#radiostatic fic

[cupidsncheerios]

love how in human radiostatic fics everyone describes alastor's life like

"alastor had long since become accustomed to new orleans' sweltering days, and early into his adulthood he had gained an affinity for the comfort provided by the humid air and the scent of blood, bayou water and beignets that he could always trick himself into sensing, even during his worst moments."

whereas vox's life is always just

"vox turned the corner and saw the hollywood sign. he kept walking."

[hiemaldesirae]

all current references ive made for madman's vice because its officially pride month now

vox

alastor

* i debated giving him a slicked back curly look but i couldnt make it look right so bear with me pls

niffty, velvette and valentino

the morningstars + the hotel crew are still being worked on but heres what ive got so far and honestly im not that upset with them all

[hyperthusiast]

Comment notification on AO3: Someone has to remind Alastor to be a gentleman. What I literally JUST wrote: Alastor shoving Vox into bed, flashing radio dial eyes. Me: About that...

[valscigarette]

Gone

A quick Vox character study based on @toastervox's drawing/hc!

Takes place seven years pre-canon; Vox believes Alastor is dead and grieves him.

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Alastor's disappearance doesn't hit Vox until a week later. He's been calling it a defeat publicly, both to the other Vees and in the wall-to-wall media coverage Voxtek has run in the days since, but the word is too definite for him to believe in. There were no angelic weapons. He didn't impale Alastor on a stolen spear, or shoot him with a bank-breaking bullet; they fought fair and square with taunts and grandiose displays, without double death on the table. 

That’s what Vox thought, anyway, until a network of static charge coursed through Alastor’s body. Yowling and jerking, the slippery bastard tried to melt into the shadows like always, but Vox caught him with another wave in time to stop him. It killed him, but it shouldn't have been permanent. Any minute, he expected Alastor to stand up and resume the fight with renewed vigor, but the minutes ticked into hours as the Radio Demon's shadows frantically slithered across his prone body. Vox got bored and left. He didn't make a statement until the next day, by which time he expected retaliation.

Now, eight days have come and gone in silence. Vox's spies report no light or movement at Alastor's tower, his exaggeratedly slanderous broadcasts air unimpeded, and his shadow obeys the laws of physics with miraculous perfection: all signs pointing to a reality he had never stopped to consider before.

Alastor is gone.

Plugged into his computer terminals, Vox scours the city security footage for any sign of Alastor, but another night wasted ends with the simple realization he isn't going to find him. It's over. 

Ego has always been one of Alastor's fatal flaws--a rare commonality between them--and if he were alive, he would have corrected Vox's spun version of events by now. The fucker must be dead, which is cause for the celebration of the century but strikes Vox with a longing he's never previously known. Not to be confused with grief, of course; such a pathetic response implies affection, an emotion Vox hasn't harbored for Alastor in decades. He hasn’t lost him for the simple fact that he didn’t have Alastor to begin with.

It shouldn’t matter, which only makes it all the more poignant when the realization crashes into him. Vox can’t find it in himself to gloat when there’s an empty hour of his evening, previously reserved for Alastor’s broadcasts, spent lost in the churn of unclaimed static and surveillance footage devoid of the only sinner Vox wants to see. His body is gone, too. The last sign of the Radio Demon was his favorite glitch of interference, long enough for his corpse to vanish without a trace and for Vox to hope, for a week and a day, that he’s been planning a re-entrance: an appearance Vox now has to accept as impossible. 

Alastor’s gone. He’s fucking gone, double-dead and not coming back, vanquished like any other nothing loser, finally out of the picture for good, resting-in-piss, a future distant memory. Vox ought to be happy. Instead, he rips the connection cables from the back of his screen like they’re pumping poison into his motherboard instead of data.

Having a rival was fun, it kept things interesting, but there will be other imbeciles insistent on threatening Vox’s monopoly. He didn’t need Alastor to challenge him. He needed him, he realizes, to serve as a walking reminder for Vox not to trust other overlords. For all the benefits of his partnership with the other Vees, he doesn’t trust them with anything that doesn’t serve their personal interests; he wrote out the whole caring, having faith, believing in someone program after Alastor started his own broadcast, but the code still existed for him alone. That backdoor has been left open for years, a weakness ready to exploit but Vox has been too sentimental to remove.

