you,” mindset but he can’t forget the way it felt to dance with simon

and how much he wants to do it again

#my friend mimi introduced me to gymnast gaz which made me think he grew up in competitive gymnastics and left it to be a dancer #whether his family was disappointed in that decision i havent figured out yet #the Incident™️ was roba getting simon directly from the underground and manipulating him into working at his strip club where price finds h #and pulls him out when roba tries to force him into sex work too #soap earned his name for being such a clean dancer and never making mistakes during performances #which just make his insecurities worse bc now he has to live up to his new reputation as well as fight of the gazs partner image hes gotten #farah and alex are definitely team gaz and i think nikolai would be his manager #then im thinking alejandro and rudy are team ghost with laswell as his manager #then bc soap is the odd man out hes used as tie breaks when they get into arguments about what move should go next in the routine #the pressure of picking correctly and the routine being essentially on his shoulders freaking him out just as much as having to choose #between his best friend who expects him to always side with him and ghost who always has good ideas #this isnt a negative haz au btw i think it would be a good way to explore his arrogance and stubborness #hes decided ghost is his enemy and nothing can pull him away from that #(except for what eventually does but im not sure what that is yet lmao) #i want soap at some point to completely overwork himself and his bad knee swells and gets irritated and finally gives out #and its ghost who forces him to take a break and convinces him that working his body to death wont help him be a better dancer #cue tender wound care and ghost backstory as he reassures soap that he is an amazing dancer #he offers soap a no stress space at his studio if he ever wants it & gaz overhears and thinks soap is betraying him and leaving so cue angs #we’re a team. ghost team #coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just fine.txt #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #save post #john price #cod 141 #soapghost au

[mustluvcatz-reloaded]

Can you repo neighborhood deco to a mesh from build/buy mode? I thought I saw a tutorial once. OR was it to repo neighborhood deco to another neighborhood deco mesh?

And what about recolors. Those would still have to be separate clones?

#ts2 #mlc haz questions #i know what i said #but i need something to do!

[wri0thesley]

is that a motherfuckin jojo reference

#fontaine archon quest spoilers #nat.txt #genshin impact posting #(screenshot by haz. i do not have diluc. also my seelie is blue)

[zensations35]

Technical Difficulties (Al/astor)

OK HERE IT IS Seriously the audio took me longer than I expected but rrrghhh I think it came out SWELL YUSS? I really had to push because I don't do a lot of fan voicing and I'm nervous but >.< I promised!! Enjoy!!

 Alastor lounges over his vibrant crescent desk, his planned skit stacked on the red wood. The Radio Demon leans languidly toward his scepter--the microphone now powering the studio, with his help of course.

He flicks a few switches and curls the knobs with pointed claws until the soothing whine licks his ears, making them shiver.

Yes. The good stuff. The correct method.

“Hm~” Alastor hums as he finishes gearing up the system. 

The display lights up and--go! 

“Welcome, welcome listeners! To another radio show! Today I’ve been sent a request--which I shall graciously grant. I hope you enjoy this gift. Aren’t I generous?”

The click of a switch marks the start of the queued song and Alastor begins to bob his head along. Mmm~ Not exactly what he would have picked, but it’s nice and jaunty. He shuts off his mic so no one can hear him as he flips through the stack of papers, planning out his next few songs. He grins when he sees the lineup.

Alastor rises, hands clasped behind his back, as he observes the new gear in his studio. He had to wait so long to see all of his new toys. Well, new to him. Technically these mechanisms aren’t new. He prefers it that way.

He skates past his neatly arranged desk, shoes clicking like ice cubes on the hard floor, until he pauses next to a bookshelf. A few tomes have been moved, one leaning against another, and a not so thin layer of dust (dust!) has formed over it. 

A snarl lifts under his nostril and he can feel the bubble of anger fizzing in his chest. He reaches to swipe across the top of the book and comes away with a disgusting clump. He growls with indignant offense. 

