#radiotower

[minarachelle]

France - 2023

[linnheidi]

A tower to be/self portrait

[nonbinary-nature-lover-jeri]

Last Scene from my walk on February 25, 2023 - Birds fly past the KSFR Radio Tower (and it looks like cell phone tower) on West Alameda in Santa Fe as viewed on Long Zoom from Agua Fria New Mexico. The mountains behind are part of the Jemez Mountain Range. #JemezMountains #RadioTower #CommunicationsTower #CellPhoneTower #BirdsInFlght #LongZoomPhotography (at Santa Fe County, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpJRkUWrQf8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lost-fool-wandering]

Vysílač Hády

-L.F.

[brandonjohnbarnard]

Production history around: Arc

This article will be going over the events that led to the creation of ‘Arc’, a short film I made recently.

Me in Dartmoor holding the spirit mask — Photo by Anastasia Forbes.

For a few months now I have wanted to make a film about or in nature — mainly focussing on mushrooms (because they are cool). There are several reasons why I wanted to make a ‘nature’ film. Firstly, I want to push myself to do different genres and motifs. With every film I learn something new, and there are so many wells out there, so why not dip my toes into as many as I can. Secondly, Devon is wonderful for the outdoors, so it feels like a wasted opportunity not to. Recently I saw some dome videography work by Dr Kayla Parker and Dr Stuart Moore during their screening of ‘River Visions’ at the Immersive Vision Theatre. This partly pushed my search into the area more so.

(‘River Visions’ screening on the 14th of October, 2024)

Thirdly, when it comes to galleries and screenings, nature and the environment is a common theme. It feels good to have a film available for each occasion, so submission guidelines do not act as a barrier.

In early October, I stumbled upon an Instagram post by Fotonow CIC.

Two aspects jumped out at me — play is a large part of my ‘chance in filmmaking’ PhD, so I thought it may be a useful academic experience, and secondly, it was a good excuse to finally film the nature piece which had been nagging me recently.

I had invited my wife and our friend Ana along with us. I did feel a bit guilty about taking up so many of the limited spaces myself, but it was the first of these types of events I had been on, so honestly I was a little nervous before arriving. Also, I am very unfit, so I did not want to be left to die in the moors. I really appreciate the photos the two of them took of me. Often I am the person taking photos at events, so it sometimes appears that I was never there!

Before arriving at the designated meetup spot, one of the first things I noticed (other than all the adorable Dartmoor ponies) was a massive structure pointing up to the heavens. Later I learnt that it was the North Hessary Tor transmitting station. It kept reappearing on the walk, so I decided this would be the antagonist of the film.

We met everyone at a carpark in Princetown where we were given a brief overview of the day. Abigail did a great job of leading the session.

During this rundown, we were handed prompts of what we could be thinking about during the trip. The quick readthrough of this pamphlet painted my vision of what to expect.

Partly due to prompts being a large part of my practice, I instantly thought this unexpected element was a cool inclusion. It is like reading a book and finding a reference that fits perfectly into your essay. I had not thought about a collection of prompts painting a theme before, like a mental mood board. The idea of ‘prompts with purpose’.

Thinking about it in terms of folklore, I feel it makes total sense to include. The way in which I view the moors would be totally different to someone who grew up around them, hearing different stories about spiritual elements, and who has a better understanding of one’s connection to nature. The prompts, in a way, act as a shorthand to put you into that wavelength. Using prompts in this way feels like a clever way to start any activity. A mental readjustment.

The day was great, and the lighting was perfect for filming. The area was way more flat than I was expecting. This is not a bad thing, its just that upon arrival, I realised that my moist film about mushrooms had to shift into something else. The aforementioned prompts helped with that tremendously.

We only got hit by the rain for a short period, but this was already after we took a few introduction shots, and before we reached our basecamp. In a way the rain allowed us to push through the area quicker, so we had good light for the primary location. It was lucky in a way. What wasn’t as lucky was Isobel’s coat breaking (zipper busted), so she was affected by the elements more than some of us.

