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Hype"Blue"Fixations
I'm 22, thank you! A blog for my hyperfixations. Call me Blue. Currently obsessed with TF2, Poppy Playtime, and Hazbin Hotel.
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RADIOSTATIC WEEK DAY 7 - PROTECTIVE
Based on an RP I had with @cloudsontherainbow . I've really enjoyed participating in RadioStatic Week and this is the first time I've stuck to an entire art event before. Loving what everyone has come up with and may we continue to ship to our hearts content lol 💖
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And then he was tickled until he bluescreened
Hehe
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RADIOSTATIC WEEK DAY 6 - PARTNERS IN CRIME
Going on with that kid AU. Surely it's alright to steal some food from unsuspecting campers with your forest monster friend, right??
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RADIOSTATIC WEEK - DAY 5 - SICK DAY/RAIN
Vox has a virus and he's trying to walk Alastor through the troubleshooting process.
Alastor was at the bar. Eyes on the clock. If he thought he showed up early for their business meetings, Vox always showed up even earlier. But the hand tipped past 12 and the box-headed sinner was nowhere in sight. Alastor fidgeted with his pen. Unable to help the thoughts running through his head. Visions of Vox being caught by thugs in an alleyway. A greedy demon breaking into his house. Blood. Wires. Gunshots. Is this what it felt like to worry about someone? He'd almost forgotten what it was like.
He waited a few minutes longer before deciding it was enough. Hurried clicks on the ground followed him on his way out the bar and down the road. The sound of his own footsteps thundering in his ears in spite of the usual screaming and chaos of the hellscape. Above the rainstorm rocketing down. He stopped at an old apartment complex. Going to Vox's door but not even knocking. Inviting himself inside with the spare key hidden under the doormat.
The apartment seemed to be undisturbed, but dark. As if Vox went to sleep and never woke up. More of those terrible images flashed in Alastor's mind. Pills. Nooses. Guns. Goodbye letters. A strange sort of fear went through his body at the mere thought of seeing any of those beyond the door. To the point that his hand was shaking on the bedroom door handle. Annoyingly so. What were these…feelings? And why were they stopping him? He had only a moment to be repulsed by himself before he forced the door open.
On the bed laid Vox's limp body. Screen dark. But there were none of the things that Alastor imagined there to be, which was at least some sort of relief. He unhooked the charging cord and knocked against the side of the clunky box head. “Vox. Vox. Wake up. We're supposed to have our meeting at the bar at the current moment.” His usual tone sounded a bit louder. A bit faster. Is this what it was like to speak frantically? It had been a long time since he heard his voice sound that way.
His whole body shook with some kind of… joyful rush… when the screen finally flickered on. Vox's face was visible, though distorted by several rainbow colored lines and misplaced pixels. It meant nothing, really. Alastor had seen several broken down pieces of technology in his life. That unreliable stuff had no shortage of glitches and weaknesses. But for some reason, knowing this was the face of someone he'd come to care for in some arcane way, it deeply unsettled him. Made his stomach want to crawl out of his mouth. If that was even possible.
“What is wrong with you? What can I do?”
He pressed his ears against those speakers, trying to make sense among all the garbled buzz. Nothing. But then he saw one of Vox’s antennas flicker to life. His voice faintly broadcasted into Alastor's head. He focused. Attuned himself to the frequency to hear it more clearly. The voice came faintly.
“I got a bug. Can you help me get rid of it?”
Alastor squinted. A bug? He began checking the other's body, as if expecting to find a wire-eating roach or something boring through the plastic.
“A glitch.” Vox clarified with a weak chuckle, “Open my head. There's a screwdriver in my drawer.”
Alastor wasted no time in answering the whim. He'd already seen the entrails of animals and humans, surely this couldn't be worse than that. Except that seeing the mess of cords inside, knowing they were the only things sparking his business partner to life, gave him a nauseous feeling. What if he bumped the wrong one? Pulled too hard and it snapped? Technology was fickle and fragile.
“There's a green board in there. Do you see it?”
The deer squinted… finally seeing the green board. His hands shook as he went to unscrew it. Nervous that he'd mess it up. Feeding into the shakiness. A vicious cycle. The voice of Vox echoed in his head to calm him down.
“It's okay. You're not going to hurt me. Just relax.”
One deep breath and some fidgeting later, the board came unscrewed. He held it in his hands like a baby bird. One wrong move and it could snap. The wires going in and out looked so thin. Breakable. It surprisingly wasn't too much different from a human body. One very small piece could be the entire secret to life.
“Alright. Now you see the red wire? I need you to unplug that and put it back in. I'll go offline for a moment, but don't worry.”
