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sunlit-mess · 1 day

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Ba’t ‘di mo masagot lahat ng tinatanong?

#messyr #my sister be editing this w the song tho #ovo we usually share ideas insp by songs #doodle #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel #radiosilence #radiostatic #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #human alastor #human vox #hazbin hotel fanart

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bdjapan · 1 day

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“What if Alastor had met Lucifer when he was human?” Maybe he approached Charlie to meet Lucifer.(Those are all my delusions hehe)

This is an illustration I've always wanted to draw! Comic pages are cut out from the canvas, so the edges of the pages are visible , sorry😅

『もしも生前アラスタくんとルシパパが出会っていたら？』

チャーリーに近づいたのは最終的にルシを見つけたかったから､､､？とかそんな妄想してる

人間アラルシ興味あるのでずっと描いてみたかったんですけど、いざ描いたら筆止まらんくて気づいたら一つのキャンバスに漫画部分まで全部描いちゃってたよね（理性が効かない）なので全部そのキャンバスからの切り抜きです。

ただの人間だと思って不用意にアラスタくんに近づいて調子乗ったらガチやばサイコパス野郎だったルシの受難シリーズもっと見たい。

#alastor #alastor x lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #radioapple #アラルシ #appleradio #human alastor #human lucifer #human au

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virydia · 3 days

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Always

Wanted an excuse to draw human alastor and Estelle _(:3 」∠)_

Can’t stop thinking that Estelle wanted to be a doctor when she grew up because she had to constantly patch him up 😭

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #my art #oc x canon #alastor #estelle #radiosiren #📻 🎙️#alastor x oc #alastor x reader #human alastor #human estelle

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worldofkuro · 3 days

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The Doe's Hunter.

#alastor headcanons #human alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #human alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor scenarios #alastor #alastor x you #digital artist #digital drawing #digital art #painted smile art #painted smile #digital illustration #my art <3 #my artwrok #my artwork

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hazbinhotelie · 2 days

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Could you maybe do Alastor with a reader who is a big fan of his radio and serial killer work when from when he was alive?

I feel like he'd turn it into a game when he realises and keeps hinting but never outright saying he and this radio host they admired in life are one and the same.

The moment I stumbled upon Mr. Hartfelts radio broadcasts, my life changed. His voice, rich and captivating, pulled me in, and his dark humor kept me coming back for more. There was something magnetic about the way he spoke, a charisma that was impossible to ignore. I had devoured every broadcast, every hint of his dark deeds cloaked in the guise of entertainment.

He’d cover the local news, which of course, included crime. He seemed to have a particular fascination with the local murders, the most infamous of which was carried out by someone called the Bayou Butcher. The other murderers would disappear days after they’d been mentioned on the show, but he was the most consistent. The style of his killings was profound, easy to identify, and so was the pattern of who he targeted.

What was interesting was Mr. Hartfelts knowledge on the cases, how he was able to describe the events better than the police did in official reports. Most brushed it off as apart of his story telling skills, but I noticed more. Little details unavailable to the public, and in some cases, even the pi,ice. Details he wouldn’t know unless he was there- unless he was the Bayou Butcher. I wasn’t a snitch, and I had no hard evidence, so I kept that little secret to myself.

What fascinated me most was the way he targeted those who preyed on the weak. In a twisted sense, he was a vigilante, dispensing his own brand of justice. It was a dangerous admiration, but I couldn't help it. There was something thrilling about the idea that someone out there was standing up for those who couldn't defend themselves.

When I found myself in Hell, it was a shock to say the least. But the real surprise came when I met a fellow named Alastor. His charm was just as potent, his radio motif drew me in, and there was an air of familiarity about him that I couldn't quite place. He seemed to take an immediate interest in me, and before long, we became close. Close enough that I felt comfortable sharing my fascination with that infamous radio host from my living days.

"I was a huge fan," I confessed one evening as we sat together in the lounge. "Listened to every broadcast. It was like he was speaking directly to me."

Alastor's eyes gleamed with interest. "Is that so? Quite the mysterious figure, wasn't he?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! The way he dealt with those horrible people, it was... well, it felt like justice. In a way no one else had the courage to deliver."

He chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "Indeed. A unique approach to morality, wouldn’t you say? What was it that drew you to him so much?"

I paused, considering my answer. "I guess it was the idea that someone could take a stand. Do something about the evil in the world, even if it was in such a drastic way."

Alastor's smile widened, a knowing glint in his eye. "A very admirable perspective. Some might even say... inspiring."

There was something in his tone that made me wonder, but I brushed it off. It wasn't the first time he'd said something that made me think he knew more than he let on.

As the weeks passed, Alastor began dropping more hints. Subtle, almost playful. He'd mention details about the broadcasts, things only a true insider would know. It was like a game, and I was eager to piece it together.

One night, as we walked through the streets of Hell, he turned to me with that familiar, mischievous smile. "Tell me," he began, "what would you say if you found out your admired radio host was still around, in some form or another?"

My heart skipped a beat. "You mean... here? In Hell?"

He chuckled. "Hypothetically speaking, of course. But if it were true, how would that make you feel?"

I considered it, a shiver of excitement running through me. "I'd be thrilled, I think. To know that someone I admired so much was... well, real. And still carrying out his work."

Alastor's eyes twinkled with delight. "Well, my dear, perhaps you should keep your ears open. You never know what you might discover."

The next day, I woke to find an old radio sitting on my bedside table, one that looked suspiciously similar to the model Alastor had described in one of his stories. I turned it on, and the familiar voice that filled the room sent chills down my spine. It was unmistakable. Unfiltered, no transatlantic accent. It was him, Mr. Hartfelt.

I confronted him that evening, my heart pounding with excitement and a hint of fear. "Alastor," I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "is it you? Are you the radio host?"

He smiled, that enigmatic, knowing smile. "What do you think?"

It was all the confirmation I needed. My admiration for him grew tenfold, knowing that the man I had looked up to, the man who had taken a stand against the worst of humanity, was right here with me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, a mix of awe and curiosity in my voice.

He chuckled, pulling me into a close embrace. "Where's the fun in that? It's much more entertaining to watch you figure it out."

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geikurre · 3 days

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