#bluest monday

[mothershipwreck]

✨ 1989 ✨

What a great year, I was born, and these two idiots fell in love~ 😮‍💨

This one goes to @bapple117 (thank you for your service 🫡) I was inspired and heavily impressed by their amazing fic ”Bluest Monday”.

All is #radiostatic and nothing hurts. (Ok I lied, it hurts too. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.)

[bapple117]

I keep meaning to go back and remaster Bluest Monday. Nothing major, just edit it slightly to correct some of the structure so it better matches my current writing style…

Also I want to get Assistance Required finished now. I’m locking in and getting that completed within the next couple months. I have it all planned - 6 more chapters 8)

I also kinda wanna write something post season 2 radiostatic… hrmmmmmm Alastor with Vox’s tv head ??? Need to let the ideas marinateeeee

The tragic little gay men have come back to consume my every waking thought

[bapple117]

80s Fashion Radiostatic!

I couldn't resist doodling some of the outfits I had in my head while writing Bluest Monday. I love 80s stuff so much ARUGH look at Vox's patches someone please notice them

For anyone interested you can find my 80s Radiostatic fic HERE

I will be drawing a lot more 80s radiostatic stuff sorry not sorry

[bapple117]

Vox and Al! Do you celebrate international asexuality day today? Love from Jason lmao

I answered this too late to post this on the actual day but!! Have some Voxal ❤️💙

And yes happy belated international ace day y'all! From one ace spec to everyone else <3

[bapple117]

Chapter 5 of Bluest Monday is now up!

A Radiostatic fic set in the 80s ~ AO3 Link! 18+

I had to draw a scene from it hehe

Here's a snippet!

Vox could die right now and he’d die happy; Alastor is also deeply content. He strokes Vox’s face now, tracing his fingertips across Vox’s screen. Alastor can feel the hum of static; that low, intriguing vibration. 

“Most interesting,” Alastor mutters. “I wonder what it would feel like if we combined energy.”

Vox raises an eyebrow. 

“If we what now?”

“Like this,” Alastor says, pressing his forehead to Vox’s screen.

Alastor brings forth his own radio static energy; it thrums against Vox. The TV Demon seems to understand; he increases his own energy and it buzzes between them. It feels strangely good. Both demons pull away and look at each other. 

“Well that’s new,” Vox laughs. 

“What did you feel?” Alastor says. 

“It felt good!” Vox admits. “Like you were inside my head and we could communicate without words, or something. What did you feel?”

“Much the same,” Alastor says, nodding. 

“You wanna try again?” Vox says, coy. 

“Very much so,” Alastor breathes out. 

They push their faces together again; electricity pulsates between them. It tingles in their nerves; both demons feel their whole bodies throb with it. It is unlike anything either of them have experienced before. Alastor is enraptured by the sensation; lost into the whirring signals, he pushes out frequencies. Radio waves, coursing into Vox; the TV Demon receives these, taking them in. It feels divine.

Alastor is so drunk on the sensation of broadcasting into Vox and how all encompassing it feels that he finds his lips moving against Vox’s screen; Vox meets them gladly. The combination of them kissing and sharing energy is otherworldly. 

Read the full story here!

[bapple117]

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[bapple117]

More 80s Radiostatic <3

same vox, same

Can I interest anyone in more doodles (by me) of my best boys in the 80s? >:)

These are the outfits from the library scene in chapter 2 of my radiostatic fic Bluest Monday! yes I know I keep shamelessly plugging it I'm sorry

I feel like this has been a crash course in drawing clothes honestly

📻📺❤️💙

[bapple117]

Chapter 6 of Bluest Monday is now up!

A Radiostatic fic set in the 80s ~ AO3 Link! 18+

Here's a snippet!

The heat is overbearing; it seeps into their skin, making it prickle and sting. Alastor is grouchy with it, resenting the fact he has to acknowledge bodily sensations such as sweating. It is the first time either of them has cursed their damnation.

“This infernal heat,” Alastor groans. “I can’t take much more of it.”

Vox murmurs an agreement without looking up; his screen is off, but he is sentient. Conserving energy. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Vox says, voice low and sleepy.

“Well I’m not going to sit here nude as a babe, like you,” Alastor says, affronted. “I at least still have some decorum.”

Vox laughs. 

“You’re making it worse for yourself for no reason,” he says. “Just take your fuckin’ sweater off, at least.”