Who in all the visible hells is responsible for--

Snf!

Oh fucks no. Fucking hells no.

Alastor’s dark eyes jerk toward the still rolling song. His snarl stutters, causing the sound to fizz. Fuck fuck fuck.

He pinches his nose with his clean hand, cinching the air in his throat, “HX-٨ـﮩZz!” 

The song flutters and Alastor has more than one reason to punish whoever cleaned--or didn’t clean--the station before he came.

Forgetting all else, he picks  up speed, heading toward the gear and holding his hands above it, as if his magic could prevent it from further disturbance.

There. It’s fine. He just n-eeds t-to…

“H˚〰gk!” 

The song crackles, jumping forward by at least half a minute, “H’ZN٨ـﮩKw!” his teeth chit together and the static buzzes with new life. 

A violent hiss seethes from the Radio Demon as he threatens his nose with a violent smush to stamp out the tickle. Enough of that. 

The song finally ends and he glides back to his seat, voice trilling once more.

“Apologies, folks! Technical difficulties. But! I shall make it up to you, dear caller. I have quite a refined ear--makes for a good host, no? Let’s find some--h٨ـﮩhhh--something with a bit more punch, hm?” he ignores the pops from the speaker and flicks on the song. 

He knows he should be gracing his listeners with more of his voice, but first he has to deal with this goddamn dust. 

After one more sweep of the station, the Radio Demon finds five more patches of grime. Five! Filthier than a hellhound’s gullet, this is! 

Even movement as simple as turning around has him bumping into a shelf of old cobwebbed shelves, spitting granules of dust into the air. The air Alastor is breathing for fuckwave’s sake!

He cups his  nose and mouth with a claw as his eyes water. Muffled hitches warm his cheeks and spackle his fingers with moisture. 

“Hih٨ـﮩh-XZ٨ـﮩST!” 

Godfuckingdammit!

The song on the station warps and a bud of rage burns Alastor’s core. His breaths are beating against his chest, hungry to get free.

“Hh-hmn KZZ٨ـﮩZZH! H٨ـﮩH-FUCK! TZ٨ـﮩZH-IY!” 

Alastor stumbles back behind the desk, flicking switches and knobs. Only the clicks and plinks of the switches signify he’s done anything. His left hand covers his face in an attempt to muffle the crackling hitches, but they whine through the janky song regardless.

“H-ih! IH!” The waves bump and leap, Alastor’s fingers wobbling as he fights with himself while trying to regain control of the show. There’s a faint sound, the hint of leftover bandwidth. Then, “HY-X٨ـﮩZZH٨ـﮩH-Y٨ـﮩH!” 

A siren pop! The station whirrs, then lets out a final gasp before it loses the last dregs of power. 

Alastor freezes in the dark, now silent tower. He gives the switches another flaccid flick. 

Nothing’s working. Everything seems to have shorted out. His fist curls, shivering with barely concealed violence. 

Alastor rips his hand from his face and whirls to wrench the rotary phone from its cradle near the wall. Thank fucks for landlines. 

He dials, eyes black and heavy as he speaks into the phone’s shell.

“I want a new cleaner. Fire the other one.”

A pause. Then, “She sounds perfect. Send her over.” This one better be good.

He scoffs at the next question, “I really do not care what you do with the old cleaner.” He hesitates for a moment, his eyes crawling over the studio, his radio show cut before it even really began. His lips curl, shadows dancing and splitting behind his back. “Actually,” his voice crackles and blares down the line, “I do.”

#aiiihhhh I will be working on getting the radio voice better in the future #but liek #man that laugh was fun af to do #guhhh all of my words and braining went into doing this so i'll just leave this here on your doorstep like a cat #other fics coming later i just wanted to pump this out today #snzfic #snz wav #snz audio #zen audio #snz #snzblr #haz/bin #haz/bin ho/tel #hazbin snz #al/astor #al/astor snz #allergies #zen fanfic #snz kink