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[theautotrophic]

Radiostatic concept:

Alastor has a hard time expressing his true emotions, he's too emotionally constipated to even tell Vox he finds him attractive without it feeling awkward and forced. Vox starts to get worried that Alastor doesn't actually care about him the same way he cares about Alastor. But he never brings it up because he's just as emotionally constipated, just in different ways. Then one day Alastor starts sending him letter after letter in the mail, all raving about his beauty and how much he cares for him and that he's the most important person in Alastor's life. He writes the most beautiful love letters and poems Vox has ever seen in his afterlife, waxing poetic about everything he loves about him, all his flaws and imperfections, all the things about him that drive him absolutely insane, both good and bad, everything, absolutely pouring his heart out. They make Vox feel more loved than he ever has before. Alastor always sends them through the mail (even if/when they ever live together) to be proper about it and so they always take some time to arrive. A few days after their fight, when their friendship/relationship breaks off for good, he gets one last letter in the mail.

He stares at it for who knows how long, unopened. He's so angry. He wants to rip the letter to shreds, to take every once of rage, heartbreak, and sorrow out on the unsuspecting envelope. He tries for hours to force himself to do anything to it, to tear it, burn it, just crumple it up and throw it into oncoming traffic, but he can't. He eventually relents - opens the letter - pinpricks of frustrated tears gather in his eyes. He reads it all the way through, then again and again and again until he's memorized every word, until he's basically just torturing himself. The worst part, it's completely the same as every other letter Alastor has sent him. Everything he's already told him, good and bad. Only everything he already knew. There's nothing here that could have saved them. He has no force of the universe to blame that the letter hadn't arrived just a few days earlier. Only theirselves. Only himself.

Eventually, he finally, carefully folds the letter back up, he can't bring himself to be anything but gentle with it, and stores it away. He has kept every single letter Alastor has ever sent him. He used to go through his favorites and reread them whenever he was missing Alastor, mad at Alastor, or - hell - even just when he was having a bad day. They made him smile, made him feel giddy and light, like a girl texting her crush.

He hasn't looked back or reread any of them since that day.

But he still has them.

Every single one.

Even that last one Alastor ever sent. He tells himself that he can throw them all out whenever he wants, but really, he knows he'll never be able to actually bring himself to get rid of them.

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[alastorsshade]

Alastor’s ear pricked up, feeling eyes on him. He wasn’t a stranger to being the center of attention, he was the radio demon after all! But he had grown intimately familiar with this particular stare over the course of the past week.

Already spying his shadow’s petulant expression from the corner of his eye, he knows they’re expecting him to ask the same question he's been asking them for the past week, but he’s in no mood to receive the same evasive answer in return. 

So, instead he refuses his roles and continues to hum an old tune he once heard during his heyday while fixing up himself an early dinner. Usually he preferred his meals to be more raw, but tonight he was in the mood for some comfort food, and what could possibly be more comforting than his own mother’s jambalaya recipe! Why to think of anything else would simply be blasphemous. His mother’s cooking was to die for, and a sinner did indeed die for it! 

He lets out a chuckle at his joke, and almost tells it to his shadow out of habit, but remembers their current staring problem and decides against it. They didn’t deserve to hear his phenomenal humor if they weren’t even going to use their words with him in the first place.

He stubbornly returns to humming. Although the static filter overlaying his voice, flickers with interference even more now, and continues to build up the longer his shadow simply stares at him. 

He was used to staring. However, he wasn’t used to the one staring at him being his own shadow. Not without them at least saying something or making some type of noise. It was starting to grate on his nerves more than he cared to admit.

“i don’t like him.” 

The sudden hiss gives Alastor pause before he slowly resumes stirring the pot.

Letting out a soft hum of feedback. “Don’t like who?” He had an inkling of who they were talking about, but after being forced to endure them dancing around the subject for a whole entire week, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit petty. Sue him.