Everyone we met at the event was very nice. It is great how many cool people you can meet through a free event on Instagram. It was nice being able to hop from conversation to conversation, as well as to just run away and take some pictures. I have the complex with my filmmaking that I am making everyone wait up for me, but in this scenario everyone was always occupied with their own things, so I never felt like I was taking up too much time. It was nice.

Also one of the photographers brought along their dog, which was an instant highlight. They were the best boy at the event, hands down.

As a result of the prompts, I kept seeing portals everywhere. I had thoughts of ‘if I went through them, would I be in a world slightly different from my own?’. Alternatively, ‘what, from somewhere else, could travel here?’ — this became part of the premise of the film. A spirit, linked to the radio tower, which travelled through portals.

Our base was at the ruins of Foggintor Quarry. This location made me think about the connection between the present and the past, and how some elements of the past are in the present. As a result of these thoughts, I originally I wanted to call the film ‘Current’, as in electricity, and now. Instead I chose ‘Arc’, as in electricity, circle (portal), and the developing of a narrative.

I also thought about another interesting element regarding ‘time’ on this trip. That, to the untrained eye, it is hard to know what is 100 years old, or 5000 years old. The idea that the past becomes an ambiguous clump of information, with it hard to discern it all apart. We are so certain though, that ‘now is now’, and we are certain that the ‘future is later’, but should we be?

The prompts also asked that we ‘find spirits’, which shaped a lot of my thinking on the day. I thought that there could be a spirit linked to the transmission tower looming over us. Maybe using the tower to travel, maybe being upset that the tower exists in the landscape, like a God versus Babel situation, maybe both. There were also thoughts that the portals are what allow the spirit to appear. In a sense, the portals within these ruins, or those formed by ancient stone circles (or our little on on the floor), served as gateways, enabling the spirit to traverse time and emerge from the past into the present.

This ‘travelling through electricity’ made me think about my film ‘Disseminate’, where once something is made and put out into the world, it exists as its own entity. So the thought of me playing the main character in ‘Disseminate’ and ‘Arc’ made me think about a weird link between these films. This, on top of the thought that time may not be as linear as humans like to think, made me imagine a scenario where one of the films leads to the other. It is funny though, that in reality this is kind of true..

The mask was created by Abigail when she was younger for a school project (I cannot remember if it was GCSE or A-levels) — The prop was handed to me, and I decided to take this as a chance event. Even though there were other masks available, this would be the one I used. Cannot miss an excuse for degree and artistic relevance.

Below are some of the other props that were brought along. After the event, I had a look through Abigail’s portfolio, and it is cool to see that many of these pieces were used in some of her other works. She is talented, so I recommend you check her stuff out.

I do like the world of known vs. unknown. Often I meet people, not knowing at all how talented they are. The unknown being a time to ‘meet the person’ I feel is very important and healthy. Also, a lot of creators can get paralysed if they feel a ‘quality’ or ‘professionalism’ disconnect between them and the people they are working with. I feel it’s best to remove that whenever possible, as people are more likely to play, have fun, and create great works as a result.

For the song I used a snippet of ‘Auld’ by Casonika — I wanted something human, full of mistakes, and kind of folksy. The music also had an electrical interference to it which I felt matched the themes of the piece.

‘Auld Lang Syne’ means ‘long long ago’, which I felt also matched the themes around time I was thinking about while making this piece.

I think that’s all I have to say about the piece and the history around it so far! This is my first time writing an article so close to the release of the film (the next day). It does change a lot. Many of the details are clearer, but it also means that there is less history and reception to build upon. I may make a second article on its life once it has had time to exist, but we shall see. Thanks for reading.

[radioconstructed]

⌖ Jesus CHRIST, the WORST thing about PUBLIC WIFI is GETTING ADS on EVERYTHING AGAIN! How do you people LIVE LIKE THIS? I'm going to commit a CRIME!

[shoppinginacart]

THE LITTLE GUY. THE HUNCHED OVER LITTLE GUY.

Some fanart for the absolutely fantastic series Vita Carnis by Darian Quilloy! Tried to capture that vintage monster movie poster feel here and I'm super proud of the result, particularly the rendering and composition! Reblogs are welcome but please do not repost my art, thank you.

