Hello you, yes YOU!!! Do you like radiostatic? Maybe even a dash of radiosilence? Do you like toxic male yaoi? Look no further than a currently being developed AU- โDeer in Headlightsโ
I am open to any questions based on this silly little post!!
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@deerinheadlightsau
Hello you, yes YOU!!! Do you like radiostatic? Maybe even a dash of radiosilence? Do you like toxic male yaoi? Look no further than a currently being developed AU- โDeer in Headlightsโ
I am open to any questions based on this silly little post!!
Taking a short break from posting Deer in Headlights! Well, itโs been a bit of a long one!!
Unfortunately!!! I was hit by the AO3 CURSE ON MY FIRSR CHAPTER (my house flooded, room flooded, windshield broke, and got sick)
HOWEVER!!! I plan on having chapter 2 out BEFORE Aprilโฆ
But, in the meantime!! OC share!!!
Irene Clark!! No, thatโs not quite right. Meet Irradia.
Irradia is the overlord in charge of all of the neon lights in hell. Every sign, every flicker, thatโs her (she also makes microwaves. And weaponsโฆ) but, mostly lights!!
Irradia was born in 1894 in New Jersey. Growing up poor, she always wanted money. Wanted fame. Sheโd lie, cheat, and steal to get it. Until she got a job at a factory. Painting clock dials with radium paint. Nothing could go wrong.
But it did go wrong. Horribly so. And women started getting sick and dying. And Irradia knew. And she lied. And she covered it up. She would do whatever to keep making money. She was actually able to get higher and higher in the companyโฆ until it caught up to her, too. She got sick. Terribly sick.. until her jaw rotted off. Her throat rotted too, consumed by the radium paint. She was knowingly killing herself and others, all for money. All for gain. Dead in 1926
And then, she woke up in hell.
She was at the bottom. Buried in a lead coffin above. She set to work, not reflecting on what ended her up in hell. And work she did. Eventually, she made light. Glowing light. From herself, she made the first neon lights in hell with radium.
From there, this turned into an empire. She created a monopoly, killing anyone who stood in her way. Now? Any light you see in Hell? Thatโs her. Sheโs vile, terrible to her employees, cutthroat, and will do anything for a quick buck. Charismatic on the surfaceโฆ
Unless she has a meltdown.
I can include more information if anyone is interested! I didnโt want to make this post too long!!! But Iโve got a TON of fun lore for her!!
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ
(๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐)
๐๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ค
- The TV Made Me Do It- Moon Walker
- An Unhealthy Obsession- TBRSO
- New Invention- IDKHBTFM
- The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley
- New God- Moon Walker
- Rule #34- Fish in a Birdcage
- Copy of A- Nine Inch Nails
- The Handler- Muse
-The Hand That Feeds- Nine Inch Nails
- Stalkerโs Tango- Autoheart
- Shadow- Chromatics
-Redesign Your Logo- Lemon Demon
- Fear & Delight- The Correspondents
- attention! breaking news- DANG
- Dr. Sunshine is Dead - Will Wood and the Tapeworms
๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐
Things were going so well. But he never can keep his hands to himself, can he?
๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐- ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ
8 hours later and the chapter 1 comic is done!!!
๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐
๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ง
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77953081/chapters/204258021
With 3k+ words, at long last chapter one is completed. Thank you all for your interest in my silly little au. Below is a snippet, please check on AO3 if you want to read the rest!
๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐- ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ท๐ป๐ฌ๐น 1 ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ๐บ๐ฌ๐น
The neon lights of Vee tower shone bright in the city, bathing the red hellscape in much needed hues of bright, electric blue. A short distance away, unfortunate city workers were doing their damndest to clean up the aftermath of yet another battle. Recovering remnants of bodies, clearing debris. A constant stream of work. For a battle between overlords, it was relatively short and contained, surprisingly. โIt could always be worseโ seemed to be the motto of those poor wretches who were given the task. But to those inside of the large tower, the damage of the little squabble was unimportant. Not with what they had gained.
Within Vee tower, business was bustling, as usual. Workers scurried around like ants, doing their best to complete their tasks to the best of their ability, afraid of the consequences from those in charge. Beyond that hustle and bustle, high above all the meaningless wretches who found themselves unfortunate enough to be employed by the Vees, Vox sat in his office. Displayed on his screen was a look that could only be described as smug. And he had good reason to be smug, given who it was who sat across from him.
Alastor had never wanted to be in this wretched and tacky building. He certainly didnโt want to be in a room with Vox ever again. And he also figured that it would be displeasing to be tied up to a chair, weak enough to be held captive. Unfortunately for him, all of that was true. He currently sat in an office chair, confined to it by wires. His chest burned, the aftermath of Vox tearing out those stitches that held Alastorโs chest together. As a result, dried blood darkened the fabric of his sloppily reassembled suit. And to top it all off, His winning smile had been covered up by a mask with a frown printed onto it. Alastor almost found it humorous. The fact that Vox had prepared something like that, that he thought he wouldโve ever had an actual shot at defeating the other. The only reason he was even here was because he let it happen to him.
