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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

#Eepystories #nsfw #FAPFridays #Radioapple #Shadowapple (?) Is that a thing? It is, just checked hells yeah Thanks to Geist and a forgotten pillow, I'm rewriting this whole bit into something even better and juicier so here, you hungry hounds. Enjoy these scraps!

He hadn't moved far from the sinner's main door. It was the furthest Lucifer would allow himself to get with his grace not able to reach any further. As it stood, he knew Alastor would barely feel the more potent effects so far away, but the fallen seraph needed space. A slight gesture created an unobtrusive sitting arrangement- simply a plush chair and side table for him to occupy.

Sighing so heavily he blew stray strands of blond hair further askew, Lucifer took his seat. Another swirl of magic saw his hair fixed and hat returned safely atop his head after it'd fallen when...

*Oh*. Shit.

That had really happened, hadn't it? Lucifer's hand shot to his bare shoulder, healed to perfection with the same ease as if it'd been his own hands that made the wound. He found himself wishing he remembered the end better, or left some evidence of the mark. A bruise, even a deep ache would have been nice. Maybe next time...

His hand slapped hard on his face, "What next time? That'd been... A mistake. Yeah. All it was."

It had felt incredible though. Lucifer's first touch in *years* and his body eagerly remembered the man under him, his numerous eyes watching the scene in nearly every spectrum known and unknown to humanity up until the crashing end. Alastor's body had been moving in sync with the devil's, been warmed and reciprocated each wave of pleasure they shared.

The king startled from his reminiscing, covered face flush with gold, when a chill crept down his other hand, joining it at his crotch. Ruby overtook yellow in Lucifer's eyes, emotions swelling within him, as the shadow's hand pressed his down, grinding his palm on his already aching cock. When the shadow's light grip guided his hand to drag upwards, its long claws overhanging his own played a series of circles into the clothed tip. Lucifer whined, feeling the dark creature wiggling between his back and the chair, a barely there whisper against his neck. Its lips were static on his skin, tingling cold sending sensations he'd dreamed about in recent early mornings since meeting the demon straight to his cock. He desperately wished his pants weren't so damn tight or that he could justify snapping them away in the semi-public hallway. His bedroom was too far to keep Alastor's blood in check too. He was stuck- a rock in a hard place.

"This better- *nmm fuck, yes, there* -n-not be a joke, sha- *ah* -dow!"

Lucifer's zipper was down thanks to several small black tendrils and the shadow's hand had pushed Lucifer's aside so it could slip inside. Buried between layers of finely tailored, regal circus wear and soft, silky underwear, the wispy hand explored the length of his shaft- he'd gone with a fairly small look in recent years, making him feel positively dwarfed in the shadow's massive hold -until it sunk lower and cupped his small set of balls through what little give the fabric had. More pairs of inky tentacles set about slithering up his partially untucked shirt, one even managed to snap his trusty suspenders across a nipple, making him squawk in surprise. The shadow laughed its creepy cackle at him, its head right against his own to tickle his 'ear' with its tongue, and snapped the band again.

"Ah! Stop that, you little- *nnm*!" Lucifer's protest was cut entirely when a line of stark chill wrapped around the base of his heated member. The creature's fingers cradled his balls, blunted tips pressing and squeezing them in tandem with its thumb circling his tip. Occasionally the thumb slid under the skin hiding his cock's head to make Lucifer's hips jerk, only for him to be held back by the mass of tendrils slithering across his torso. "*Ye-esss,*" Lucifer hissed out, his hips straining against the hold. "Th-there, plea-aase!" He whined, begging the shadow with every pant of breath as it granted the king's wishes and tightened the cold tentacle while gripping the short length spanning not even half its palm to start a firm pump.

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

#Alastorstail #Alastor #EepyArt #HazbinAlastor #HazbinHotelAlastor Okay I wasn't happy with my little 30 min drawing before, but I spent a fair bit longer on this one and, thanks to my sweetest @cursedsuperbia.bsky.social, I was able to get the pose right! Choo choo!~ 🚂💨💨

$A drawing on paper depicting Alastor from Hazbin Hotel laying on his stomach, undershirt pushed above his waist to show off his deer tail mid-sway. His spine has a line of thick red fur that leads down to the tail and along the tail's bone, then a layer of black fur grows under that, and finally a layer of white fur peaking out underneath. His legs are playfully held in the air in a loose half-cross, sharp red hooves in full display with little red spikes above. The 'heel' of his feet\hooves have tufts of fur. This fur is black from a certain point down, but left uncolored to show the lines better. The fur on his legs is finer\thinner for most of the season! I also gave him venus dimples :3$

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

#eepystories I have no idea how or when my phone randomly changed "F-fuck" to 🦖. My phone was left in the truck mid-work and I just came back to it like that?? Lu, you trying to tell us something, buddy?

