Old-timey Radio

Old-timey Radio

My love for radio from the 30s to 50s was reawakened recently and I need to share some programs with you! Hazbin Hotel is to blame, one hyperfixation wasn't enough I guess!

"The Shadow" > ( The one I referenced in my fanfic "Denial of closeness")

Radio program that ran from 1937 to 1954. The title character, a caped vigilante, was one of the most enduring and influential creations of the pulp era.

Internet Archive

The Shadow - 239 Episodes of the Old Time Radio Drama : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

What evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!This upload contains 239 episodes of the great old time radio drama, The Shadow.  The

"Inner Sanctum Mysteries" is a horror show from the 40s! You can find it easily on You-Tube!

https://www.youtube.com/playlistlist=PLvu2oOrWFl_P_cytYyuhfOwK8iELqaKXa

1941 to 1952 It features horror and suspense stories with creaking doors and eerie music.

"Fibber McGee and Molly" radio comedy show! Features an old married couple!

Internet Archive

Fibber McGee and Molly - 1228 Episodes of the Exceptional Old Time Radio Comedy : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

This upload contains 1,228 episodes of the fantastic Old Time Radio show, Fibber McGee and Molly.  Starring the wonderful husband and wife t

“Lights Out”  Another US horror!

 terrifying and suspenseful stories, often with gruesome and unexpected twists.

You can listen to it on Internet Archive!

“Suspense”  Crime and Mistery

It featured famous actors from the time!

You can find it on YouTube!

“The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”

Do I even have to write a description?

You can listen to them on the Internet Archive!

Radio dramas may have fallen out of style but podcasts and audiobooks still have the same feeling to them! People really love to hear stories!

I now have 2 multi-chapter Hazbin fics!

Both of them feature platonic relationships for Alastor although in different ways. The new part of my series “Niffty Distribution System” focuses on his relationship with Niffty and it’s post canon.

Summary:

Alastor doesn't want to see himself as a father figure, yes he may have pretended to get on Lucifer's nerves. He didn't truly mean it. He'd be an awful father...

5 times Alastor refused to see himself as a father and 1 he finally accepted that Niffty is like a daughter to him.

Inspired by DreamsR4Everyone and jennifervantassel comment and ask! Thank you for your amazing ideas. I hope you'll enjoy this fic!

Another is pre-cannon about his relationship with Mimzy, in this fic I’ll go over my fan theories. This one deals with their human lives. I don’t see enough fics focusing on them, so I wrote one!

It’s 3 chapters in and I’ll update this week!

Summary:

After Alastor's death, in search of souls to talk to... he searches for his old friend Mimzy. She must be down there somewhere.

Also known as Alastor is kinda lonely.

Alastor before he became the infamous Radio Demon.

Was everything Mimzy said about him true?

Flashbacks, human lives, and headcannons coming soon!

Both are marked as Mature but for now both are more in Teen!

I am done with this shameless self promotion! Have an amazing day everyone!

Game for your soul (part 3 of Niffty Distribution System)

>I'm trying something new! I'll just put the whole short fic here. Some people like to read it here.

Here is the link for AO3>

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54040492

Alastor learns the reason you shouldn't play games other than cards or chess when trying to get someone's eternal soul. You may get attached...

Or you know lose!

Here are some tags> Alastor & Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters:

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags:

Game

Soul deal

Niffty is a Gremlin

Alastor Tries to Be a Jerk

Niffty Deserves Love

Manipulative Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel)

Cute Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Dialogue Heavy

Fluff and Crack

Fluff

No connect 4 didn't exists in the 50s

It's from the 70s

that's the main reason this is crack

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰ Soul-taking and deal-making were always entertaining for Alastor, the Radio Demon. He loved getting demons' souls by challenging them to something they thought they were good at, only to watch them struggle and inevitably fail. He didn't care what the game was, as long as he had the upper hand. A drinking game, a poker game, a dice game. Luck games were no safer than skill games. He always found a way to win.

Getting overlords' souls was the most enjoyable, their screams filled the dead air of his broadcasts. He relished watching those powerful beings lose their chess matches, their dignity, and their lives. He would sometimes broadcast the game itself, for the amusement of his listeners and the humiliation of his opponents.

But when he met Niffty a week ago in that alley, he didn't know what he was in for. She was a mystery and an enigma. He got to know her somewhat, over the course of a few days. She wasn't the brightest, but she was energetic and engaging. She was amazing at cleaning, cooking, and pest killing. She was incredibly fast and agile.

He had mistaken her for a child when they first met, and he still had to remind himself that she was indeed an adult. He had seen small demons before, of course, he had. But maybe it was her demeanor that seemed childish and somewhat innocent. However, that was far from the truth, and he knew it.

