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How to properly train your radio demon - with little angelic treats 😉

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Fem!Alastor would totally be Lucifer‘s type - tall, dark, dangerous (and creepy xD)

He would lay all hell to her feet, not that she would want that - she‘s a strong, independant woman, just like her maman, thank you very much!

But I imagine her being very amused by the silly efforts of the short king. 🤣

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Something soft for our favourite pair 🥰

Love how relaxed Alastor looks - and how in love Lucifer looks at him 😍

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Deer!Vox would for sure blow Alastor‘s mind 🤣 - in which way only time would tell 😉

Two strong bucks fighting for dominance? That‘s what I call an interesting concept 😏

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Beautiful fanart from Yuu for my (Sachi) newest FF "Kick up your Heels"!

Look at all the details in the background! Most of them you can't even see, bc their eyes are covering it up, but trust me, I've seen it without the eyes layers - it is all there! Tumblr ate some of the quality bc the OG file was too big QwQ it's still beautiful <3

If you're interested in the story as well...

here's the link -> Kick up your Heels

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4 Times Alastor wanted to fall and the one time he did it involuntarily

It had gotten worse. Alastor cursed and tried to get the bandages to stop clinging to his torso, or more precisely what was left of it. It had been a whole month since the failed extermination and Adam’s lucky hit. The hotel was already up and running again, with Alastor caught right within the chaos yet again.

That damn deal.

It had been the radio demon’s biggest mistake, right after trying to fight the first man on his own.

He felt himself weakening with every passing day and he knew that even with all the angelic meat Rosie had gifted him, there was no other solution than to wager a deal with the devil. Alastor despised the thought. To be shackled to yet another one, to that ridiculous clown of a king on top of that, made his skin crawl in disgust and his fur stand up. He growled in annoyance but finally decided to give in. He couldn’t get back to all those who’d wronged him if he was double-dead. There would be no revenge, a thing that he thought he deserved like nothing else in this universe.

Giving up the fruitless task of fixing up the gash, he ordered his magic to dress him properly before cursing again. Using his powers was like a reflex, the repercussions of doing so nowadays still too new to be already ingrained in his movements.

I have to get that gash healed, post haste. Deciding that it was worth the pain, it would only be brief anyway, and maybe he could use this “hurt” and “helpless” display to address the bleeding heart that all of the Morningstar’s had beating in their chest (by blood, not the one’s married into the family), he slipped into the shadows, using them to travel across the floor, not wanting to be seen by anyone besides the king. And that was only because out of necessity. Who in their right mind would want to spend time with that joke of royalty out of their own volition? Nobody, exactly. Alastor for sure didn’t.

The moment he dived into his trusted shadows he instantly knew something was wrong. The pain was blinding, even without a physical form, something that shouldn’t be possible. He tried manifesting again, just to find that it wasn’t happening. No matter what he tried, how strongly he commanded his shadow to stop the nonsense, it was hopeless.

You’ve become weak.

No! He wasn’t weak. This was just a minor setback! He’d get fixed up right away, back to being right as rain. He just needed to-

You’ve been weak since that day 8 years ago. You know we don’t serve weaklings. They serve us.

Then he felt it. Something all his targets, enemies, victims probably had been all too familiar with: a cold sensation starting to feast on him, effectively tearing his essence apart. Again, he found out that pain was definitely happening in his shadow realm.

Our shadow realm. You were only allowed to traverse it, little deer.

Alastor tried to hold in the screams as unbearable pain was coursing through him; without being able to locate a place of origin it felt all-consuming.

It’s time to perish, oh mighty radio demon.

No! I won’t! This is not over! I’ll swear on my soul! I’ll get back at you for this! The next time you see me, you’ll cower before me! Then you will cease to exist!

Bark all you want, little sinner. There’s no bite behind it. Empty words. Pledges on a soul that’s not even yours anymore.

The hatred in Alastor festered and grew, but at the same time there was a tiny part within him that hoped for someone, a guiding light to come and rescue him.

Nobody will come to save you. He doesn’t even tolerate you. Not even he can find you in here. This is our realm. We rule here.

Blinding pain tore at his being and Alastor’s consciousness faded, going out with a scream. And just like that, the radio demon was no more.

The shadows cackled, now stronger than ever, after having consumed their prior master. Their glee was short-lived though.

The moment Alastor’s shell fell apart, a blinding light, angelic in nature, pure poison for the tainted, tore through them. Comfortably nestled within it laid the now cleansed soul of the radio demon. Free of all sin, all deals. And then, it was gone as well.

