Been working a bit on this sketch since the newest update for @ereana ‘s fic The Last Minute Encore that I 100% recommend reading it’s so freaking good (literally obsessed) and this is all I could picture during the newest scene in the fic with Vox and Alastor finally talking in a bar of all places.
Nostalgia turned bitter. Happy moments tainted on Vox’s end. While Alastor is feeling sentimental about the whole thing.
Honestly the whole chapter is probably one of my favorites so far :3.
SituationTM Ask...#8: "Who did this to you?" OR #38: Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self...both for Radiostatic. 👀
Radiostatic & 'Who did this to you?'
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Wires ripped through the wooden door with a level of savagery that seemed unwarranted. Vox didn't care how it looked. He didn't care that he was standing on the porch of some cutesy, cottage-core log cabin right on the edge of Cannibal Town. He didn't care that this was grounds for Rosie to initiate a full blown turf war against the Vees. He didn't care about anything but tearing this place apart until he found what, or rather who, he was searching for.
The smartly decorated kitchen and living room suffered the same fate as the door; cables thrumming with electricity tore into the furniture sending shards of wood flying everywhere. Scorch marks began to cover the walls; there was nothing elegant about this, no restraint, no strategy, just the pure frantic destruction that spoke of a desperation Vox wasn't spending any effort to hide.
Nothing mattered but finding the source of that signal.
He knew that signal. It was carved into his very soul. He would recognise it anywhere. The Radio Demon was here somewhere and Vox was going to find Alastor even if he had to reduce the bastard's hideaway to rubble. It would serve him right for leaving Vox alone for six fucking years.
Six years of dead air.
Six years of silence.
Six years of absence that had felt more like hell than the entirety of his time down here.
Alastor was going to pay for putting him through this.
Vox snarled and threw one of the dining chairs through the window. It had only been a blip, a millisecond of frequency that would have been so easy to miss, but he'd latched onto it and tracked it here. The silence was back but Vox knew that Alastor was here.
"Come on out Alastor, I know you're there!" He roared, eye pulsing with power as he let loose the reigns on his own signal. The air began to crack and spark under the weight of it, buffeting the structure that strained to contain the enraged TV Overlord.
Nothing.
A suspicious amount of nothing.
Vox narrowed his eyes and forced himself to focus.
The sort of nothing that was hiding something.
Two screens rose up behind him as he started to scan the space more carefully. Where was the spot radiating that nothing? He walked through the cabin, tracing a claw across the wreckage. No TV. No phone. No lights, only candles. Even the kitchen was rudimentary which Vox knew Al would have hated. The man despised modernity but had even he had an exception when it came to food. There may or may not have been a planned line of Voxtek kitchen appliances before Vox had come to his senses and killed it.
No radio.
Unease prickled at the edge of his processor. Wrong, very wrong.
There.
Vox knelt down to flip over the massive rug that covered most of the living room floor, he practically ripped it off the ground in his haste. Plain wooden boards greeted him. Vox began to tear them up, uncaring of splinters or cuts from the broken wood as that sickening sense of nothing grew stronger and stronger.
Claws scraped against metal.
Vox punched straight through it.
Screeching static erupted from the hole making him wince.
Vox knew that signal. He bit his lip and shook his screen to focus as the hissing static clung to him with a frenzied madness. Peeling back more metal, a farraday cage he realised with a swoop in his gut. Vox wasn't hurt by the electricity arcing off the broken structure thanks to his own physiology but he could tell the thing was powerful.
How much strength had it taken for Alastor to send out the blip of his signal that Vox had picked up?
He dropped down into the basement.
No light apart from his screen, bathing the cramped space in neon blue.
"Alastor?" Vox called out, looking for any sign of his rival.
Suddenly razor sharp teeth sank into his arm. Vox hissed and reached up a claw to skewer the assailant only to freeze as recognition hit.
Suit reduced to tattered scraps of red fabric. Dirty hair, mattered fur, one ear torn in half. Wide eyes that flickered between radio dials and pupils of unending darkness. Hissing static and white noise skittered along Vox's skin.
Alastor gnawed at Vox's bicep. Feral. Starving.
Vox's earlier rage crystallised into frozen fury. He began to twist around only to pause as Alastor let out a plaintive whine, claws clutching feebly at Vox's arm in a vain attempt to prevent him from movement.
Vox reached out to cup Alastor's chin, pressing him further into the meat of his arm. He rubbed a claw against the bloody skin of Alastor's neck and closed his eyes as he felt the other demon melt against him.
"…ges…sd…V….OX?…!"
"Yeah Al, it's me. Take what you need, I'm not going anywhere," Vox promised, mind beginning to spin with plans and speculations.
Alastor growled in relief and bit down until his teeth met bone. Vox didn't wince, his blood dripped steadily onto the hard stone floor.
"And when you've had your fill you're going to tell me who did this to you?" He swore, voice ringing with the willpower and determination which had allowed him to claw his way to the top. "And then I'm going to make them wish they were never born."