“you know who” they growl out this time, having caught onto his game.

He only vaguely smiles at that, feeling as threatened as he would if faced with an angry kitten. “How could I possibly know when you refuse to tell me. Now use your words, darling.”

The harsh cry of a radio interference rings out before exploding into a fit of animalistic hisses. His shadow unafraid to show off their outrage and displeasure, but slowly and surely- just as he was counting on- the hisses turn into a singular screech. “that blasted noisy picture box!”

His eyes widened in surprise by the sheer animosity that one screeched held . He was pleased to finally have his suspicions confirmed, but he couldn’t say he was sure as to why they seemed so worked up over his newest acquaintance, Box. 

Sure he was a rather peculiar fella. What with his head being a picture box as his shadow pointed out, but Alastor and thus his shadow could easily squash him. He didn’t pose a threat and likely never would, not with Alastor keeping a close eye on him.

"Oh dear, what could Box have possibly done to get you in such a tizzy." His words were meant to placate, but the shadows around him only grew darker. An indicator of his shadow's mood was merely worsening.

They fume in anger before projecting their image up on the entire wall in front of him. Expanding their form to come off as more threatening.

He could tell they were dangerously close to trashing his bedroom and that simply wouldn't do.

"his name is vox!" They fume out, the shadows farther away from them beginning to whip around in tendrils that possessed a smoke-like quality.

Thinking quickly, Alastor forces himself to appear nonchalant with his arms crossed behind his back. Staff carefully grasped in his right hand should he need to use it. "Is it now?"

For a split second, he watches his shadow carefully. His words seem to throw them off. He's unsure whether that's a good thing but carries on. "Hmm well you can hardly blame me. The most rememorable thing about him is his head."

The darkness slowly recedes from the room, his shadow holding a perplexed expression. "do you not like him?"

Now it's his turn to look perplexed, blinking slowly. "Well I like him enough to not eat him. He can be very amusing." Skilled at bending the truth as he may be, he answered their question honestly. Curious to see where this whole conversation was leading.

"so you like me more?" they slowly ask before quickly tacking on. "i'm more entertaining than him, aren't i?" They inch closer as their form is reduced to the same height as his once more.

Sensing the danger has passed, Alastor relaxes enough to let out a genuine laugh. "Why of course mon rire. No one could ever come close" He can't help but look at them oddly, unsure where all this was coming from now or what this all had to do with Vox. Perhaps a visit to Rosie was due.

In the midst of his musing, his shadow deflates completely from his previous posturing and instead wraps around Alastor like an excitable puppy. Purring pleasantly as his form twists and turns over every curve and angle that makes up Alastor making cooking rather difficult.

Alastor for his part resigns himself to the embrace momentarily. Patting his shadow on his back. "If that's all you needed. We could have had this whole thing taken care of ages ago."

His shadow for his part looks at him strangely before shaking its head and slowly unwrapping himself from him. Although he doesn't stray far from him and instead seems content to watch Alastor continue cooking. Putting on a record for them to listen to and helping where they can.

[kenn-the-roach666]

anyone have any good discord servers for Hazbin fanfic writers? specifically the ones that aren’t exclusively 18+. im looking to join more :3

[zestialmorde]

Zestial diary entry 1 (short and much ado about nothing)

October 31st, 1957

The revelry did proceed without hindrance, though some of the newer guests did find mine own customs to be of curious nature. One even had the impertinence to scoff as I set a plate for a dear, departed comrade—a noble overlord, taken from this world by ill fate during an extermination. 'Twas fortunate, at least, that he made for a most delightful feast, having been stuffed and roasted to perfection.

Miss Rosie, despite my many protests, took command of the preparations. That woman is as bullheaded as they come, yet her skill in such affairs far surpasseth mine own. She did once again insist that I ought to find a woman of mine own to aid in the culinary duties, and of course, she could not help but mention Miss Carmine, as she did just last Saturday. One would think, with all her romantic counsel, Miss Rosie would have managed to keep a spouse of her own.