Panic really started to settle in. Of the several wires going in and out, he could not decipher all their colors. The oranges, reds, and yellows all blended into one amalgamation of color. “Which one is the red one!?” an unsuspected panic crept into his voice, and he had to clear his throat to make it seem like an accident.
A sweet, staticky chuckle from Vox. “I knew you were colorblind, so I tagged all my wires. It should have a triangle.”
Alastor didn't have time to question how or why Vox would do such a thing, so he only gave it a few moments of thought. Searching arduously for the tag. Humming with delight as he found the triangle. Wasting no time in unplugging it. Startled as the monitor died and all signs of life faded. He nearly forgot where to plug it back in. A moment passed. Another. Still the screen was black. He tapped. Shook. Flicked. Impatient.
He checked the cords again. That strange shaky anxiety building up again. Had he messed up? Was there another instruction after the wire that he didn't give Vox enough time to explain? Suddenly he felt like his chest sank to his feet.
If only he knew more. Had taken the time to study Vox half as much as Vox had studied him. He fondled around on the green board until his finger found a moving piece. A small black sliding button. With no hope left, he switched it from one side and back to the other. Suddenly fans kicked on. Hope returned.
“Vox? Vox, hello?” Alastor tapped and shook as if it would make the booting process go any faster. The spinning circle on Vox’s screen was at least some reassurance that something right happened. Then suddenly a black screen with thousands of tiny white monospace words. Flying down the screen. Registers. Directories. Databases. Drives. It was nothing but senseless garble. But he knew one word: “Deleted”.
And the screen was filled with lines of code. Deleted. Deleted. Deleted. More worries filled his mind, if that's what such thoughts were called. Perhaps every aspect of Vox was being deleted and all he could do was watch helplessly. His personality. His memories. What if he woke up and it was just the same as when they first met on that raining bridge? On a night not so different from now?
A playful chime and startup sound pulled Alastor back into the moment. The screen flashed on. It was Vox's usual face without all the distortion and lines. Text across the screen read “restoring backup.”
The Radio Demon had a vague idea of what that meant. But how far back did the backup go? Would Vox remember him? Would he remember their meeting that they were due nearly an hour ago? Suddenly Vox's voice graced his ears. Not just a broadcast in his head, but something audible and real.
Vox's eyebrows furrowed. “IF YOU SHUT UP FOR 2 SECONDS, I COULD SAY HELLO, TOO.” This explosive display let Alastor know that his business partner was back in his right mind. “I still can't move. Can you unplug the blue wire and stick it back in, please?”
“Vox! Did I do it correctly? Hello? Hello? Hello?” Alastor kept repeating like a broken record. Caught on a scratch of concern. That's what he'd decided this emotion was.
Alastor couldn't be more delighted to. But once he did, Vox's whole body jolted and he rolled out into the floor. Crashing head first on the green board. Whatever this new emotion was, Alastor's face managed to get even more pale. The paralyzation of his business partner possessed his body instead. “VOX!? I'm sorry, I didn't have a proper hold on you!”
I'm sorry? Where did that come from? He'd never felt the need to apologize for anything. Vox slowly pushed himself up. Oddly…laughing? “You're so nervous about messing me up, huh? It's adorable. Really! But I'm not that easy to break.” He offered out the green board. Unscathed. “Can you screw it back in for me, pal?”
Pal? That was something they'd called each other for convenience sake or for jokes. But Alastor got the sense that Vox meant it in a different way this time. Not just a business partner. Not just someone to lick your wounds and be a convenience. But a real friend.
“Of course I can. Pa…p…” Alastor couldn't get the word out. What were all these biological malfunctions today? He wasn't any better off than Vox was only moments ago. But as he screwed the board back into Vox's head, a warmth came over him. This wasn't just a normal favor. Or something done for an advantage. It meant something.
“There. Now shall we have our meeting? We're an hour late as it is… friend.”
The word came out effortlessly. A silent understanding was shared between them as they went to the bar for their meeting. Although this had been a sick day for Vox, perhaps they were both a bit healthier that evening.
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RadioStatic Week Day 4 - Drunk. Was thinking about that little AU I made for day 1 and also that rumor going around about deer/elk getting drunk on apples. So yeah :>
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You should totally do that power lee thing with ler Alastor /nf
Apologies for being inactive with audios! Some inspiration struck today and we're back with another one. Power lee Alastor with ler Vox on a radio broadcast, what could go wrong? Just tickles and tummy love, that's what.
You can listen audio only on SoundCloud Here.
Weights did a bunch of updates so I apologize if the audio sounds weird. I'm too embarrassed to upload a raw version of this (I might pass away as it is) but hope you all enjoy this little piece of self indulgence!
