𝐎𝐡, 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝑶3 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

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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- “Deer in Headlights”

I am open to any questions based on this silly little post!!

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Taking a short break from posting Deer in Headlights! Well, it’s 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 April…

But, in the meantime!! OC share!!!

Irene Clark!! No, that’s not quite right. Meet Irradia.

Irradia is the overlord in charge of all of the neon lights in hell. Every sign, every flicker, that’s her (she also makes microwaves. And weapons…) but, mostly lights!!

Irradia was born in 1894 in New Jersey. Growing up poor, she always wanted money. Wanted fame. She’d 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 company… 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? That’s her. She’s vile, terrible to her employees, cutthroat, and will do anything for a quick buck. Charismatic on the surface…

Unless she has a meltdown.

I can include more information if anyone is interested! I didn’t want to make this post too long!!! But I’ve got a TON of fun lore for her!!

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𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

(𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐔)

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤

- 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

- Stalker’s 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

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𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

Things were going so well. But he never can keep his hands to himself, can he?

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏- 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥

8 hours later and the chapter 1 comic is done!!!

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𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧

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!

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. ‘It could always be worse’ 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 didn’t 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 Alastor’s 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 would’ve 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 was… 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 and a few chairs decorating the room (poorly, in Alastor’s opinion), Behind him was a set of large 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 and portraits of 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. Behind the multiple displays there seemed to be a tank of some kind, though it was too obscured to make out what would possibly lie within something of that size. To his right was a set of shelves, backlit by a bright blue. His eye first had been drawn to a ridiculous portrait of Vox, atop a shark of all things. After gazing far too long at the absurd piece, Alastor’s gaze had made it to the shelves. They were host to a few meaningless awards and bottles of various liquors. Alastor would kill for a drink right now, not that he’d 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 Vox’s face was stupid. Perhaps that was just his face. Vox’s posture was straight, his hands clasped together on the desk before him as he just… took it all in. Alastor, here, because he lost. It brought him… so much joy. Joy that was almost immediately turned to irritation when the deer decided to open his mouth.

“It’s rather sad that you needed them to best me, Vox.” The Radio Demon’s voice dripped with feigned sympathy, each word wrapped in cold sarcasm. It grated against Vox’s nerves, sharp enough to make his eye twitch, though his expression never cracked. A thin, icy smile remained settled on his face as he prepared to respond. Alastor didn’t allow it. “Honestly, I thought you were better than that. But yet again, you disappointed me. Every time I think my opinion of you couldn’t get any lower, you always manage to do so.” Alastor tsked,shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment, like he was scolding a child. Even if the mask obscured most of his features, his words were still unhindered. And that was all he needed. His words were one of his greatest weapons, and he never missed an opportunity to draw blood.

Vox was frustrated, simmering even. He didn’t know what he expected, Alastor loved the sound of his own voice, always taunting, always needling. But this time, things were different. He was the one in control. He was the winner. Not Alastor. The deer simply needed to be reminded of that fact. “Pssh, yeah, that’s why you had your own yuppies come scrambling in to try to save your sorry ass. And look at how that went for you, Al.” He rose from the desk, slowly beginning to circle around Alastor. His gaze was locked on him, like Alastor was a prized object in his collection. “No, no-“ His words dissolved into laughter as he went on. “I’ll tell you what’s sad, old-timer.” Vox stopped behind him. Two clawed fingers trailed up the nape of Alastor’s neck. The reaction was instant, Alastor’s ears flattening, eyes narrowing, a low, restrained growl slipping free. Just a hairline fracture in the mask. Vox’s smile sharpened. He knew exactly how much Alastor despised being touched; he’d learned that lesson long ago. No. Stop. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about the past, not when his future was so bright.

“What’s sad,” Vox continued, voice dripping with sick satisfaction, “Is a washed-up overlord, who once terrified the whole Pentagram, being reduced to playing hotel clerk. What’s sad is picking a fight with an angel, and losing. You’re a relic, desperately clinging to something you lost ages ago.” He punctuated his speech with a little zap to the back of Alastor’s head, the demon flinching forwards in response. “I mean c’mon! You lost to me! That’s gotta suck for you!” His grin stretched wide, brows lifted in absolute delight. Being able to mock Alastor after all of these years felt intoxicating. This was the closest he’d ever be to Heaven until he got the real thing. Alastor, for his part, merely shrugged, as if none of what Vox said mattered.

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𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔- 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 1 𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑹

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. ‘It could always be worse’ 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 didn’t 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 Alastor’s 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 would’ve 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 was… 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 he’d 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 Vox’s face was stupid. Perhaps that was just his face. Vox’s posture was straight, his hands clasped together on the desk before him as he just… took it all in. Alastor, here, because he lost. It brought him… so much joy.

(REST OF CHAPTER 1 COMING TO AO3 SOON >:) )

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 (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 Alastor’s 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 isn’t entirely Alastor. He’s 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 he’s not with him.

Alastor’s 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

Alastor’s staff is fixed! Yes, in Al’s 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 Vox’s 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 “making things” part of Voxtek.

Al’s 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 hell’s 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 “Venison”. This was later scrapped. I then digitally made the version, which was later refined and redrawn once more.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜

(Minor murdermedia)

A serial Killer in New Orleans? More likely than you think. (Transcript will be in comments if needed)

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Doesn’t he look good in a VOXTEK suit folks?? So much sleeker, less red! And he doesn’t look like he stole from an antique shop!! Perfectly in time to rally against heaven’s oppression! It’s time to rally together!! RESIST, amirite?

If the radio demon set aside his differences, why can’t you?

(Design post, no real lore yet >:) )

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

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, he’d 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.

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𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬- 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧

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 hadn’t realized how weakened he was from Adam. How unfortunate for him.