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they say the world will end in fire and brimstone by Irullana
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
05 Apr 2026
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A dog will gnaw on the table’s leg, and a cat will claw the drapes, and a television will drink from his master’s cup and swallow his pills. And, Alastor thinks, if the pet is very clever and very frightened, he will pick the one lock he was forbidden to touch, to remind himself that he still has teeth, to remind himself that he is here and he matters and he endures!
The Radio Demon’s smile unfurls, slow and delighted. Oh, Vox. What delicious, suicidal, fun!
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nothing lasts (except the mornings we still wake to) by Irullana
Fandoms: A Practical Guide to Evil - erraticerrata
04 Apr 2026
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Amadeus does not look at her when he asks the next question. “And what became of them?”
“The Emerald Swords killed them, of course.” Hye says it lightly, almost idly. “One day I woke up and found the world I knew painted red.”
Or: Amadeus and Hye, through the years.
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The word lovesick floats to the surface of Vox’s mind, unbidden and absurd. Lovesick, as if the Radio Demon has ever bent to anything so pedestrian as longing. What use does a creature like Alastor have for love?
But the fever is real, and the scent of it is thick in the air, curling into Vox’s vents until his fans stutter on.
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Alastor wonders, sometimes, whether Vox is trying to map the boundaries of what he will endure, to find the point where his pride will shatter, to see if the Radio Demon will finally, truly break for him.
The thought is unsettling. He does not like the idea that the old Vox would have taken the same surrender given the chance. It is easier, perhaps, to treat his friend’s shortcomings as a fault of modernity.
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for the liars who say they will catch you when you fall by Irullana
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
06 Jul 2025
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Tomorrow, Vox will feed to her sharks her lowest-performing producers. She will measure their worth in thrashing limbs and screams and the froth of red water, and their colleagues will watch.
But not today. The ledger of debts and loyalties lies closed. There is no empire here, no arithmetic of profit and loss. Today, she is with Alastor, and there is only the razor-edged luxury of her dear Allie’s attention.