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Years ago, Alastor rejected Vox, in the most humiliating and heartbreaking way possible, and their paths parted. Vox still can't let go of the past, even after seven years of the radio demon's disappearance, searching every face on the streets of the city with his millions of cameras. He finds comfort in Valentino's lustful embrace and dark lipstick marks from Velvette's kisses, but in his dreams he keeps hearing that old familiar voice surrounded by mysteriously beautiful radio static. When the other Vees invent a love potion from Valentino's pheromone-rich saliva, and Alastor finds himself spotted by his watchful cameras near Cannibal Town, Tino plants a certain haunting idea in his head.
Or: Vox gets desperate and tries to use a love potion on Alastor to feel his love and passion, at least for a while. What could possibly go wrong?
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02 Aug 2024
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In Your Dreams, Old Pal by impale-me-radio-daddy (Teshub)
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
16 Jul 2024
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Alastor had never wanted to murder anyone as badly as he wanted to murder the version of Alastor that Vox dreamed of. The creature was, put simply, a simpering, effete idiot.
They were in a high class restaurant in some part of the states Alastor didn’t recognize, all art deco paneling and chandeliers that glowed a soft gold, the kind of lighting that made every patron look like they were being filmed through a Vaseline smeared lens; good skin, bright eyes. Even Alastor was pressed to admit it was a classy joint. Why Vox was dreaming of taking Alastor here was anyone's guess.
“Of course, darling, whatever you want!” The version of Alastor at the dinner table made a tittering little laugh, fingers to its chest where the top three buttons of its shirt were undone, and Alastor's claws itched as he watched from behind his menu at the next table. He didn't laugh like that. Well, perhaps he did, sometimes, but always for terrifying effect.
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Alastor finds himself intruding in the dreams of his friend and assistant, Vox.
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29 Jul 2024
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Literally a masterpiece of contemporary literature ♡ please read the comments on chapter 4 💖
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Vox shouldn't have listened to his intrusive thoughst. One bullet and he's lost his partner. Figuring out his life with Valentino dead, covering up the fact he was behind it, and also whatever the fuck Alastor is up to turns out to be very complicated.
Alternatively, this is a fic about radiostatic being very evil together.
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27 Jun 2024
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The perfect evil love story for two very evil characters <3
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Mandalore at Night (Greetings From!) by BucketofWater
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
28 Mar 2023
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au: The Jedi Temple requires access to resources on Mandalore. As per Mandalorian custom a familial tie must be established to justify the request. The solution presented is simple: wed an accomplished Jedi to a member of Mandalorian aristocracy. Knight Ahsoka Tano is selected for the honour and finds herself presented to the Mand'alor.
Her padawan, Luke, is brought along for the journey.
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Luminous Beings by Insomniac_with_dreams
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars Original Trilogy
17 May 2023
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Under floating buildings are a series of blinking antennas, Din glances at them, only to assure they aren’t going to smack into the Crest, or restrict his escape any further. It takes a glance, then another one, to see the thing clinging to one of the blinking antennas. Din squints, feels his stomach fall as the thing, person, slips. Barely holding on, hanging upside down over an infinite drop. He’s shoving his helmet back over his face and steering his ship down, before Din can think better of it.
The wind howls past his ears as he leans out of a service hatch at the top of the Razor Crest. The ship is cruising, with the little ability it has to do that without a co-pilot or a droid. Din probably has a few seconds to get in and out.
“Hey!” Din’s voice is snatched by the wind, stolen right out of his lungs, but the person turns to look at him. “Let go!”
The man’s face is a mess of bruises and cuts. Blood has crusted along his forehead. Din can’t tell what color his hair is. It's so matted by blood, washed rusty in the Bespin evening. His lips part, hand flexing where it’s collapsed around metal.
“Let go,” Din says again, “I’ll catch you!”
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29 May 2023