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Alastor  is  certainly  no  stranger  to  making  a  show  of  his  power.  In  fact,  upon  his  arrival  in  the  inferno,  it  seem  to  be  simply  ALL  he  did.  That  was,  of  course,  until  a  show  of  strength  was  no  longer  required.  No,  no,  it  didn't  take  long  for  sinners  and  overlords  alike  to  turn  tail  and  flee  before  any  such  display  was  necessary.  And  for  the  sake  of  remaining  perfectly  plain,  he  prefers  it  this  way.

What  a  waste  it  was,  flashing  pointed  teeth  at  those  who  were  witless  enough  to  beg  him  for  it.  However,  there  are  instances  in  which  it  is  earned.  Those  are  the  moments  he  has  taken  a  SHINE  to  the  most.

And  who  in  the  circles  has  proved  themselves  more  deserving  than  his  darling  Rosie?

For  a  moment,  the  radio  demon's  pupils  follow  her  as  she  circles,  but  loses  sight  of  her  as  she  slinks  somewhere  behind.  Dully,  he  looks  ahead,  listening  to  her  stern  reprimand.  For  the  moment,  he  is  still.  The  only  sign  of  distain  comes  in  the  form  of  a  twitch,  his  ear  flicking  away  such  accusations.

As  the  overlord  bends,  meeting  his  gaze,  Alastor  chooses  to  watch  as  onyx  liquid  drips  tantalizingly  through  barred  fangs  and  onto  her  chin.  The  shade  compliments  the  red-hot  glow  of  his  eyes.  Within  them,  a  flicker  of  green  as  she  lifts  his  bowtie.  The  tug  beckons  him  forwards,  the  stag  leaning  forward  almost  imperceptibly.  A  warning  or  a  challenge?  That  is  the  question.

The  spot  on  his  trousers,  previously  scorched  by  hot  tea,  begins  to  turn  cold.  The  tendrils  of  icy  silence  wraps  itself  around  himself  and  Rosie  in  turn,  capturing  them.

With  a  flash,  Alastor's  hand  finds  her  throat,  claws  already  making  themselves  at  home  within  her  skin.  The  warmth  of  her  blood  soothes  his  flesh,  rewarding  him  for  his  aggression. 

"Oh,  yes  darling.  I  understand  p̸͈̀̐͘e̶̟͓̥̾͆̊̚r̷̨̩̘̗̄̔f̴̨̢̰̗́̓̍̒ę̸̭͝c̴̢̢̗͂ẗ̵͎͇́̂ḽ̴͇̈́͆y̸̰̌̏͒."

        𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, least of all around someone she considers a dear friend. She's always prided herself on being a lady first and foremost. As the saying goes: one attracts more flies with honey rather than vinegar. She didn't acquire her status as one of Hell's most powerful Overlords by brute force or flashy shows of violence alone. She didn't have to. People respected her because she endeared them to her. Perhaps that is why Alastor's scathing remarks cut so deeply.

        They are not at the Emporium. There is no need for pretenses here in the privacy and comfort of her own home. It's easier to let the mask slip, easier to let her guard down when no one but her trusted friend is around to see it. So, she angers. Bristles under his scrutiny. She's pouring the scalding tea into his lap before she fully realises what she's doing. It feels good all the same. The shock that flickers briefly in Alastor's expression feels like a victory on its own. She rises from her chair, slowly circling the small table until she stands before him.

        ❝  Oh, darling — I do believe you have it all backwards. Quite boorish of you, really, to insult a lady in her own home!  ❞ The radio static trickling in doesn't go unnoticed, but she isn't afraid. Rather, the obvious signs of Alastor's rancor emboldens her to push him further. The now-empty tea cup is set aside. Rosie bends at the waist, becoming eye level with the Radio Demon still seated in his chair. ❝  Retaliation is only natural for such an un-gentlemanly show of character. Where have your manners gone, hm? Did that impromptu vacation of yours strip you of all good reason as well?  ❞

        Perhaps Alastor was long overdue for a reminder of Rosie's status.

