#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.

-

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. 

[speakofthedebbie]

oh my god they said the thing

[pennedinblood]

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

-- Entry for the Radiostatic Zine<3

[vvv-voxtek-vvv]

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: #vegasweddingAU

- 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]

Chapter 5 Preview👇

"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.

[spiralsintime]

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

[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]

To celebrate the completion of my longest fic yet (115,106 words - how the fuck did that happen???), I thought I'd share all my current Hazbin Hotel fic plans! (Yeah, this is partially so I have a written list, cause I keep adding more.)

Red with Envy

Obviously, this is still my AppleMedia WIP, and I have no idea how long it's going to end up being. I have a rough idea of the next 5-6 chapters, but I'll be honest, I don't know where it's going after that. (And no, that is NOT a good ending point; there is a very big issue that will need to be solved, I just currently have no idea how that will be done.)

Cherri Bang Fic

I'm writing a fic for @cherribangevent but I can't share much about it. All I can say is that it will be StaticApple.

A Killer Internship (working title)

This will be another long RadioStatic fic, that will start when they're alive and go into post-Season 1. In life, Vox (then Victor) interns at a radio station under Alastor, but his eyes are set on the prize money for catching the local serial killer. The two men become close, and Victor struggles with some of the things he's feeling for his boss (it's the 20s, so yeah, we're getting internalized homophobia from Mr. Gotta-Be-the-Perfect-Son - daddy issues thrown in for free!), but eventually the shoe drops, and Alastor realizes that Victor's gotten too close to learning the truth and their goals are not compatible. Years later, the old friends reunite in Hell, and Vox is determined that things will be different this time when he approaches his old mentor for an internship under a new name. It's a fresh start, and it has to go better than how things went on Earth - right?

Virgin Sacrifice

This is a StaticApple fic that also takes place when Vox was alive, and it's not as smutty as the title makes it sound. Vox is the leader of a devil-worshipping cult, and he's decided to attempt a summoning. It may be risky, but he has several virgin followers that he's convinced to offer themselves as a sacrifice. Except when Lucifer appears before them, he's not interested in any of them. He's only interested in Vox, and he's... not what Vox expected. And now there's a risk that Vox hadn't anticipated - that he might actually be falling for the devil. Side note: This fic has the potential for a sequel, depending on demand, which would take place with Vox and Lucifer meeting again after Season 1. But there would be a strong possibility for that going in an AppleMedia direction cause Alastor is demanding, and he'd have to be involved.

Cruel Mercy

This is another long AppleMedia fic, and is the one I have the least planned for currently. Vox miscalculated when he attacked the Hazbin Hotel. He'd thought he'd be able to destroy Alastor and his little pet project once and for all, but instead he's ended up at the wrong end of an angelic spear. Except, Little Miss Bleeding Heart wants to offer him a chance, all he has to do is join the Hazbin Hotel. It's the last thing that Vox wants - or perhaps the second to last thing because he also doesn't want to die. So, he agrees. Vox joins the Hazbin Hotel under the constant supervision of both Alastor and Lucifer, and if this is what mercy feels like, it's suspiciously similar to torture.

And that's all I have right now! (Hopefully all I'll have for a while, cause it'll take me forever to get through all of these.) Right now, I'm just focusing on Red with Envy and my Cherri Bang fic, but I'm so excited for all of these.

[wbhsdo-wafaan-mycwaotp]

Alright folks, I'm back after several months of hiatus I swear there's radioapple in here, there's just a build up of radiostatic angst first. Mayhaps I will post the aftermath in another reblog. Idk man, I just have a lot of thoughts. Whatever. They get married in a few years anyway

Alastor is in school for radio broadcasting, obviously

His best friend, Rosie, is in school for theatre.

They met during orientation, they were in the same small group and have been inseparable ever since.

Vox is in school for Television broadcasting

Alastor and Vox are in the same year, and they end up as randomly assigned roommates their freshman year.

They realized they were both broadcasting majors, just in different concentrations and hit it off from there

it's pretty normal for their freshman year. It's not until things start kicking off sophomore year that things start getting spicy.

Alastor gets hired at the school's local radiostation as a paid intern. He puts a good word in with the tv station for his roommate, Vox.

"He's a charmer for sure. Viewers would love him!"

Vox gets hired as an editor pretty quickly in the second semester of their sophomore year after looking at his portfolio and grades. He's an impressive guy!