I will get to the other prompts in my inbox another day as it's getting late here. Thank you for all of the ones I've received so far! I can't promise I'll do all of them but hopefully you'll enjoy what I post.
Hi!! For the ask game, I'd love to see radiostatic Truth Serum/spell ❤️
Love your writing! Have a nice day!!
Radiostatic & Truth Serum/Truth Spell
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See this was why nothing good came out of being a decent person. If Vox had simply let Velvette take the full force of her own failed experiment then he wouldn't be in this mess, but no he had to be an idiot and try to shield her when the cauldron exploded.
Never mind the fact that it had been instinctual to put his body in between her and the magical bomb she'd unknowingly created.
Thick globules of green goop had seeped into his systems. It would take at least 48 hours for it to clear which meant he was stuck with the little side effect that made the whole situation truly unbearable.
Velvette had the idea of a potion that could force people to only tell the truth; market it as a viral trend of spiking your friends drink and having them blurt out their secrets on camera, concerned about a cheating lover? A few drops of this stuff would clear that right up! Or maybe you just wanted to make someone squeal and didn't have the stomach for good old fashioned torture, then this was the juice for you!
Privately, Vox thought they could get away with selling it for a few weeks before the other Overlords put their feet down and demanded they take it off the shelves. No-one wanted their thralls blabbing company secrets after all. But he was nothing if not a supportive partner so he'd waited to see how Vel would work her magic this time.
On the plus side the potion worked. On the negative side Vox was now a huge liability and had confined himself to his personal rooms to prevent himself from accidentally destroying his afterlife's work by being honest.
Twenty-four hours later and his wires still felt sticky. Even worse he was bored and the magic was so potent it extended to written communication as well so he couldn't even respond to emails.
Fucking fantastic.
Vox was about to settle in for another Jaws marathon when a figure stepped out from the dark corner of his lounge. A familiar figure in red.
Vox's blood turned to ice.
Fuck.
Any other time he'd be delirious with glee at the prospect of Alastor coming to him for once but other times he wasn't doused with truth potion and unable to lie. Lying was a key cornerstone of any relationship! Everyone knew that, and there were things about his relationship with the Radio Demon that neither of them ever voiced aloud.
"Vox, my dear fellow I see that you are still alive and not at the bottom of some ravine after being disposed of by your ambitious partners, a pity." Alastor strode across the floor as if he owned it, completely confidant in Vox's tower as if it wasn't the heart of the TV Overlord's power.
Quickly jumping to his feet Vox started to move towards the door as subtly as he could.
"What are you doing here you old prick? Princess sunshine and rainbows finally get sick of your ass and throw you to the curb?" Keep up the dialogue, one foot in front of the other, don't let him see the urge to run.
Alastor chuckled. "As rude as ever I see, and here I thought you missed me."
Seven years.
Seven years of silence, of dead air, of exterminations, and of an absence so vast it felt as though the sun had disappeared from the sky.
"I missed you so much it nearly destroyed me." Vox snapped, angry that Alastor could brush those seven years off as if they were nothing
Red eyes widened in surprise.
Shit.
Vox abruptly decided that pride was overrated and bolted through the door.
Quick as the electricity he wielded a dark tentacle wrapped around his waist and yanked him backwards. With an 'oof' Vox's back collided with the wall and his screen glitched for a few costly seconds.
Talons that poked through charcoal grey fingerless gloves took hold of the sides of his casing. Vox's eyes flickered back to life and he sucked in a breath at the sight of Alastor all but pressed up against him.
Alastor's smile widened at whatever he saw in Vox's expression. Longing. Pain. Regret. Relief. Or a mix of the toxic concoction that was his feelings for the other Demon.
"Well sweetheart, looks like we have a lot of catching up to do."
I’m going to assume this is a hazbin ask but let me know if you meant another fandom I’ve written for.
Let’s see, I think it would be interesting to put Charlie in a time loop. Maybe she awakens one of her powers that causes an accident and she gets stuck in a loop.
One thing about Charlie is that she’s always pushing forward, always in a rush, determined to make progress which is very admirable given how stagnant hell’s royalty has been. She wants to make a big change but she can be blind to a lot of things while pursuing her goal. I think if she was stuck in a loop and forced to have more time, forced to relive consequences of decision, forced to slow down it would be good for her and help put things in perspective.
As for when the loop is I’d say either a few weeks up to the end of season 1 with her getting sent back during the extermination or the last few days of season 2 before the cannon nearly explodes. Maybe one loop she ends up actually burning val’s studio down or breaking into Vee Tower only to find Alastor having the time of his life with Vox. Maybe one she gets into a really bad argument with her dad and is guiltily grateful when time resets.
Hi! I just finished reading the latest chapter of The Last Minute Encore! You ended on one hell of a cliifhanger, love the torture about what's coming next. XD Alastor treating it all like a game and not helping his case, he really sucks at communication. XD I loved the chapter to bits, looking forward to see where you'll take that conversation next. <3 <3 <3
Thank you o/
I blame this cliffhanger entirely on Vox and Alastor, I wanted to wrap up the night in one chapter but they kept dragging it out.