        ❝  Disrespect me again, and you'll be the one losing your head. Permanently.  ❞

        The Overlord smiles, wide and unnatural, showing off her razor-sharp teeth. Black blood drips between the cracks. Nails extend into sharp claws, one slipping beneath the band of his bowtie. She is tapping into a well of demonic power she seldom uses. This isn't just petty revenge. It's a warning.

        ❝  Do we have an understanding?  ❞

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@redemptsin called in : ❛  how could you say something like that to me?  ❜ / from rosie!

The   firey   words   of   the   overlord   seated   opposite   him   and   across   the   quant   dinette   do   not   necessarily   come   as   a   shock.   However,   the   far   more   scorching   tea   that   is   flung   into   his   lap   is   something   of   an   unexpected   retaliation.   Alastor   thrusts   his   hips   backward,   the   legs   of   his   chair   screeching   in   protest   against   the   floor,   hands   up   in   the   air   an   eyes   wide   as   the   drink   seeps   through   his   trousers.   The   liquid   simmers   against   his   skin,   earning   a   hiss   out   of   the   radio   demon.   What   an   absolute   display...

"Rosie⸺"   He   says   through   gritted   teeth,   a   warning   to   his   good   friend.   The   (mildly)   smug   smile   that   played   across   his   mouth   a   moment   ago   has   long   since   gone,   replaced   by   a   rare   grimace.   "My   dear...let's   not   LOSE   OUR   HEADS."   Alastor   cautions,   plucking   a   nearby   napkin   from   the   table   and   throwing   it   across   his   lap,   eyes   never   leaving   the   woman   before   him.   He's   insulted   her,   clearly,   and   hell   hath   no   fury...

"My,   my...what   a   temper."   He   clicks   his   tongue,   finally   blotting   himself   with   his   napkin   as   radio   static   still   crackles   with   displeasure   in   the   air   surrounding   them   both.   She   has   pushed   him   to   the   edge   with   her   little   display.   "And   what   would   you   do   if   I   spilled   tea   on   your   dress,   hm?" 

Such   behavior   is   beneath   him,   of   course. 

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He,  too,  had  missed  Zestial's  presence  while  on  leave.  It  wasn't  often  that  the  radio  demon  and  the  eldest  overlord  crossed  paths,  but  when  they  did,  there  was  fun  to  be  had  by  both.  Suffering  for  the  rest! 

Alastor's  ears  prick  to  the  side  at  the  sound  of  compliments  spilling  from  the  sinner's  lips.  Music  to  his  trained  ears!  "AH-HO!  You  flatter  me,  my  friend,  truly."  His  smile  of  appreciation  only  widens  as  the  overlord  shows  his  true  colors,  the  bright  shade  causing  eyes  to  widen. 

"⸺speaking  of  shrieks,  did  you  happen  to  tune  into  our  little  push  with  paradise?"  The  radio  demon  has  been,  admittedly,  curious  as  to  Zestial's  opinion  on  the  spectacle.  "Quite  the  success  in  the  end...thanks  to  our  cunning  Carmilla,  among  others..." The  sinner  glances  to  the  side,  looking  covertly  for  the  overlord's  reaction  to  this. 

dialogue prompts / always accepting.

@radiokill sent ── ❛ working together again, it’s just like old times! ❜

gleeful laughter echoes from the demon , a joyous haunting sound. his tall stature wavers back & forth animatedly. " verily , i have sorely missed our ventures. " one of the overlords zestial rather enjoyed the company of, well - earned respect & familiarity in the squint of four glowing eyes. his hand extends , cloak opening with a warning of neon colors , splayed open only to crush into a fist exaggeratedly. " thou hast a knack for coaxing forth their screams. "

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What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience?

