Radiostatic - Blog Posts

Bonjour! Yes, I know that I haven’t posted anything for a long time again... But! I was resting... And not only after passing the exams, but also from the Hazbin Hotel (which, to be honest, I was already fed up with, not counting the fact that I already stopped watching Helluva Boss).

However, because of one classmate, I wanted to draw something for Valentine's Day based on this cartoon... So take it.~

«There are many professions, but

The most beautiful of all is cinema!

Who came into this world –

Became happy once and for all!»

Honestly, I hate Valentino, because of this I don't like any of the ships with him, even if they are canon.

Recently I wanted to rewatch the first seasons of "The Simpsons"...

Yes, for me this moment still feels like a stab in the heart....

...And I hope now for you too.)~

I finally decided to finish this art...)

And all the time that I was drawing, this song wouldn't leave my head!

This was probably one of the most unproductive painting couples since the beginning of this year...

But at least I had fun with the guys from the parallel group.)

Alastor: "I'm calm... I'm fucking calm."

Vox: "BAKA-BAKA! NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!"

I was thinking now and one thought came to my mind.

Perhaps the reason that Alastor refused Vox a partnership is also because, due to the 20-year difference, Al treats him more like a father treats a child (like Charlie).

But Vox, who may have listened to Alastor's radio broadcasts during his lifetime, feels sincere sympathy and love for him, which can often be felt for an idol (especially when you are still a child)...

And this is what it came down to:

Alastor does not reciprocate, but due to his capabilities in this regard, he still cannot help but see in Vox the child he once was...

And Vox, whose childhood sincere love and sympathy for Alastor has become distorted with age, cannot understand what he is doing wrong and why Al cannot feel the same for him...

Fate gave them the opportunity to walk the road together, just a little differently than they would have liked.)

You know, something tells me that Alastor has already died once/was near death, but in exchange for his soul (and freedom) he received a “second chance”...

And that’s why he so arrogantly entered into a fight with Adam, as if thinking that now he was definitely immortal.

Attention: knife in the heart!

Imagine that when Al died, possibly due to one of the exterminators, seven years ago, Vox felt it due to the surge of power of his influence. And when the extermination ended, he tried in every possible and impossible way to contact him, but every time he received something like “the subscriber is unavailable” or “the number you dialed does not exist”...

And Adam knew or felt that Alastor had already died once, but was resurrected due to a deal (“Radio is dead!”), and Zestial hit the nail on the head with his guess.

Now imagine what it was like for Alastor when he returned, but no one remembers/recognizes him or no one just doesn’t care...

The only one who cares is Vox, who literally advertised him to all of Hell as soon as he returned!

You know, I don’t think Vox deserves such a disgusting attitude from Alastor.(

Guys!!!

My mom and I are currently renovating my grandpa's apartment, and check out what we found!

THIS IS ALASTOR AND VOX'S CHILD!!!

This is a TV model "Yunost-402", these were produced in the USSR in 1976)~

Now I thought a little and came to the conclusion that Vox and Alastor are two idiots who literally cannot exist without each other, because they are like two sides of the same coin:

Vox, as if "seeing nothing" around him, strives into the future, and Alastor seems to be "tied" to the way it was before.

"But life does not stand still, and that is its stability..."

Their behaviors are two of the most common behaviors in situations where someone has been traumatized and is no longer able to "live in the here and now."

But, if one day they, as MORALLY ADULT individuals, sat down opposite each other at the negotiating table and, without shouting, arguing and being honest with themselves, finally discussed, if not everything, but a lot, then their "personal Hell" would have ceased be like that.

Because only they can truly help each other. Only together can they, remembering and respecting the past, move on through life without fear and confidently...)

"Going to somewhere else. Going to the Great Perhaps."

I don't know if anyone has already noticed this or not, but...

I love so damn much that sometimes you can still see the old versions of the characters in the background!

Like, imagine that in the second part of this photo, Vox still looks like his 2018 version..!)

Hes so pathetic guys so much

You're nothing without me : Akira VS Akechi cover but with StaticRadio

"Oh, Alastor, I cannot wait to watch you get FUCK!"

Bonus:

I’m kinda feeding the radiostatic and radioapple shippers with this one. Even tho I don’t ship either

I do, however, subscribe to the belief that Alastor has a tail under this coat.