As for Carmine, she did grace the gathering with her presence, as was her due. Though she had claimed other plans, I am certain she was merely playing coy, especially considering the exquisite mask she wore—it appeared to be hand-forged, a creation not wrought on a whim. Alas, I did not get the chance to inquire if she had crafted it herself, as she was soon ensnared by the other guests.

And that Alastor, he at last accepted mine invitation, though I suspect Miss Rosie had more to do with that than his own desire. She did convince the poor man to play a tune upon mine grand piano, and whilst the melody was indeed lovely, it was clear he was ill at ease with the attention.

The fig pudding was dry—a fault of mine own—but it was consumed nonetheless.

[lemoncakedoodles-old]

Chapter 4 of Hazbin Road Trip is out!

[absolut3th0t]

Right now I need a fic, that’s Lucifer x reader where Lucifer and reader are hella high and Lucifer decides Charlie needs to meet reader in that exact moment. Lucifer just shows up at the hotel dragging reader along with him and he’s like “Charlie this is reader”. He turns to reader “reader this is Charlie” and reader just burst out giggling, and when she’s calmed down all she can say is Charlie it’s a magical liopleurodon Charlie”. and her and Lucifer just starts quoting Charlie the unicorn. Charlie is so confused cause she’s never watched it. Please I’m begging someone write this for me and tag me 🙏



[mymindonascreen]

Streamer Au part 1

Tw, mentions of decaying flesh under reading line

I hope yall like this,I sure do and when I do get further they will be longer don’t worry!

Virus sat at his desk ,he had finished all the requests from clients and he had nothing to do.He leaned back his chair moving back as he did he glanced at his bed then back to his computer set up.

“Shit,” he had nothing to do,AT ALL!

He stood up rolling his eyes,he glanced at his battery time (7 hours) that was a lot,

he walked towards the door his wired tail swaying behind him he opened it heading down his apartment stairs.

He opened the door to the sweet smell of shit and decaying flesh,How wonderful

He thought sarcastically,he slowly started walking most of the city was covered in billboards of The vees more specifically Vox,he had no problem with the guy he was just very, Attention seeking?

was that the word no point in finding a better one.

As he walked by a couple demons would do double takes on him,then he turned a corner and saw Vox

He continued walking to be honest he never had any real issues with the guy,Vox was the one who always wanted to argue.

As virus walked by Vox glitched in front of him a cocky grin on his face

“HELLO! Virus!” He held his hand out immediately shaking his hand

Virus just stood there letting him shake his hand

“Uh-Hi?”

Vox looked at him for a moment before speaking

“Say I was thinking me and my technology,and you with your,Code? We would be unstoppable”

Virus rolled his eyes in his head,he never cared about power the only reason he was a overlord was because Carmilla insisted on it.But how could he argue over this it wouldn’t effect him much

“Sure” he shrugged

a smile immediately appeared on Vox’s face

“How Wonderful”

[matsunoart]

I finally watch Hazbin Hotel and… It was pretty good! I liked it!

So ofc me and my friends made ocs for the thing

I don’t really draw anthropomorphic creatures so it looks very human I’m sorry 😭😭

Below I have a lot more information about them so enjoy

Mythra, the blue & pink one, Like Vaggie, was an ex Angel. One who spared multiple demons & stopped a few angels from killing them. She was the leader of a group back in heaven. One that was made to stop the executions. She gained a bit of a following but she ended up getting left behind on one of the exterminations, and well yeah

Verta, the black & red one, like Charlie, was born in hell. She became an overlord, one that’s power is held by her own. She doesn’t have any servants. Yet.

Before the creation of Hazbin Hotel & its promotion

Verta took place as a social media influencer, specially working with the drama department. She has a few overlapping situations where she sometimes bump into Velvette.

