#crt vox

[smthaboutuss]

Break doodles 🤕🫶

[galaxytoons]

something possessed me at 3 in the morning so I drew CRT TV Vox with one of those cartoony love struck expressions

“Erm actually his sweater is red”

“nar it’s orange”

I DONT CARE WHAT COLOR IT IS HE’S SMOOCHABLE THATS ALL THAT MATTERS

JOIN THE DISCORD SERVER HERE!!!

[cybergothvox]

Meow meow

[moodooivy]

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas 🎄

I got everyone EXACTLY what they wanted

💙VOXY💙

[lazypanartist]

Head's all done, and I have the fit (mostly) together. Just need the bowtie!

I'll be back once he's fully put together!

*Staring at my Vox cosplay plans*

Yeah haha, I can totally get this done for ComicCon in 2 weeks! *Sobbing*

[analog-television]

since this was originally posted by a TERF i figured i would just repost it myself.

[staticradioismyfavhateship]

StaticRadioRose Week day 1: first meeting

:D

[startixx]

(i drew them all from memory)

[cupidsncheerios]

okay i know we all like to theorize about how vox's anatomy works so i'd like to raise my personal theory: radiation poisoning

think about it.

he had a crt television on his shoulders for literal DECADES. his brain (assuming he had one) was either in or next to a cathode ray tube for like fifty years. those older models were chock full of lead and also could emit x-rays when the screen is on, and seeing as it's his face, that happened a lot.

anyway i propose that he has gills not because of any shark demon traits but because he got the simpsons three eyed fish treatment

[voxmedia-billsans45]

You ever looked back at the good old days and wondered what life would be if it all remained simple?... ME NETHER!~

(My idea on what the early days of Vox might have been before he met Alastor / Valentino!)

(Posted on Twitter two months ago!~)

[voxs-male-wife]

im stll waiting to see vox drawn as one of these tvs

[tomboeski]

Reverence.

[galaxytoons]

I drew retro Vox again because he’s now infiltrating my brain

Is he evil? Possibly. Is he silly? Mayhaps. Is he cute? Yeah. Do I want to crush his head like a foam stress ball? Also yeah.

[hypnoticmoth]

Val was not happy when Vox upgraded from CRT tv to a flatscreen.

[ladymostdeject]

Vox - Pre-flatscreen

Are you writing about Vox, pre-flatscreen, but you’ve never seen a CRT screen before in your life because you are A BABY CHILD (affectionate)?

Come gather round, sit upon my knee, and listen to this elder-millennial tell you all about it. (if you want to I guess, I'm not the boss of you).

CRT’s don’t glitch the way we see Vox do in the show, but they had all sorts of ways to go wrong. If you flipped to a channel where there was nothing broadcast, you’d get solid static or those multicolor bars we see Vox with.

But also, if a channel had bad reception, you’d get a little static over the top and sometimes the image would distort. We called this “snow/ a snowy channel.” 

Sometimes you could get better reception if you fiddled with the antenna a little. Sometimes grabbing the antenna made the channel better, and then letting go made it worse! Because your body became the new antenna! 

I’d like to introduce you to something even before my time: Test patterns!

TV didn’t used to run 24/7! At the end of the day, the network would “sign off”, say good night, play the star-spangled banner, and end with a test pattern. Later, test patterns looked like colored bars, but early ones in the 50’s and 60’s looked like this!

One of my FAVORITE things about CRT’s is when they had been on for a while, if you ran your hand across the glass, a very gentle static would crackle wherever you were touching, and could make your hair on your arm stand up. Tell me that doesn’t have fic applications, my friends!

You can HEAR a CRT when it is on, even if nothing is playing. It’s a very high pitched whine.

I cannot explain to you how nice it felt to change channels with a dial. They were heavy metal, and there was resistance, and a very satisfying click!

If you held a magnet up to the screen you’d get crazy rainbow color distortions, but if you left it too long you’d get those color distortions permanently burned into the screen.

CRT’s are VERY heavy in the front, where the glass is, and MUCH lighter in the back where there's empty space.

CRT’s don’t have fans (only vents), or processors (they only receive, there’s nothing to process!) What they do have is something called an electron gun and vacuum tubes! This is what their insides look like:

But, Lady, you say, how do they work? I don’t know! Ask this guy!

Other things to consider: 

The word Podcast didn’t exist until 2004, and I'd never heard it until 2013 or so (who even taught Alastor this word????) I remember the first time I heard it, and I needed someone to explain to me what it was.

Emails weren’t widespread until the 90s. If Vox is communicating with his employees via text, and it’s pre-1990, the word you’re probably looking for is “Memo” which were literal sheets of paper people could send each other via an in-house courier. 

If I’ve forgotten anything, please feel free to add on! 

[jeannyjaykaydeh]

Movie Lessons

(Part 2/3)

Part 1 is here (I don’t know how to change the name of a link so you can just click on the word 'Part 1'. Maybe someone wants to explain how I can do it 👉👈):

Fluff

Warning: Mentions of harassment

Alastor x Reader

And so it begins.

The great demon of radio would never have thought of lowering himself to this low, very low level and dealing with films.

He looks at the old CRT screen, which stands provocatively in front of him and looks as if it has that provocative grin of the repulsive face that belongs to Vox in an unobtrusive way.

At first, Alastor had conjured up a screen and an old film projector, but he quickly realised that this was a bit outdated.

After that, it only took a video recorder and a DVD player to find out that these days you can watch films on streaming platforms on the internet.

The advantage is that you can stream everything. From old to not-so-old to new.