I  started  writing  because  I  was  depressed.  I  didn't  know  that  was  why  I  started  at  the  time,  but  that's  why.  I  was  so  depressed  that  I  was  isolated  from  everyone  around  me  socially.  I  felt  I  needed  the  interaction,  even  if  it  was  fictional.  When  I  was  depressed,  I  preferred  it.  It  was  all  I  had  for  several  years.  I  didn't  know  what  depression  was!  I  just  knew  I  didn't  feel  well.  I  started  rping  when  I  was  12  or  13. 

I  would  change  A  TON  because  I  was  a  child,  obviously.  I  wasn't  healthy.  My  writing  was  terrible  at  first.  But  I'm  glad  I  found  writing  because  I  probably  wouldn't  be  alive. 

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On what platform did you start to write?

The first platform I ever wrote on was Twitter. I wrote there for a good while. Probably at least 6 or 7 years and then @helltel dragged me to Tumblr. I haven't really looked back since. I much prefer Tumblr to Twitter for a lot of reasons, but mostly because people actually write long responses here.

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Questions for the mun. A series of questions for the mun / the person behind the muse(s)

Basics.

When did you first start writing?

In what language did you start writing?

If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages?

What was the first muse that you’ve written?

Do you still write your first muse?

What is the muse that you write for the longest?

In what style did you start to write (First person, third person, *-style or novel-style?)

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

Do you regret starting writing?

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience?

Do you tell your friends / family that you write?

How do you describe writing / rp to others?

On what platform did you start to write?

Canon Muses.

What is your favorite canon muse?

Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book?

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

How far do go with divergencies when it comes to your canon muse?

OCs.

Who was your first OC?

Do you still write your first OC?

Who is your favorite OC?

How would you describe your favorite OC?

Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse?

How do you create an OC? What are your steps for developing an OC?

FC or story first when you develop an OC?

Fandoms.

In what fandom did you start?

What is your favorite fandom in which you write?

Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

Have you ever developed an OC for a certain fandom?

Ships.

What are you looking for in a ship?

Do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?

Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?

Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair?

What are rare-pairs that you’re passionate about?

Do you plot a ship or see where it goes?

What are your favorite ships on here (feel free to tag?)

Do you ship someone’s muses on your dash?

Tumblr.

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike?

What trend would you wish to see on here?

What was your first blog / URL?

Do you still have your first blog / URL?

What’s something you find weird on here?

What’s something you wish to improve?

What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?

What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?

What are things that you don’t wish to see on here?

What are things you wish people would tag so you can block it?

What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

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HELP ME!

Just look at Alastor's face when all the attention is not on him

I CAN’T!

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Apparently  completely  unaware  of  her  discomfort  (his  sneer  says  otherwise),  Alastor's  grip  remains  steadfast  as  Vaggie  protests  the  proposition.  "Quite  true,  my  dear!"  He  agrees,  mind  drawn  to  his  radio  broadcast  schedule  for  the  upcoming  week.  The  theatrics  he  has  planned,  OH,  it  makes  one  shiver!  "The  opposite  of  subtle,  but  left  unquestioned  nonetheless."  He  speaks  through  his  teeth  at  the  mention  of  his  crimes  left  unanswered.  It  speaks  to  his  prowess!  And  (he  likes  to  think)  his  stylistic  flare! 

The  radio  demon  feels  the  angel's  muscles  tighten,  tensing  like  a  snake  too  informed  to  strike  at  the  hand  that  feeds  it. 

"Your  choice!"  Finally,  after  a  moment  of  lingering,  Alastor  releases  her  with  a  few  steps  backward,  hands  thrown  up  in  the  air.  "⸺But  if  I  can  be  of  any  assistance,  you  know  where  to  find  me,  my  dear." 

Now, Vaggie didn't particularly enjoy being touched at the best of times : so when Alastor's hand suddenly claps itself down on her shoulder, there would be no hiding the way she jumps, no chance to try and swat him away before he is turning her toward the window.

Was he... trying to tempt her? It was the only phrasing she could find that even remotely summarized the bizarre offer, and her stomach churns with discomfort.

"If you were to "do the deed," I have a feeling it would be even less subtle." She does not swat his hand away, no matter how desperately her skin crawls to do so. Determined to not give him that satisfaction.