Along with helping Verta with the media, Mythra would make modern technology in hell, like websites that haven’t been created yet. Creating basically a second business thing similar to the Vees about subjects that haven’t touched yet.

Mythra had already gave Verta an idea similar to Charlie. We both agreed with the idea and we start to work on it as a little side project. But nothing huge.

The idea of the Hazbin Hotel was made and sent onto the news. Basically what happens in the original Piolet. Mythra quickly took this up, and basically begged Verta to check it out. Verta, jokingly, complaint about them copying our brand “cause literally we had it first.”

The two of them head to the hotel halfway through episode 1, due to them both impulsively wanting to check it out. The meeting goes well enough, they decide to help out with the hotel

Mythra suggest that Verta take should keep the whole living here a secret from the media until we have a more organized way to let people in and rehabilitation process.

Mythra & Charlie basically started to work out a rehabilitation process, and everything is starting to look up while Verta & Vaggie attempt to convince Alastor to actually make a good advertisement. With Verta actually knowing how to record & all that.

I also wanted to throw in a bit of a controversy about Verta working with the hotel roaming around on social media. This draw way more attention to their brands.

THESE ARE ALL JUST IDEAS WIP, and it’s just stupid fun so yeah!!! Hope you like them!!

[midnightmorpher]

Chapter 1: First Fall

In which things immediately go wrong for Reader when they fall into Hell

A/N: Hello, hello! I’ll first address anyone who might be following me for DCA stuff: I’m not abandoning it, don’t worry! Chapter 6 is in the works now and will be the next thing to be posted. I’ll most likely go with an alternative posting schedule unless something unexpected happens.

Moving on, yes! This is indeed a self-indulgent reader-insert Hazbin Hotel fic (Helluva Boss will come into play somewhere down the line). I might or might not have had an idea swimming in my noggin for months ever since HH aired and it’s finally bursting out of my cranium in fanfic form 👀

This is also kinda my first time dabbling in a large fandom like HH/HB (bigger than FNAF Security Breach anyway), so hopefully I can get the canon characters written okay?

That’s all I have to say for now: new fic, wanna share it here.

I’ll post a daily update that’s not even daily at this point soon! Past few weeks have been fucking insane so I couldn’t get online much, but hopefully work will start easing up enough to let me come on more often 🥺

Thanks to anyone checking out my new fic! Leave a kudos and comment if you like it ♥️

[autumnlikeabreeze]

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54525688

Charlie eyes him like she’s trying to pick him apart with her gaze, scanning his body all the way down to his dress shoes before settling back on his face again.

“Where…” she swallows roughly, throat bobbing. It’s clear she doesn’t know where she wants to take her sentence. “Where were you, Al?”

Alastor stills, the obvious note of concern in her voice catching him off-guard. When he stays silent for a beat too long, Charlie plows onward, hands gesturing frantically as she tries to convey her point.

“It’s just—the shield just went down really suddenly, and none of us knew what to do because we never thought that would happen, and then Pentious—” she shakes her head once, blinking back traitorous tears, “Pentious sacrificed himself, and I wanted to check up on you because I know you’d never leave unless something really bad had happened, but then my dad came to fight Adam and I just…”

Her voice tapers off, a fat tear dripping off the crest of her chin and smattering onto the hardwood floor below. Charlie sniffles, trying to wipe the streak away with the back of her hand.

“I was worried,” she finishes finally, staring at him with such earnestness that it makes Alastor’s stomach churn. “You were—you were just gone.”

[theautotrophic]

What if hell gets too strong?

What if the exterminations no longer have a count down?

What if Vox and Alastor have one big final battle?

What if an extermination happens right in the middle of it?

What if they're both too filled with raging and sorrow and misery and heartbreak and so many other emotions they refuse to acknowledge?

What if they refuse to stop fighting?

What if Alastor is losing?

What if an exorcist sees an easy target?

What if they never get a chance to prey on that target?

What if their spear pierces another, if someone throws their body in the way?

