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konaharts · 1 month
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'cause everytime we touch, I feel the static
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konaharts · 1 month
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"My gaze has lingered on him for quite a while."
[Saw the HSR dance and had to paint the two. Might do a follow-up for the second part of the dance.]
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konaharts · 1 month
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Full version underneath cut. No privates are showing, but he is like 80% naked lol.
On Twitter/X, I promised poledancing Vox if Vox won the Hottest Hazbin Hotel character poll. Here he is, lol. 🤭
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konaharts · 1 month
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"...what did you just say?"
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konaharts · 1 month
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"This dream again."
[I have an HC where Vox doesn't recall everything from his past life, but sometimes his dreams will show him places that he used to frequent. One of those places is a beach where he would look across the bay, see the big city in the distance, and dream of becoming a star.]
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konaharts · 1 month
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shhh, he's recharging.
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konaharts · 1 month
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Doin' some digital art experiments, and gonna use RadioStatic and Vox as my muse~
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konaharts · 2 months
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A distant memory, in a long-forgotten dream. Might write a smol fic about this later. If I do, I'll reblog with the link. c:
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konaharts · 2 months
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They fell asleep watching the picture box.
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konaharts · 2 months
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Doodled some Voxes in turtlenecks (+ some virgin killer sweaters ehe) b/c I was in a mood lsdkfjdsl
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konaharts · 2 months
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I told myself I wouldn't make a Cursed Cat Alastor thing but then this image popped into my head-
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konaharts · 2 months
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doodle of vox in the shirt(tm)
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konaharts · 2 months
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RadioStatic Week 2024
7. Free Day (Loser, Baby)
"You're a loser, baby~"
"A loser, but just maybe, if we..."
[Loser, Baby fanart's been done for RadioStatic (and I love them all aaaa), but I used this free day as an excuse to make my own chibi phone wallpaper version of my favorite Hazbin song with these two losers. ^^]
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konaharts · 2 months
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RadioStatic Week 2024
5. 7 Year Gap
In those seven years, Vox's gaze turned upwards, while Alastor's turned downwards. Both tried to convince themselves that they didn't miss the other's company.
[Late entry to Day 5 lskfjjl I passed out as soon as I got home, so was only able to finish this now. This is also the last entry in an unintentional 3-part RadioStatic Black and White study set. :)]
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konaharts · 2 months
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RadioStatic Week 2024
3. Date Night
Due to their busy schedules, their date nights were casual - a drink in one hand, taking in the view of Hell's cityscape, while they chatted over a myriad of topics, long into the night.
(Will revisit days 4 and 6 in the future, but see y'all day 5!)
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konaharts · 2 months
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RadioStatic Week 2024
2. Vintage
On their first anniversary, Vox brought flowers, and Alastor brought song.
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RadioStatic Week 2024
First Meeting
[I'm probably not going to do all the days due to work, but I wanted to draw at least this one!
I know they most likely met while Vox was building a video/tv empire in Hell, but I couldn't get this one scenario out of my head of Alastor finding Vox shortly after he arrives in Hell. Enjoy this mini-fic I wrote about it!]
The sinner was scrawny, a picture box laying on his shoulders, the glass having been broken in by the demons Alastor had just chased away. What looked like a face occasionally flashed on the screen.
The Radio Host's eyes scrunched up in disgust, his very personal feelings and opinions about televisions flooding into him. He should have passed on by.
Whoever this sinner was, he was possibly one of the most pathetic-looking sinners Alastor had ever laid his eyes upon.
Even so, a sinner down on his luck was another opportunity for a deal and another avenue to grow his power.
"My, my. You look like you've seen better days! Welcome to Hell, my good fellow!"
At the sound of the Radio Demon's voice, the newest arrival to Hell turned his head, the broken screen flashing, occasionally illuminating Alastor's face. A distorted, filtered voice with uneven volume emanates from the picture box, words occasionally repeating and stuttering due to the damage.
"H-H-Hell? W-W-Wał₮…I. I. I. I. Kn-Know th-th-₮Ⱨ₳₮ voł₵Ɇ."
Alastor paused.
"Oh?"
"A-A-Al₳₴₮ØⱤ ████████. ₣ⱤØ₥ ₮ⱧɆ ███ ███████ RadĐłØ ₴ⱧØ₩. I-I-It's beɆ₦ ɎɆ₳Ɽ₴, b-b-but I re₵Ø₲₦łⱫɆ th₳₮ vØł₵Ɇ."
This was unexpected. With the wave of his cane, Alastor's powers begin to turn the clock on the sinner's face, repairing it, piece by piece.
"You've heard of me?"
"Ⱨ₳ve I?" The last bit of machinery and glass push themselves in, the cracks instantly healing. A flash, and a now-complete face graces the screen. The distorted voice disappears, replaced by the voice of an enthusiastic man with a filter similar to Alastor's own. "Why, you're my inspiration!" The sinner's face beams with excitement.
Finally, some proper recognition in this hellhole. Alastor's grin turns into a wide smile. Dare he say, genuine, for once?
"Well, well, well! What a surprise! It's not everyday I come across someone who's heard of me before falling into the pits of Hell! Tell me,"
Alastor helps up the television man and straightens his antenna.
"What do they call you, ol' chum?"
The sinner hesitates. No doubt someone or something had informed him about how sinners tend to change their names upon arriving in Hell.
"…Vox."
A peculiar name.
"Well, Voxy, I know a place with the best drinks this side of town! Let's have a chat and get you settled in, hm?"
With an arm around his shoulder, Alastor leads Vox away. Despite his reservations with the...asset...Hell had so graciously gifted this poor soul as a head, maybe having someone with knowledge about television that he could manipulate wouldn't be so bad.
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