Lucifer is tiny but he’s strong. I like the idea of him just casually lifting someone so much taller than him.

Amazing art, amazing blog

dump of various vox wips i keep cycling between (various stages of completion, half of these radiostatic)

Reblogging for the people sho somehow didn't hear this banger yet

Stayed Gone from Hazbin Hotel. Seriously, this song is amazing!

I wanna draw toxic men kissing so bad, but it always comes out werid ugh. I'll make it happen one day. I swear on it!

Got another haul of Hazbin Hotel Doujinshis in today!

Got a new shipment of dj in today. All Hazbin Hotel, since I'm still in the fandom phase, lol. Had to turn one over because it's a little too spicy. Got them all off of Toranoana.jp. Got a variety of ships in this load.

Sorry for not uploading more dj pics. Works has been really busy.

I had this idea, and I couldn't leave it undrawn, but then I didn't feel like finishing it, so have this <3

DTIYS: @/unscentedspoap

Sketches of Vox

Congrats to @/samzikei for getting over 2K on BLSKY

Practice sketches of Alastor.

radiostatic nation i understand you now

original

hi!! I read a fic recently that has your name scribbled all over it, its called "For The Good Times" by Scenefox2003, its a radiosilence fic and it emotionally destroyed me-- so I thought it would be right up your alley!

I looked it up and just started chapter 3, so don't spoil anything for me yet lol. I like how it's going so far, thanks for the rec!! You know me so well😭

Wish I Could Love You

HA, you though that just because the last thing I posted was fluff, that I'd ease off the angst train??? Well April Fools bitches, I'm back with even more angst than before!!!!!

Here's the Ao3 link

TW for some serious acephobia (internalized and otherwise) and references to conversion therapy. Also a bit of self-harm at the end, because Alastor has trichotillomania in canon (as seen during his meltdown). If you want to avoid that, it starts at "Crimson claws" and ends at "tears". It's just one sentence, so you won't miss much. There is also a brief non-con kiss. I just wanted to vent the aroace pain from close friends confessing romantic feelings, and I almost made myself cry at work, so fun times

(PS: this does not mean I think ships with Alastor are not valid. I myself am in a happy long-term relationship. Asexuality and Aromanticism are part of a spectrum which means there are many ways for it to be interpreted by those who identify with the terms. There are a few ships with Alastor that I love, but the people writing them have to be careful to consider his identity while doing so)

ANYWAYS, I'll stop rambling now and let you read the fic

An evening spent with Vox was always guaranteed to be interesting. That was part of what had drawn Alastor to him in the first place after all, the Radio Demon forever seeking entertainment. However, after twenty years of friendship even Alastor could admit he was no longer in it for the entertainment factor. Even through his lifetime of severe emotional repression, Alastor was smart enough to see that he had grown to genuinely care about the TV demon - which had led to quite the emotional meltdown on his part, embarrassingly enough.

All of that was besides the point. The point was that even though they were just having dinner in Vox’s apartment as they did at least once a week, things still had yet to become dull, which was quite the accomplishment for someone whose attention was as flighty as Alastor’s. 

As Vox rambled about this new guy he had met - Mateo? Stephano? No, that wasn’t it - Valentino! As Vox rambled about this Valentino character, Alastor mused on the relationship he had with the TV demon. The red-head had never had a positive relationship with another man before, besides Husker of course. That hardly counted though, considering he owned the former overlord’s soul. Vox was truly a novelty. 

“Hey, Alastor?” The deer demon was pulled from his thoughts by his friend’s slightly hesitant tone. He focused back in on Vox’s face, and was a bit confused by the way Vox’s gaze was darting around the room. It looked like he wanted to look at Alastor but was too flustered to do so, a slight red glow lighting up the lower portion of his screen where his cheeks would be.

“What is it?” Alastor asked, slightly wary of the strange atmosphere that had filled the air around the couch they had chosen to share. His ears pinning back was the only outward sign of his unease. 

Vox finally seemed to get over whatever was keeping him from making eye contact, but Alastor couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t. He didn’t know how to process the unbearably soft way the other was looking at him. His stomach lurched unpleasantly, as though he had missed a stair. 