[moyuwutong]

SHADOW（Appleradio）

I'd like to see Lucifer find Alastor in his radiotower, seriously wounded. And Alastor's shadow (though weak and tired after the battle) becomes quite protective~

(We all know his shadow can't hurt Lucifer, not even a scratch:D

But it is interesting to see some of Alastor's power going out of his control and trying to do something for him. )

[cali]

gen z teenager tweeting "justin bieber is gay" and unknowingly activating ancient mechanisms, making secret network of radiotower pylon ruins built by the 9GAG admins during the obama administration rise out of the ground

[elsa-fogen]

What if in your breakfast au "stayed gone" Started while Vox still didn't know about Velvette and in Alastor's part instead of actually saying something he just goes "AAAAAAAAAAAAA" With Velvette's voice and that's how he finds out? It would be like "nice argument, unfortunately I am torturing your friend in my radio station" And I think that would be pretty funny and dark at the same time

THIS IS FUNNY

But two things

Stayed gone happened before overlord meeting, and Vel was kidnapped right apter

Alastor never disappeared in this au! So stayed gone never happened, or there was another song, and such things heppen pretty often, because Alstor is having fun with it

but anyway, if that was the case, i imagine him and Rosie stitting in his radiotower and giggling like two gremlins they are, waiting to drop the most horrifying trauma onto 2/3 Vees

[smash-or-pass-objects]

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

More DomesticatedStaticradio fluff:

-When Charlie was a child, she was often dressed by Vix and Alastor lile those old timey wimey lolita gowns style thing from the 20's-40's complete with bonnet and ribbons. As she grew older she began to mimic her daddy and papa's clothing, Vox one day notices how Charlie didn't seem more incline to wear dresses and a teacher (bitch) once complain how Charlie doesn't like to wear the "proper girl" clothing.

Result? A teacher was served as dinner for Alastor and both daddies spoil their little girl with more clothing of her choices so long as it does not harm her nor humiliate her. Her happiness is all that matters.

-Alastor said j'etaime to Vox for the first time, Vox short circuited and went into Voxtech with a big goofy smile, gave several interns a heart attack at how sappy the boss is.

-Vox once gave Alastor a room filled with vintage records he (aka his poor henchmen) dug up or made (or even threaten old dead 1870-1920's hollywood celebrities in Pentagram city to rerecord). Alastor was so happy he actually broke character and literally cried. Vox (the idiot) panicked thinking he made his Alastor sad.

-Velvette thinks the two are saps. Carmilla thinks they should get a room-- nvm she does not want to risk a "second" child made from their current. In Carmilla's pov it was a godsend miracle Charlie (hahahahaha) came out of them as a normal sweet little girl.

-Vark and Charlie slept together one time in Vark's bed. Let us just say you can see a HUGE wallpaper of the two in a certain computer in Voxtech and a huge photograph frame in gold and hang proudly in the Radiotower.

-Husk when meeting baby Charlie: How did you two make this little girl?

Alastor:... electrical current.

Vox: (I thought we finally agree on Vark getting her...!)

Husk stared at Charlie:...*smiles* You're not too bad kid.

Charlie: o7o

Vox forcing old singers to re-record their music so Alastor could listen to it again makes me want to bite something, that's so goddamn sweet

My soul feels healed

[helgafolk618]

Hilda and Jo: Together Again

(aka another fanfic idea i had even though i should be working on erikafolk)

"Everything's changed, hasn't it?"

"Yes. But it's the way of the world for things to change. It wasn't for nothing. We'll always have our memories of this place."

"But that's all it is! Memories. Our house is gone. The mountain's gone. Our life here's gone. And now... Now you're gone too."

...

Rewatching the episode "Together Again" in Adventure Time: Distant Lands and finding out about the scrapped storyline for Hilda E2E8 "The Fifty-Year Night," I had a tearjerking idea for a Hilda fanfic.

Johanna dies during Hilda's late teens. What caused her death? Who knows! One thing is certain though: Hilda will never see life the same way again.

Sure, she still was the same fearless, adventure-loving girl; but her motivations for her love for adventures changed. She kept adventuring more than ever in order to distract herself from having the time to even think about Johanna. She still had David, Frida, Alfur, Twig, and all of her wonderful friends, but often she wonders how long will she live for until she dies and gets to join her mother.