Also I never cuss so have an unhinged blooper
#sfw tickle community#ler!Vox#lee!Alastor#Tickle audio#power lee#hazbin hotel tickles#voice acting#Weights#my audio#asks
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RadioStatic Week Day 3 - Jealous/Posessive - "Your Laugh is Mine" (SFW ticklefic)
All day he'd kept his claws off the Radio Demon and let him go about his daily business. Forced to watch as the object of his obsession talked to other people. Conducted business with them, made small talk, cracked jokes. He hated how they made him laugh and smile. How those people gave him what he wanted. Vox knew he could do better.
And it was worst with the ladies. Alastor was far too kind to them. To the point it made Vox sick. The only time he even felt the smallest pang of guilt over these emotions is when the lady was Rosie. He respected the deep connection the two shared. But if it be anyone else, jealousy was sure to run rampant.
As the day went on, Vox became more fidgety. His body itchy. Everything in him wanted that furry deer back home and in his arms. Evening felt like it couldn't come soon enough. He was already daydreaming of all the things he wanted to do, making the wait all the more agonizing.
“I'm back!” the door clicked open and in came Alastor. Vox was already there, offering to takr his jacket and even unlace his shoes. Dinner was ready. Jazz music played on the radio. Whatever the deer wanted was only a whim away. “I think you love me too much.” Alastor cooed as he was lead to the dinner table.
“Nope. I love you just enough.” Vox held out a cooked human hand, humming in adoration as Alastor leaned forward to nibble each finger off. A playful look coming to his face.
“You love me so much you're even hand-feeding me!”
Vox snorted at the double meaning. Such a charming sense of humor. “Speaking of loving you so much…” his voice trailed off as he lost himself in Alastor's eyes. A small nibble at his own fingers shook him out of the daze with a frightened shout. As much as he loved the other, he was still a beast to be reckoned with. A unique, dangerous, and downright gorgeous beast.
The TV headed man offered more food. Smiling as it was gingerly eaten away. “I couldn't help but watch how you interacted with everyone today. They gave you what you wanted. Satisfied you. Made you smile. Laugh.”
“Mhm. What's your point?” Alastor smacked his lips, signaling he was done with dinner. Vox wiped the blood from his mouth, losing himself in those eyes again. They were always so expressive, and right now they were full of love and interest. Wondering what fantasies had been running through that dumb box head.
They went to bed, Alastor the first to settle down and get comfortable. Vox was right at his side. Wasting no time in getting his claws on that furry belly. Scratching at it and digging in possessively. “This soft little thing? It's mine.” His voice was strong. Not accepting any sort of argument. Whatever Alastor tried to say was silenced at the feeling of a tummy kiss.
Warmth focused on the mouth area of Vox’s screen as he planted kisses at the waist line. He gently pushed up Alastor's shirt as he trailed kisses up to his belly button. Then a blue tongue projected out of his screen to draw buzzy lines around the sensitive spot.
“Vox, darling. You don't have to–”
��I want to.” A firm grip came on his sides as warm kisses and electronic licks graced that fuzzy deer belly. Alastor couldn't help but fluster at the tender care. One hand rested on the back of Vox’s head while the other came up to his mouth to hide the noise that wanted to come out. A task that became harder when the hands on his sides began lightly scratching the soft body.
Alastor was now biting into his hand. Desperate attempts to hold back noise. Vox was quick to tug it away. “I want to hear you. Are you really going to let all those other people hear your beautiful voice and laughter all day then keep it hidden from me?”
“I suppose that is unfair of me, hmm?”
“It's criminal.” Vox blew a strange, vibrating form of a raspberry square on that belly button. Tickling his claws into the sensitive sides. A loud laugh echoed in response. “See, I bet that felt good, right?”
“It does feel good to let loose and laugh.”
“Good! Because all those laughs are mine, you hear? Every sound you make tonight will be mine.” Vox stared directly into Alastor's eyes as his claws scribbled around the belly button. Small giggles ensued. “Every little whine, laugh, breath, wheeze, beg, and whatever comes in-between is mine.”
“No it's not!” Alastor playfully teased.
The claw dipped into the center of that tummy with a small electric shock. That seemed to bring the radio demon back into his place with a storm of uncontrollable laughter.
“Yes. It. Is.”
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RadioStatic Week Day 2 - ANGST - Unspoken Feelings. They're business partners, but Alastor wants to be so much more.
#radiostatic week 2024#hazbin hotel art#radiostatic comic#asexual Alastor#radiostatic#staticlovetune#my art
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THIS IS SO RELATABLe
Just a general fyi for my page. It's sfw for the community not for society.
