#implied staticmoth

[valentinoappreciator]

There's a First Time for Everything

A quick little drabble I put together after seeing the cutest radiostatic fanart <3 I haven't written for these two disasters before, so please forgive me, and don't be meanies about it ;v;

The post with the fanart can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/byrdnight/768971048708374529?source=share Credit for the idea goes to @byrdnight, tagging you so you can read it as well :D

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor x Vox

Rating: M for Mature (nothing explicit, only a few references to actual nsfw stuff)

Word count: 2.8k

Tags included but not limited to: Established RadioStatic, implied / referenced Valastor, implied / referenced StaticMoth, light kissing, ice skating, first time ice skating, light angst???, but so much fluff to make up for that

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane. Title: There's a First Time for Everything

Author's note: First time writing for these two, but I couldn't help myself after seeing the art <3 I hope it's to everybody's liking!

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Dainty, white flakes drifted lazily through the crisp, cold air. Both were, of course, artificially created; things weren’t so fucked that Hell had frozen over yet. That didn’t take away from Vox’s almost childlike wonder at the snow, though. Alastor hummed softly and looked up into the red sky. 

“Are you about ready?” he asked with an aura of exasperation before turning his head to Vox, who was busy tying his skates. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, give me a moment,” Vox replied, tongue poking slightly out of his mouth, “these shoelaces are being annoying.”

Alastor rolled his eyes. 

“Well, you’ve got that in common.”

“Oh ouch,” Vox said flatly as he tied a knot on the skates’ laces and then stood up, turning to Alastor with an outstretched hand. 

“Well?” he said, and was surprised to see Alastor’s fluffy ears flatten against his head and Alastor turn a bit away from him. Vox frowned slightly, before figuring that Alastor maybe didn’t want to risk being seen with him in public like this. Well, he really should have thought about that before agreeing to go to the ice rink with him!

“Look,” Vox sighed, “if you changed your mind, you could’ve just told me so.”

“Would it have changed things?”

“Of course not. Now, come on, get on your feet and get out there.”

Alastor scowled up at him, refusing to take his hand. He crossed his legs and his arms, clinging to his microphone stand. Now it was Vox’s time to roll his eyes. 

“If you’re going to be a big baby about it, you can sulk in silence,” he muttered and pushed himself away from the rink’s half-walls to glide onto the ice. 

The cold air brushed against his face, and Vox took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and let the breath out just as slowly. Oh, how he had missed this from his childhood! He vividly remembered going to the ice rinks with his mother and father. Remembered the excitement, the way he barely had to put effort into moving, the way his parents looked at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Beaming, full of admiration. 

Like they thought he could get far with his ice skating skills. It was a wonderful memory. 

Vox kept his eyes closed for a couple of seconds, leaning full-tilt into the warmth of the memory. It was only him and Alastor here, after all, there was quite literally no risk of bumping into anyone non-important and cutting off their ankles. Unfortunately. It was an ice rink only for the absolute elite. Only for the most powerful of Overlords. 

He put one foot in front of the other and pushed the slightest bit, easily and smoothly gliding forward. Rinse and repeat. 

When Vox opened his eyes, feeling like all the passion of the Sun was glittering in them, he found Alastor, still sitting on the bench, still with his limbs crossed, still clutching his stupid microphone stand. But, as opposed to before, he was now watching Vox curiously, his ears perked. He caught Vox staring at him, and promptly looked up into the sky again. 

Vox rolled his eyes again before nimbly switching course, sliding towards Alastor with his hands behind his back. 

“What is it, Bambi? Afraid you’ll slip and fall on the ice?” he grinned and slid to a stop in front of him, shredding a bit of ice that landed on Alastor’s black pants. Alastor looked at him with as much disapproval as he could, which was a lot.

“Oh come on, Alastor,” Vox groaned and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up. But Alastor was stubborn as a mule and didn’t budge. “What’s your fucking damage? I asked if you wanted to go to the ice rink with me, and you agreed. Now you won’t--- you haven’t even put on the skates?”

Alastor glared up at him, his ears flat against his head once more. He huffed and turned his head away from Vox. Vox groaned loudly and shook his head, both hands on his hips. 

