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[bonetrix-arts]

Forgot to post my RadioStatic Week entries here lol

And my Personal Hell: The Comic I Decided To Do On Impulse For The Last Day

[lemoncakedoodles]

The quality left for 7 years, but I did a silly animation of the toxic media husbands!!!

Edit:

I made an alt version where the pacing is a bit better (loop is more clean)

[mr-malumm]

Rewatched episode 1, have we considered this?

[krisdrawshazbinhotel]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

[jaiconator]

Quick doodle in response to the new merch drop 😌

They are totally matching and no one can tell me otherwise

[lalalalalalakakakak]

I love how everyone loves him.

He is too short 😭

I don't know if it's real or not, but If you missed what is going on THIS is the reddit post where someone posted a Viv's old DeviantArt:

Ah, the drawing i did is obviously a lazy screenshot redraw from this:

And here is a reference i had for the windows behind Vox. I just drew randomly red lines because i am a lazy fucker. But maybe it could be useful so i'll post it:

[mraprilfools]

Pairing: Wife!Reader x Old!Vox

Contents/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Flirting, Wish Fulfillment in owning a home and having a loving husband, suggestive themes, Blood.

Length: 1.3k

Summary: After a powerful Overlord has taken your husband as an apprentice, the quality of both your lives has been improving. Unfortunately this means the time you get to spend with him has been steadily decreasing.

A/N: I've been brainrotting that box headed dork for over a week. I needed to write something about him or I'd scream. aselkrhaeh

The odd thing about owning a house after being poor your whole life is that it never feels quite real. You you expected somebody would come and take it away from you at any moment. Because you could never hold on to anything of value for long.

There was nothing quite so beautiful as seeing the sunrise in your brand-new home from your bedroom window. Or how peaceful it was at all hours of the day without neighbors screaming from a fight from the next door over, or people stomping everywhere as if they weren’t live in some communal space. The furniture was all brand new, and you had been spared the pain of moving it all inside thanks to your husbands connections with a powerful Overlord.

The floors were pretty, the curtains weren’t tattered, and it was warm inside the house even in the dead of winter as the place had insulation. Your energy bills weren’t even half of what they used to be. Even your plates and mugs matched each other rather than being odd bits collected from pawn shops and glued back together from the trash. It was a pleasure to simply walk through and admire the place while you watched the clock. Your husband would be home any minute now, he always called if he was going to be late.

You had gotten dressed in that nice brand new winter coat he got you and fur cap ready to go out for dinner tonight like you promised. It was heavy but comfortable, feeling the weight of his care when he draped it over your shoulders because he noticed how your old one was ratty and barely keeping you warm anymore.

There was one trade-off though.

“Honey, I’m home!” Your husband, Vox, kept coming home covered in blood!

The brilliant red eyes almost looked innocent even with blood smeared over the screen, contrasting against the blue face beneath. The light of his screen always got a little bit brighter when he saw you, and the light was always more intense when you waited for him to come home. He spoke your name with deep affection while he shrugged off the bloody jacket, tossing it onto the coat rack.

A job for future you. Fucking asshole, he was so lucky you loved him.

The orange turtleneck was still spotted with blood underneath, a problem he noted when his smile fell while his claws hovered over one large conspicuous spot.

“One-second honey! I want to give you a proper kiss but I don’t want to get your clothes all dirty!”

When Vox tried to move past you, you grabbed hold of the collar of his turtleneck and yanked him forward until his glassy face was even with yours. Large red eyes stared at you in a befuddled wonder until your pressed your lips roughly against his. You could feel his lips smiling beneath your own, staying gentle and sweet.

Vox’s right eye swirled in the affectionate squint when your kiss broke. A dopey smile that betrayed his otherwise frightening appearance. “Well… I missed you too, Dear.”

“Get changed Bunny… I’ll clean your screen.” You tried to hide the annoyance in your voice, but when you turned your head away he stretched out one of his cleaner claws to tilt your face back to look at him.

“Are you upset honey?”

“A little… you keep coming home covered in blood. What is it that Alastor has you doing?”

His shoulders fell, his cyan pupils drawn away in clear confession of guilt. “You know I can’t tell you, honey. It’d put you in danger. But I promise I’ll keep coming home. I’m on my way to becoming a powerful Overlord in my own right! Soon our lives will become even better! Now… I don’t mean to brag. But I have a hot date tonight and I need to get dressed. I wonder if I have a chance...”

Vox chuckled darkly, sliding his screen in to brush against your neck. The large cumbersome head only ever managed to brush his lips against your cheek and your jaw, but the feeling of his static always tickled. You latched onto his shoulder for support, suppressing the laughter building in your throat. The faint wetness of his lips and the hardness of the shark teeth beneath sent vivid and lascivious memories to the forefront of your mind.

“You know those romance novels you’ve been bringing home for me lately?”

“Hm? Yeah! I got one in my jacket pocket for you right now. What about them?” His voice poured into your ears, and the cold firm hands wrapped around your waist locking you in place while his teeth grazed against your neck.

“Another? Bunny… you shouldn’t be wasting money like that!”

“It’s not a waste. We’re no longer struggling honey, and you deserve to have nice things you enjoy.”

You put your hands against the frame of his head, pushing him away from your neck before he got too handsy with you. The swirl in his right eye was at full force. You knew it! He was getting frisky with you right at the door.

“Don’t you get jealous of all my book boyfriends?” You teased.