It didn't help that Johanna's body disappeared. Her own daughter couldn't even meet her as a ghost.

More information:

In her adult life, Hilda became a naturalist and explorer, authoring several books about her exploits around the world. She's becoming to come to terms with her mother's death. She thought, this is what Johanna would want her to do.

Until one day, she discovered strange, magical creatures, "Skuggers" she called them. Bearing a striking resemblance to a certain fae entity, these creatures have immensely powerful illusion magic. Also a very peculiar oddity with them: they're always sighted with seemingly random individuals who just died. Hilda found out the pattern: Skuggers always look for the remains of fairy-human hybrids. Just when Hilda was getting over Johanna, she saw this as an opportunity to finally get closure about her mother's whereabouts.

She said goodbye to her friends and acquiantances back in Trolberg, only bringing Twig along for her quest to find out more about Skuggers. Although, all her attempts failed because, well, hard to fool a being capable of supernaturally fooling your very senses. After weeks of failure, she was gonna head back to Trolberg when she finally spotted a Skugger, not too far from the wall, bringing a bag of bones; it seemed like it was going somewhere. Hilda and Twig followed it discreetly and discovered a fairy circle in the mountains that was hidden by the Skuggers' magic. Unfortunately, at this point, they were found out and the Skugger sprinted along the mountainside, with Hilda and Twig chasing it. Who did those bones belong to? It seemed like she was finally gonna figure out where they stash all those fairy-hybrid remains. She's gonna see her mother again.

And then she fell.

Very high.

She landed with a thud.

And then she died.

In her final moments, she saw shadowy silhouttes, and then a very strange, colorful, yet familiar environment, before blacking out.

.

.

.

Years has passed. Hilda rose up from the ground and saw that she was transparent and skeletal. She was a ghost! Her tombstone was even there! She thought she was buried at St. Guglows, but a quick turnaround revealed gigantic mushrooms, jade-colored rocks, and a flock of white woffs in the air. She was in Fairy Country!

Turns out, Phinium and Lydia saw Hilda dying and "abducted" her with the watchtower, but it was too late to save her. They hid her body in a very remote place in the isle, where no one but them could find it.

Hilda saw that the entire island is in darkness. Shouldn't the sun never set in Fairy Country? To be honest, she also didn't expect a lot of jury-rigged radiotowers, skyscrapers, and roads. What happened to the fairies?

Yeah, Fairy Country as we know it has been transformed by years of mad science and old magic, thanks to Victoria Van Gale. She assumes de facto control over all of Fairy Country and dubbed them the territory of the "Republic of Van Galea". The Skuggers were her personal inventions, meant to exploit the island's properties where what you see is what people want to believe they are.

Those remains? Skuggers use the ghostly forms of fairy-human hybrids in order to power their illusion magic. They're locked up somewhere in the watchtowers.

Try guessing who else is a certain half-fairy ghost there... ;)

And you know how Hilda reacted to all of this? The fact she died prematurely, the fact that her friends thought of her as missing for years, the fact that Victoria Van Gale has messed up the Fairy Isles beyond belief?

She simply lit up with joy and thought, "I get to see Mum again!"

:D

(The burden of those questions will come to her later).

[radiotowered]

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Very bizarre headcanon / idea

Television Demon starts shit but accidentally crashes the movie night for the Hotel. He'd been in full overlord form angling for the radiotower side of the new hotel, screaming in a garbled static because he was incoherent with rage after Alastor taunted him mid-show.

Alastor being a cheeky little fucker, pops open a window to ask Vox if he'd care to comment on the rumours the last callers had raised? That Vox was built like a kendoll with detachable attachments.

Vox is pissed primarily because he knows Alastor knows that's only half true... but he's having trouble getting actual words to form outside of a thousand soundbytes screaming like a t-rex all at once, in response.

The Overlord form's main screen has to lower to stare at the radio demon, glaring in fury, to which Alastor laughs and narrates the situation to his listeners. Resting an elbow on the windowframe as he cups his face, grinning in genuine devilish joy to see the other so undone.