( she has a feeling he can tell, nonetheless. )

"My vision of the future doesn't include unnecessary bloodshed." She manages to restrain herself from tacking on a remark about his being an insufferable shitlord, but barely. Not particularly inclined to start anything with him when no one is around to bare witness. "Not for anyone down here."

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I think alastor DESERVES to take credit for the hotel. Who is the reason charlie had an army to fight back with? Alastor. Who casted a shield on the hotel to buy some time, and afterwards also kept Adam busy, alastor. Who introduced charlie to rosie, who then gave her advice on vaggie? Alastor, which means he also played a big part on their relationship as well. He brought nifty and husky to the hotel. He advertised it. He is doing his best. If charlie is "queen bee", he is the head of worker bees. If the hotel is in success at the moment, I don't think it could've happened without him. Maybe charlie would be dead as well. Because with or without alastor, she was going to share her idea with Adam, and she was going to want to speak with sera, and she would. What then? Adam was still going to attack the hotel in all endings. And without the crowd alastor gathered, they would be completely defenseless. So I say, take all credit you need alastor. I'm sure Charlie herself would give it all to you. (This is referance to the last anon!)

The  overlord  listens  patiently,  hooves  perched  neatly  atop  his  radio  station  desk,  hands  laced  over  his  abdomen  as  the  caller's  voice  drones  on  through  headphones.  Idly,  he  adjusts  a  dial  or  two  as  the  signal  fades  and  crackles,  doing  his  damnest  to  ensure  every  word  is  heard. 

Like  a  simple  gossip  column,  it's  common  for  his  listeners  to  have  a  spat  once  in  a  while.  Very  entertaining!

"My  dear  anonymous  caller!  What  a  passionate  and  well-informed  take.  But!"  Alastor  pauses,  index  finger  in  the  air.  "⸺I'm  pleased  to  inform  you  all  that  this  project  is  the  brainchild  of  our  one  and  only  Princess  of  the  Circles.  We  are  a  team,  listeners...a  team.  Now,  don't  touch  that  dial⸺our  classical  hour  is  up  next!" 

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I'm so sorry I haven't been around! I've sat down to try and write everyday but school is kicking my ass. I'm trying my best.

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sink your teeth into me

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feral and hungry

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Radioapple!

I  have  a  complex  relationship  with  radioapple.  I  play  both  Lucifer  and  Alastor,  and  they  are  my  only  muses  right  now.  They  HATE  each  other.  Like,  it's  on  sight.  Aesthetically,  it's  such  a  pleasing  ship.  Basically,  it  would  never  happen  in  canon,  but  can  they  just  hate  fuck  and  get  it  over  with?  They're  gorgeous,  powerful,  and  daddies.  Like,  let's  go.  The  fandom  has  kind  of  ruined  this  ship  for  me,  though,  because  of  how  much  content  of  it  I've  seen.  Some  of  the  softer  stuff  is  cute  but  is  way  too  AU  for  my  liking. 

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There you have it folks! That's what I'm into. What about you?

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alastor x shutting the fuck up for five minutes PLEASE /lh

This  man  seriously  talks  nonstop.  It's  a  problem.  I  ship  him  with  shutting  the  fuck  up  for  five  minutes  so  hard.  In  the  Finale  number,  when  he  started  tweaking  and  singing  his  "I'm  gonna  be  pulling  the  strings"  bit,  I  literally  died  laughing.  It  is  the  most  unintentionally  funny  moment  of  the  show  because  everyone  is  singing  and  happy  and  having  a  groove,  and  this  man  takes  himself  so  seriously.  I  can't.  Like  girlie,  we  get  it;  it's  all  about  you,  Pookie.  Anyway,  I  love  him  all  the  same.  If  he  shut  the  fuck  up  for  five  minutes,  I  wouldn't  have  nearly  as  much  rp  material  and  the  fandom  at  large  wouldn't  have  enough  cringe  memes.