Hey. You can call me Phee. Late 20s, they/them, queer & nonbinary. Here's my ao3. Since I’ve apparently decided to begin posting stuff, I thought I’d create a pinned post with the basics.
This blog is 18+ only. No minors, I swear to fucking god.
For when I'm writing for games with more customizable or vague Player Characters, I tend to be most interested in writing things that are visibly queer or that are underserved in these kinds of communities. That means: polyamory, queer relationships, trans love interests and main characters, the love interests being dominated, etc etc.
Here’s some of the fandoms I might make content for here (subject to change):
RadioStatic, Apparently. I am deeply invested in them suddenly and not being normal about it.
Blooming Panic
Porn games like CoC2, TITS, etc.
XOXO Droplets/XOD
Our Life/OL
Monster Prom & Monster Camp
Obey Me! Shall We Date?
ACTUALLY OCS I THINK.
Longer fics will be linked from my Ao3, and shorter things will probably just be posted straight here. I would also be open to doing short head canon posts or minifics. You can feel free to send in suggestions or asks.
However, I have to be realistic about the limits of my time and energy, and I have a lot of other things going on, including other creative projects that take priority. What this means is I can’t guarantee I will do requests within a reasonable timeframe, or at all. It’s going to be more of a ‘if the spirit moves me’ kinda situation. I’m sorry about that, but it’s really the best way to ensure I balance things well.
Queerplatonic non-sexual BDSM Radiostatic endgame. Both of their sadistic and masochistic urges are being satisfied while they also practice vulnerability, which leads to healing and building other positive connections, ultimately setting them on a path to redemption. I'm not kidding
No because you don’t get it. Alastor had found an EQUAL in Vox… can you imagine spending all your life and afterlife considering yourself unique and alone mostly out of self-preservation, and then finding someone who is on your same level. Vox gets Alastor, they both share a passion for entertainment, they’re extremely driven to obtain their goals, and on top of it all they’re both self-serving assholes. How tragic must it be to have always put your safety first, making sure you’re always in your own league, and then turning around to realize you’re not alone anymore. That there’s someone who gets you, sees through you, likes you.
And how awful must it have been for Alastor to think that person only ever wanted to use him.
It was an unusually warm night in Pentagram City. The TV and radio demon's shared apartment was stuffy, but not unbearable. Alastor lounged on one end of the large burgundy couch with his legs tucked underneath him, absently flipping the yellowed pages of a book.
His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and his crimson hair was tied back in a small ponytail, allowing the fan perched in the window to cool the back of his neck.
Alastor was only half paying attention to the words in the book, eyes instead glancing up to watch the TV at the opposite end of the room.
It was currently playing a pre-recorded segment of the evening news, which often featured a short appearance from Vox himself. Though he had long since moved on from being a news anchor, he couldn't resist reprising his role in a special segment to cover any unique or breaking stories.
Alastor never missed it. Of course, he would never openly admit to watching TV, but he couldn't help feeling drawn in by Vox's voice and charisma. Even if they were married for 100 years, Vox would charm him again and again. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Vox wink at him from the fuzzy screen.
Alastor's ears flicked at the sound of keys jangling at the front door, which broke him out of his reverie. He scrambled to grab the remote from the coffee table to switch the TV off, before darting back to perch on the couch again.
The door clicked open just as he settled back in his original spot, looking very nonchalant as he flipped the pages of his book.
"Over here, darling." He responded, closing the book and setting it on the armrest of the couch.
Heavy footsteps approached, and Vox's figure appeared in the doorway, head obscured by a giant bouquet of roses stuffed in an ornate vase.
"I have a surprise for youuu..." Vox sang, taking a wobbly step into the room.
Alastor's brows furrowed in confusion as he tilted his head to the side.
"Blood red roses? On a day that isn't an anniversary or a birthday? That's... mildly surprising." His eyes scanned the bouquet suspiciously, and he craned his neck to try to peer around the side of the flowers.
"Well, that's not the whole surprise." Vox huffed, struggling to balance the large mass of flowers as he took a few steps to the side. He turned to rest the bouquet on the credenza, then quickly spun to face Alastor, arms held out dramatically like a showman.