He buries his face in his hands. His latest face–a flatscreen, twice as wide as his previous head and impossibly thin–is too large for them to cover his eyes entirely, but it blocks out most of the monitors towering around his chair. The world has to be smaller. It’s too big, too empty, without Alastor in it. At the thought, his cheeks begin to burn and spark with the first sign of tears.

“No, no, no no no,” he whimpers. His voice echoes over the quiet buzz of his computers, distorted and wet by his own standards. Another warning. “I don’t cry, don’t cry, dammit, no!”

If Alastor were here, the old Alastor who made grand plans for the two of them and wanted to take over Hell by Vox’s side, he would come up with an insane distraction absurd enough for Vox to forget he’d been about to cry. And, if that didn’t work, he would hold his monogrammed, moth-eaten handkerchief to Vox’s eyes to sop of the worst of the mess, and he’d help fix the water damage to the delicate biomachine of Vox’s body like it was no trouble at all. The new Alastor, the one Vox murdered, never saw him cry. 

“Fuck!”

Vox frantically swipes at his eyes, tiny webs of static shocking his fingers. He’s gotten along fine without Alastor for years. He doesn’t cry in front of anyone, doesn’t allow himself to get close anymore, but he can repair the damage himself. If it’s really bad, Velvette helps with the mechanical side while Val soothes the pain with his drugged kisses, neither of them claiming affection they don’t feel. They can be business partners, indulgent in intimacy, without the burden of trust. He doesn’t need them.

“Fuck, no, don’t fucking cry,” he scolds himself, flattening his palms into his screen as if he can physically hold the tears back. They’re slimy, more coolant than bonafide tears, and as they smear into his face he can feel the pixels shorting and scattering. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! No! Fuck you, Alastor, fucking- asshole!”

Drool fills his mouth and drips down his screen, dancing with the broken filaments in his display as electricity seizes his hands. He shouldn’t cry over Alastor but each time he reminds himself so, another sob wracks his shoulders until his cursing and muttering is lost behind his pathetic display of weakness. Wave after wave comes until his screen is a pollock of dead pixels and frozen colors, his hands and neck jerk with waterlogged circuits, and he physically runs out of tears to cry. 

There, alone in his dim office, completely broken, Vox accepts that Alastor is gone. 

[winelecter]

Vox is planning something, huh?

If you are interested in reading it, you can read it by typing winelecter on ao3. The fiction name is echoes of midnight. :)

[speakofthedebbie]

oh my god they said the thing

[tianrenart]

sensual frequencies fic

art and fic for the robot mind fucking!

[pennedinblood]

Summary: During his seven year absence, Alastor pays Vox a visit— more frequently than one would expect.

-- Entry for the Radiostatic Zine<3

[angels--twice--descending]

this fic is the fucking funniest fic ive read in a while. i usually avoid rut / mating cycle type fics like the plague but this one was funny as all get out (no smut. yippee)

Vox and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Afterlife

[nayladoodles]

Vegas Wedding RadioStatic AU

hellooooo tumblr. Seeing the radiostatic week arts has reminded me about this au I came up with.

Like the title says Vegas wedding. Tag to search: #radiostaticvegasweddingAU

- Vox marries Alastor while he's 10 sheets to the wind despite Alastor's protests.

-Despite the initial panic neither really wants to stop being married.

-Alastor being an asexual (borderline sex repulsed is my HC) tells Vox he can't give him that which Vox says he doesn't need him to.

-They stay married without ever telling anyone.

-They do love each other in their own ways however subtle those might be.

-By the time the hotel is fully up and running the two had a "falling out" after Vox asks Al to join the Vees.

-Velvette and Valentino have NO idea they're married and neither do the folks in the hotel.

-Once Alastor finds out how badly Valentino treats Angel Dust...

-While he can't stop him without causing a ruckus, he can do something once he senses Charlie is in danger.

