Staticradio Stories

He longs for him to come back, but remembers the harsh reality.

amore,dolore e un nuovo personaggio ooo

What I think canon Alastor thinks of our ships, mine included! (This is a joke and shit post in response to someone who sent me hate over a ship for no reason.) Ship who you want to ship, it's not my business. These are fictional characters, you're not hurting anyone so who cares? Also, just because someone ships a couple doesn't necessarily mean they want it to be canon.

From Chaggie to StaticRadio, to RadioHusk, to maybe even some Appleradio? Who knows? •Note. While I'm not in the HH fandom anymore, I still absolutely am finishing this book. The updates just will be slower than my others. I will probably end the book at 50 oneshots. [Requests Open] [Slow updates]

The relationship of Vox and Alastor before they started their ongoing rivalry. This story is mostly theories that I had so some things in this may not be true. I am not Viv nor do I ask her questions about their past.

After the end of the world as we know it, three university students try to survive in the new world. Armed only with their wits, a handful of seeds, and a pirate radio station, can they beat the odds? This story is told in excerpts from the totally not a diary of Max, and details the hardships and triumphs that the trio face as operators of the growing station, Static Radio.

Vox, Velvet, and Valentino start a series where they investigate the mystery that is the Radio Demon. At first, it was about making fun of the deer but as they go on, they find themselves falling more and more down the rabbit hole. Disclaimer: I don't own the images displayed throughout the story or Hazbin Hotel.

Two ex lovers became arch enemies, speaking against each other. However, maybe their bickering will rekindle the love they once had. The classic radio, and the new television, against each other. Vintage versus modern, but they were always meant to coexist with each other. WARNING: Although I don't plan for such explicit things, I am not writing for a significantly young age group. Besides that, I'll definitely add warnings at the beginning of chapters if there is something sensitive.

Charlie facilitates an activity that starts with the residents introducing themselves by their living names. Reminiscing over names leads to an unexpected reunion. After everything, they still have no idea what to do with this information. I don't own Hazbin Hotel, nor do I own any of the art featured in the story. Mentions of racist language

(ENG) - A story that attempts to reconstruct the past ● to put together the pieces of the puzzle ● all the pieces available ● while remaining as faithful as possible to what we know. ● Hell is loud. Signals never truly die. And some connections refuse to fade-no matter how much you try to cut them. After death, Alastor and Vox carve their names into Pentagram City in very different ways: one through shadows and radio waves, the other through screens and electric control. They are rivals, opposites, disasters waiting to collide. But before the power, before the hatred, there was something else. Something unfinished. A Tale of Waves and Frequencies follows their story across life, death, and everything in between-through ambition, betrayal, obsession, and the kind of bond that refuses to stay buried. As alliances shift and new players enter the game, both of them try to move on, to replace, to forget. They fail. Spectacularly. Because in Hell, you can destroy the evidence. You can drown the signal. You can even convince yourself you've let go. But some frequencies keep bleeding through the static. And when they do... you either answer- or you break. ✨ Slow-burn / friends to enemies to something worse 📻🎥 All shades of RadioStatic 💔 Angst, obsession, messy emotions 🔥 Power dynamics, rivalry, toxic bonds 🎶 Music-driven narrative

Vox finally has the famous radio demon at his will, and the chance to tell him how he truly feels. But Alastor's feelings for Lucifer, their past, and unspoken fears make things a bit more complicated. ~TW~ Smut?, suicide attempt, SH, swearing ~NO ART IS MINE~ALASTOR IS NOT ACE IN THIS~ ~NO AI WAS USED IN THIS STORY~

Un día más en este infierno. Nada nuevo: la misma rutina, los mismos deberes, las mismas personas. "Tal vez más tarde podría ir por algo de beber" Pensó Alastor mientras se levantaba y procedía a colocarse su traje de todos los días. Tras cumplir con sus labores en una jornada ajetreada, llena de molestias por parte de algunos integrantes de aquel hotel, Alastor terminó frente al cantinero, pidiendo algunas copas de whisky puro. Justo entonces apareció Vox, que mal día para coincidir. -Miren a quién tenemos aquí... Alastor. -¿Tu especialidad es aparecer en los peores momentos, verdad, querido? Vox lo miró, frunciendo ligeramente el ceño. -De todas maneras, yo ya me disponía a retirarme. Buenas noches, estimado. Cuando Alastor estaba a punto de irse, Vox lo interrumpió. -¿Por qué no tomas unos tragos conmigo? ¿O acaso la edad ya empieza a afectarte? -Mmm... ni que lo digas. Pero la cuenta va por tu parte. Pasaron unas horas bebiendo, hablando de ciertos temas triviales y lanzando indirectas filosas entre copa y copa. Finalmente, Alastor se levantó de su asiento. -Buenas noches, Vox. Salió del bar, pero Vox lo siguió rapidamentr hasta afuera. El olor a alcohol todavía flotaba en el aire. -Espera, Al. -¿Sucede algo? -¿Hasta cuándo vas a seguir negándolo? -¿A qué te refieres? -Lo sabes bien. Alastor suspiró suavemente. -Deberías olvidar todo lo que pasó aquel día, querido. Hay cosas que suceden por error... acciones involuntarias... hechos que es mejor dejar fuera de la memoria. Ahora, si me disculpas, me retiro. -¡Espera, ALASTOR! Pero de pronto Alastor desapareció entre sus sombras, dejando a Vox bajo la lluvia que había comenzado a caer. Una vez más... con aquel mismo vacío que había sentido aquel día.

Here's a book that holds any art, pics, gifs, or animations of Voxy. I luv him, sm. There will be ships. Many ships. Mainly being StaticMoth, StaticApple, and StaticSpider, and RadioStatic especially. (Cover art by Wr-Winter)

DISCLAIMER: This story is a sequel to 'Show and Tell', my previous story. For context, I recommend reading 'Show and Tell' first. 'After sharing a very private memory of his with Charlie, Alastor can't get Vox off of his head. The Sinsmas atmosphere forces him to bring even more deep thoughts to the surface, which, this time, prefers to keep private. Vox's mind is quite tormented too. The past bears upon two broken hearts. But, what was it that broke them? Is their bond repairable?' •Cover found on Pinterest, posted by: @Vaggiexorcist •Edited by: @silly_sal_UwU on Pinterest •Characters belong to Vivziepop •Story written by: me Trigger Warnings: swearing, sexual/sensitive themes

ONE SHOT STORIES FOF MY TWO LITTLE GUYS❤️ no one else but them🥰🥰 I do mostly smut and fluff lolol (ART COVER NOT MINE!!)

Set in the past when Vox and alastor were friends

Alastor has been captured by Vox! But, I guess you can't really say that when he basically allowed Vox to do it. Just a bunch of one shots!

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