A picture of text that says:
be held back by the mass of tendrils slithering across his torso. "🦖"

(Had to HEAVILY crop this one to keep it PG 🤣)

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

Tail train! This is from when he's drinking and being all angry about his wound in the mirror :3 I feel like his tail is a scruffy mess at the best of times but grows fairly long when he ignores it! (Some extra info on that in alt) #Alastorstail #Alastor #HazbinAlastor #HazbinHotelAlastor

$A drawing of part of a screenshot from the show Hazbin Hotel, depicting Alastor's back end as he's half bent forward with his main coat off. He's shown with a tail that is red with black tipped fur like his hair. The tail is in a rough, messy state and not cared for, drooping downwards and capable of reaching mid-thigh. Not really shown- the underside of the tail is fully white I have a small theory\dark hope that he docks his tail on a regular basis, preferring not to have it at all. Of course, being a demon in hell, it eventually regrows.$

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

It's not much, but here's a doodle that took me all day and also only the third and fourth faces I've ever drawn wooo....it shows- but kiss train weeee (kinda feels wrong posting this next to anything spider has done but fuck it we ball) Also bonus fic scene this is based on! #radioapple #eepyart

PLEASE EXCUSE THE MESS very rainy day >.<

Lucifer is kissing an unconscious Alastor, whose bangs are pushed back to show a widows peak and his death mark. Alastor has a passive grin on his face and a slight show of freckles, his body hidden under a fuzzy blanket.
Lucifer has a small smile and almost sad look as his hand threads through Alastor's messy hair.

Lucifer Morningstar also wasn't human or sane. He was impulsive to a fault and he was *tired*. Tired of being left alone. Tired of losing everyone and everything around him. Tired of *wanting*.

A quiet trill rumbled in the angel's throat as he leaned over the peaceful sinner, the yellow glow of his own eyes gently illuminating the wounded man's face. It was high time the Serpent of Free Will lived up to that title- consequences be damned. Lucifer brushed aside familiar, dual colored bangs from Alastor's forehead then pressed his lips against where he now knew the sinner's death mark to be. The angel lingered, savoring the tepid skin against his own for a moment longer.

Silence rang throughout the room, then an answering trill punctured the air. Similar to Lucifer's, though distorted and louder, it startled him away from Alastor with an alarmed squawk. Shit. He'd forgotten about the shadow.

"Oh umh I uh..." Lucifer started to explain, "I was just... Checking his temperature! Yeah uhm he's getting cold again let me- Woaah!"

Pulled up into the air by several feet, the shadow had coiled around him again, its entire being vibrating with sound not unlike a purring cat. They spun in a tight circle as Lucifer's massive wings instinctually flared from his back to catch him if he was dropped. Thankfully, it seemed the shadow had no interest in letting him go, preferring instead to swing him around in a dance to music only it could hear.

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

#WIPWedneday #eepystories #radioapple #appleradio Cw; Clothed grinding, bone grinding?, blood drinking, a big chomp, animalistic behavior, technically noncon with context So this was gonna be part of the what if, but honestly has been entirely absorbed into the main fic b\c its just so yum lol

Alastor's hips bucked up, a long, deep groan crackling past the thick layer of static choking the air. The movement ground his ribcage against Lucifer's own trapped member.

Mentally cursing a berating storm at himself, Lucifer could only desperately chase the touch, borderline unconscious though it was. The lithe sinner's prominent ribs proved to be perfect for the king to rut against and his own sounds joined the Radio Demon's in a sinful duet of need. Another thrust nearly broke their mouths apart, but Alastor reached up and yanked both of Lucifer's middle wings close, grabbing them by limb and feathers all to keep them pinned together. Lucifer's tail slipped under, around, under, and around Alastor's waist. Then the spaded end pressed firmly on the buck's wanting cock as the tail held the man in place, squeezing tightly. His mouth hung open, bloodlust temporarily forgotten at the sensation. The fallen angel took the opportunity to shove his face into the crook of the deer's neck, his healed tongue flicking wildly at the man's thick, musky scent and perspiration.

