Radio and the Internet had a love child and we called it Podcasts
I prefer the classic radio!
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alastor I need you so bad.
" HahaHA! Flattering, but what makes you think I feel the same way, hm? I'm afraid there aren't any special treatments my darling! "
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How I imagine a Stag/Buck Deer!Y/N arriving at the Hotel.
Alastor (instinctualy feeling threatened): Oh how wonderful! It's been awhile since I've had some special venison*. (*Read: sinner venison, deer sinners are pretty rare.)
Charlie: Now remember Al, they're a guest here and we agreed to not eat our guest. Besides, maybe you'd get along with them? Aren't deer herd animals? Maybe you could bond over... instincts?
Alastor (visibly annoyed): Very well then. In that case, I'll just have to introduce myself. But don't get your hopes up, my dear, all because they share the same form as me doesn't mean we'll enjoy eachothers company. We might even become mortal enemies! You never know!
(cut to several hours later).
Angel (looking over at Alastor locking antlers with Deer!Y/N for the third time that day): They're flirting, right? That how deers flirt, right?
Husk (looking over to see Alastor untangling his antlers from Deer!Y/Ns only to start ramming his antlers at theirs a few seconds and getting stuck again): Yep. They're flirting... Well, Al is atleast.
Angel (chuffing his hands around his mouth): GET A ROOM!
whoever requested this I’m gonna give you the biggest kiss. I’m so in love with you ONFKSNSKSKAKAKAKAKJAKAKA
Ur a good competitor, it’s definitely flirting 🤭
I can imagine y/n being confused, not a “why is he doing this?” Confused, but a “why does he KEEP doing this?” Confused LMAO
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Cool staff, I've been thinking of changing my scythe to a staff, but that would make killing hard.
You definitely get better agility with a scythe.
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how do you feel being babygirl
I beg your pardon.
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@sanguineradio
A roller coaster didn’t come close to the journey Husk’s emotions had taken recently. When Alastor went missing during the rebuilding efforts, Husk had spent long nights lying awake wondering. How had Alastor died? What sort of power vacuum would arise in the pentagram? And most haunting of all: why should he care?
That wasn’t to say Husk didn’t know why he did care - he had history with Alastor. Late nights listening to jazz, shit-talking the Vee’s, even playing cards when Husk was drunk enough not to ruminate on the game that landed him in this predicament. Alastor was familiar, ever present…and then he was gone.
Husk hated that he missed him. He hated that he got his hopes up about how to move forward. And he hated when Alastor returned in a mocking blaze of glory. But most of all, Husk hated that some small part of him was relieved.
The bartender paused outside Alastor’s room, medical kit in hand. He took a steadying breath before rapping a pattern that fell on the beats of “dressed, without a smile” and waiting.
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We know you can be a softie. Don’t make us pull out the receipts.
Oh, you must be mistaken, my dear! I am anything but a softie
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*smacks back of ur head* fix your fuck ass bob deer boy >:)
" My mɏ! Looks like sømɇønɇ didn't receive any education on basic manners, hm? Shall I teach you the hard way? Or will you wisely take the grateful chance I'm giving you to make up for your mistakes? "
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Goo goo, am being cawwied by @duckciferthecg.
Hee hee, I too big, sowwy yucky ducky.
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