“No. I’ve peeked at what you read. You like men with teeth and claws like mine. Even when I’m at work, you’re still missing me dearly. You’re so cute, I just want to kiss you all the time.” Two claws bit into your back, with the others resting hard against your back that instantly took your breath away. They were terrifying at first, but over the years he knew exactly how to apply just enough pressure to make it hurt but not tear you apart.

Vox’s lips pressed against yours again, with his teeth lightly pinching and nibbling on your bottom lip. You pushed him away a second time, pressing your forehead hard against the space between his eyes to keep him from trying to kiss you again.

“W-who said I was thinking of you?!”

“You aren’t…?” The fragility in his voice should not have been as heartbreaking as it was. The sharkish grin faded, as did that predatory swirl in his right eye. The press of his fingers against your back fell away, and you caught his wrist to press his palm against your cheek instead.

“Of course I am Bunny… But we’re going to be late for our reservation if you keep trying to seduce me.”

The cheeky smile returned, with a light flush of bright blue covering his face beneath his eyes. “Hehe, guilty.”

Exasperated, you smacked your hands against his chest. “What would we do about dinner then?!”

“We could walk to the grocery store together to pick up things to make for dinner together… I like cooking with you. You always make this little… face when you’re trying to decide what the dish needs. Makes me want to marry you all over again.” Those large eyes almost looked hopeful. His screen came to bump against your forehead, staring at you with those large eyes of his like some puppydog.

Vox KNEW your weaknesses and wasn’t afraid to use them.

It was your turn to feel a heat rise from your face, pinching the yellow fabric of his turtleneck. “Tomorrow… I’ve been looking forward to this date all week. But now MY clothes are all bloody too. Ugh… Vox.”

“You started it by kissing me.”

“Well… I missed you.” You sulked, turning your face away again. Vox cupped your chin between his thumb and pointed finger, guiding you to make eye contact with him yet again. Electricity was dancing between those antennae, a constant stream of electricity forming a heart. The very culprit for the affectionate nickname you gave him.

“I missed you too, dear. I’ll be good and save dessert for after dinner. You’ll let me show you how much I missed you then, won’t you? I’ll make love to you exactly the way you like it.” The promise sent shivers down your spine, while his hands greedily locked around your frame until you were pressed flush against his body.

“I think that can be arranged… I love you, Bunny.”

“I love you too, dear.”

[allastoredeer]

Just noticed something interesting upon rewatch.

Most of Vox's scorn tends to be directed towards whoever is taking attention he feels entitled to, especially if that attention comes from someone he's possessive over.

We already know about his disdain for Angel, because Valentino won't leave him alone.

And it could be one of the reasons he blew up in "Stayed Gone" because Alastor effectively split his audience. Though I cannot be convinced that he wasn't the slightest bit mollified by Alastor talking back to him, because he missed him.

But what really caught my attention was how he talked about Charlie and Alastor after their little dis-track conflict. He insults both: "Lucifer's Brat" and "That Smiling Freak", but noticeably he punches the table at Charlie and rolls his eyes at Alastor.

Almost like he was already displacing his ire at the object of Alastor's attention and not Alastor himself without consciously realizing it.

I foresee a season 2 tantrum when Alastor makes any effort to protect Charlie from Vox's inevitable assault on the hotel.

On top of the hilarity there, it means that despite Alastor trying to pull back from his attachment to the crew, Vox can see and show him that he's not as disaffected as he believes himself to be. And THAT would infuriate him. >:)

VOX BEING MORE UPSET WITH CHARLIE THAN ALASTOR BECAUSE CHARLIE IS KEEPING ALASTOR'S ATTENTION AWAY FROM HIM. 🤣🤣🤣 GLORIOUS

I love it. No notes. Headcanon accepted.

Anything that involves the twisted relationship between Alastor and Vox seizes my attention. Vox's frail little ego means so much to me. I, too, share his rejection sensitivity. It's okay little TV man, I love your insecurities and toxic tendencies.

Also love the idea of Vox calling out Alastor's growing attachment to the Hazbin crew.

Vox: You like them!

Alastor: nuh-uh.

Vox, holding up a distorted video of Alastor singing and dancing with the Hazbin crew: TF YOU MEAN NUH-UH

[asherraccoon]

Some warm Radiostatic

Credit to @az13478809 for the idea of Al using Vox as a heater!

I've been writing too much angst of these two as of late so this is my apology

[voxmedia-billsans45]

Decided to make various sketches of this hideous abomination of geometric madness because WHY DA FUG NOOT?

[rammit-online99]

silly picture box

[voxtek-official]

Vox... Who hacked you to say that?

“No one, you’re just jealous you aren’t the goat, beta negative rizz. I’ve got level 10 gyat no cap.”

[lemoncakedoodles]

For some reason I forgot how to draw Alastor’s shoes, so I’m just going to say he somehow lost them and that’s why Vox is carrying him.

Alternate background under the cut.

[patchworks-in-progress]

Fucking wet weasel of a man

(click for quality)

[krisdrawshazbinhotel]

Getting shy, dear?🦈🦌

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Man I keep forgetting to post this because of all the good art on my timeline fr. 😩🙂‍↕️ Like damn

But anyway, currently humanish vox wip because drawing him is fun.

Obsessed

Long hair vox eat different, after I draw a few scenes with long hair vox I'll probably do the same but with short hair.