He still smelled like the bottom of the bayou- decay, horrific in the mild sweetness- but the coppery blood lingering in his mouth pulled sharply at Lucifer's repressed serpentine instincts so strongly that he attempted to bite the sinner. Fortunately, the curse stopped his teeth and fangs from sinking in.

Alastor had no such ancient punishment preventing him, however.

"AH! Fu-fuck-!" Lucifer gripped the cannibal's shoulders tighter as intense pain shot through him from rows of vicious teeth gnawing into his shoulder. He nearly came then and there, grinding hard on the lines of bones under him. It just wasn't enough, somehow. "That- mmm *fuck*- that all you got, Bellhop?"

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

#Alastor #nsfw #HazbinAlastor #HazbinHotelAlastor #EepyArt Cw: Deer\Cervine penis My bad, first posting of this was unspoilered! Kiiinda my first time posting anything like this, so forgive me 🙏 Not too bad for my first hand in a decade and I'm pretty proud of the result! Need to work on fur tho

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel holding his cervine dick almost casually, precum beading up from the tip. There is a prominent vein and a ring thing (still haven't looked up the name for it sry) near the base of his slit. He's very fuzzy with fur that curls messily

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

Seeing as we're on the last day, I'll post the first two lookies of our current tied leaders! One vote to break the tie or we'll leave it to a random roll!

A paper picturing a looming forest pathway covered in fallen foliage, leading into a curve and unseen potential.

So sorry the bushes are barely bushes, gave up halfway >.<

A creepy cave entrance, marked by a sign claiming "Danger!"

Small signs of collapse are seen along the ground and outer wall

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 27/07/2026

Uhm. I found a pretty flower I haven't gotten around to identifying yet that I wanted to show my wifey later? Smelled kinda minty tbh. Was nice

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 26/07/2026

Okay okay okay so I looked some more in my usual, obsessive way And maybe he just has a REALLY long neck-tube sorta thing? But also sorta 'hammerspace'? Here we can see, obvs, blood. It's Red af. We've got a single, bigger tube that's his neck and seems to move the blood and such, but also 2 tiny-

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

Wow look, new #HazbinhotelLucifer shirt drop in the wild (it is not actually merch disclaimer, for those in the back) Thanks rando insta ads this is great

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

#eepystories I wanna say I'm about halfway done with Painkiller ch 3 now :D Been making myself take an hour to write while I'm at home, instead of just writing at work and it seems to be a positive for now!

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

#eepystories #radioapple Another Painkiller snippet- Lucifer is sad again, but he's not quite as alone as he fears!

"If you're sure, dad. Maybe he'll let Niffty..." her words fell on deaf ears as Lucifer began his spell to teleport upstairs again. The strained grin he had plastered on fell instantly as he slid his back down the closed door to bury his head in his hands.

"'Keep fucking everything up, Lu, and you'll just be alone all over again."

He was so *stupid* to think he could keep anyone close. Heavens forbade Lucifer for experience humanity's joy- he should know better by now!

Bitter chuckling turned swiftly into sobs that wracked his tiny form as a fountain of tears threatened to drown him. Lucifer only curled on himself tighter as Edith slithered down from the crown of his hat to flick her little tongue at his face. She bullied her way around his hands trying to swipe the tears away before resting her thumb-sized head on his 'nose'.

"H-hey, sweetie," Lucifer sniffed pathetically, moving to support her with his knees. "You don't have to join the pity party every time, you know."

Edith stared into his eyes, beady black meeting glimering ruby. Another tongue flick.

"You know the other Sins don't count. Satan half hates me anyways and even *he's* got someone!." A summoned handkerchief helped him catch up with the streaming tears. "Ozzie and Bee, too... Mammon's in love with money and, well... I don't think he's ever running out of that. All of them have their people! Mine... Ugh." A shiver ran down his spine, only half having to do with think of the court hellscape his Ares Goeta have made. "They're better off without me. Just like L- AAHCK!"

Some creeping, absurdly cold thing had crawled up the back of his uniform, touching the back of his neck.

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

I'm incredibly happy I managed to finish this in time! Uhm. Not sure why the thingy is a tad glitched, but here's a s\c-

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

Spoiler warning for my fic! #Eepywrites -Painkiller Also new tag to ignore at will GUYS GUYS GAYS GUYS TITLE DROP ROLL CREDITS

"Your shadow actually did that part!"

