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alastor's always funniest to me when it suddenly becomes obvious that he's a cartoonishly evil supervillain just BARELY restraining himself from murdering hundreds of innocent people because his grand master plan involves becoming a mentor figure to a literal princess who dreams about puppies singing showtunes every night and she probably wouldn't like that
i just know that every time he has to stick around for a group bonding activity at the hotel he's vividly imagining eating babies or something that's probably how he keeps smiling. that's his happy place. meanwhile charlie's just like oh alastor's always so supportive, isn't it great vaggie? ^_^ it's nice to see someone being so positive. he eats people, charlie
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Husker is literally babygirl you cant do this to him 😭
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girlishgiggle is on air ! : “If my life isn’t constantly at stake, then what’s the point”
His mother had once warned him that Mimzy would be nothing but trouble for him. She wasn't wrong, but how could he explain this was something he liked about her and still sound decent in any way ? He couldn't ! And so he didn't ! Besides, chatting about the women in his life with his mother wasn't something he was interested in regardless and perhaps part of him was glad he had no semblance of a father to share these things with either. Who knows how that conversation would go.
His head tilted to the side as he gave a slightly disapproving hum and slid the glass away just slightly, figuring she'd probably only snatch it back and he wasn't squabbling over a rocks glass ━ still; as they said, it's "the thought that counted." ❝ I think you might have had enough, dear. ❞
#girlishgiggle#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ↝ Smile like you mean it! : Main ⊱
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It was true. Husker was right, and this was something he was aware of from the moment that the winged cat-demon approached him. Which was why he couldn't say he felt entirely foolish when the lone sharks turned up and he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the carnage, pulling them apart and devouring them whole, the screams, the blood, the chaos ━ indeed; he had very little problem with any of that.
What he did have a problem with was the fact that he knew Mimzy brought out the worst in him ━ it was a talent she had always had, even in life ━ it was almost a delight shared between the two of them ━ but that wasn't the part of himself he wanted to display at Princess Morningstar's happy house of healing and redemption, less he find himself no longer welcome.
Perhaps to Husker, it looked as if he was being a fool, a simpleton who didn't have the sense to see through a woman's feminine wiles enough to know that he was being had, but that just wasn't the case. What he really struggled to resist was the bloodlust. The fact that Mimzy brought a slew of deserving fools with her whenever she appeared in his life ━ an excuse to indulge the dark thing that had been living inside him since he couldn't remember when. He was just fortunate that he happened to look like a hero in doing so this time around.
❝ Mmmhm ❞ He could have laughed but he keeps his amusement to a rhythmical hum instead. ❝ Just as I said, Husker, nothing I couldn't handle. ❞ Regardless, the situation probably should have been avoided, and Husk probably didn't deserve the treatment he'd given him when he'd expressed his concerns; he was only doing so to look out for the Hotel. It was unfortunate things became nasty. He could see this all very clearly in retrospect. He didn't like to be on bad terms with his thrall. Though Husk hadn't a choice in the matter, he surely did. ❝ Why not both ? ❞ He answered, chipper as ever. ❝ I'll take a glass of whiskey, neat, please. ❞
It was a relief when the hotel finally gained some sense peace as evening fell, as much as one could expect while in Hell, at least. After the day he'd had there was nothing more comforting than some blessed silence and a good, well-deserved drink, something to hopefully remove the bitter taste of the day from his mouth. It had been a disaster, one that could've been avoided if for once he'd just been listened to, his input acknowledged but he supposed that was too much to expect- especially from Alastor.
As ever, any luck he had for even a modicum of comfort was sharply dashed as suddenly the looming figure of Alastor appeared before him. Anyone would think he would be used to it by now, always ready for that sickening smile to show up out of thin air but it never failed to startle - this time almost prompting him to drop the bottle of whiskey he'd been drinking. It was something he was quick to recover from however, settling his bottle down to give Alastor his full attention while allowing his pulse to calm.
-- ❝Mhm, that was a real shitshow- but at least it got handled. Doubt anyone will be comin' around here to cause trouble after that.❞
There was some sense of caution as he spoke, as though he was simply waiting for the axe to fall, expecting the worst. Finding something to do with his restless hands, he laid out a glass in front of Alastor before fetching a fresh bottle of whiskey from below the bar to offer out with a raised brow.