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Little Perks of Dating the Radio Demon

It was a recent development. Alastor had known that Lucifer tended to be vocal, not able to shut up and exist in complete silence for any amount of time. But even though he had come to terms with all his quirks and habits, this one was new.

No matter what he was doing, whenever he stopped concentrating on something, be it an activity or a conversation, he would start humming.

Sometimes, mostly while he was tinkering on the newest duck or cooking for the hotel staff, he’d even sing underneath his breath, only single words clearly audible. And Alastor was on the brink of going insane. What was this weird behaviour?

“Can you cease this nonsense?”

Lucifer, who hadn’t paid any attention, whirled around, kinda surprised to not be alone in the kitchen anymore, as he’s currently busy with today’s lunch.

“Huh? What do you mean? It’s my turn cooking today – and we talked about this! You said I should cook this!”

Now it was on the overlord to be confused, “Who is talking about the food? I’m talking about your nonsensical humming!” “Humming?” “Yes! You’re doing it nonstop! For the last week! You really want to tell me you didn’t notice?”

Lucifer stopped and thought about it. “Sorry! I had this song stuck in my head for quite some time. Maybe that’s the reason. I wish I could remember the whole song.”

Alastor felt a vein pulse angrily on his temple. All that nonsense just because his stupid king couldn’t remember a song and had a bit stuck in his little brain? And to add insult to injury, he didn’t even think of asking him, the radio demon, his fucking partner for two and a half years, to help with that certain request?

“Okay, you look pissed. You wanna tell me now, or let it simmer for some time before you explode on me, like you always do?”

Alastor took a deep breath, before crossing the kitchen in a few strides, invading Lucifer’s space, effectively cornering him against the counter, before answering,

“You’re way too lucky that there are some endearing qualities to your person, mon étoile, because let me tell you, your intelligence is definitely not one of those.” “Hey! I was only humming a song! No need to be so mean-!” “Yes! A song. That you couldn’t remember. But here’s an idea: Why not ask someone, who’s whole reputation is about radio, a medium that mostly features, could you guess it? Exactly! Songs! You get it now?”

Lucifer’s face lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning, “You would do that for me? Really?”

Alastor sighed, posture deflating a bit and leaning into his stupid angel.

“Who else would I use my powers for, if not for you, Lucifer.”

A little cuddle session later, the king resumed his task of cooking, while Alastor watched.

“So… what do you need to find the song?” “Simple. I usually ask for the name or the artist, but seeing that you don’t have that, we do a reverse approach. You know some parts of the song. Sing them to me.”

A pretty easy request, at least in Alastor’s eyes. What he didn’t expect was Lucifer to gain a significant uptake in golden colour in his cheeks. Almost like…

“Are you blushing? What kind of song are you thinking of?!” “Nothing what you think! It’s just… one of the newer genres? And… maybe I only remember… a certain… part…”

Alastor shrugged, “Well, it can’t be that bad then… sing, my angel of music.”

Looking like a deer in headlights (it felt strangely nice to not be the one doing that for once), Lucifer kept silent for a few heartbeats. That’s before he turned around again, refusing to look at Alastor while doing this, forcing himself to keep all his focus on the lunch preparations.

He took a deep breath and started humming the tune, building up the courage to actually sing the words stuck in his head out loud.

“In the dark - I see your smile Do you feel my heat on my skin~”

But with every word spilling over his lips, the songs energy, the very thing that had captured his attention, (mostly because it reminded him of all the things Alastor made him feel on a daily basis), came back to him and made him sing the following lyrics proudly,

“Take off your clothes, blow out the fire Don't be so shy, you're alright, you're alright Take off my clothes, oh, bless me, father Don't ask me why, you're alright, you're alright~”

Alastor in the meantime hadn’t been prepared for how those few lines could possibly hit him.

The way Lucifer had just sung them to him, his beautiful voice, full of dark promises and temptation, serenading such lecherous words to him… it made him feel things.

Things he hadn’t been prepared for feeling anytime soon.

“So? You think you can work with that?”

Lucifer’s question ripped him rather violently out of his inner turmoil. Shaking his head, he hummed, pretending to have to think about it. Not like he was already a couple steps ahead, plotting, scheming.

The song? He already knew which kind of abomination had taken root in his beloved’s brain. But in this very moment Alastor had other concerns. Besides that, Lucifer wanted to hear that song again? Well, that could be arranged. And then… then he would make him sing to it.

