𝐍𝐎𝐖 . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃.

[hellhosted]

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴀʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ . . .

HELLHOSTED – formerly STATIICSTAG. an independent, semi-selective role-play blog for Alastor (the Radio Demon) from Hazbin Hotel. penned by GB (25, they/them). MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. LOW ACTIVITY.

dark themes present, please proceed with caution.

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[hellhosted]

[ hi ]

[staticintone]

“He mentioned a name…? Or something? It was Greek.”

At the very least, he knew that he could trust Armand with whatever this was.

It was starting to haunt him.

“… What can we do?”

[hellhosted]

❝ You don't suppose a good old fashioned reset will work, do you ? One swift smack to that head of his ? If I recall, that is how you adjust the settings on the older models. ❞

Not to worry, Vox. I know you're reading this. He's only kidding.

❝ He did mention another presence, though I'd hardly call two letters a name. Whatever he's seeing, its both within and out of our reach. ❞

[hellhosted]

@staticintone PHONED IN ! – “So… about Vox.” / @voxxisms m!a specific

❝ I know. ❞ Spoken in the tone of an elder gossip, laced with that certain brand of concern and, no doubt, a bit of judgement.

It's mostly concern. Mostly.

❝ He's completely out of his head ! ❞

[voxxisms]

@hellhosted said : [ eats ]

a looming head bending down, huge and more three - dimensional than he had ever been imagining. so much space and air moves when they do, it's like the whole room shifts, with armand at its' center. as gb leans in for him, he evades deftly, using his power to skip and teleport to the other, opposite corner of the room.

❛ i do not make for a pleasant meal, thank you, gb. ❜

[hellhosted]

Alastor - Armand watches quietly as Vox flits from sector of the room to the next, running from what, to him, appears to be an imaginary threat. Behind him that looming presence shivers with laugher . . . taunting.

Blink, blink. He's receiving the most blank of stares.

❝ . . . Who ? ❞ This is, decidedly, not how you beat the 'insane' allegations, Vox !

[hellhosted]

@gctchell PHONED IN ! – "Well, hello there! You look a touch familiar." Bou flashes such a huge grin to the other deer, adjusting his monocle. "Have I seen you somewhere before~?"

That grin is matched equally in its fervor, his own splitting across his face with a near feral intensity. ❝ I couldn't imagine why you'd feel that way. If I were feeling cheeky, I'd almost suggest that one of us should have to change. ❞

More than well acquainted with the concept of there being other variations of himself, at this point, Armand finds himself tickled at the energy exuded by this variation particularly. He has a good feeling about this one.

❝ Armand, my friend. ❞ He offers a hand, and although its not typically his preferred method of greeting, he finds himself more than willing to initiate contact between himself and . . . himself. Nay, he wants it, to feel the differences as much as he can see them. ❝ And how may I refer to you, so to prevent this from becoming far too confusing for either of us ? ❞

[hellhosted]

@shotonce PHONED IN ! – [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart

Alastor had never expected to be given the life he had – a partner, much less children, had been things that had not only seemed too far from his grasp, but, in all sincerity, things he had never envisioned himself wanting. And it still held true that it was not a future he had wanted for himself. But this not being something he desired could co-exist easily with the concept that his family had become something he could not envision himself living without.

He had been the second to go, following shortly after his youngest son in an ill-advised attempt to avenge him. Loneliness was not something he had ever let settle within him, too self-centered before meeting Cosette and, then, once he had met her, not having ever had spent a day without her by his side.

But when he'd arrived . . . It was quiet. It was lonely.

He had busied himself with gaining power, and, slowly, his family began to trickle in. Perhaps he should be disappointed that they'd wound up in Hell, but neither disappointment nor any amount of surprise found him. Of course they had. They would always find each other, wouldn't they ? And it was better they were with him than anywhere else. Here, he would protect them unlike how he had failed to in his life.

Perhaps in his past life, long before childhood love and babies had swept him up, he'd consider the concept of being able to recognize your blood anywhere foolish. But how true it had turned out to be.

❝ Oh, my girl, ❞ Alastor coos, steadying her by her shoulders before pulling Amelie tight against his body, uncaring of if the affection was wanted or not. Other than the static overlay atop his voice, it was undeniably his. Once he's had his fill of holding her tight, she's pulled back by her shoulders again to be studied with pride.