“Should’ve fucking guessed,” he grumbled. “You really are just a big coward. You never try anything new and fun.” 

“Valentino begs to differ.”

“Fucking excuse me?” Vox hissed between gritted teeth, lifting one leg and slamming the skate’s blade down into the wooden bench so that he could lean down into Alastor’s personal bubble. He didn’t care if the blade got dulled from the action; he needed to know what the fuck Alastor’s problem was. 

Alastor growled quietly, pressing himself back against the bench as his ears went completely flat against his head. 

“I know Val fucks you regularly, so why are you acting like there’s a massive fucking stick up your ass? If you didn’t want to do ice skating with me, you could’ve just said so!”

“It’s not because it’s with you,” Alastor snapped back, clearly surprised by his own words. Vox blinked in surprise, but the fiery annoyance in his chest wasn’t dying down. 

“Then, pray fucking tell, what is it? Because you’re acting like a total prick right now.”

Alastor looked away for so long that Vox was tempted to push away again. Then The Radio Demon mumbled something. Mumbled. Not speaking loud and clear. Vox had to even look at his lips moving to make sure he was speaking. 

“I don’t want to look like a fool.”

“There’s no one here but us,” Vox said irritably, gesturing to the completely empty ice rink. Alastor seemed to kind of curl in on himself, as he sat there on the bench. He hid his lower face in his scarf. 

“I’m quite aware of that.”

Vox glared at Alastor, about to yell at him some more, when he had an epiphany. 

Wait... 

“Wait,” he said slowly, drawing out the word and watching how Alastor winced, “are you... afraid of looking stupid in front of... me?”

This got Alastor to glare back at him, ire in his eyes. Vox blinked down at him, utterly perplexed. Well, this was new. Usually, Alastor was so suave and nonchalant, so this came completely from left field. 

“But... I’m your boyfriend.”

“I’m quite aware, regrettably,” Alastor scoffed. 

Vox rolled his eyes once more. 

“I mean, you idiot, that you shouldn’t have to worry about looking stupid in front of me because we’re dating. I don’t care if you look stupid. You’re the prettiest motherfucker around.”

A beat of silence. Alastor blushed slightly. Vox cleared his throat. 

“Maybe don’t mention that to Val, though.”

Alastor was quiet, and Vox sighed. Despite the many layers of clothing, he was starting to get a bit chilly. 

“Look, Al. Just... I don’t care about looking stupid. Not when it’s you. My brand is perfection, but I’m not working right now, am I?”

“In those clothes? I certainly hope not.”

Vox pretended not to have heard him. 

“So just, please, relax. Put on the skates and join me out on the ice, please?”

Alastor glanced up at him as he dug his skate out of the bench. 

“I have never done this before,” he then revealed, again in a low mumble. 

Somehow, for some reason, this made Vox smile. A genuine, warm smile. The fire that had once been one of annoyance now became one of fondness, but he would be double-damned before he admitted that. Alastor was... willing to do this with him? Something he hadn’t tried before? Even if it made him look ridiculous? As far as Vox was concerned, there was no greater declaration of love. 

“That’s okay,” he said softly and cupped Alastor’s cheeks with his hands, the claws gingerly scratching through his hair. “We’ll take it slow. I’m a good teacher.”

Alastor huffed, but couldn’t run from the blush on his face. Vox smirked. 

“Now now, no salacious thoughts, young man.”

Alastor’s face went beet red, and Vox laughed gently. 

“I’m kidding. Come.” 

He pulled back and grabbed Alastor’s skates lying next to him before starting to kneel. 

“Please?”

Alastor was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed deeply, rolling his eyes and putting his usual face back on. His legs uncrossed, and he bent down to take off his shoes. 

“Do you even beg this much for Valentino?” he asked jokingly. Vox grinned. 

“Only when he’s being extra insidious.” This got a warm and heart-felt chuckle out of Alastor, who proceeded to take off his shoes and replace them with the red-and-black ice skates in Vox’s hands. Vox tied them for him in silence. 