"Ta-dah! So, what do you think?" He announced, gesturing excitedly to his head.
The large, boxy TV set was gone, replaced by a sleek, grey flat screen. It was still square in shape, but much less bulky than before. Tiny buttons and ports lined the bottom of his plastic casing and vents decorated the back.
Alastor immediately recoiled from his spot on the couch, hissing like an angry housecat.
"What the HELL have you done to your head?!" He shrieked.
"It's called a flatscreen, baby! Top of the line." Vox bragged, rotating his head a full 360 degrees. He started listing off the features like a car salesman.
"Check out this picture, crystal clear! No fuzziness or dead pixels, high definition, vibrant color saturation. And just listen to the audio! I've never sounded better! Look, I have all the best channels!"
He flipped through multiple programs on his screen, eager to demonstrate every new trick.
Alastor's eyes narrowed as the screen switched back to Vox's pleased expression.
"It's very... modern." He said flatly. With that, the radio demon settled back into the couch cushions, patted the throw pillows, and reopened his book with a flourish.
Vox visibly deflated, shoulders slumping just a bit.
"Don't be like that, Al. You'll get used to it. Just give it a chance!" He insisted.
"Hmm, no." Alastor said primly, turning a page.
Vox paused, an idea forming in his mind. A sly smile crept over his face.
"Actually, I think in time you'll start to prefer my new style... here, why don't you take a closer look?" Vox leaned forward and wiggled his eyebrows flirtatiously.
Alastor glared at him from the top of his book.
"What? I just think you need to get up close and personal to appreciate the whole thing." Vox winked at him and took one step forward.
Alastor slammed his book closed, eyes now fully black with glowing red pupils. "You stay BACK. You can't use affection to change my mind." He hissed.
Vox took one step forward, staring straight at Alastor in silent challenge. Neither of them blinked, the audible static intensifying between them. Then he took another step.
Alastor snarled as his antlers expanded, black tentacles springing from his back in defense. Vox didn't even flinch, knowing it was an empty threat.
He advanced forward slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal, hands held up in surrender.
"Don't be so dramatic--"
A tentacle flung a TV remote, which he quickly dodged as it missed the top of his screen.
"--it's not even a big deal--"
His body twisted sideways to avoid the two throw pillows launched in his direction.
'--babe, you are being RIDICULOUS right now--"
He was cut off as Alastor's house slipper hit him square in the face. He rubbed the scuff mark in the middle of his screen, instantly flushing a bright cyan color.
"Hey, quit it! You're overreacting, it's the same as a fucking haircut!" He shouted, glaring at the deer.
Alastor snickered and rolled his eyes, antlers shrinking and tentacles retracting back into his body. His eyes faded back to normal as he regarded the TV demon with an unimpressed look.
"Oh? How is it even remotely the same? Hair grows BACK, idiot." Alastor retorted.
Vox blinked twice, thoughts visibly computing on his screen. He shook his head and took a final step forward, kneeling in front of Alastor.
"You're completely missing the point, sweetheart. This is an upgrade!" He stressed, reaching out to clasp Alastor's hands in his own. The radio demon raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"And what was wrong with your old head?" He asked, eyes noting each difference in the new one. His nose wrinkled-- it even smelled different.
"It was old, Al. Outdated. I gotta keep up with the times if I want to keep the people's interest." Vox explained, stroking his thumb in soothing circles over the top of Alastor's hand.
In truth, Vox had waited a long time to switch. The box TVs had gone out of style years ago, and it was getting harder and harder to find replacement parts when he needed them.
"Such a shame... I had grown quite attached to it." Alastor sighed, eyes going glassy as he stared down at their hands.
"I know, and you don't like change." Vox nodded, a lopsided smile spreading over his screen.
Alastor's eyebrows creased as he shook his head, a frustrated noise escaping his throat.
"It's not a small change, Vox. It's almost like you're another version of yourself. Upgraded, brand new, different." Alastor said quietly.