Static hissed and he could feel his antlers grow a tine at the very thought. The offending creature was nowhere to be seen, though Alastor could feel the presence hidden under the king's abandoned seat.

"Then you let a simpleminded minion stitch up a sinner with angelic thread."

"No- well... Kind of? It's not angelic steel- it won't hurt you!"

"I should hope not!"

"Since it's made of my grace, it's actually stopping your bleeding! Mostly."

Alastor raised an eyebrow at that. Grace? *Mostly?* "What, exactly, did you do to me?"

"I. Saved. You. Hell, if you hadn't been stuck to me like glue lately, you would've bled out weeks ago! Now that I think about it, that's gotta be why- your body is craving me!"

A audible record scratched, shattered into pieces, and scattered to the four winds. "What." There was no possible way Lucifer of all obtuse idiots down in this pit could kn-

"Yeah, my grace is keeping it from hurting. Humans get addicted to those uhm. What do they call 'em... Oh! Painkillers, don't they?"

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 22/05/2026

Honestly not surprised. This checks out pretty accurately

Shows a wheel of characters from Hazbin Hotel with Lucifer @90% and Alastor @85%, the others having lesser values with Charlie being the smallest @30%

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 13/05/2026

So I'm very neutral with some side ✨ spice✨ lol

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 09/05/2026

Okay so I have a smidge of free time to look rq and yeah no I have a scene in mind and everything rn ty for the suggestion!!! I cannot believe they named her Eve omg this is golden it's writing itself ahahaahh

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

#EepyRamblies Okay to those of you who are like "What do you mean the story went differently than planned? You're the writer!" We mean that the characters are silly little things with their own life. See the alt text fr

{Confused, Lucifer asks what he means and Alastor asks what Lucifer wants and why he stitched him up. He’s insulting Lucifer the whole time, defensive af.

Lucifer answers that he just saw him hurt and wanted to help. Alastor doesn't believe him, but stops trying to rip his stitches out. He asks Lucifer why he was treating him differently.

Lucifer says that Alastor is someone who needs healing right now and was never in any condition to fight}

This is the original direction I outlined (yes, my outlines are RoUgH, I know). Alastor is mid freakout about Lucifer being in his room and being only half dressed and saved by someone. Lucifer is just trying to be nice (mostly for charlie's sake tbh) and giving a better parental speech to Alastor than he's ever done to his actual Daughter lol

{An obsidian hand, rough and too familiar, clapped over his face to cover only most of his mouth. Such a tiny thing, the king was. Tiny and stupid. Does he not know to keep his hands to himself? Much less in the presence of someone like Alastor?

Needle-sharp teeth gleamed as his mouth opened wide and the cannibal leaned forward subtlety, only to freeze a split second before snapping shut around nothing.

Lucifer's spaded tail had poked his nose. The distraction was all the cunning serpent needed to not lose his hand, leaving Alastor momentarily stunned.

"Boop!" Lucifer dared to wink before breaking out in ringing laughter, "Hahah! You should see your face, bambi! What's wrong, someone steal your snack? Haa-oof!"

A pointed elbow collided with the king's already abused ribs}

They have devolved into 'play' fighting out of nowhere. I didn't plan this or even muse on it. Lucifer was just supposed to be a grown up for Once in his Life and he just can't my dudes. He refuses

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 28/04/2026

Guess who finished ch 2?! Me I done did it weeee archiveofourown.org/works/808159... #Radioapple #EepyRamblies #HazbinHotel #Hellaverse Upped the chapter rating and added a few tags. Please let me know if I need to add another tag or twenty- I swear I won't be annoyed! It would help a lot! Enjoy~

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 16/04/2026

#EepyRamblies So bluesky is shitting itself....... Perfect time to show how much worldbuilding I waste time on! #WIP for Making a Devil. The longest fic I'll hopefully ever make because this is. A lot. Still working on painkiller, just not in the mood to edit weeeeee

2,111 words. 11855 characters.

All for pre-story notes.

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

Can I offer some rough WIP in these trying times?

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 06/04/2026

May I humbly present more evidence? (View alt text!)