"Not helping the rumours, my good technological nightmare, by reacting like this... Now, since I have you here for an interview, would you care to comment on having something four foot long that glows AND vibrates? Really, Vox, I've heard of experimentation but this sounds like overcompensation to a morbid degree, is your little moth encouraging such insanity?"

"Ksshzzt -o0u wi-wi-WISHhhhh, Fuc-Fuc-FUcccKKKK3333r..."

"...not particularly, no. Shall I take that as confirmation? Excellent. Dear listeners, it appears that our unexpected guest is trying to work out how best to goad me outside without destroying the foundation of the hotel that his majesty, Lucifer, remade with his own power for dear Princess Charlotte. I doubt his little highness would be too magnanimous towards anyone who destroyed it again..."

He laughs wildly, the sound distorting into a warbling noise of threat as a sharp bolt of electricity made contact.

"Dear listeners, it appears that the little picture box is seeking to play rough and tumble... so do forgive my ending this little show early in order to entertain his foolishness. Enjoy the preprogrammed selection of music, and have a blood-soaked night of your choosing."

A record clicked over automatically as the microphone switch flicked off. Alastor launches himself out the window, growing in size, as the door to his tower snaps open, with a worried Charlie and scowling Husk yelling at him to stop.

The tech overlord makes an earsplitting metallic screech as he fell back, slamming harshly into ground outside with the full demonic form of the radio demon on his chest, the jaw unhinging to laugh... and then to bite.

Vox ejects electricity into the other's chest, right where he knew adam had hit the guy, his cables parrying the tendrils, to elicit an agonised howl of grinding static and an animalistic screech.

Sharp claws descend to tear off one of his secondary screens, blood and fluid begins to cover them both. Red and blue, Vox enjoys that he managed to reopen that poorly concealed wound, and taunts Alastor over the airways.

"GUYS, STOP!" Charlie shouts, throwing down a blast of her musical fireworks to try and distract. They burn the respective skins of two overlords, long enough for the front doors to burst open and admit the furious tiny monarch...

"Just WHAT do you think you're doing on the grounds of MY DAUGHTER'S HOTEL?" he yells, a menacing ball of hellfire in one hand. Or, it had been... because suddenly both OVerlords are being engulfed in the licking nightmare, as Lucifer flew himself closer, grinning.

"Not so powerful now, are we? Don't try to put it out, only I can... hellfire, you know? Hah. You two stop this and I'll even let you regenerate a bit before I toss you both out of here for ruining movie night."

"Dad, stop! Remember the mercy thing we talked about?" Charlie yells, Husk helping her down via his seldom-used wings, because the alternative was Charlie jumping out the window without thought to her safety. Lucifer snaps the flames away as she approaches, leaving charred OVerlords growling at him. "Alastor, I need you to stop fighting Mr Vox... it looks bad for the hotel... and Mr Vox, please make an appointment before coming here."

A tendril pats her on the head and pointedly moves her out of reach as Vox blasts another round of electricity directly into his chest. Alastor responds by gouging at his arm until it dangled loosely.

"I. Said. STOP!" Lucifer Commands, blasting the pair with his aura. IT feels like a sledgehammer coming from every angle.

Vox and Alastor emit something warped and primal, forced out of OVerlord form by the King. Vox noted, with dizzy satisfaction, that Alastor had gone pale as he clutched his chest... near insensate from the resonance.

Seizing the opportunity, he flips them, pinning Alastor and catching both wrists to send bursts of controlled charge at the other in a rapidfire assault that finally overwhelms the smug fucker. Vox finds himself hurled off the radio demon by a large angelic wing, blinking rapidly to locate the King looking down at him with distinct distaste.

"Sinner, you test my patience... at least the bellhop had the sense to stop when I forced you both apart." His features were equally blank when he stared at the bloody mess of both Overlords, before grinning as he raised a hand. "I think you need some time out, hmm? Let's get you back to that little tower of yours and out of my hair."

"FfffuCCcKKk" Vox feels himself on the fritz, mind computing a dozen plans in microseconds, trying to locate a loophole. The little princess was kneeling by Alastor, her hands already bunching up her red blazer and applying it with force to the bleeding gash that lay beneath the clothes.

