“That's good ol' Television for ya! Flashy, but with no real substance in the end!”
from chapter 3 of @xxuso-tsukixx’s wonderful radiostatic fic Remote Access! 💙
this is the absolute best. ;-; ♥️

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@xxuso-tsukixx
“That's good ol' Television for ya! Flashy, but with no real substance in the end!”
from chapter 3 of @xxuso-tsukixx’s wonderful radiostatic fic Remote Access! 💙
this is the absolute best. ;-; ♥️
Lucifers type:
Tall and could Kill you.
Voxs type:
Tall and could Manipulate you.
Alastors type:
Loud, Flat faced and Fuckin stupid.
Radiostatic is consuming my brain. Ugh, I wanna see their past so badly. Anyways,
Alastor is very drunk.
Headcanon: Alastor doesn't remember lots of things he did when he is drunk.
Plot Summary:
The Radio Demon is cursed with an annual rut… a torturous time of uncontrollable carnal desire. This year, his rut arrives unexpectedly early, disrupting his plans for the upcoming Overlord Gala.
Chapter 16 Update✨📺🦌✨
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56775544/chapters/171235123
[Chapter 1 Link✨]
Chapter 15 Preview ✨🦌📺✨
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56775544/chapters/168633790
chapter 13 update ✨🦌📺✨
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56775544/chapters/166483639
🔞✨🦌📺♥️💙✨🔞
Story Summary:
The Radio Demon is cursed with an annual rut… a torturous time of uncontrollable carnal desire. Normally asexual and disdainful of physical intimacy, Alastor struggles with the overwhelming urges that come with his condition. This year, his rut arrives unexpectedly early, disrupting his carefully laid plans for the upcoming Overlord Gala.
Chapters 1 - 12 are available to read on AO3 & Wattpad
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56775544/chapters/144341377
Story Premise:
The Radio Demon is cursed with an annual rut… a torturous time of uncontrollable carnal desire. Normally asexual and disdainful of physical intimacy, Alastor struggles with the overwhelming urges that come with his condition. This year, his rut arrives unexpectedly early, disrupting his carefully laid plans for the upcoming Overlord Gala.
Chapters 1 - 9
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56775544/chapters/144341377
Are you still open for commissions?
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I'll open comms at the beginning of December 🥰
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
story premise on ao3.
Chapter 8 Preview:
"Everything okay, deer?" Rosie's cheery voice called from the other room, startling Alastor. He peered over his shoulder with a broad, forced smile.
Ah, right. And as if this ridiculous, newfound sense of guilt wasn't enough, now he had to smooth this awkward situation over with Rosie.
"Of course! Almost finished!" He tried to mirror her good spirits, if only in tone. He could see the ends of Vox's antennae flicker with electricity, the only part of him visible from where the deer stood in the kitchen. Alastor noticed he was seated across from Rosie, and although neither of them spoke to each other, Alastor noticed Rosie practically gawking at Vox, her gaze both curious and wary.
He wasn't entirely sure what to make of this situation—Rosie, unexpectedly dropping in, and Vox sitting there, silent and obscured to view.
Damn it all...
He should have kicked Vox out when he'd dared to linger in the kitchen after breakfast.
What the Hell was Alastor supposed to do now? How was he going to explain away Vox of all sinners being in his private space?
Really, all he could think to do was maintain a happy smile, as always, and take a deep breath as he sauntered over to them with a full tray carrying a teapot and cups with sugar and cream.
I don't know what is this i am sorry
cw robo gore ‼️
compiled some vox gore I drew recently 🫶 for the sickos (me)
Chapter 7 of my radiostatic fic
Do Stags Dreams of Electric Creeps?
Is out now. 🙃
Story Summary:
Just a dumb, fluffy smut fic about Alastor during an unexpectedly early rut season.
And yu jus’ know Vox is always willing to help out a potential business partner. 😏
Full Summary on ao3. :3
📺[Chapter 1 link]🦌
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works