Vox studied his husband's face, trying to process his concerns. After a moment, he squeezed Alastor's hands gently, then raised them up to his new screen.
Slowly, he pressed a kiss against every individual knuckle, lips causing tiny zaps with each brush of contact. Alastor shuddered, eyes going half lidded as he watched the electricity prickle across his hands.
"That feels the same as before, right?" Vox asked.
Alastor only nodded, words stuck in his throat. Vox released Alastor's hands and leaned forward, cupping the deer's cheeks with his palms. Alastor's nose bumped against the glass of Vox's screen before their lips met, static intensifying as they shared a long, smoldering kiss.
Vox pulled back slightly, meeting Alastor's ruby gaze again. "That feels the same too, right?"
Alastor nodded breathlessly.
"So, if it all feels the same, it must still be me, right?" Vox continued. "The outside may look different, but I'm still me on the inside. The same person I always was, the one that loves you. That won't change, trust me."
Alastor sighed, reaching his hands up to caress the unfamiliar casing of Vox's new head. The ridges and bumps were different than what his fingers remembered, but it could all be re-mapped in time. And his funny antennae were still the same. He bopped one of them with a finger, watching a heart shaped burst of electricity spark off the end.
"Oh, fine... I suppose I'll get used to it. Eventually." He conceded, shaking his head. Vox grinned, climbing up onto the couch and pulling his husband onto his lap in one fluid movement. Alastor yelped in surprise before dissolving into laughter, nuzzling his face with Vox's screen as they kissed.
He wrapped his arms around Vox's neck as his husband held him tightly, pressing their bodies flush together. One kiss turned into two, then three, then five. They finally broke apart, both of them gasping for breath.
Vox chuckled, his vents releasing a puff of steam.
"I should tell you, my body didn't change. Just in case you were worried about missing any other parts of me..." Vox teased, resting his hands on Alastor's waist as he ground his hips upwards.
"Really, it's amazing to me how you can still fit all your depraved thoughts in a smaller amount of space." Alastor observed, eyes crinkling in amusement.
"Actually, I upgraded my memory drives too, so now I have plenty of room to log every dirty fantasy that crosses my mind! In fact, I have a few I wanted to share right now..." Vox gave him a wicked grin before standing up suddenly, Alastor still held in his arms.
"Let's go test the settings on this thing."
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Domestic, fluffy, silly Married!Radiostatic, my beloved 🩷
I wasn't kidding when I said this is my favorite thing to write, they are in LOVE your honor!
Remember I promised a fluff comic????? Well it took me a while to get a fluff idea I swear I only know how to do angst apparently….!!!! But this is not omegaverse tho, Im not against it tho I just based this on the fact that people have scents that you might like without really being that interested on that scent any other way. Rosie is totally not speaking about the ice cream shop, Al believes she is silly goose the woman wanted gossip and she got it, I loved drawing Vox’s cute expressions somehow I don’t really draw him happy or more excited when I draw him currently as he is. Box Vox will always make me believe he had potential to be bby and Al fumbled that damn it. Anyways!
gOOD i remenber what its like to render. I need to do that more often, anyway! Here freak old yaoi cause i indeed needed some time off from Uglydolls. Been wanting to draw Radiostatic for a while. Soo enjoy!
WE REACHED 4K FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR! 15K FOLLOWERS ON TWITTER!! 1K PATREONS!! WOWOWOW!! HUGE MILESTONES ALL AROUND I AM SO THANKFUL TO EVERY SINGLE ONE!!
I had so much fun and struggled so hard to animate them dancing ahaha every frame gave me cuteness aggression
I like the lyrics I feel like it fits; Vox is so in love with Al it kills him, he should hate him for being strung along and having his emotions so easily manipulated. Yet he still tries to get close, to reach out. And still he waits for Al to make a move, to send a sign, that maybe it’s not unrequited.
Alastor thinks love is a waste of time, he calls Vox a fool for taking the bait. But he also calls himself a fool for indulging Vox, for allowing an attachment to the picture box, allowing him to dance and touch and get closer. Fate brought them together and fate keeps them apart, but damn if they won’t try to deny the fates