Alastor gets a little airtime every once in a while, but not too often simply due to there being no room for a new show

Vox and Alastor are still friends, they bicker back and forth and Vox teases Alastor about how he's just a paper pusher - which is fine, paper is simply better than all of the mess that computers make anyway.

UNTIL

Someone calls out sick from the radio station and there's no one to take the slot on the air.

enter Alastor

Vox is in the editing room next to Studio A, where Alastor is about to go live

Alastor starts the show, hardly looking at the script, and he's an absolute natural

Vox sits there for a second going "Oh!!! He's good at this!!" and promptly can't focus on any of his editing. What can he say, Al's voice is enchanting.

After the show, the ratings are soaring, so Alastor, only an end of year sophomore, gets offered a slot on the air. Four days weekly, mainly on the weekend to save time for classes.

His time on air coincides with Vox's editing times

(dun dun dun)

Vox is stuck listening to Alastor's perfect little radio voice every time he's editing, and it seems like no matter what noise-canceling headphones he puts on, he can't get that smooth voice out of his head.

This does nothing to sedate Vox's ever-growing crush on Alastor, only frustrating him further.

The summer comes around and Alastor is offered an extra day in the studio and a paid position. He's now on every weekday.

Vox is editing one day, trying his hardest to concentrate, but all he can hear is Alastor laughing with some call in, before answering in a borderline flirtatious tone.

he ends up standing and throwing a fit, accidentally kicking his chair into the shared wall.

The sound interrupts Alastor's broadcast. His first on-air call in broadcast.

The two end up back in their apartment and Alastor corners Vox, questioning him on why he was throwing a ridiculous fit and trying to sabotage his opportunities.

They get into their first fight, screaming back and forth for the better part of an hour, before they finally give up and make up.

Alastor, feeling kind, suggests to their boss that they bring Vox onto a segment or two on the TV side of things to give him some on-air experience.

Vox did start getting airtime, a few times a week to be a guest on the main segment, but the studio is broke, so they can't pay him or offer too much extra time. Nonetheless, the audience loves his quick whit and charisma.

The two are friendly again, everything is okay.

They're shooting the shit at Alastor's desk when the studio manager comes up and tells Alastor he's going to be the main guest on the morning news show. This isn't an offer, its a requirement. The people want to see the face behind the voice.

Vox keeps his composure in front of their manager, but as soon as he rounds the corner, Vox storms off without a word.

The next day comes around and Alastor is not pleased with being on TV, but tries to reconcile things with vox by giving him a shout out on the air.

"You know, I'm not exactly cut out for being in front of the camera, a microphone is more my style. But my friend, Exavier Vox, is wonderful in front of the camera. You really need to bring him on some day!"

Vox, who is shadowing the show director that day, thinks that Alastor is mocking him. His pen breaks in his hand, he blames it on the pen and excuses himself to go clean up in the bathroom.

While on the show, Alastor mentions a few times that he's bringing a special guest onto his show, and that everyone in the college should tune in

Vox gets excited, thinking its himself.

Privately, Alastor mentions that it's not Rosie announcing a new show or anything like that, that would simply be an advertisement slot. It's something much more exciting than that. Plus, Rosie's already been on the show too much.

It hits Vox that, well, he's never been on the show.

A few days pass and Vox hasn't been asked to join the show.

The day of the show comes around. Alastor leaves the house looking much nicer than he usually does, even sporting a blazer over his usual suspenders and bowtie.

Vox goes into the office later than Alastor, but spots him escorting someone around. He peaks out of his office and sees none other than the Student Body President, Lucifer Morningstar.

Vox absolutely snaps.

After the broadcast, Alastor walks into the apartment and Vox immediately starts screaming. They get into an absolutely nasty fight, the worst they've ever had. They're throwing pens and books, it looks like your parents fights during the recession of 2008.

A few days later, Alastor is asked to observe Vox's broadcast, one of his first solo broadcasts. When the room is asked for comments, Alastor stays silent. The only time he says anything is to make a noncommittal comment about how Vox should speak up and enunciate his words better. Vox is fuming, and the producer agrees.

He sees this as utter and complete disrespect.

They end up going home separately, but as soon as both of them are in the apartment, the blowout fight happens.

Alastor storms out, slamming the door as he leaves to the only other safe place he can think of now that the studio is closed and Rosie is home for the weekend: his new friend Lucifer's house.

Alastor arrives with a smile so obviously fake that even nieve Lucifer can see through it.