-Valentino ends up stupidly trying to pick a fight with deer dad with Velvette yelling for Vox. Charlie is trying to do damage control but makes it worse accidentally while Angel is just numb. (traumatized bc he knows what happens to him when someone interferes at the studio).

-Vox appears immediately putting out the fires and seeing wtaf is going on with his business partner and the princess of hell.

"Oh, it's only you." Vox mutters seeing Alastor very much overstimulated by everything else happening around him.

"ONLY HIM?!" Valentino screeches.

"Take your kids and go. I'll handle the mess."

"Vox what the FUCK?!" Valentino bellows once Alastor left with Charlie and Angel (who protested but Vox insisted).

"Stop your fucking screeching. Vel call the repair crew." Velvette does so without questions. Vox leaves once the repairs are started too overstimulated to really care about anything other than going to hide in his dark bedroom.

It hits him later that he saw his hubs after 7 FUCKING years. he is immediately upset and the events of Stayed Gone occur. Alastor is hurt Vox went public about their disagreement after the Vees tried to spy on the hotel.

LONGER story short the events of the series occur as usual aside from everyone being really confused/suspicious of the two overlords.

-Poison is the point when they get caught being more like lovers than enemies by Velvette and unintentionally Angel.

Vox is overstimulated again leaving him with his equivalent of a migraine and Alastor finally comes to see him. An argument happens over Alastor's disappearance. Alastor CAN'T tell Vox why he was gone without putting him in danger. Vox starts crying and Alastor pulls him close mumbling his own apologies hating seeing his husband hurting.

Vox can tell Alastor wants to tell him why he vanished but, can't. Alastor hold his husband close having missed cuddling with him; Vox feeling very much the same. Alastor hums a soft tune helping Vox remove the illusion box he uses to hide his true form which is more cyborg like. (Think Cyborg from teen titans or Swarzenagegger in the terminators films).

Angel and Vel don't say anything out of respect for their privacy not out of fear of Alastor. Plot follows the show for the most part aside from Fern (my oc) figuring out what happened to Alastor. Valentino had tricked Alastor into a false contact with a being of higher power (not an angel/demon or Lillith/Eve) which restricts his power dangerously so without being obvious to the unitiated.

The final battle with heaven occurs and Alastor gets badly hurt. The Vees sing their post battle song (Vox is VERY worried trust me) and afterwards Vox is a mess. Vel notices but stays quiet to avoid Valentino finding out about the secret marriage.

Once the hotel gets repaired Alastor has still NOT healed due to the power vice. He hides in his room as it gets worse. Fern eventually intervenes using his knowledge of demon/angelic magic (He researched the hell out of it while living for DnD and as a hobby) he removes the angelic magic lingering in Alastor's body and breaks the soul contract using a loophole in the faux contract's terms.

Vel at this point tells Vox to go get his man since he's obviously worried sick about his hubs. Vel is dating Carmilla and has been for the last decade without anyone other than her kids and Zestial knowing of it. The battle made her uneasy as well.

Vox uses the small t.v in Alastor's room to go to his husband who is just now waking up after being healed. Vox holds his face in his hands glad his husbad is okay. he mumbles that he realkly wants to kiss Alastor right then. They had not kissed since the wedding. Alastor kisses him gently pulling back quickly flustered .

Later everyone is informed by Harmonia (my other OC) what Fern had done and why he can in fact do that. Hell's Gate (Souls damned by other mortals using a seal) can do things that most can't due to most not being souls worthy of being damned. Relieved that he's free Alastor admits he couldn't say a word out of fear of endnagering the others in the hotel. They all soothe him that they understand his reasoning and thank him for looking out for their safety.

Everyone then finds out that the two have been married for decades without anyone knowing and congratulate them. Husk explains the seal used on Fern and Harmonia using a book from a coven he took with him to his grave as a favor to the those killed by the seal. Valentino is revealed as the responsible party for the contract Alastor was put under, but little can be done due to terf rules and lack of evidence. The couple sigh frustrated a sentiment which everyone shares.