Vox reached over and gently took Alastor’s hands in his own, and Alastor suddenly found himself wishing he hadn’t set his plate on the coffee table - it would have given him an excuse to avoid this soft contact that felt far too intimate, even with their long-term friendship.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while, but it never felt like the right time.” Vox shifted one hand so that it gently cradled Alastor’s cheek, and as he continued, Alastor’s smile shrunk to the smallest it had been since he had been forced to maintain it - unable to turn downwards, but begging to reflect the dread blooming in his chest.

“But, I’m tired of waiting for ‘the right time’. So, I’m just gonna come out and say it.”

“Vox…please,” Alastor begged, voice refusing to rise above a whisper, and static mangling his words. Internally, he was screaming, begging on his knees for Vox to stop before he said something he couldn’t take back. Vox either didn’t hear him or didn’t understand what he meant, because the TV demon continued forward.

“I love you, Alastor. I have for a long time, and I want to spend the rest of my afterlife loving you. We’ve been friends for such a long time, and I want to move to the next step in our relationship.” Vox was positively beaming, warm love and sincere affection in his eyes as he peered deep into Alastor’s soul - unable to see the pain he had wrought with those three words.

Alastor was crushed. His throat closed up and it felt like a clawed fist had clenched around his chest, his heart aching and lungs unable to draw breath. He tried to choke words past his constricted throat, but couldn’t force anything out. His brows lowered as his scarlet eyes widened, burning with hurt and shock.

Vox’s own brows furrowed in concern at Alastor’s silence. “Alastor?”

Alastor could barely hear him over his rushing thoughts. He felt so…used. How long had their friendship been based around Vox’s desire to get into his pants? What parts of their relationship had been genuine friendship rather than a furthering of Vox’s goals for a romantic partner? Was this Alastor’s fault? Had he done something to encourage this?

The worst part was the guilt. Alastor couldn’t say it about very many people, either in the living world or in Hell, but he truly loved Vox. He loved him as he loved Rosie, and he saw the other demon as the brother he’d never had in life, but that was the problem. He could never give Vox what he wanted. Alastor knew he was broken - the doctors had confirmed as much while he was alive, and the medications and more aggressive treatments he had received for his dysfunction had never worked as intended. 

Vox deserved so much better.

His eyes burned and his stomach clenched with nausea, and Alastor fought back tears that hadn’t fallen since his mother’s passing. Alastor wanted to love Vox that way, if only to spare his feelings, but he just couldn’t. 

Vox leaned forward, taking Alastor’s silence as a positive answer, and as he guided Alastor’s face in for a gentle kiss, the deer demon panicked. He lurched back as their lips connected, accidentally throwing himself off the couch to lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. 

Vox looked startled as he took in Alastor’s panicked expression, and made to stand as Alastor scrambled to his feet. 

“Alastor, what - ?” he started, reaching for the shorter demon’s hand. Alastor jerked back as though he’d been burned.

“Don’t,” he hissed defensively, clutching his hands to his chest like he was afraid to be within touching distance of the other demon. “Don’t touch me!”

Vox looked crushed. Alastor felt as though a spear had stabbed through his heart: he caused that expression on Vox’s face. 

“I won’t - I can’t - !” Alastor growled in pain and frustration, unable to articulate his thoughts. He tried to think of something, anything that could salvage their relationship before things got out of hand, but the rage growing in Vox’s expression burned that possibility into mere ashes. The anger masked the hurt that had been there previously.

“Are you kidding me?!” Vox didn’t quite shout, but to Alastor, he might as well have screamed through a megaphone. The deer demon took two steps back for every advance Vox made, feeling uncharacteristically like prey. He was used to having control over every interaction, but this had quickly spiraled into something monstrous.

“Twenty years of friendship all for you to get pissed when I say I want to progress things like a normal person would?! I waited, wanting you to be comfortable because I know you need time to adjust to people, but you still don’t care about me enough to even consider it?! If you never wanted me, why did you lead me on? Why did you pretend to enjoy my company if you knew you would reject me? Is my pain really that funny to you? Fuck, Alastor - can’t you see how hard I’m trying?” Vox had backed Alastor into a corner, and the deer demon was reminded violently of his youth - long hours spent cowering beneath someone who wanted nothing more than to make Alastor wish he was never born.

