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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.