Healthy communication is not one of Alastor’s strengths not that he’d ever admit it.
Their conversation is very fun to write, they bounce off each other so well.
For when you want to put your favorite little guy (gender neutral) in a fanfic-type Situation. Send in a fandom, character(s), and/or relationship/ship as well as a number (or a few!) Feel free to use for fanfic, art, or whatever you choose!
Touch starved/cuddle curse
Time loop
Misunderstandings
Mind meld/telepathy/mind reading
Amnesia
Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character)
Trapped in a room/closet/elevator
“Who did this to you?”
Sleep deprivation
Framed for a crime they didn’t commit
Hiding from pursuers
Turned invisible
Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions
Role swap
Soulmates
Meeting past/future self
Tending to an injury/wound/illness
Possession/Mind control
De-aged
Personality swap
Fear poison/gas
Truth or dare/party games
Loss of powers/abilities/skills
Showing up injured at their friend/mentor’s house
Showing up injured at their enemy’s house
Group project/team effort
Demon summoning
Curse of obedience/can’t disobey a direct order (the “Ella Enchanted”)
Time jumping/time travel/fix-it
Only one bed
Cursed/turned into an animal
Body swap
Reincarnation
Love spell/curse/potion
Hatred spell/curse/potion
Avalanche/huddle for warmth
Secret relationship
Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self
Avoiding a conversation
Identity reveal/major secret revealed
Panic attacks
True love’s kiss/breaking a curse
Fake dating
Arranged marriage
Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 18/?
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)
Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Hazbin Hotel Ensemble
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Requited Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Miscommunication, Post-Season/Series 02, Competent Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Alastor Can't Control Alastor's Shadow (Hazbin Hotel), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings
Summary:
The Might of Lilith explodes and Vox has a front row seat to the destruction he has wrought.
Except he's not dead. He's alive in his office and watching Charlie Morningstar's disastrous interview live on screen, exactly one year before Pentagram City is reduced to ash.
He can work with this. All he has to do is stay away from that stupid hotel for a year and everything will be fine.
Unfortunately, a certain Radio demon has opinions about his old pal ignoring his return.
Would you ever make a fanfic about 2p Vox and Alastor? I imagine 2p Alastor is more touch-starved than sex crazy, a cute introvert 2p Vox can't say no to.
I’ll admit I’m not too familiar with 2p but it’s the one where the hazbin characters are colour swapped and their personalities are opposite to what they are in canon correct?
I’m not a smut writer so I I did write something for this it would probably be short and fluffy: touch starved/touch-needy Alastor clinging to Vox. Vox who has a limit on how much he can handle in a short space of time but doing his best to provide the deer with what he needs.
Actual healthy communication and compromise! Holding hands is ok but hugs can only last for so long, shadows wrapped around wires is fine, box needing space from the rest of the world and Alastor guards it for him surprisingly fiercely. There will be accidents and missteps but a line isn’t ever crossed in malice.
So I did get a little time to write today and now I'm looking at my current word count and the rest of the chapter plan and yeah, this may have to be another split chapter depending on how the next section goes.
It's almost like these two just won't shut up around each other and are dragging the scenes out.
Just to manage expectations for the next TLME chapter. I’m not going to have any time to write until Tuesday next week so it won’t be finished until end of next week.
I also have two consecutive busy weekends in June which will slow things down but I’ll give an update closer to the time.
Vox messed up with future knowledge in just his 2nd conversation with alastor in the main fic. Can't imagine how much he would mess up in the 50s version, like he could probably hide the big things, but the tiny things would slip. Like how alastor like certain things, or small facts that vox just know from 70 years but would be unusual for a complete stranger to know
Yes! Vox knows Alastor so well that he can’t just convincingly treat him like a stranger. There’s too much history on his shoulders, that only he now knows, that’s it seeps into every reluctant interaction with Alastor. You can’t just erase 70 years of knowing someone, that’s a lifetime.
The inside jokes, the gestures, the small details and bits of knowledge that he shouldn’t have it all attracts Alastor’s attention. Vox makes him curious and he’s making Alastor work to get to know him.
If you were to write an outsider pov radiostatic fic, who would be the pov and what would be the plot
I think of like to write Velvette pov because I’ve had so much fun writing her in TLME and I think she has the benefit of not having as much history with radiostatic as Valentino does.
As for plot? There’s a massive electrical storm covering Pentagram City that Vox predicts will last two weeks (weatherman background raising its head) but it’s a magical storm that throws sinners powers out of whack. Basically vel’s social media powers get twisted and suddenly she’s connected to Vox and Alastor’s signals. They can’t talk to each other via their shared channel anymore but they can talk to her.
Vel ends up playing messenger between them because the idiots can’t go too long without speaking and ends up as reluctant relationship counsellor for two emotionally stunted Overlords who are clearly hung up on each other. She has no time for all the posturing, peacocking and prattling they keep doing so forces them to actually talk by rewording their messages to each other to be more honest,
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