-- ❝You havin' a drink or is this just a conversation kinda night?❞
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auntiecannibal is on air ! : Our dearest Rosie, ever so, always so dressed up for these little holidays that she could spend with those she cherished. Hair down, long && free for just the day, a dress that she made with each needle && thread. It was the day of what is known as Valentine's Day. A cute holiday she muses truly. Though really she was here for a special guest today ! Oh yes, ever so sweetly stopping by the hotel, to just making her way to that lovely radio tower that her dearest friend likes to spend time in, Rosie just had the sweetest gift for him, on this joyous day.
It had taken some time, but she was able to make it for him. She had heard tales of those who suffered in some cooperation, death always there, everyday. Fresh && ready to pick, prepared she knew that those of the place would be dropping soon, and asked her lovely cannibal town folk to rip them apart, but to keep the organs intact for her.
And now here she is, in her hand? Why a lovely heart shape box, red with a DABBLE of pink in there to help make it pop, with a silly little bow that had a cute little dial in the middle! Why if I didn't think any better it was a little radio shape heart style box! Inside? The organs from lungs, liver, heart, stomach - each in their own little space for a different time of the day. Some of the organs you could tell Rosie had been really gently with each one, she had made sure to cut each piece equally as well to make sure it fit inside the box. A cute little card that you could tell had some small prints of blood left on here, the finer details I'm sure. If ever open it goes a little something like . . . "For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person. And we are finally home. Happy Valentine's Day, my darling Alastor."
When it came to Valentine's Day, given the holiday's significance, it might have been easy to imagine someone like Alastor had no interest or care for such a thing, but that assumption would be entirely wrong. Of all the holidays, he'd admit he enjoyed Valentine's the most.
Childish and bitter were those who saw only romantic intimacy and their envy of it. He came from a time when things weren't quite so commercialized and when the idea of flaunting one's sexual status, taken or otherwise, wasn't quite so popular. Valentine's, to him, would always be a quaint little holiday for giving a little extra attention to the special people in one's life, and few better fit this description in his life than the lovely cannibal doll, Rosie !
Needless to say, he's delighted to find her at the door to his studio. And what's more, she's come bearing gifts, and when it came to Rosie, he could already tell something delectable would be concealed within that box. He could swoon, and his mouth could water at the idea ━ was it lungs ? Brains ? Maybe a heart freshly carved from some poor soul's chest cavity ? All the delicious possibilities sent a tingle down his spine, one surely contributing to the light behind his eyes as he greeted her.
❝ Welcome, sweetheart, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel and to my new studio ! It's lovely to see you ! ❞ Goodness, if he had known she was coming, he'd have gone to meet her at the hotel door. With this and her gift in toe, she's scooped into his arms and swung lovingly over the threshold and into his radio tower. It was surprisingly spacious inside, doubling as a private hideaway for him. This was a place he didn't usually allow anyone else but Rosie ? He'd allow her. His shadow sits on a ceiling, its long, distorted limbs crossing its hands under its chin as it looks down upon the two of them as fondly as he looks upon her. This would be a very happy valentines day indeed.
#auntiecannibal#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ↝ Smile like you mean it! : Main ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ Answered Ask ⊱#I know you already answered this but I keep it forever ok#And I'll probably reply tonight!!
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Indie private and selective RP blog for Alastor, aka the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. Canon and headcanon based. Broadcast by Ire. Please make sure to read my carrd before interaction. 30 + Minors DNI.
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Anonymous Is on air ! : You could always just fuck Vox. Hate sex is where its at.
❝ Well, invasively perverse listener, I suppose I could do that if I were feeling that way inclined. However, I could also just jam my maypole into a live socket, as I imagine that would be very much the same experience. Perhaps, even, with less bitching involved ! You know what, with that in mind, I'd even go as far as to say I'd prefer the electrical socket, ha ha ha ! Its certainly an interesting suggestion though friend, and as always, I appreciate the feedback ! Call in again soon, wont you ? ❞
He doesn't mean that at all. Actually, you've been blacklisted and you'll find the line to Alastor's station dead for future contact. Sorry anon !