From the Lucifer Jar scene- Alastor, further away, legs are pretty spread. Their exchange hasn't gotten heated yet, though

Now, Alastor is closer, his legs are crossed honestly kinda weirdly. Like really focused on pressing his thighs together, imo, instead of more comfortably placing the ankle on the knee perpendicularly. No, instead, his calf is basically holding onto that knee for deer (hah) life. Like dude. That looks uncomfy!

Bonus- from Dad Beat Dad when Mimsy popped in and so rudely interrupted their first ever bitch fight 💔
Look at those ANGLES
That staff is in quite the position my friends

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 24/03/2026

@redramstooth.bsky.social IT CAME IN A DAY EARLY Apple for scale because I DID NOT expect the size of this beauty! My only regret is that the hecking mail person put it through the door slot where it got caught and hung for a few hours because @cursedsuperbia.bsky.social was sleeping and I 🧵

Don't mind the stabbings in the table. I was very angry a few years ago h ah

Pictured: Playing God sat on a black table with a red apple to the right side for funny scale and an actual ruler to the left for real scale (a whole foot tall!)

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

I completely understand the want\need for a prompt! It's what started my whole journey on fic writing proper tbh. And, well, we aren't friends, but I'm always open to becoming pals with more peeps on here :D I do hope you feel better! Here's a lil part from an upcoming chapter of one of my fics

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 08/03/2026

It's finally out folks. Painkiller, a 6(ish) part series with part 1 out now! It only took over half a year to finish one chapter (thank you anxiety for making me edit this no less than 20 times) and changing entire writing programs! #radioapple #eepyramblies archiveofourown.org/works/808159...

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 07/03/2026

Sinner regeneration worked! As far as I can tell, it's been over a month since the battle when we see the wound go from fresh to partially healed. The deeper part in the middle still bleeds relatively easily, as we see with his fight vs Vox So his own force is possibly enough, just too slow for 🧵 👇

Alastor's fresh wound spanning diagonally from his shoulder to his lower ribs, leaving a deep, jagged cut

Over a month later, Alastor's open shirt reveals the wound is at least half the original size with dark grey scarring showing us just how big the wound used to be

Alastor post-thrown into the shoppe wall, blood can be seen seeping through his shirt under his suit. There's enough blood that Vox sees it

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 07/03/2026

Again, we have no explicit proof. If she healed his chest wound, wouldn't she have healed his arm too? Cause this (though it could just be leftover blood) looks not that healed to me. We know how easily he hides his wounds and pain from other (he instantly does it in front of rose when she pops up)

A screenshot of the last episode, you can see Alastor's bloody left arm holding his fixed staff

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 06/03/2026

9 games that make\made me who I am 🔗: my9games.com

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

Don't mind me again! Though, I will say this particular piece is getting a friend very, very soon :)

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

Don't mind me, just adding pics so this piece can actually be found! Need to figure out the weird spacing Ao3 is doing to my fics still lol

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Sleepy Specter @sleepyspecter.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

WIP Wednesday let's goooo A teeny tidbit from the first chapter of Painkiller (I can't wait to release this fic ahhh! Needs more work tho, for sure). Will deffo not be posting something every Wednesday, but I figured I could share this much for now :3 #radioapple #fanfiction #hazbinhotel

Ahead of them stood a glorious, massive apple dripping with golden caramel that decorated the signage of a busy station. Masses of people crowded around it, children wailing in want and adults complaining about the wait. Between the shifting forms, Lucifer could spy vats of caramel and a myriad of toppings. Did he raise too far and reach the Heavens? No, Alastor was still beside him and there was no way St. Peter would let him through the Gates.

Sweet, sugary goodness called his name as he watched on- the crowd not moving whatsoever as a group of small children told their parents what they wanted. The king sighed wearily. It had been a long day already- wading through a horde of human children hyped up on sweets sounded like a worse idea than the teacups but for an entirely different reason. He recalled that he never took his medicine for the day. Not that it would’ve helped with the sheer volume of ups and downs the trip had given him, but maybe he would’ve had the mental energy to get him to the stand of his dreams. Lucifer heaved another heavy sigh, “Maybe next time. Come on, the girls are still waiting for us.”

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The Radio Demon didn’t budge at Lucifer’s half-hearted pull on their linked arms. Instead, he hummed in thought, tilting his head to the side. The crowd was dense, but manipulatable. All humans were, with the correct motivation. “Just a moment longer, Lu. It might clear up quicker than you think.” Slinking through the masses, his shadow went to work.

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