He decided to challenge her to a game for her soul. He weighed his options. He enjoyed her company, she was respectful and insane. Tied in a small energetic package. She would be a great asset to have, a loyal servant to call for small tasks. Even better, she seemed eager to spend time with him. Willing service would be a nice change.

Alastor invited her to join him for dinner at his mansion. This was the second time he had done so. He made jambalaya, her favorite dish. It was the best thing she had ever eaten that a man had made for her. She had asked him to make it again, and he had obliged. He knew it was to her taste.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

After their dinner, he finally popped the question he had anticipated the whole evening.

"Would you like to play a game, my dear?"

"A game? Sure! I love games!"

"Wait, before you make up your mind. It's a game with high stakes."

"Oh? Wait. You mean for a soul?"

"Indeed. Are you still interested?"

She thought for a single moment. "I accept! But first, what do I get if I win?"

He highly doubted she would win, but he knew a deal was a two-way street. Both parties had to get something. Usually, he made a contract after the game, but he decided to state the terms verbally. Words, when deals were in question, were not cheap. You could spin them, of course, but he didn't feel the need to do that now. She was more than willing to play.

"If you win, you can get anything you want. We'll write the contract after. Are you ready?"

She nodded excitedly.

With a clap of his hands, Alastor conjured a table and two chairs. He hoped she would choose a game of strategy, like chess or checkers, or a game of chance, like cards or dice. He was confident he could beat her in any of those.

He let her pick the game. He wanted to give her a fair chance.

She looked at the table and saw a variety of games. She picked one and held it up.

"Let's play this one," she said, her eyes sparkling.

Alastor looked at the game. It was a plastic board with holes and slots. It came with a bunch of red and yellow discs.

"Connect Four?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I like this game. It's fun."

Alastor shrugged. He had never played it before, but it looked simple enough. He agreed to play.

They sat down and set up the board. Alastor let her go first. She dropped a yellow disc into the middle slot.

He followed with a red disc in the same column. She dropped another yellow disc on top of his. He did the same.

They continued like this, alternating turns and filling up the board. Alastor soon realized that the game was not as easy as it looked. He had to pay attention to the patterns and the possibilities. He had to block her moves and plan his own.

He started to sweat. He felt a pang of anxiety. He was not used to losing. He was not used to being challenged.

He looked at the board. It was almost full. He saw that she had three yellow discs in a row, and only one slot left to complete a four-in-a-row. He had to stop her.

He scanned the board for an opening. He saw one. He dropped a red disc into the slot, blocking her.

He smiled. He had done it. He had saved himself.

He looked at her. She was smiling too.

She dropped a yellow disc into another slot.

She said one word.

"Connect."

He looked at the board. He saw that she had made a diagonal four-in-a-row, using the disc he had just placed.

He had lost.

He felt a surge of shock, anger, and disbelief. He had lost his game.

He screamed internally.

Niffty giggled. She knew she could ask anything from him. He had said it just a minute ago.

She could ask for money or power or whatever her little heart desired.

She could ask for his soul. Not that he could give it to her. His soul didn't belong to him.

"What do you want?" he asked, defeated.

"Give me a paper, sir, please!"

He obliged, summoning a paper and a quill. Writing it down was smart, he admitted. He couldn't twist his words, even if he wanted to.

She held the large feather in her tiny hands and carefully wrote. She was focused, more focused than Alastor had ever seen her.

"I'm done! Here, read it!" She handed the parchment to him with a smile.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

Alastor took the parchment and read it. He expected to see a list of demands, such as money, power, or fame. But what he saw was something else entirely.

It was a contract of friendship.

It said that he had to be her friend, and never get tired of her. He had to invite her to help him with his schemes and let her have fun with him. He had to make jambalaya for her at least once a month and share his stories and jokes with her. He had to protect her from harm and comfort her when she was sad. He had to respect her wishes, and never betray her.

He was baffled by this. He had never seen such a contract before. He had never made such a contract before. He had never agreed to such terms before.

He looked at her. She was smiling, her face beaming with anticipation.

He felt a strange sensation in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was warm and fuzzy, like a radio static.

He smiled back. He reached for the quill. He signed his name on the bottom.

(This is supposed to be crackfic but I honestly wouldn't be surprised if this turns out to be somewhat true)

Plot twist Niffty is the one that owns his soul.

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this!

This was just a short fic I joked about with my friends and actually wrote it.

POV: Alastor’s heaven

Just ignore that noisy picture box!

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This is my old tv>

Petition for "Friendship Day" July 30th to become "Philia Day".For all platonic relationships.

I love this book!

Book Aziraphale is even sassier then the show version!

Oh and I am certain he makes people disappear, not related to this snippet though!