In the end Angel's contract cannot be broken the same way due to it being legitmately signed. Angel is happy Fern and Harmonia were willing to try for him.

it's long but thisnis the gist of it. me writing a mini ficto talk about my AU lol.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

So as I'm working on "I Love You Forever and Always" what things do y'all think would be interesting to see.

For content, check out the first chapter! Here! (Chapter 2 coming soon so follow to keep in tune!):

Now so far it is going to more angst, sort of romance based.

And imma leave it there for now but y'all got a day to answer and suggest other things that could happen. If I like your idea I'll keep it in mind! I do have ideas of my own but I'd be a liar to say I'm not serious of what everyone else is thinking.

Honestly I want the story to end in a happy ending so any angst will be along the beginning and middle.

[xxuso-tsukixx]

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"Tell me, what's got the big bad Radio Demon all boozed up, huh?"

Despite his inebriated state, Alastor hesitated. Discussing his rut or the increasingly complicated dealings with Vox was not on the table, especially not with Mimzy, whose penchant for gossip was as well-known as her charm.

"Oh, just minor nuisances piling up, what with the Overlord Gala only a week away and all..." Alastor turned his tone braggadocious, trying to play off his woes as nothing more than trivialities in the grand scheme of things. He idly picked up his glass from the table and brought it to his grinning lips, only to drunkenly realize it was empty, much to his disappointment.

"Tch, is that it? ...Must be nice havin' first-class worries," Mimzy muttered enviously to herself over the rim of her martini. "For a second, I thought you might be lovesick or somethin'."

Alastor immediately tensed at her accusation, though she just as quickly dismissed her own opinion with a wave of her hand. "Eh, but who am I kidding? If I couldn’t sweep you off your feet, what chance would any other sinner have? Heehee!"

Alastor cracked a wry smile, sharing her laughter at the ludicrous idea that he, The Radio Demon, would ever swoon over someone, anyone for that matter. Yet, beneath that bluster, the unbidden image of Vox's smug grin sliced through the fog of alcohol, sending an unwelcome shiver down his spine.

"Not a chance in Hell, my dear! That I can guarantee, hehe," Alastor assured her playfully. However, in the next moment, he was turning back toward the bar, tapping a clawed fingertip insistently against the counter.

[hiemaldesirae]

sooo angel telecaster vox, anyone? or, well, viktor, i guess-- this is fanart of one of the most fun oneshots ive read, The TV Host From Heaven by Cybra!

(i kinda went overboard maybe but also i have exams for the rest of the week so i think i deserve this bit of indulgence. eumf.)

also took the chance to incorporate standing room in heavens little fun announcer portion

[hyperthusiast]

Red with Envy

Chapter 22: Off-Color of my RadioStaticApple fic has been posted!

“I’ve… never seen you like this before,” Alastor observed slowly, his voice unreadable.  “Yeah, well, welcome to behind the scenes of the last 40 fucking years,” he laughed humorlessly. Fuck, this was probably too much for Alastor. Alastor, who was basically allergic to vulnerability. Who always hid behind his smile because he viewed emotions as a weakness. He probably couldn’t believe how pathetic Vox was. What a disgrace. “I can go back to crying to Valentino, if you want. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. And I’m sure he’d just love to laugh at me and tell me ‘I told you so.’”  “Absolutely not,” Alastor protested in a low growl as he wound his arms around Vox’s neck, allowing one hand to brush against the ports at the back of his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”  A wave of relief crashed over him, and he looked up at Alastor with a small, hesitant smile on his screen. “Thanks,” he breathed.  Alastor was frowning with his eyes again, and his smile was so thin that it was nearly flat. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Vox’s screen. “He’s not worth all this,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.  Vox’s eyes slid shut as he finally melted into his touch, his hands tracing up Alastor’s back, and one rising to pet his ear. “Neither were you.” 

[spiralsintime]

Finished my first radiostatic smut that explores Alastor’s asexuality as a no-touch-top

[winelecter]

I'm having a lot of fun writing this fic I hope people who want to read it will have fun too lol

You can read it by typing winelecter on Ao3!! the fiction name is echoes of midnight