When the laces were done up and tied with a pretty knot at the top, Vox stood up without so much as a wobble. He reached his hands out to Alastor, who seemed to regret this whole thing, but nonetheless put his own hands in Vox’s. 

“I’m gonna pull now,” Vox warned, and tugged gently. Alastor followed, immediately wobbling and clinging to Vox. 

Vox would have been a lying bastard if he said he didn’t like it. Not that he couldn’t live with being accused of being a lying bastard. He had been called much worse, and much more accurate, things through the years. 

Alastor was wonderfully warm against him. He smelled nice, too. Well, Vox had to hand it to Valentino, the pimp had an uncanny ability to get people to present themself as nicely as they could. For Alastor, that meant taking actual regular showers and using cologne. He still hadn’t learned how to use a comb or a brush, though. 

“This was a mistake,” he hissed, ears flat and eyes closed tightly.

“Calm down,” Vox said soothingly and straightened, putting a hand on the small of his back. “Easy. Easy does it. Stand up straight. You can hold on to me if you need to.”

Alastor did need to hold on to Vox as he slowly, very slowly, stood up straight. His hands had an iron grip on Vox’s arms. In turn, Vox gently held Alastor. They stood like that for a little while. 

“There you go, that’s a good posture!” he praised, noting the flush going across Alastor’s face and filing this away for later blackmailing purposes. “Now, I’m going to go backwards, okay? You keep holding on to me.”

“No, no no!” Alastor yelped as Vox slid backwards a bit, forcing Alastor to move. 

“It’s okay, you’re doing great. It’s okay.”

He kept his gaze firmly locked on Alastor as he scooted further back. There was something almost akin to panic in Alastor’s eyes as they held Vox’s gaze, but Vox did his best to be calm and reassuring and soothing. Eventually, it had to rub off on Alastor. 

“See? You’re doing great!” he praised again after having moved a few feet and Alastor was still standing. Wobbling and uncertain, but standing nonetheless. 

“Shut up,” Alastor hissed, looking like someone spending all of his energy focusing on staying standing. His cheeks were burning red, his eyes wide open, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. I’m being serious, believe it or not.”

They continued like that for a little while; Vox skating backwards and forcing Alastor to move as well. It was utterly clumsy and without elegance or grace, but Vox didn’t care. He was just happy - thrilled - that he got to do this with Alastor. 

As they went, Vox gave him tips and advice on how to move his feet and how to keep his posture. He wasn’t sure how much of it he retained, but he could see improvement after just a couple of rounds on the ice rink. He made sure to let Alastor know that his posture was improving and that his steps seemed to become more confident. Alastor glared at him, but Vox liked to think it was all a façade. 

Not that it mattered all that much, though. He got to be close to Alastor, didn’t he? And really, wasn’t that the stuff dreams were made of? 

“Okay, Al, you’re doing really great now. I feel confident in letting---”

“You are not letting go,” Alastor hissed immediately, clinging even harder to Vox’s arms, to the point that Vox had to stop himself from wincing. 

“You’ll be fine,” he promised.

“Vox, no,” Alastor continued, “you are not letting go so soon, you slimy little---”

“I’ll cut you a deal.”

“...” His ears perked adorably. 

“If you fall on your pretty ass, which I know you won’t, I will refrain from being smug and snarky about my superiority for a whole weekend at a time of your choosing.”

“You’re not superior, though.”

Vox rolled his eyes. 

“Look, do you want me to hold on or not?” 

“Do you want me to bully you around and prove how you’re inferior to me?” Alastor retaliated, even as he hesitantly loosened his grip on Vox's forearms. Now it was Vox’s turn to blush, but he played it cool with a little scoff. 

“As if you could.”

They glared at each other for a moment before Alastor let go of Vox’s sleeves. Very slowly, and very hesitantly, until they were only connected by Vox’s fingertips on Alastor’s hands. 

“Okay?” Vox asked, looking at Alastor.

He took a shuddering breath but nodded all the same, and Vox was filled with a bizarre kind of glee. Seeing The Radio Demon scared was a sight reserved for... hell, he couldn’t think of anyone who had seen Alastor nervous, let alone scared. Well, seen and lived to tell the tale. 

“Okay.”