Husk, the drunken sot, positioned himself between them to ensure Vox didn't have line of sight access.

In a panic, he hurls himself into the nearest phone on the King's hip, and then back down so he was behind the Princess. The King hurtled towards the Overlord, who shoved Charlie and Husk backwards with a burst of electricity as he snatched at the Radio Demon.

Lucky the fucker was part tech, because it made it easier to fold their physical forms down into electricity and hurl them towards the nearby line. In his panic, Vox goes downstream instead of up, and this little fuck up meant they ended up in the hotel itself... ironically, in a way that even Alastor may have laughed at, in the television itself.

Lucifer, outside, tries to summon the pair back to him, but something... goes wrong.The TV sparks, screen static and coloured lines, as the Overlords and their angelic injury hindered smooth translation back to physical form.

Angel yelps, falling over the back of the couch with Niffty in one arm, Kiki in another, Fat Nuggs in a third and a distinctly startled Vaggie tucked under a fourth. It was quite the spectacle.

The tech begins to scream, as does the DVD player, until the room began to light up in a way that seemed to suggest an explosion was at hand.

And then... it stopped.

Whatever the fuck that was, it settled right back into the DVD menu screen with the occasional blip and flicker.

"What?"

"Charlie, hun? Something's fucked with the tv?"

Charlie, skidding inside, takes note of the sudden change to the screen. "Oh no..."

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Waking up in an unfamiliar militaristic location were two confused humans who felt like something was trying very hard to add memories and information to their brain.

They're on a ship, a massive one, and it seems full of fanciful sci-fi nonsense that the unexplained information they now just Know calls 'Jaegers'.

"Well picture box, we're in quite the odd situation..." says a filter-less but polished voice. "I have no idea what is happening, would you?"

Vox, or the human he once was, is staring up at the nearest robot. "No fuckin' way..." He knew that thing. He'd seen it in a recent movie Vel had demanded they watch... he'd loved it of course. Soemthing about tech fighting giant eldritch monsters was both sexy and satisfying...

"Al I-... fuck." He'd turned to face the other, and jerked back in surprise at the unexpectedly hot dude standing behind him. Shit, they were human here? He immediatley touched his own face, and shuddered, feeling flesh not components. "I have a proper face again? And you're hot in life too? What the fuck..."

"Yes, you do indeed seem human again and it's not the worst face I've seen so congratulations. Now would you-... EXCUSE ME?" If he could have emitted radio screech, he would have. "What did you call me?"

"Hot, you stupid fucking idiot. Oh I am committing this to memory..." Vox replies, looking at his face in the nearest glass he can find, noting that other people didn't seem to interact with them right now. Could they not see them, or were they deviating from the plot too much? Who fucking cared.

He was also not about to cry over getting his face back. He wasn't.

"...that aside, would you know where we are?"

"No idea how or why but I think between my abilities, your corrupted injury and magic, and Lucifer trying to grab us out of the stream... we might have ended up in a movie? Pacific Rim?"

"That was scheduled for movie night, yes... but how is that..."

"Wait, are you still injured in here?"

"...it appears not. That is at least on our side. Now, can you explain to me more about this place?"

And that's when the first Kaiju alert came in.

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"I knew you were a stalker, Vox, but literally connecting to my brain via this neural handshake? Didn't you already try that with your cables when we fought years before?"

"Different scenarios. This one is reciprocal, you see some of my shit... just don't linger on any of it or you'll get stuck in it."

"Alright, same to you... nothing you may see is of any importance anymore."

The neural handshake finds enough commonality from their lives in Hell as friends and business partners, to make it snap together.

"Excellent, now... how do we move this thing?"

They pilot a clearly hastily renamed main plot device, uh, Jaeger called RadioStatic. Vox keeps laughing, but Alastor is confused about the whole injoke even with their brains connected.

After some experimentation and the realm's insistence on shoving false memories in their heads, the pair manage to attend to the oncoming Kaiju with only mild issues. They overcome it, which causes the world to shudder and change... Vox later explains that in the original story, the kaiju won, killing one of the pilots and traumatising the other.