Alastor hadn’t felt this small since he had made his deal, and he had never assumed he would feel that way around Vox. The Radio Demon was so overwhelmed with emotion, that he did the one thing he had promised himself he would never do again.

He ran.

As Alastor fled into his shadows, he felt Vox’s arms try to wrap around him and prevent his escape, and heard the TV demon’s frustrated and agonized cry as he slipped under the door. He didn’t stop until he reached his radio tower, and reverted back to his more solid form once he was safely inside.

Alastor backed away from the door until his back hit the wall, and he slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the floor with his knees curled to his chest. A soft, staticky whimper forced its way past his lips before he could silence it, and the tears he’d been fighting finally burned fiery tracks down his cheeks. Alastor’s breath hitched, and he buried his face in his knees, wrapping his arms around his head and legs in a futile attempt to muffle the choked hiccups.

Sobs tore out of his throat from a place deep within his chest, wracking his whole body with the force of them. Stitches pulled at the corners of his mouth, forcing him to grin through his tears, and he had never wished so strongly for the ability to stop smiling. Crimson claws fisted in his hair, scratching at his scalp in his panic and sending small rivulets of blood down his face to merge with the tears.

Alastor had just destroyed one of his closest relationships because he was so broken that he couldn’t even reciprocate affection normally. It was all his fault, and the guilt tore at him in ways he hadn’t felt in decades.

Drowning in grief for the bridge he’d set ablaze, Alastor couldn’t stop thinking about how - outside of his treatment plans - Vox had stolen his first kiss.

Ace Alastor Week - Day 6

Idk about you, but I was the type of ace that thought that the entire ‘sexual attraction’ for other ppl thing was just jokes born of the directionless lust that ppl naturally feel. No one was actually sexually attracted to any specific person. So, you get a friends w benefits relationship at best (aro as well lol) and both of you just joke abt sex enough that something happens between you, then you move on. No one was sexually attractive at all, unless they were just as funny and intelligent and unbothered as you. Being flustered by attraction is an allo thing, and I was immune, but I would joke abt sex w ppl a lot (until I learned they were not experiencing that the same way I did). So! Here is a rendition of Alastor (horny version) courting Vox in the way that some ace ppl do.

“So, why is it you dress like that, Vox?” Alastor asked

“Like what?” 

“In pinstripes. I thought you were obsessed with modernity, but you wear stripes like… well let’s just say in the classic way.” Alastor indicated the jacket and pants.

“Hey, these clothes ooze success and style.” Vox said, straightening the coat.

“Perhaps in the forties…”

“What do you know about it? Keep out of my closet, and mind your own outdated outfits.” Vox practically pouted.

“It is alright to exemplify the era you lived in- we all have memories and preferences. It is what makes us unique! Tell you what- why don’t you show me what you loved about the ‘50s? I will go with you for a meal and you can remember why you love it so.”

Vox had to swallow air several times before he was able to ask if a malt shop restaurant would be okay, and to his delight Alastor said it would.

And so they were to meet up at Sinful Sweets Malt Shoppe, a restaurant that Vox favored when he was feeling nostalgic (more frequently than he liked anyone to know). He was hoping Alastor would enjoy it even though the meat was not demon flesh. Vox walked through the streets with his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his screen down, hoping no one saw him in the outmoded suit and tie. Finally, the red neon sign with its swirling script came into view. Alastor was already there, leaning against his staff and looking around with a closed-mouth smile just under the candy striped awning.

Alastor had not dressed any differently- he was his usual smelly, frightening, smiley self and Vox couldn’t believe it but he might actually be head over heels for this guy on their first date. Even though Alastor seemed to be enjoying jerking Vox’s chain- teasing and flirting then denying he was doing so. That was alright- it was part of his charm. If it all led to nothing, Vox could be alright with that. He was already stepping out of his comfort zone and could see that Alastor was too. What else could you really ask for on a date?

“Hello, Vox.” Alastor greeted, “Took you a while, and I’ve been smelling this food while hungry for the last quarter hour.”

Vox checked his watch. He wasn’t late! “Sorry for the wait, Al, I wasn’t expecting you to be early.”

“I never arrive late to a meal!” Alastor teased over his shoulder as he spun his cane in a flourish and headed through the glass doors. 