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Hmm, he did have a point there. If he's honest, he expected things to be a little more lively by this stage, but still, it was just a handful of them. Of course, he planned to do something about that soon, so he wasn't too bothered. It was his fault the TV advertisement fell through after all; he did that purposefully. A little malicious compliance, as they called it. He couldn't let their revenue be thanks to TV after all. Not after everything he'd been through with fucking TV.
Looking into his glass and swishing the remaining liquid around it, he seemed reflective, and, for a rare moment, his signature grin was nowhere to be seen. He didn't know if he trusted Husk. Sure, he was a friend, but they were bound by more than friendship, a bond that could leave a bitter taste in one's mouth, given how it came about. More than once, he sensed that Husk resented the hand he was dealt in the game they played. Still, he supposes sharing one of his private thoughts couldn't hurt too much.
❝ I had quite the falling out with the Vees seven years ago. They very nearly took me off air for good, and Vox would like nothing more than to finish the job. With their considerable sway, you can imagine how few safe places there are in hell anymore. ❞ That's all he says, never actually specifying that the Hotel is one of those few safe places.
He continues on a much lighter note now. ❝ Oh, horsefeathers ! This place needed you. Look at how much you've both improved it already and how much the princess appreciates your efforts ! That has to count for something, no ? ❞ Did Husk really think Alastor would believe he had better things to do ? He was just gambling his afterlife away as usual. You'd think he'd have learned a lesson after their first meeting.
well, shouldn't have expected much more from him. even if he did somehow catch him in a lie, it's not like he could catch it. & unlike everyone else in this damned hotel, Alastor wasn't a demon that would drink enough to ramble.
still, there was an annoyed wave of tail & twitch of ears.
❛❛ it could be if the project was at least somewhat successful when it comes to gathering clients. ❜❜ it felt too uncertain. of course he could assume certain things, but it's just speculations. & they're most likely wrong to further irritation.
❛❛ you summoned me & Niff to work here without much explanation. she might take it as it is, but it's annoying on my side to be completely left in the dark. ❜❜
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She was almost too cute for a demon ━ reminded him a little of Charlie ━ and for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder what sin she could have possibly committed to have her damned to this place. Then again, he, of all demons, should know not to judge a book by its cover ━ she could've been a real wolf underneath that wool ! Haha, now, that would be entertaining !
Flipping his wrist dismissively, he shook his head with a chuckle. ❝ Ha ha, don't mention it ! Any self-respecting gentleman would have done the same, and I was starving ! ❞ He said as if hell had an abundance of such men running around and these ideals didn't live solely in his own head. ❝ But it is lovely to meet you, Arabella. You may call me Alastor, if you like. ❞
Taking a glance down at the video camera in his hand with a slight sneer toward the device, his gaze turns back to her, mood brightening instantly. ❝ Yes, actually, I would appreciate that. I've never used one of these newfangled contraptions before, and I've been tasked with shooting a television commercial ! ❞
Utterly fucking insulting. And what was the point ? They didn't even have a working phone at the hotel yet ! ━ Oh, he was definitely adding that to his advertisement. He offered her the video camera to look at, to see if she could work out whatever setting he had wrong.
The poor timid sheep had managed to make it through the extermination. She hasn't realized that she, or what it the other person, that bumped into. Blinking a few times, her head tilted only to realize it was him. Her cheeks flushed as a small baa escaped from her, eyes focused on her as she shrunk into herself a bit. Licking her lips, she held her little potted plant against her chest, "U-Um...y-yes! That's uh... t-that's me."
Now he was asking for her name? She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not but she also never got to thank him. She straightened a little, "A-Arabella, Mister Radio Demon, sir. I um...I n-never got to t-thank you. For h-helping me. T-That day."
Curse her stuttering. She wished that she didn't have it. It made it hard for her to speak properly and to get things out quickly. She tended to stumble over her words as well. Before she could continue on her own self bashing, she noticed a video camera in his hands and she looked confused. As far as she knew he never handled the camera. Blinking once then twice, her eyes refocused onto him and asked gently, "Do you n-need help? With t-that?"
#hellshoard#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ↝ Smile like you mean it! : Main ⊱
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Sat at the bar, he's enjoying his drink, watching over the tacky main parlor, empty as it's always been, when Husker drops his question, and Alastor swings himself back around to face him with an answer. Though his demeanor is largely jovial, his eyes narrow slightly as Husk makes a point of calling him out.