The radio demon is on the verge of wondering what he is actually doing. He is going to all this trouble just because he is interested in a woman. Not even the slightest murderous intent is behind it.

No, it's all about damn romance.

And for the sake of that romance, he even crosses his own boundaries and puts a TV box in his room.

Alastor feels stupid and pathetic. Falling in love should be illegal.

Nevertheless, the chemical reaction in his dead brain takes control and makes the man sit down in his armchair, cross his legs, place a pad and pen on his lap and turn on the device.

Let the mission begin.

The first romantic film Alastor watches is, as expected, a boring one: man wants woman, gives her a bouquet of flowers, proposes way too quickly and she agrees because, as a woman from the fifties, she has no other purpose in life than to commit to patriarchy and bear the children of this macho man.

Alastor is ashamed of using this method with you, because he knows you well enough to know that you are not that easy to get and, above all, that you would never sell yourself short.

And yet he dares to.

The next day there is a knock at your bedroom door. When you open it, the radio demon is standing in front of you with his arms behind his back, grinning happily.

‘Hi. What's up?’ you ask, smiling.

And suddenly he holds out a huge bouquet of colourful and magnificent flowers towards you.

At first you are a little taken aback. On the one hand because of the unusually exaggerated size of the bouquet, and on the other hand because you have no idea why Alastor is giving you such a gift.

‘Y/N, my dear,‘ he begins, “I want to ask you-’

‘Al!‘ you interrupt him hastily, whereupon he looks at you in confusion.

‘Yes? What is it?’ he asks in astonishment.

‘Put the bouquet down!’ you demand in a croaking voice.

There is a rustling sound, and disappointment spreads through him. But it was clear that you wouldn't be satisfied with just a little meadow.

Alastor clutches the stems of the flowers tighter, and suddenly they all wither at the same time. Then he makes them disappear with a wave of his hand.

‘Forgive me, my darling. I saw these flowers and thought you might like them,’ he is about to say, but then he notices you staring at him, panting, eyes wide with pleading, one hand on your chest and obviously unable to breathe.

Alastor doesn't have to think long to realise that you are having an allergic asthma attack.

With your last ounce of strength, you point to the nightstand next to your bed before collapsing unconscious at the feet of the radio demon.

He rushes to your room to your nightstand to retrieve your asthma inhaler and save your second life.

Well, since film number one was a flop – Alastor crosses the first item off his list – there are a few more films to follow.

The next one on the list is a weird film. It's a bit more modern and is about ancient vampires infiltrating a high school to attract a few students.

Alastor watches this film with a raised eyebrow and, with the best will in the world, can't even begin to understand what people find so great about it.

He doesn't even have to try to know that you wouldn't be thrilled if he told you that he stood by your bed the night before and watched you sleep. You would think he was a freak. What worked for this Bella will almost certainly not work for you.

More films from earlier decades will follow, which essentially have a single message: stupid woman and macho man who explains the world to her. Fortunately, these stupid women have macho men to show them how it's done, otherwise these poor creatures would be lost. *sarcasm off*

After the third film of this kind – of which there are clearly too many – Alastor can only shake his head in condemnation and cross the other items off his list.

- Historical films with the damsel in distress and the noble knight saving her, which ensures him a big wedding afterwards: Alastor has brought her the asthma inhaler and it didn't work. So that's also crossed off the list.

- He doesn't even want to think about the film with the rich and narcissistic mother complex named something with beige or grey who brings a stranger into his playroom to beat her up. It was one of the worst things he's ever seen. Until now.

- Because the next film is a porn film. Yes, streaming services in hell also offer a porn category, but who is surprised? Of course, Alastor didn't search for this category on purpose, but accidentally came across one of these trash films after the streaming service offered him, based on a number of love films, ‘Based on your history, you seem to like romances and be single. You might also like this.’

He starts the film and the first dialogue begins: ‘Oh, Daddy, I didn't make you a sandwich. What are you going to do to me now?’

‘Shut your fuck-hole, you dirty whore, and blow me!’

A horrified look, the twitching of his left eye and strong static noise follow in response to this meaningless and obscene conversation. Immediately afterwards, the Radio Demon hastily reaches for the remote control and switches off the TV, accompanied by a decisive: ‘Nope!’

He doesn't need to watch this porn to know that this is definitely not an effective tactic for winning over a woman.

The next few films he watches are equally unpromising: ‘Bodyguard’: It's ridiculous to stop an entire plane to kiss someone. Besides, this approach is already out of the question because Alastor can't remember that you're planning to travel anytime soon.

‘Titanic‘: Apart from the fact that the rich girl hardly knows the homeless stranger who likes to draw naked women, but is already convinced after just one day that she loves the guy, Alastor knows from his aunt, who was a survivor of the sinking of the Titanic at the time, that this is not a desirable place to fall in love.

Then there are a whole range of films in which the man just won't take no for an answer. ‘Who in heaven's name ever believed that a woman would take her clothes off at the words ‘come on, darling, you know you want to’?’ asks the Radio Demon his shadow, who is no less appalled that these romances are written in such a way that sleazy, disgusting guys win the girl over with such lines. Alastor strongly doubts that persistent attempts after a rejection will achieve anything.

‘Love Actually’: At this point, Alastor has to admit that he would really like to paint a few big signs. With lots of grinning faces, funny sayings and a creative love confession. But he is opposed to it on principle, because he finds this film so pathetic and wrong on so many levels that he has no desire to be inspired by this disgrace.

If only there was a single film that would reveal the absolute truth to him. A film that would tell him exactly what he wants to know: What does he have to do to make you say ‘yes’?