Inside there were garish checkers, puffy booths and swing tunes played in mid-century style. A jukebox stood against the wall alongside posters of Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Prestley, Vox immediately relaxed.

The menus were thick laminated paper edged with leather. There were bright, splashy images of burgers, shakes, and fries accompanied by cute descriptions meant to entice a sinner into buying something. Vox accepted one from the hostess and looked it over carefully, wondering if Alastor would order, or if he was meant to. He would order Alastor an ‘American-style’ cheeseburger with all the fixings and the cajun fries along with the classic chocolate malt milkshake. For himself it would be a hot dog and a strawberry malt.

He set his menu down, ready just in case he was the one to order and saw that Alastor was still scanning over the options, so he was likely planning to be the one to order for them both.

The waitress came over, she was wearing a poodle skirt and had one eye that rolled in her head with lazy disinterest. Alastor ordered a malt shake for himself, in banana. A mushroom and swiss burger, two patties, and a side of potato wedges with cajun seasoning. Vox raised an eyebrow appreciatively and waited for Alastor’s guess about what he might like. He hoped that he would get the strawberry malt shake right at least.

The silence was deafening as Vox gazed at Alastor and the waitress had her pen poised above her steno pad, “Hem-em.” she cleared her throat at Vox.

“Oh, were you not?” he looked down, then glanced sheepishly at Alastor before looking at the stony-faced waitress, “I- I thought he was ordering for both of us. Uh, I will take the hotdog, loaded with everything and a strawberry malt shake.” The waitress noted it and left shaking her head. Vox could feel his screen getting hot.

“What just happened?” Alastor inquired, grin stretching sadistically at the sight of Vox’s awkwardness. “Did you forget that you had to order?”

“Well, traditionally, the man would order for the lady- or, in this case, younger man.” Vox stuttered, feeling pathetic.

Alastor smiled showing all of his teeth with a sick glee, “That is so fucked. I see you have not advanced in your sensibilities, get with the times! Is that not what you are always saying? I suppose you are correct in making yourself the deferential party, though. Do tell, what is the point in ordering someone else’s meal?”

“Well,” Vox started, deciding to ignore Alastor’s jab at his masculinity for now. “It shows if you really know your date, if you care to pay attention to their preferences. Like, I would never order you a salad for the main course. A girl can tell a lot about a fella based on his order for her.”

“I see. Well that little experiment will have to wait until next time, then.” Alastor still had the gleam in his eye, and Vox looked away quickly, resenting the teasing a bit, the electric blue pixels of his cheeks changing to pink bit by bit. With uncharacteristic mercy Alastor dropped the topic without poking any further. He had smelled blood, and they both knew it, but Vox calmed down quickly, trying to quell his blush and stutter.

The waitress came back with plates which were heaped with classic crinkle cut fries, and fresh, hot diner food. It smelled better than even Heaven could have. Looking for something to occupy him and remove the awkward tension between them, Vox immediately picked up his hot dog and took a rather messy bite. A few onions slid from the mustard and dropped back onto the hotdog’s paper holder.

“May we get some extra napkins?” Alastor said to the waitress pointedly, wishing to see his friend’s embarrassed and sweet face again. She nodded and glided off. 

Alastor’s smile widened as he leaned forward to point a delicate finger at the escaping toppings. “Vox! The way you shove so much of that thing in your mouth- and so sloppily! What must that waitress think? It almost looks like you are trying to show off for someone!” Just as predicted, Vox froze up, snow fuzzing across his features prettily as an electric hum and the sharp whine of feedback emitted from him. Alastor’s smile softened.

“Jeez, Al!” He finally sputters. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene, and I’ll behave if you do.”

“Oh, please do!” Al said, grin unfaltering.

Vox looked away again. He was unsure how Alastor felt, but all this teasing and innuendo really felt like flirting. He wished he knew which way to take him.

“So, what’s new with Rosie?” he ventured. 

“Humm?” Alastor popped a fry into his mouth and looked at Vox with mild interest.

“Rosie? The cannibal overlord?” Vox clarified.

“Ah! Yes she is a doll, isn’t she! I think she likes you, our tastes align, you see.” Vox tried not to imagine being roasted alive and placed on platters for the two overlords.