The whole story diverges, with the exception of the persistent incoming kaiju...and Alastor beating the tar out of the fellow with the terrible australian accent. He's not sure why, but it irks him.

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Watching the whole situation with horror from the couch, the Hazbin Hotel staff are both amused and anxious. Knowing that the overlords were trapped in there until the credits (they hoped) ejected them back to Hell again... and Charlie wsa feeling guilty for watching the few moments of easy camaraderie arose between the two.

Cherri, and when did she get here? Was cheering for human alastor as he beat the fake aussie accent guy and his equally annoying son...

As the kaiju became more elaborate and dozens of jaegers went down, tension began to rise. The main plot had been abandoned, no one knew how this would end...

Something unexpected occurred, as the penultimate moment arose with RadioStatic and one of the older jaegers move towards the portal in the ocean, battling kaiju of increasing complexity.

Vox finds he now has access to his electricity, which he funnels through the jaeger. Alastor can use his green fire again, also changing the tide of battle.

Something was different though, more kaiju than in the original were flooding through. It didn't make sense.

RadioStatic was rent in two, neither pilot able to eject safely as they fumbled to break their mechanical seals to the Jaeger and one another. The large cat 5 in front of them, nicknamed on the fly as Val's Fury because Alastor thought he was hilarious, used several of their titanic legs to slam the jaeger under the waves.

In a moment of absolute horror, the Hazbin Hotel and King have to watch both men drown onscreen... and suddenyl an intriguing but potentially easily resolved situation becomes Too Real.

"Why aren't they snapped back here? I thought..."

"Shit, how do we even help?"

Lucifer isn't sure how to even start extracting the others... when the porblem solves itself. Red eyes snap open, and then an underwater explosion of blue, of green, subsumes the bodies.

With a wide grin crossing two changed faces, the pair expand and rise. No longer human, back to their Sinner bodies... and rapidly enlarging to kaiju-esque proportions in their overlord forms.

"No fuckin' way..." Angel breathes, eyes wide.

"I do believe you were being rude, little lizard..." Alastor intones, and begins to tear the thing apart, as Vox's cables deliver targeted shocks to weak points. They never strike the other, or get in the way, some part of the neural handshake was likely still in progress...

Vox claws the eyes out of the creature, as Alastor gouges out whatever it has for a throat with his gaping maw. Blue glowing goo coats both overlords, as the creature collapses.

They turn to take on some of the lower categories, lifting ejection pods out of the way when they saw them. The sea began to glow blue with the carnage about the pair.

It was as epic as it was hilarious, with a few of the downed jaeger pilots tucked amongst Vox's many screens and cables, and holding onto the wide branches of Alastor's antlers as the last of the original rangers, Pentecoste, blows the portal shut.

The pair of OVerlords waded back towards a nearby incoming Jaeger retrieval ship, returning each of the rescued humans to the vessel. Some part of them might be feleing altruistic, but it could also be the realm they were in influencing their sense of caring about each of the tertiary characters and their wellbeing...

Charlie was hoping for the former, because she was vibrating with joy at the idea that perhaps not even overlords were beyond saving.

Predictably, the moment some high ranking whatever the movie's system was had said something about their thanks for the assistance... weapons were aimed at the Overlords. Helicopters, air aircraft guns, another Jaeger and several smaller guns held by people on deck. No matter how the rescued yelled at their comrades to stop, why would they do this?

Eventually, the constant bombardment caused enough damage that the OVerlords went down, as planned.

An order goes out to gather them and harvest what they could to learn how the pair did this, how to replicate it.

The sea was turning a very particular mixture of red and blue, mingling with the blinding glowing blue...

The screen zooms in on the tertiary characters as someone makes a poignant statement about how humanity was the true monster all along... and the credits slam onto screen with a sharp music sting.

At that point, the television stuttered and began to glow violently as two thankfully normal-sized 7ft sinners appeared in a sodden mass before the couch. Sending the others into a flurry of frantic activity.

Lucifer eventually calmed everyone with only minimal raised voices.

He snaps his fingers to dry the pair and floor, erasing some of the blood. "Alright, just because that was entertaining and I need to work out how they did it, I'll give them a once-over..."

