#r-adio

[xluciifer]

twink

⸺ ❝ Aww ... sounds like someone's upset he wasn't the top two contenders for the Hottest Man in Hell. Maybe next year, buddy. Do something about that bowl cut of yours and maybe something will happen for ya. ❞

[lilitophidian]

@r-adio ; ❛  how  could  you  do  this  to  me  ?  ❜

It was something asked for.

Something desired even under the guise of sheer manipulation riddled with the terms of service. One would know exactly what they were getting into if they read such fine print, and the stag himself should have known that being who he was.

Give or take, perhaps the song is adorned with lines among the lyrics. But he fell for such regardless of his greed for power.

HE SIGNED UP FOR THIS.

Now, it wasn't all so cruel. He could ask her for things if he wanted to. On occasion, she'd allow him to do such, maybe even accept such lingering needs. It usually came at a price on whether or not she was in the mood to do so, though.

And here she was, in his tower of frequency as she leaned against where his chair had been. Her arms pressed against his shoulders as she had claws dawned on that cute face of his. The hunter, with a taste for carmine, held his cheeks as she forced the smile more while the mirrored gaze of the window threw back at him.

"Isn't this what you desired? I gave you what you wanted, and I know you aren't a fool....Perhaps this is something you actually enjoy more than you care to mutter out in confession."

A stir of intentions as a matched expression took over features glaring back at him in the reflection as clawed nails dug into the flesh, releasing just a few drops.

It'd heal later like the other markings on his being that hid away from the light.

[m-atchmaker]

❛ if you scare off another one of my customers, i'm not sure i'll be able to forgive you. ❜ / @r-adio .

[l-ucitiel]

❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ / @r-adio

𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓, but his annoyance is burning in his eyes. putting up with alastor proved to be something of a CHALLENGE to him, though he reminds himself to do it for charlie. his stay at the hotel was not nearly as pleasant as he would have liked it to be, while most of them were nice & tolerable for him to be around, as much as he enjoyed getting to spend time with his daughter - one of them was making it not as easy. though he tried hard to keep a calm head, not wanting to hurt his daughter's feelings & image fighting with her hotel director - when she wasn't around, it was a whole other story. without charlie present, lucifer thought it fair game to start some kind of argument with him - clearly, it was what he wanted. seeing him get heated, it only brought on more taunting from the other. a comment on just how intimidating he was at the moment, alastor was SEIZED by his bowtie with the clear intention of forcing him to come down to lucifer's level, little care for the short joke he was likely going to be met with face - to - face. ❛ sure, but what makes YOU so scary? ❜

[fizzroll]

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body / from @r-adio

IT WAS AN UNCOMFORTABLE AREA FOR HIM, not his robotic limbs themselves, but the areas connecting them to his real body. being touched there was not all too pleasant for him, not something that he particularly liked, but something he had grown all too used to during his life of performing. now, after ditching mammon, having to deal with far less of his boundaries being breached. feeling something brush against his arm, just where his parts connected, he jolted quite violently. quick to turn, he looked disturbed - somewhat more so to see that it had been ALASTOR to touch him. it was unlike him, knowing that he was not exactly a person who liked being touched himself. alastor was not too fond of modern technology, that much was all too well known to everyone who knew him, even if it was not something fizzarolli could understand. it was what held him together - the reason he was still able to live happily as he was now. ❛ that's a little WEIRD, don't you think? ❜ weird, even for alastor. rubbing the area he had been touched, he seemed HESITANT to turn his back to him again.

[prnkill]

a trail of red smoke in the shape of claws takes hold of one of the radio demon's hands && spins @r-adio around , directly into valentino's grasp. but the moth chuckles pleasantly , giving the slightest of a bow of his head in greeting. ❛ alastor ... wonderful to see you again , amigo. ❜

[zestials-archive]

news of the extermination's halt spread like wildfire , before it'd even hit the picture boxes --- he was on the move. a swath of shadows searching , cloaking the ruins & ensuring he stayed out of sight of those wandering eyes. nothing more than a mere blip at the corner of vision , there & gone again. you're simply seeing things !

a familiar presence was missing amongst the gathered crowd. a sharp pang in the overlord's chest that spread , curling round his throat with an icy hand the longer he searched. he hadn't been fearful in decades , every outcome was one he expected but losing alastor simply wasn't an option. he had so very few he could depend on living as long as he , so many came & went but over the last century , there had been him.

it's in the remains of his radio tower that he finds him , the stench of blood usually familiar & comforting is nauseating. beginning panic quelled & relief so palpable zestial's shoulders fall with the release of weight. alastor's alive , still drawing breath & that is enough. he moves to his side silently & extends a hand. ( here is my hand that will not harm you. )

" pray thee allow me , " suspiciously similar to a plea in nature , a clench of his jaw. " i shall procure thine escape from this place , @r-adio. " to the safety of his own domain , hidden , to heal without weakness seen as an opportunity.

[hcllishsins]

closed starter ft. @r-adio

" what up hoes , who ' s up for a little party ? " there ' s an explosion as cherri tosses a grenade , blowing a reasonably sized hole in the wall of the hotel . it wasn ' t the first time , and it probably wouldn ' t be the last . she always did like to make an entrance . hearing slight static , the sinner then whirled around , gaze finding the radio demon . " uh , sorry about your wall , mate . where ' s the rest of the brady bunch at ? "