❝ My darling girl, have you missed so much. Welcome home. ❞ A hand cradles the back of her head briefly, carding through curls the way he had when she was just a tot. ❝ There's much to fill you in on. Come along. ❞

[hellhosted]

[ dusts off alastor. im RUSTY ]

[hellhosted]

@bornhosted PHONED IN ! – [ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

Drowsy eyes blink open, both ears giving an individual flick to indicate his slow arrival into the waking world. He was not typically one to sleep all too often, much less partake in an afternoon nap. Whatever had lulled him into such comfort was beyond him, but the coziness followed him into consciousness as he felt the weight of a blanket placed upon his shoulders.

He'd feel much more alarm at being in such an indisposed, vulnerable situation, if it weren't for the fact that he would recognize that silhouette and scent anywhere. He wills himself to not let something overtly fond unfurl within his chest, though he'd be lying if he said he weren't surprised at the gentle act of affection. Why, he'd almost think that to be the act of someone not wishing to be caught . . .

❝ Where are you off to in such a hurry ? It's nearly supper time, I do believe. You'll be joining us tonight, won't you ? ❞ Despite the inquiring tone, you'd best believe it to not be much a question at all.

[transmitubed]

ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴠᴏxᴛᴇᴋ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇꜱ:

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[gctchell]

You know better, babe Than to smile at me like that. You know better, babe Than to hold me just like that. I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you.

A beautiful commission of Cosette & Alastor ( @hellhosted ) cozying up on date night, no doubt taking a well-deserved(?) break from the hustle 'n bustle of feral-grown children and Hotel work.

This absolutely gorgeous artwork was drawn by the very hand of Han over on @aracniss!! Her toyhouse with commission info can be found right here!!

[transmitubed]

ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴠᴏxᴛᴇᴋ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇꜱ:

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[hellhosted]

[ hi life has been a fucking NIGHTMARE recently AND now I'm apartment hunting but i swear I Want to be here 😭 if u think me disappearing over and over is annoying TRUST ITS ANNOYING FOR ME TOO ]

[bornhosted]

#𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃. a hazbin hotel original character . cursed by han . follows from @/aracniss . affiliated , selective , && mutuals only.

[hellhosted]

[ still alive btw !! had some chaotic days at work & then my gf visited and i need some time to recoup from it all but stay tuned ]

[lunememes]

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

[radioiaci]

A hum escapes him as he continues his casual stride, unbothered and unconcerned with the gawping of any other passersby - they are inconsequential to his present fixation onto himself, his gaze not wavering as he eyes the other with keen interest.

Narcissism, perhaps? He has been called worse.

"A few, but not many. Over time, I've been able to pluck the majority of things together - important things, anyway. The middle name is one I've never quite used, not even in my living years. That it exists at all is simply happenstance. So who knows. Perhaps I'll recall it at some point. Or perhaps I will not. To that end, you're welcome to call me what you'd like."

A rare gift and offer posed to precious few. Alastor detests nicknames or pet names if ever given from the position of condescension or overfamiliarity. With present company, however, he finds he does not mind the prospect.

"My last name is Hartfelt, if that is of any significant differentiator."

And he would commit to memory 'Armand'. That was easy to remember.

"Funny. I would not pin you for an Armand." But it is French. And so it settles into his mouth rather nicely.

[hellhosted]

Similarly unbothered by any attention garnered whether it be negative or positive, Armand meets Alastor's eyes with an equal amount of fervor. He has precious few excuses for himself – doesn't everyone wish to know what they look like through their own eyes every now and again ? While they aren't an exact mirror image, he finds spotting the differences to be part of the appeal.

❝ Interesting. That's not at all the case in the Hell I'm from. ❞ And, then, with his usual brand of zero hesitance when it comes to pushing the envelope, he's quick with his next inquiry. ❝ Does that bother you ? While not all my living ventures were of any concrete importance . . . some were. ❞

Hartfelt. Well, if they were sharing –

❝ How sweet a last name for someone of our nature ! As fair is fair, mine was Elwood. Let me stew on a name for you; whilst nothing could be more befitting than Alastor, I think it would be far more confusing to be spouting off a name I share. ❞

His head tilts a fraction, leaning in a touch closer than he might with most, grin widened. ❝ No ? What would you pin me as, then ? Inquiring minds want to know ! ❞