❝ Absolutely, I do, Husker ! The mere idea of giving hell's most despicable failures the fixer-upper treatment with the intention of sending them off to heaven is a riot, there is just no two ways about it ! ❞ He deflects, unwilling to share all of his twisted machinations with Husk, his so-called friend and his thrall. None of that was necessary just yet, after all.
❝ Why so curious all of a sudden, sour puss ? You're not usually one to concern yourself with all the finer details of things. ❞
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❛❛ tell me, do you really find this as a good source of entertainment? ❜❜ not that he was interested in trying to understand Alastor or his way of thinking. it's something to quickly give up on.
but the lingering confusion about the situation remained.
❛❛ because i call bullshit on that ❜❜
#gamblost#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ↝ Smile like you mean it! : Main ⊱#hazbin hotel spoilers#ty for this!!!!
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His brows raise slightly; he has been watching the other man's every little movement like a hawk. He doesn't flinch when the glasses clatter and slide toward him, though his smile does broaden at its edges just slightly with the idea he must've annoyed him for such a reaction. Good. Ignoring the discarded eyewear, he pipes up again.
❝ Really, Vox ? Don't tell me you're unfamiliar with the visual innovation that is the monocle. Allow me to educate you, then !
A monocle is a specialized corrective lens that enhances visual perception in a single eye. It's very handy for those of us with certain forms of astigmatism, not to mention it's compact, discreet, and makes for a rather dignified addition to any outfit, so yes, I CAN see out of it, and it is indeed very practical, unlike those bizarre lined sunglasses you were flaunting around just a moment ago. The more you know ! ❞
"You're really not someone who gets to say shit about anyone's eyewear choices. Is that thing stuck your eye big enough to see out of or do you just want hell to be more red?" Vox grimaced, making at least an attempt to not see like he was stewing as he was talking. He flicked the glasses at Alastor, "Besides they're the wrong WAY for that,"
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The butted cigarette doesn't go unnoticed by the gleaming crimson eyes of the deer-like host, causing his lips to pull into a slight line as he withholds a sneer. Sure, this hotel wasn't exactly his property, but that was not the correct place to put out a cigarette or to leave the dirty ash and butt. Wretched sinner though he was, Alstor would easily be described as quite the neat freak. An indication might have been the kitchen he'd prepared this fanciful meal within, more spick and span than how he had found it. He'd have given darling Nifty a run for her money when it came to tidying a place.
It was the thought of the upbeat little maid that pushed his irritation from his mind. He knew she'd enjoy finding the butted cigarette when she woke, like a fun little treasure to tidy away; such was the zeal she had for her job. Ah, he wished everyone was as serious about their part in this as she was. Ol' Husker was a downer as always, drinking more of the bar's booze than any of the guests ever could and this Angel fellow...
He didn't know what he thought about him. ❝ Apologies, friend, I'm simply terrible with faces. Besides, we've barely had any time to get acquainted, you and I. And no, I don't watch porn. ❞ He offered as snide as the smile on his face, something usually wide and broad that had become a little limp, lost in his thought. However, the mention of the food and what he had made tonight brought it back to its usual vigor.
Yes, he'd worked hard on this. Food had been one of his great passions in life, one that had followed him to death. His mother had taught him everything he knew; from there, he'd honed his craft as a hobby. ❝ Just a little something to stave off the midnight munchies; seared scallops with wilted baby spinach and spicy pomegranate glaze. ❞ He beamed as if it really was something so simple, t he dish having theatrically slid from its place in his hand to sit before Angel, in all its majesty, as he served it up. Definitely not your usual midnight snack. Not if you hadn't woken up at a restaurant, anyway.
Late nights were nothing new. Although, he tended to stay in his room and (at least try to) get some sleep. There was no telling when he was going to be awoken with some kind of group therapy thing, and as much as he loved pissing off Vaggie, being kept awake while he was tired wasn't something he'd ever been fond of. Tonight, however, an itch he hadn't been allowed to scratch since moving in kept him from finding comfort.
It had been enough to force him out of bed, albeit carefully so as not to wake his beloved pet in the process, and out of his room. A bit of wandering and a cigarette would have to suffice, even if it would provide nowhere near the same results. To his surprise, he wasn't the only one up at such a late hour. The light from the kitchen told him that much. He could only hope it was someone that would be up for a while, and not just grabbing a snack before heading back to their room.