His Majesty makes a show of distaste as he heals the pair, including the worst-kept secret in the hotel... Adam's little lovetap. He washed his hands twice after absorbing that essence.

Angel eventually ends up picking up Alastor and putting him on one of the extra couches the king manifests, and hesitates over Vox. Given the guy watches Val hurt him, it's not hard to say the spider was less inclined to help him... but kindness in his battered heart wins out, and he puts the other on a soft surface.

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The real question is whether the outcome will be positive, negative, awkward, affectionate or just a mess.

Do they snap awake and demand a rematch with those fuckers in that fake movie military?

Do they refuse to acknowledge anything happened?

Does Vox decide to out Alastor's secret collar, because he saw how it happened in the neural link and Vox isn't held to a vow of silence like Alastor?

Do Alastor and Vox have to confront that perhaps their friendship is over / has the chance to start over? Or if there are deeper feeling there?

How do you react when someone has literally seen the deepest moments of your life?

Etc.

[furby-organist]

Random Local Alastor Facts!

He has a drawing tablet (like, a bamboo) hooked up to his computer in his radiotower.

He barely uses that OLD ASS COMPUTER except for accessing music that isn't available physically, and sometimes some research. Marina (@/killstreaming) set him up with her drawing tablet back when the Tumblr crab game first came out, and he liked it WAY more than a mouse! So he kept it and uses it instead of a mouse.

His pet raccoon (aka his Raccoon Son) has his own radio station!

He hooked a mic up to that little guy, so you get to hear broadcasted chattering and Raccoon Livestreaming, I guess. Sometimes the mic battery dies, though.

He knows how to make vegan food!

Not for himself, but for some the radio students. (Marina is vegan.) He used to feed them human meat (with full disclosure) bc like... they're college kids, it's free food, they weren't saying no;;; but after a reality check, he got his shit together and actually feeds them properly.

He does have a furby organ.

and sometimes he plays it on air in the morning. Monday morning hangover cure, probably.

He likes to read!

It can be anything! Fiction, nonfiction, academic work, if it's good, it's good! The last thing he read was the Wre/tched of the Ea/rth by Fra/ntz Fa/non. He's currently reading Bl/ood Meri/dian.

He does not like sweets very much.

He has permanent Keto Palate (not from doing keto though. It's just the way he is.) Refined sugar really does taste like battery acid to him! But he likes making sweet things sometimes, so, y'all get to be taste-testers. (Especially his husband.)

He's scared of dogs but does a decent job of hiding it.

Unless it starts barking and jumping at him. Then he needs to Leave. If it's just chilling, he'll be cautious + tense and keep a distance between them, but it's fine.

He's not the kind of serial killer who hurts animals.

He doesn't love animals like some serial killers who swing wildly in the opposite direction, though. He's just cool with them. They're just kind of out here doing their own thing. He thinks it's perfectly fine to eat them, but you're kind of a weirdo for hurting them for fun, the same way you're a weirdo for hurting a weaker perspn. And if he gets positive attention from one (NOT a dog), that's pretty cool too. He doesn't get a lot of positive attention from people, so, hey, he'll take it.

He's a Pick Me ass serial killer

Lol. He's "not like other serial killers" and he doesn't respect any of these freaks! People who kill others who don't stand a chance? You're weird for that. People who use axes and shit? You're a neanderthal. Look, it's not hard to kill another human being, especially a kid, kids are always out here inventing new ways to die anyway -- you're not special! You're weird as fuck actually

He still won't go to the doctor.

Even after Adam nerfed him! He will NOT see a medical professional. He'll just keep chewing on ice when that iron deficiency pica hits and he'll keep secretly dyeing his grey hair (don't metagame this)

He doesn't want kids of his own but he loves being a funcle!

What it says on the tin. He was born to be a funcle. He doesn't have the patience or selflessness to properly raise his own kid. It's good that he recognizes this.

His favorite kinds of jazz music are the experimental kinds!

Which flows in to why he's a big fan of modern-day experimental & noise. (That entire genre is inspired by jazz, btw.) His fav artist Of His Era is Cab Callaway, but, he also really likes Coltrane & other similar artists.