Vox skated back a few feet, but remained within grabbing distance. Just in case.

Alastor’s knees wobbled, and he flailed wildly with his arms. Vox instinctively reached for him, but he managed to stand upright. Mostly. Well, somewhat. And, when Alastor got his knees under control, and the arm-flailing stopped, and he stood there, completely still, without help, Vox grinned widely at him. Alastor’s eyes were closed tightly. 

“See? I told you you could do it!” 

Alastor opened his eyes and looked around, then at Vox. His heart swelled with the thrilled surprise in his gaze. For just a moment, in this precise moment, Vox could feel his own childlike excitement at doing something all by himself when he had been but a kid. 

“You’re doing great, Al,” he said. Then he gestured to himself, waving a hand. “Now, come on, come to me.”

“Not happening,” Alastor said immediately. “I can’t move ever again.”

“Yes, you can, and yes, you will.”

Alastor shook his head so hard it threatened to disrupt his balance. Vox observed him for a long moment. 

“Alright,” he then said and skated back to Alastor who immediately reached out and clung to him. It was a highly unusual feeling. “It’s okay. I’m still really proud of you, Al.”

“Don’t say that,” Alastor mumbled, ducking his head. Vox stroked a few claws through his hair, carefully avoiding his antlers. They were always very sensitive, and he didn’t want to set off Alastor in any way right now. Maybe later, though...

Alastor instantly relaxed against him, even more so when Vox began petting his hair in earnest. 

“You did do well, Alastor. I’m not patronizing you or anything. I really am proud of you for the progress you’ve made today.” 

Alastor scoffed softly, but didn’t argue any further, so neither did Vox. 

They stood like that until Vox started getting chilly. Then he withdrew his hand, gently cupping Alastor’s cheek. 

“I’m cold,” he said, “do you want to go home?”

“Please,” Alastor mumbled, but didn’t let go. Vox smiled softly. 

“Give me a kiss, and then I’ll get us back.”

Alastor gave a quiet scoff, but nonetheless lifted his head. 

They exchanged a quick, yet surprisingly tender kiss, and as promised, Vox led them both back to the bench. They engaged in a bit of small-talk while they removed their skates and put on their own shoes. 

“Al.”

“Hmm?” Alastor hummed as he grabbed his microphone stand. 

Vox wanted to ask if he had overstepped any boundaries today, but he didn’t want to seem overly concerned. That would ruin his image. Thus, he instead grabbed Alastor’s scarf and hauled him in for another kiss, this one much more like the ones he was used to receiving from Valentino; deep and passionate, verging on being obscene. 

Alastor didn’t do or say anything. He just sat there, rigid. 

When Vox pulled back, he pulled Alastor’s hat onto his head and down over his eyes, laughing as The Radio Demon yelped and grumbled. 

“I love you, Al.”

Alastor snickered as he got his hat - and hair - under control. 

“A terrible decision, really.”

“I know,” Vox grinned as they laced their fingers together and started the walk back home.

[bidisasterwwx]

Vox finally had enough of his boyfriend’s shit and broke it off for good

[hypnoticmoth]

Just having fun drawing outfits for that dumbass TV ~

Might do more later, i have more ideas

[hiemaldesirae]

cw: abortion ment

happy pride

original (??) under cut

[cringefailvox]

pre-valentino mafioso angel meeting little sepia beta vox in the fifties, rapidly realizing that this guy has been bottling up all of his worst impulses his entire life AND afterlife because no one has ever respected him or taken him seriously, which angel understands intimately, and just being like "are you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go apeshit?" and lets vox just go full-on looney tunes cartoon violence on angel's shitty family.

the buddy-comedy (and angst) potential of these two is so strong. angel not begrudging vox his upgrades because he knows how dehumanizing it is to not be recognized as the threat that you are; angel who was given the form of a spider but has never stopped being treated like the fly; derided for being gay and gnc in the thirties and just solving all of his problems with a gun because it's easier than addressing his self-worth issues.