A few days later, Alastor had requested Lucifer to meet him in the throne room of the palace. An unusual request, but the king was pretty used to his lover’s weird antics at this point.

Opening a portal and stepping through, his ears immediately picked up on the long lost music echoing through the vast room.

“Hey! You did manage to find the song after all! Good job!”

But weirdly enough, Alastor was nowhere to be seen.

“Alastor? Where are you?”

The song was still playing all around him, so he had to be here.

~Home I stay, I'm in, come in Can you feel my hips in your hands? And I'm laying down by your side~

And just then he felt a presence at his back, a very familiar power signature.

“I taste the sweet of your skin~”, Alastor purred against his neck before following through with his words and licking it, slowly, sensually, causing Lucifer to shiver. Before he could respond or react, the presence had vanished, melted into the shadows, and while he would’ve been able to sniff his love out, he felt like playing. The song was going strong still.

This time, Alastor’s voice was mingling with it, still from the shadows, following the chorus, and boy, did that dark voice do bad things to him.

That thought paled to the sight he was gifted in the next moment. Alastor, appearing right in front of him, in the very same nun-outfit he’d fought him in the first time they had met, before taking another step closer and – “Take off my clothes, oh, bless me, father” – going on his knees, hands folded like he was praying to him, “Don't ask me why, you're alright, you're alright~”

And let me tell you… there were no questions asked after this.

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Guess what I managed to achieve?! Hell yes! I gently bullied my wife to draw us another gorgeous piece of art! Since you (and me) liked the other piece of Alastor pinning Lucifer‘s hands down (with ease - bc in my headcanon the little king is a sucker for getting manhandled by his deer 😏) have another one - sweet trope of red string of fate included 😍🥰

And while I really like the red string on Lucy‘s finger, I think it‘s overdue for Alastor to place some kind of claim on there, am I right? 😉

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all our dear followers and fellow RadioApple Shippers! 🩵✨📻🍎

Those Valentine’s Day outfits nearly killed us 🥵😍😂 - so of course Yuu had to draw them: A little smooch for the sappy holiday (with some spice of course 😏) - the Ace of (the king’s and our) Hearts! ❤️

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Happy New (Chinese) Year! It’s the year of the snake! So have a little something to celebrate this - featuring our favourite snake and deer duo 🥰

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Happy new year to our wonderful followers!

Yuu rediscovered this lovely trend and decided to do it too - so you could get a little glimpse of the chaotic brains behind the fanworks on this blog ✨

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Let’s run away - Alpha Centauri should be nice this time of year~

Human!Alastor and Lucifer ❤️ - a very intriguing concept to me tbh - I’ve seen and read definitely not enough of that 🙈

Tumblr hates the high quality picute - so please take the jpg xD

It’s still so pretty 🙈

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Additional Tags: RadioApple, Nun!Alastor, at least his outfit has a revival, catholic trauma turned into a ff, Confessions, repenting for sins, in a pretty unique way, Alastor is a Tease (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Has a Tail (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor also has female parts in this one, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, whatever that one may look like Summary:

Alastor makes Lucifer build a chapel in hell, because a certain nun hasn’t done his confessions in quite a while. The king of hell is eager to help out and offer some fun ways to repent for his sins ;)

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Nun!Alastor appearing just in time for all of you to confess the sins you amassed after looking at the pic of Al&Lucy's funtime at the radio tower xP But who wouldn't confess to such a perfect depiction of devotion to the (un)holiness? Very demure, very mindful XD And maybe he'll let you sin some more? xP

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Back to the prior topic of eating - check out underneath the cut to find out what Alastor and Lucifer are up to as soon as the first goes off-air 😉

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Fem!Radioapple for my entertainment and enjoyment only - but I'm feeling generous enough to share it with you all 🩵 Every fandom needs some good genderbend, don't ya think? I like the subtle changes to their outfits without changing too much or even the vibe of them~ I wonder how courting between those two women would go...~ I don't picture their personalities to be all too different, if even different at all, so probably pretty similar to the male's courting~

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Lucifer for sure hadn't thought that plan all the way through (as always xD) But who would've thought that Alastor, the oh so scary radio demon, could ever be interested in him? (Everyone with functioning eyes and a brain in their head) So taunting him with putting on deer-like features shouldn't have backfired that hard, right? (Nope, it was a pretty bad idea from the start, bestie~)