The office around him wasโฆ bright. So bright it made him squint his eyes just ever so slightly. The decoration within the room could be described as sparse at best. Cold shiny floors, with only a desk as any sort of furniture. Behind him were large elevator doors, doors that he had been enthusiastically pushed through by his captor. He had only managed to glance at the televisions that seemed to line either side of the doors, large red beams of light dividing each television. The walls were host to a few posters of advertisements featuring who else but the Vees. Again, tacky and garish were the only good words Alastor could come up with to describe them. Behind Vox, several screens of varying size displayed a constant buzz of different images. Images, emails, security feeds, anything else in between. And just a little off to the side was a display shelf of a few bottles of various liquors. Alastor would kill for a drink right now, not that heโd ever sink so low as to ask the other for one.
Finally, he focused his gaze on the man of the hour, the key to his whole plan. He had been, as predicted, stupid enough to take the deal Alastor had proposed without a second thought. Perhaps it was just the idea of finally shaking hands that had made him so quick, so eager. Or maybe it was because Alastor had held back enough to make himself seem weaker, to make the media overlord think that Alastor was doing this out of some sad desperation to save his skin. The demon was a clown after all. Loud and braggadocios, flocked by yes men and never able to do anything on his own. The expression on Voxโs face was stupid. Perhaps that was just his face. Voxโs posture was straight, his hands clasped together on the desk before him as he justโฆ took it all in. Alastor, here, because he lost. It brought himโฆ so much joy.
(REST OF CHAPTER 1 COMING TO AO3 SOON >:) )
๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง (SPOILERS AHEAD. IF YOU WANT TO FIGURE THINGS OUT ON YOUR OWN OR WANT TO WAIT FOR THE FANFICTION TO RELEASE, DO NOT READ)
This will also be the page to ask any other questions on!!!
There are many features to Alastorโs redesign, as well as two stages in the design process. Velvette was the one in charge of the redesign in this AU. She wanted him to be less tacky, less red. Most, if not all of the blues in this outfit are directly from Vox. This is intentional, showing how in many ways this isnโt entirely Alastor. Heโs having his strings pulled.
The monocle in this design, as noticed, is a screen. This is because Alastor is not completely under mind control. He, and this is very important can think and make his own choices, memories and thoughts have merely been tampered with. Consent is important. Usually this screen will just show data, incoming messages, or whatever. Vox can hijack this screen to check in on Alastor when heโs not with him.
Alastorโs sclera is black! This is from an earlier draft of the story, where Vox made Alastor sell his soul to Vox while Al was in a trance state. However, this is likely to be cut in the future. For now, the basis of the black sclera is the fan theory that black sclera means the soul is directly owned. But this is likely to be scrapped in future designs
Alastorโs staff is fixed! Yes, in Alโs mind, Al came to Vox to make a deal with him not to be his little prisoner, but instead to use his tech to fix the wound in his chest and to fix his staff. The deal that was made in the show is still canon and what actually happened. While Alastor was first under Voxโs control, Vox handed Al over to Velvette to give him a new look. Vel thought the staff, like everything else, was tacky and gross. She did cosmetic repairs, and then sent the staff off to whatever poor employees work in the actual โmaking thingsโ part of Voxtek.
Alโs hair has curls!! Vel HATED that bob. She decided to give him a much needed upgrade. She found she could not organically fix his hair (part of hellโs punishment, perhaps?) and she ended up using a few spells and a lot of product to get his hair to be decent.
The original image was a traditional drawing. At this time in the AU, Alastor was going to be renamed to โVenisonโ. This was later scrapped. I then digitally made the version, which was later refined and redrawn once more.
๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐
(Minor murdermedia)
A serial Killer in New Orleans? More likely than you think. (Transcript will be in comments if needed)
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Doesnโt he look good in a VOXTEK suit folks?? So much sleeker, less red! And he doesnโt look like he stole from an antique shop!! Perfectly in time to rally against heavenโs oppression! Itโs time to rally together!! RESIST, amirite?
If the radio demon set aside his differences, why canโt you?
(Design post, no real lore yet >:) )
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐.
What do you get when you mix a semi-mind controlled Radio Demon, a business partnership with the Vees, and old feelings resurfacing?
You get some GAY SHIT.
Who cares about the implications of your old friend transforming your clothes into what they once were? Who cares that you already have a partner? That if he was truly free, heโd be tearing you limb from limb?
No. Right now all that matters is this moment. You and him. Business partners. Together like you should have been from the start. You just need to forget that all of this is because you are in control of his mind.
๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ- ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง
What a fine fellow he is! (And he has his curls because I win.)
Up until Alastor took that deal with Vox, everything was going great. Perfectly according to plan.
He just hadnโt realized how weakened he was from Adam. How unfortunate for him.