enter vox. who's never been able to be anything but a boring middle-aged guy at a white collar office job bc his ambitions were never given the space or support to be able to thrive. gradually building up huge amounts of resentment & repressed cruelty that he couldn't ever vent & then dying & going to hell & being a little cartoon. doomed to an eternity of never ever being anyone or doing anything important because he STILL exists only for everyone else to demean and ignore and dismiss. but now it's worse bc his survival depends on his entertainment value. imagining the relief of meeting angel & seeing his own fury & sadistic desperation reflected there. absolutely LEAPING at the chance to slaughter angel's abusive mafia family with him. and thus a beautiful doomed friendship was born.

doomed, because, well... a few decades later, they're both going to meet someone who makes them feel uniquely valued. respected. seen. and only one of them is going to make it out of that situation with their autonomy intact, because the thing vox has always wanted most is to be on top, by any means necessary - but all angel has ever wanted is to not be alone.

[staticradioismyfavhateship]

I had a very clear vision of what I wanted to make lol

I forgot val's gold tooth oops

Textless drawing under the cut

[lunameimei]

Either someone needs better stretch or someone needs a narrower face 🤔

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Mothelia Redesign

The Ex gf of Angelo and Arackniss.

She speaks Chinese and English.

She is Chinese because I don't see any Chinese representation.

Instead of Valentino it's Mothelia who would take his place.

Her voice claim is the Beret girl from Extremely Goofy movie.

I made her clothes and Hairstyles based off the 1940s.

A woman who died in the 1940s,She died by being burn alive while sleeping.

She is singer who moved to America because she is a famous singer from China.

Everyone calls her Mothelia is because her real name is hard to pronounce in Chinese.

When she first arrived at America she would think it’s a safe place to stay but she got arrested for killing her cheating boyfriend as the mob took her in and made her join the group so she would have revenge as she became the female boss getting up to the high ranks.

Mothelia became a moth sinner as she been a overlord for 30 years in hell living in the tower alone until she met Angelo in the 1970s as her heart flutter with love as they both fall inlove however it didn't last forever when she discovered that Angelo is a drug addict finding him in a high state mess and very messy as she broke up with him for being a terrible boyfriend Angelo is.

When she got broken up with Angelo she dated Angelo brother,Arackniss they both have in common as they dated for months but Arackniss father forced them to be distanced away from eachother as they never see eachother again.

She killed Valentino when he stole her money to distract her Mothelia came to the Vee’s Tower as she explained that she killed Valentino but Vox and Velvette are ecstatic that Valentino died that made Mothelia confused as Mothelia became one of the Vee’s new replacements for Valentino.

She finds him annoying when she first interacted thinking Vox would have a similar negative personality like her exes but Vox tries to persuade her as she finds him very amusing.

Vox falls in love with Mothelia liking her sly personality and her flirty demeanor,Mothelia finds him annoying thinking he is bribing her with money or company stuff but somehow flirts with him and Vox fell harder for her.

[br0wni3xx]

Im gonna beat myself up cuz this was suposed to be posted yesterday but my social anxiety killed me-

Anyways TRANS VOX!! ^^

(first time drawning trans characters have mercy on me)

[lacrisa]

blindness whoops

[diaspore00]

Some Vox and radiostatic doodles I did over the past week 📺.

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Can you do jealous Voxval headcanons?

So, Vox is the jealous one. If it were up to him, he would lock Valentino in a golden cage, which is incredibly inconvenient given that Val is a total slut who would never entertain the idea of monogamy. Whenever Val goes out without him, Vox obsessively watches him through cameras, even though he knows it makes things worse. This surveillance spikes his aggression and brings out his worst sadistic tendencies. It’s best to avoid him when he's in this mood because he goes full Homelander mode and can kill someone for simply breathing the wrong way. If he hooks up with someone to avoid feeling cuckolded, it can get really nasty since he can't directly punish Val. Toward Val, he's rather passive-aggressive, always clenching his jaw and enduring without making a scene because Val would just say, "Oh, you don't accept me the way I am? Fine, I'll go to someone else." Valentino actually enjoys that Vox kills people out of jealousy and feels good about being the object of such intense feelings. However, if Vox tries to confront him about his behavior instead of committing atrocities, Val responds with, "Oh yeah, maybe try to be enough for me instead of giving me shit."

