Old_Men_Yaoi

She/her|Writer|Weirdo

I mostly post fic updates (ao3) and hcs here, along with any weird art my brain decides to spit out. I'm currently working on a radiostatic fic, you can check out my fic masterlist here.

Carmilla spoke first, standing up from her seat at the front.

"Welcome, overlords of Hell. I trust you have all survived this extermination relatively unscathed?"

Zeezi snorted, the sound coming out of her dinosaur nostrils as a terrifying, guttural noise. 

"Yeah. That's one way to put it."

Carmilla glared at her, before stepping aside to reveal a board pinned with an agenda sheet.

Alastor gazed at it with disdain. Revolting stuff.  

Something stirs in Vox at that, something odd and buzzy and very fucked up.

Alastor hums gently, the sound bizarre and somehow soothing. Vox could have closed his eyes and slept to it if it wasn't for the fact that Alastor humming couldn't mean anything good for him. 

Vox winces against more pain. The tentacle is still lodged in his wrist. The bastard.

"Bastard." he mutters.

Alastor cocks his head to the side playfully.

"I like you."

Vox's pixelated eyes widen.

Alastor throws his head back and laughs.

My past radiostatic one-shot, Fetching Tonight's Broadcast, is out now!

Alastor chases Vox through Pentagram City, unaware that Vox kinda sorta might be into it.

My ao3

Okay so like this was running around in my head and I need to get it OUT.

So basically it's set some time in the 1940s (i'm warping stuff from canon be warned), Al is a rising radio host at the same station as Vincent, who's a news anchor. Vincent is older (say, by 7-8 yrs) so he's considered to be Al's indirect senior. They have a dysfunctional murder husbands thing going on, Vince sees Al as a protege, Al sees him as a walking idiot, blah blah.

Somewhere along the way Al dies like he does in canon, Vince (poor bloke) is heartbroken and goes half mad, becoming more like his canon human self. Eventually he dies too (many years later).

Everything that happens after is canon, Alastor has already established himself as the powerful Radio Demon, Vincent (now Vox) becomes obsessed and puppy-eyed. Except neither of them knows who the other was as a human. That old dynamic? Gone. Now Al's the old and wise one lol.

I like to imagine that even if they somehow did realise who the other was, it wouldn't change their current dynamic cuz they both changed so much since they were both together as humans. I also like to imagine Vox finding out some time in s2. Major whiplash lmao.

For a moment, Vox freezes. Later, he would convince himself he was just pausing to assess his hunter, but in that instant, all he can feel is a blinding awe. Power emanates from Alastor in shocking waves. His tentacles ripple and tighten with barely restrained force. 

Satan. Vox thinks, and then,

Beautiful.

-From my upcoming past-radiostatic one-shot, Fetching Tonight's Broadcast. (update: it's out! You can find it here)

That little spirally eye trick

I love drawing his hypnotic eye lol