What that someone sacrifices their life for the person he most hates?

What if Vox dies in Alastor's arms, the very same that had been scratching and punching and aiming to kill only moments ago?

What if the extermination goes on, no angel taking notice of the one still alive, covered in blood, slumped lifelessly against the other sinner?

What if this is the last extermination?

What if redemption is proven to be real?

What if Alastor learns of how Sir Pentious was redeemed?

What if he carries that small slimmer of hope inside of him, never letting it grow too large, but still ever present in the back of his mind, keeping him going through his most difficult of moments?

What if centuries pass and he still holds onto that hope?

What if one day, unexpectedly, Alastor finally finds himself redeemed?

What if he searches all throughout heaven for the one he lost?

What if Vox isn't there?

What if his sacrifice hadn't been enough, that this one selfless, selfish act to save the person he most hated and most loved hadn't been enough to negate all his other wrongdoings?

What if it didn't make him a better person, because it was something he would have always done?

What if, Alastor knows, that Vox had never been any more or less awful and undeserving than himself?

What if even he would have been able to grow and change?

What if only he had just had more time?

What if heaven can never truly be heaven without the one you most love by your side?

[dazzlen-the-clown]

[alastorsshade]

“you’ve been gone for awhile..” The shadow seems to whisper, trailing off as his glowing green eyes narrow in displeasure and suspicion. “where were you?”

“My, my, is that your way of saying you missed me, dearest?” Lips ever stretched into a menacing grin move with mocking intent as a way to derail the conversation. To Alastor’s displeasure his shadow doesn’t rise to the bait.

Instead, returning his taunt with earnestness. “of course i missed you. you went somewhere i could not follow.” His shadow twists and turns around Alastor effectively enveloping his whole form in darkness. “don’t do it again.”

They don’t push the topic any further, and Alastor seems to relax in the embrace despite his usual avoidance for physical contact. Especially if he wasn’t the one to initiate it.

Although it had always been different between them. Even now while they were doing the equivalent of hugging, Alastor didn’t actually feel constrained. He could step away at any point and face no objections.

Besides the touch felt more metaphysical than physical. Something his senses perceived but it wasn’t actually there. If he thought long enough he could reason that he wasn’t being touched at all.

Yet he had no reason to because as much as he loathed to admit it, his shadow embrace felt secure instead of overwhelming. It didn’t cause his skin to itch and these past seven years he had missed the feeling.

Not that he would ever admit it.

He didn’t need to with the bond between them singing through compatible radio frequencies. Another thing he had missed in their absence.

“I’ll try not too, mon ombre.” He leaves it at that. His ears drawing back against his cranium preemptively but his shadow doesn’t push. He never did.

“good. lets cause some trouble, ma chaleur” he purrs, slowly uncoiling from the other demon albeit reluctantly. “to make up for lost time,” they add. A wickedness turning their smile into something more demonic.

Alastor watches the transformation with a certain fondness reserved solely for his shadow. “I couldn’t agree more.”

[hazbinsillynight]

The prompt master post!

So it seems like you all are in for this little prompt idea I got! So let’s do this! Of course please note that they won’t be answered immediately. I need time to write and how much depends on my inspiration for the idea. 

So about what I can and cannot or don’t want to write! 

My main one is radiostatic but I can write a few other like Staticmoth (oooh an angsty one), it's a bit harder for me though. There is a thing with Radiostatic that give me inspiration. It can be friendly, platonic, or romantic I don’t mind, I like to write all kinds of relationships.

I’d like to keep this blog about Hazbin Hotel so it would be nice of you to consider it while submitting a prompt.

I’m not really interested in writing about OC yet doesn’t interest me either. If something makes me uncomfortable in your ask/prompt I’ll keep you aware. This post could also be modified in the future if I need to add something to it.

There we should be settled for now! Feel free to ask for more information in the ask or to submit an idea there! I promise I don’t bite (not a lot ^^)