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RadioStatic Week Day 1 - FLUFF - First Meeting/Confession. AU where kid Vox is kidnapped, but the group gets caught in the wrong neck of the woods and he is saved by an unexpected hero.
Does a friendship confession at first sight count?
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Tickle tickle lol
sneak attack <3
bonus funny under the cut bc of my hc that he has fur:
she's normally into it, she just forgets it's there sometimes and then has an AuDHD moment because Unexpected Texture
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Restraints my beloved
Some sketches...Lucifer restrains captive Alastor
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Man's getting wrecked by the tickle monster fr
This is the finding out part.
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lee vox next?!?!?!!🤭🤭🤭🤭
Of course. He deserves it
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want want want want
our alastor paci from spoopy.bunnies.pacis shop on ig!!
pls credit us if u use these gifs! <3
《sera》
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A bondage/restraint study feat. lots of evil tickles, insanity, and television. RadioStatic theme.
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I adore ALL of these! And I'd like to add a few if I may.
- Ler Vox uses all the information he gathers on his camera to make weakness reports on the lees he wants to target. And he loves holding it over their head that he knows so much. Alastor's file is 20x bigger than anyone else's, even Val's.
- His worst spots are the sides, the back of his head, hips, and legs. Literally just the whole leg.
- His antennas are melt spots and he loves when they're flicked or twiddled.
- He loves power dynamics. As a ler he loves emphasizing his control, as a lee he loves being reminded of how little he can do. Adjacent to this, he also loves emphasizing how sadistic/possessive he is and being reminded of how much he loves being tortured/masochistic.
- Anything Alastor does makes his lee/ler moods skyrocket. But he ESPECIALLY loves the more monstrous sides. When Alastor goes manic, sadistic, demon mode, etc. his brain turns into simpy mush. He wants to see that radio man go wild and enjoy himself to the fullest.
Vox Tickle Headcanons!!
Because my art has been making itself at a very slow rate, have some Vox headcanons that rot my brain while you wait
These are mixed up with lee and ler because I was just going on a rampage
my lil guy @hype-blue-fixation was most of my inspiration for this
WARNING: Some might be a bit intense for some viewers so keep that in mind!!
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Can NOT say tickle when in a lee mood, replacing it with “tiggle” or “tword”, however in a ler mood he’ll be sure to make the lee crumble by just that word
Absolutely bullies the lee if he’s the one wrecking their ass, there will be zero mercy
He’s a evil teaser, that is his weapon
“Ohohoh look who just found a bad spot~”
“Let’s see how loud I can get you..that way I don’t have to tell everyone how ticklish you are, you’ll be doing it yourself~”
Will not stop till safe word is said, he wants to saver every single second he has to drive the lee crazy
Instead of “soft to rough” tickles, he likes doing “rough to soft” tickles
When in a ler mood, he likes scratching his claws on anything (ex. On his desk, edge of his sleeves, running them on the walls)
When in a lee mood, he will hang around his pet sharkies a lot, getting subtle cuddles from them<3
He’d rather burn in hell twice than ask for tickles.
In a lee mood, he’ll be extra sensitive to any sort of touch; flinching away from hugs, pat on the back, even handshakes
He’s a runner and will try to escape if even a mention of him getting tickled is said
Bratty.
Even while getting his ass wrecked, he’ll say bratty comments
“Is this all you got??”
“And here you said you were gonna have me breathless, where’s all that talk?”
Except once you really get him cackling, he will be begging for his life
He’s a stomper
And of course, a squirmed too, this man WILL NOT stay still no matter what you do
The back of his head/tv panel is his worst spot. No one will convince me otherwise.
You can very much trick him to admit to wanting tickles; teasing him the whole day with slight touches, subtle teases, anything that resembles tickling will drive him insane to the point where he will burst
“STOP IT with the stupid fucking teasing, you’ve been fucking with me the entire day. Just t-t-t-…fuck-“ Just imagine the ler smirking down at him, getting the tv man flustered as fuck and realizes it was a trick all along~
“I don’t want it anymore. Get AWAY from me!!-“
Has ticklish palmmmssss
He actually doesn’t mind when Vel/Val just trace his palms, using him as a fidget toy
He rants to his sharks about the tickle scenarios in his head, and it’s a lot
When he gets too flustered, he has to release it in some kind of way; whether that be punching the floor, kicking his feet, insulting (with no real heat) to his ler, and etc, anything you can think of
When he wants to cover his face, he just rotates his tv head 360 degrees and lays it on the ground
But that exposes his tv panel so it’s a big gamble to hope that his ler doesn’t know that’s even a tickle spot
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