“Because that implication isn’t scary or anything.” he forced the sarcasm out of his voice and took another, more careful, bite of his hotdog.

Alastor ignored that comment. But the next bites that he took from his burger made Vox think of a hungry animal. They really would need those napkins.

“She seems like a smart woman.” Vox wondered if the admiration between the cannibals was pure ego, desire for mutual approval, or if Alastor fancied her. He didn’t think it was that last one. Alastor was hard to read at the best of times but Vox was learning the cues. Rosie seemed more like a mentor and role model for Alastor, not a love interest.

“Yes, she is one of the brightest I know!” Alastor seemed more interested in sating his appetite and staring at Vox than he was in conversing about Rosie.

Vox finished his chips and dog before Alastor was done with his burger and fries. He pulled the strawberry malt towards himself and popped the end of the large, striped straw into his screen. To Vox’s dismay, the shake was cold and thick, and it took a lot of suction and multiple tries at the straw for him to get any joy. But once he did the shake was creamy, sweet and perfect. He sighed, then looked up at Alastor to tell him that the shake was good only to see him already watching, amusement on every feature.

“My, my!” Alastor said, teasing condescension dripping from his tone as he eyed Vox, “You must have gotten some cream by now, the way you've been slurping and sucking at that straw…” 

Vox spluttered cutely, his screen consumed by fritzing static. He was overwhelmed, and a wavy black-and-white scene of bonfire overlayed his expression of embarrassed surprise. The signal then fuzzed into snow accompanied by the shush of changing frequencies. Alastor chuckled low in his throat and made eyes at Vox while viciously biting the end off a fry.

“What an amusing little picture box! But do try to contain yourself, Vox! Perhaps the use of a tool could help?” Alastor picked up a long-handled spoon as if to demonstrate. He dipped up a spoonful of Vox’s malt and let a long red tongue roll out from behind his glistening teeth to give it a suggestive lick while maintaining eye contact. Vox’s eyes widened and flickered, the snow threatening to take over his display again. 

Alastor's next few licks were heated and lewd, and the continued eye contact made Vox feel that his circuits might actually melt and fuse.

“Al- you’re definitely doing this on purpose!” Vox whined.

“Doing what?” Alastor was goading him, and he knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to state it explicitly.

Vox felt near crazy with lust, confusion, and embarrassment. “You know what.”

“My dear man, what in the Hells are you talking about?” Alastor’s smile had stretched to a delighted and chaotic amusement and Vox admitted defeat.

“Nothing, I guess.” he grumbled. “Just please try to keep your teasing more PG.”

“Pee-Gee? I don’t know what that refers to, dear. Is that some television term I don’t have any reference for?” Alastor winked, Vox sighed. 

Ace Alastor Week - Freaky Friday

@bookreader93's sketch of an ace's idea of a sexy night 😉

Alastor is sitting in the parlor, wishing that Charlie would hurry up with whatever she’s going to say so he can leave. His mind keeps drifting to his room, and he really wants to get out of here so he can relax

Charlie wraps up the meeting, Alastor has to stay back so he can keep up the appearance of the hotelier/host of the hotel

When everyone has left, Charlie asks to talk to Alastor

She seems troubled but not overly so, and Alastor concludes that it’s one of her bouts of overthinking and the problem is probably not as bad as she thinks it is

Alastor politely excuses himself, saying that he is very tired and that if it can wait for the morning, he would prefer that

Charlie says okay and they part ways

Alastor climbs the stairs to his room, opens the door

Vox is suspended about four feet off the ground, bound tightly by Alastor’s shadows

Vox is naked

He does not look distressed; in fact, he looks rather aroused

A burgundy Bauhaus armchair with a scooped seat and a curved backrests near the foot of his bed

Alastor sits in the chair and crosses his legs, asking if Vox has been good; did he behave while Alastor was in his meeting? Or did he struggle and fight his bonds?

Vox promises he’s been good

Alastor smiles evilly and says he knows, but he appreciates Vox’s confirmation

Alastor uses his tentacles to fuck Vox

Alastor gets pleasure watching Vox’s sexual pleasure, even though he neither directly participates nor gets sexual gratification for himself 

They both want a snack, just not the same kind, lol!

yum.