Lucifer invites him in and makes a pot of coffee, knowing they're going to need it for the night.

Coffee switches into wine, and by the end of the night, Lucifer knows nearly everything about Alastor and Vox's dwindling friendship. They two somehow migrated to the floor, leaning against the couch with two empty bottles between their legs, a third being passed between them,

Lucifer offers to let Alastor stay on his couch for a few days while things simmer down. Alastor happily accepts.

The two get close quick. Alastor admits that he used to think Lucifer was annoying and not fit to be the student body leader. Lucifer admits that he used to think Alastor was pretentious and not worthy of all the attention the studio and media gave him.

By day four of Alastor and Lucifer practically living together, Alastor has to step outside to call Rosie, who was already driving home, to figure out this strange feeling in his stomach. Why did he feel so nervous around his friend? Why were his palms sweaty and his cheeks warm? Why did he want to impress him so badly?

You've got a crush, Alastor! Oh my- I never thought I'd see the day!

Alastor denies it for a few days, but finds that he doesn't want to leave Lucifer's side. Maybe Rosie's onto something. She did always know more about Alastor than he did himself.

About two weeks go by, Alastor's been avoiding Vox like the plague, but he eventually needs to go and get more of his things and clothes. He brings Lucifer with him, needing the moral support from his new not-boyfriend.

He thought he had the timing correct, thinking Vox was at the studio editing. Apparently, he had switched his editing slot with someone else that day. Alastor had no idea.

They enter the apartment and it's dead silent for a moment as everyone simply stares at each other.

As soon as Vox stands, Alastor steps in front of Lucifer protectively. This motion snaps Vox's patience. Vox looks Alastor up and down and shakes his head.

"You disgust me."

"I've done nothing to deserve this."

Vox is speechless, knowing he has a laundry list of reasons Alastor absolutely deserves this treatment and worse.

Lucifer steps in to try and mediate, asking why Vox feels like Alastor deserves this, trying to get both sides of the story. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Alastor, ever the instigator, nods, laughing.

"No no! Go ahead! Why do I deserve this treatment? What in the world have I done to you to make you hate me so incredibly much, my friend?

Vox starts in on him, counting off everything Alastor has done to hurt him, disrespect him, and disregard him. Everything he can think of is listed. Alastor just smiles and nods, egging him on. Lucifer puts his hand on Alastor's chest, trying to get him to stop, or at least calm down.

Vox sees the motion and his words die in his throat. He shakes his head again and walks to his room, grabbing his backpack and begins to pack his things.

"Vox, you don't have to do this. If you guys just take a deep breath and sit down, we can talk this-"

Lucifer is cut off by a glare from Vox and what sounds like a growl from Alastor behind him.

"Have fun with Mr. Student Body President, Alastor." Vox turns back to Lucifer and eyes him up and down. "Enjoy the spotlight while you have it, because when the dial turns to a new channel, no one will be around for you."

Lucifer is left absolutely speechless while Alastor is shaking with rage as the door slams behind him.

Please I beg someone talk to me about college au radioapple i am a radio broadcasting major and i have so many IDEAS and i just want to chat

[speakofthedebbie]

im withering away

[tianrenart]

Writing thoughts “What Has Been”

Recently a question from a reader made me wonder if I ever posted this power and abuse wheel here (it’s specifically for recognizing abuse in queer relationships because there are different power embalances then those found in straight relationships). I have on twitter. I have talked alot about my radiostatic fic “What Has been” on twitter. Anyway I am always so surprised when I here how much that fic touches ppl with it’s realism because it was very much inspired by my own abusive. I don’t think queer domestic abuse is talked about and alot of times we don’t even realize we are in an abusive dynamic because of how society treats us as queer ppl. That’s why I set “What Has Been” during the time of the legalization of gay marriage. That’s why Vox was so obsessed with his image as a bi man in a relationship with another man and making it look perfect even when it was killing him. That’s why I wanted to write Vox the way I did. Someone reconciling their sexuality and realizing they deserve better even if society would say he was the stereotype they wanted to attach to him as a bisexual man. Vox had to be someone who had to save himself because there where no social safety nets for him. Just like so many queer ppl in the same situation (like me). In the end Vox choosing to tell his story on Alastor’s podcast mirriores me choosing to write my story in the from of a radiostatic fanfic. Abuse takes away your agency, your voice and so many things. Being able to take that back is so powerful. You deserve to be seen, to be heard and to be loved. Let no one silence you because your story might just help someone else get free.