Valentino is not jealous of Vox sleeping with other people, but he's very jealous of Vox's attention and emotions. His biggest rival is Vox's work, to which he's deeply committed. In this situation, Val has two options: make Vox even more jealous so he comes out of his TV cave or demand Vox's attention. But this isn't a fun, seductive thing he does out of boredom. No, he's angry, and in these moments, he wishes he could really hurt Vox. But Vox isn't a scared babygirl; he would ditch Val's ass if he crossed the line. So, what happens to Vox later is mostly consensual but neither safe nor sane. Much worse things happen to the people Vox sleeps with if Val suspects any emotional involvement.

[hypnoticmoth]

Valentino’s good boy

[hiemaldesirae]

im having So much fun learning to render. its sooo annoying having to clean up when i fuck up and paint outside too much but getting to play round with brushes and textures makes me so happy :) unfortunately in the finished product u cant rly see anything clearly so ill leave the unfiltered version under the cut

[mintaikkcorpse]

Looking at this image makes me feel violated

[kevin-ibw]

For an alternate version of himself, SHAU Val is not amused.

I wrote a little short below read more if anyone is willing to read.

Reblogs are appreciated! ✨️

Word Count: 586

Warnings: None, unless you count someone’s inner monologue of simping.

For the sake of differentiating them, OG Val is called Val, and SHAU Val is called Tino

Tino could feel his counterpart's second pair of hands as they slithered around his waist, while the first pair gripped his shoulders, entwined with patches of sleek black fur. His own claws tingled with the urge to retaliate, to seize the other's neck and forcefully pry his hands away. Maybe even shoot a few angelic bullets while he's at it, but no, of course he couldn't do that.

A sneer curled Tino's lips in response to the other's grin, as he was pulled closer against his will.

Self-restraint had always been Tino's specialty, his defining trait. He prided himself on maintaining composure, refraining from erupting into fits of rageful tantrums and shooting up a storm. That was not who he was supposed to be.

"Why so tense?" Val teased, the smirk evident in his voice. "You and I both know that Vox is the stuck-up workaholic here, not us."

Except no, he was wrong on both accounts because, Tino is almost always up all night reviewing porno scripts and making major edits to them because his writers have no class or any artistic talent, and second Voxxy, isn't.

In all the decades he had known his own Vox, tension had never been a characteristic he ever displayed. Deciphering body language had always been Tino's forte, yet discerning Voxxy's true emotions proved to be a challenge. His smile danced between genuine warmth, malicious intent, mischievous amusement, and playful deceit. Tino recognized that the majority of the time it was a facade, but distinguishing between the different smiles has always been a daunting task.

It's a common saying that eyes are the window to the soul, but Voxxy always kept his own shut. A type of mercy he grants to others, claiming that there's no fun in bringing sinners into their cause if they just immediately kneel down the moment they locked eyes with him. Tino has never been more glad to have fucked up visual acuity, because at least he can properly bask in the glory that were the white spirals that move endlessly in Voxxy's eyes without falling into the spell of his hypnosis.

That TV head had no right to be so graceful.

Tino was broken out of his thoughts by Val's hum. Grin suddenly turned cheeky, and it was by then that Tino realized his mouth was slightly curled up into a small smile. The other just chuckles at him when the frown returns on his expression, more prominent than ever.

Val let out a snicker, tugged him closer until both of their shoulders were touching. Tino felt his own eye twitch. No doubt his white pupil had manifested from the intense emotion of anger that boils inside of him.

“Can you stop being fucking touchy.” Tino growled out, he felt a bit of his self control slip out. It was evident in his voice, it sounded too harsh, too hasty and he never would've known that he'd lose his patience faster with a version of himself.

How embarrassing.

The grin never leaves the other's face, eyes becoming half-lidded, and an eyebrow is lazily raised.

The amusement makes Tino want to sock his face even more.

The other's grip becomes tighter, and the red smoke from Val's cigarette begins to circle around him, eventually forming a hand to caress his chin. It spikes his irritation even further, and he tries his hardest to still his arms and not choke slam Val to the floor.

Tino could really use a line of coke at this point.