"Well, ain't you a sight fa sore eyes," he said with his first step into the kitchen. Whatever he had made definitely didn't look -- or smell -- like anything light and easy. The offer made Angel's mood perk up at least. Joining him for a full on meal in the middle of the night? If that didn't scream date night, he didn't know what would.
"C'mon, Al," he sighed, snuffing out his cigarette against an inconspicuous spot on the counter. "I know ya not watchin' porn down here, but I'm a li'l harder ta forget than that, ain't I?" Still, his smile never faltered. If the hotel had one thing to offer, it was a good-looking staff, and he'd been determined to get closer to both Husker and Al from the moment he saw them. Nothing beat down one craving like satisfying another.
"Not scared'a all'at food causin' nightmares, ah?" Angel teased. "Whatcha makin' anyway?" Lower arms folded, he rubbed up the back of each one, half trying to calm his fraying nerves, and half simply wanting something to do with his hands as the upper arms busied themselves with retrieving a spoon of his own to dip the very edge of it into the glaze and steal a taste of it for himself.
"I suppose I can sit with ya a while." Like he was ever going to say no to that. "You get up in the middle'a the night a lot, or is luck finally on my side by pickin' tonight ta come outta my room?"
#mcwscollective#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☨ 👁️ ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Smile like you mean it! : Main ⊱
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@ladiesofhell cont from here.
A curious situation to stumble upon, for sure. He heard the commotion from a ways off and found trotting over to see what was going on irresistible. However, the last thing he expected to find was a royal hijacked by a group of imps. Seems they had hoped to kill her ? He wondered why, though there was no option to ask anyone any questions as she had done well to dispatch her attackers alone. One imp lay twitching in a heap before the threshold of the shadows he was lurking in.
The darkness itself, in the form of a long, thick tendril, reached out, dragging the body inside as a grin grew on in the shape of glowing eyes and teeth that peered through the black. A sharp snapping and cracking could be heard, but whether this was the sound of the snatched imp's bones or those of the creature lurking in the dark as its form changed wasn't clear, but soon, a smaller shape stepped out. He seemed to be a young man with buck-like features, little horns on his head, and fluffy ears, making him so much less menacing than whatever had been in the dark, though the wide grin of frightening teeth remained sprawled wide across his face suggested he and the gruesome monster hidden by the shadows moments ago were, in fact, one and the same.
❝ Ha ha, certainly not, my dear ! I would like to imagine myself with far more class than that. ❞ His voice was more pleasant still, chipper and bright despite the static that buzzed through it, making it seem almost as if it was coming from somewhere else. ❝ My name is Alastor, and I must say that was quite the spectacle. You really showed those pesky imps what for ! ❞
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Good answer, Angel, one that cuts through the tense, sinister atmosphere he'd created only moments earlier as the Radio Demon snaps his head around with an unnatural twist. The one thing perhaps putting an eerier downer on the moment that had brightened so considerably otherwise.
❝ A "ride or die" kinda fellow are you ? Wonderful ! Unending innuendos aside, thats what I like to hear. I'll surely take you up on that offer soon enough. ❞
Believe it or not, sinners here in hell did have their virtues at times, though he's still not entirely convinced Angel was serious and not just trying to get some kind of quicky. He hasn't made any kind of binding deal with this one after all, but maybe that would come sooner rather than later.
Despite the temporary freeze, Angel barely flinched at the change in tone and atmosphere. Evil was all around them in life as well as in Hell, and he wasn't about to pretend that he was a stranger to it. If anything, it only served to make him that much more interested -- that brutal, dangerous honesty was kind of charming in its own way.
"Eh." He shrugged. "I could go fa some'a that kind too. You name the time an' place, an' I'll be righ'there with ya." Causing chaos and destruction was a favorite pastime, after all. He'd developed a knack for it long before dropping down to the fiery pits of eternal damnation. "Then again, there's not much ya could ask me ta do that I'd say no to at this point, if I'm bein' honest here."
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𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 : A highly private and selective RP blog for Alastor, aka the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. Canon and headcanon based for now. Broadcast by Ire. Please make sure to read my carrd before interaction. ❤️
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