Alastor huffs; he relents. 

“Fine,” he says, lifting his sweater off in a rush. 

Alastor rolls his shirt sleeves up; he does feel a little better. Vox’s head is ringing. The TV Demon feels ill-equipped to deal with any kind of raised temperature; his mind feels sludgy and buzzes with static. He moans a little with the displeasure of feeling so depleted. The Radio Demon eyes his partner then; he slips from the sofa to join him on the floor. Alastor notices, as he always does, the smattering of faint scars on Vox’s blue skin. 

“I remember you getting that one,” Alastor muses idly. 

“What?” Vox mutters, screen still off.

“That one,” Alastor says, poking at a scar on Vox’s ribcage. “This scar.”

Vox startles; his screen is on immediately. 

“Jesus, Al,” he says. “Don’t do that!”

But Vox is laughing, then, too; Alastor grins. 

“I don’t,” Vox says. “Remember, I mean.”

“That’s unusual, for you,” Alastor says, eyebrows raised. “Hmm.”

Vox lies back again, sighing with a mixture of heat-exhaustion and contentedness. His screen powers down with a wooomvvphff. 

“Tell me,” he says. 

Alastor smiles. 

“It was 1958. Early days,” Alastor muses. “We’d only known each other, what? Three years at that point?”

“Mmm,” Vox murmurs; he flaps over a hand to Alastor lazily. 

Alastor takes his partner’s hand in his own pair. He starts to fiddle with Vox’s claws; a regular bit of comforting casual contact between them now. 

“You got yourself into some scrap at the that bar we used to go to all the time. Do you remember the name?” Alastor says. 

Vox thinks; his head is so thick with hot frazzled wires and jagged signals that his memory fails him.

“No,” he mumbles. 

“No matter,” Alastor says. “It’s not the point. Anyway, some loan shark pulled a knife on you. Stabbed you, right here.”

Alastor fingers the scar again, gently tracing it. It’s slightly raised on Vox’s skin. The TV Demon knew the touch was coming this time - he doesn’t flinch. 

“I took you back to my apartment for the first time,” Alastor muses, smiling. “You were so excited.”

Vox laughs. 

“Don’t tease me, Al,” he says. “I was not.”

“You were!” Alastor laughs. “You were gripping your side, bleeding out, looking around my apartment like it was Wonderland or something. You kept thanking me for having you over, while you got blood over everything.”

Vox laughs again; his screen comes back on. He grins at Alastor, side eyeing him. 

“I was a bit starstruck,” he admits bashfully. “You had a much nicer place than mine. At the time.”

“Mmm,” Alastor agrees. “And then I stitched you up. You were very brave about it.”

Vox rolls his eyes. 

“So very brave,” Alastor teases. “My bravest little receiver.” 

Vox snatches his hand away; Alastor paws at him for it back. Vox concedes with a pleased sigh. 

“It’s too fucking hot,” Vox says, pointlessly. “I feel like shit.”

The sound of traffic thrums from outside, like white noise, loud and full of friction. Living in the inner city makes the heat feel so much worse; all of that extra warmth generated from cars and tarmac and buildings, densely packed together. Congested. Vehicles beep loudly; traffic is bad. The sound gives Vox an idea - he sits up suddenly, making Alastor jump. The Radio Demon knows his partner’s expression all too well; Vox has found some glimmer of inspiration. Alastor steels himself for it. 

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Vox says. “Somewhere better than this.”

“Where is better than this?” Alastor says. “We’re together.”

Vox huffs in amusement. 

“No, Al,” he says. “I mean like go out. Out in the open, cool off a bit. Feel the breeze, and stuff.”

Alastor considers this. He would like to stop sweating, if possible. The Radio Demon feels a little too corporeal; like a hot sack of meat, sticky and heavy. Alastor prefers to feel like a presence, rather than a person; this heat makes him feel all too of the flesh. 

“Alright,” he nods, and Vox is aglow with delight. “Where?”

“We could go for a drive?” Vox says. “See where the road takes us.”

Anything is better than sitting and suffering; Alastor nods again.

“I’ll get my keys,” Vox says, standing and looking around. “And a shirt, I guess.”

Alastor smirks. 

“Keep that show just for me,” he says, deliberate in his demure. 

Vox almost trips on his way to the bedroom. Alastor is pleased.