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radioiaci · 9 months ago
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'Early next week' was not much of a wait - but enough to make him marginally impatient. On the day of, however, he'd made an effort. To dress in something comfortable enough that made sense for wine and for... possibly more. If he was able to chase his impulse to confess something to the television in lieu of their earlier subject of conversation.
The Hotel was facing some rather dire realities - the exorcists would undoubtedly be back. Alastor had heard tell of Adam's lieutenant retreating with an obvious chip on her shoulder - not likely to let the savage killing of the First Man to go without retribution. And though the efforts to maintain the hotel's defenses were well underway, Alastor had some small doubts that they would be enough.
And so there was no better time to pose a possible question. Vox had connections that could make it happen- could indulge the radio demon's wishes and desires if he so pleased.
Now all it took was some convincing.
Which was why he'd taken it upon himself to gather a few of the other's ideal things - a sampling of both cigarettes and cigars, liquor to sample if the wine was not enough, coffee for... presumably the morning after (if Vox did not see fit to abscond before the end of the night) and just a small surprise that would hopefully too make up for his faulty decision making with the bat.
Alastor was not a gifting sort. So this was quite a bit of effort for him.
And he'd made certain to arrive at the apartment first, settled in a rather luxurious and calm lay across the couch with a book in hand that he thumbed through, comfortable in his sweater as he waited.
He just hoped Vox would be in a decent mood.
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alteredassistant · 11 months ago
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I need coffee..
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He didn't need to hear anything else- going off to get Vox's preferred drink and coming back with it. He held it out to the overlord, other arm holding the tablet close to his chest as he waited for him to take it.
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infernal-blaze · 6 months ago
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Vox (me) hosting a Minecraft server for the homies @radioiaci @ducktastic-dad @videokilled
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ghostlyrps · 11 months ago
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Ghost didn't often visit bars.
Usually when they did, they were usually one-and-done.
Tonight, however, they were in a shitty mood. They'd had a lot of things on their mind- things they didn't like to think about. Their life, their sin, everything they'd ever done wrong.
They wanted to forget. So they asked for fries and a cocktail- and asked the Bartender to keep said cocktails coming. The price didn't matter to them, though they were sure they'd regret it later. That was fine, they could skip a few meals if it meant numbing themself to everything.
Now, most Sinners would be wise enough to get away from the Overlord who entered the bar. Ghost simply didn't care at the moment, however. So when Vox, someone they already weren't fond of, took a seat next to them, they merely watched him out of the corner of their eye, observing.
After a good five minutes or so, they weren't really paying attention, their eyes narrowed at the Media Demon, ears pinning back before they finally spoke.
"...you really are an asshole, you know that?"
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mothvalentino · 11 months ago
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ཐིཋྀ "By the way, it's been too long since we've gotten drunk together."
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sinnervalentino · 1 year ago
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There was something bothering Vox, Valentino could always tell these things. The moth demon didn't know what it was, but there was something there. There were no others out there that he cared about or for more than the other Vees-- he couldn't let this foul mood stay and strangle the air. So he grabbed Vox by the arms with his lower arms and pulled him close, then took him by the screen with his upper arms and leaned in to plant a kiss right on those digital lips. It was lewd and dramatic, but that was the point. Who could stay upset when Valentino kissed them like that? Nobody.
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the-smallest-star · 10 months ago
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Should the celebrity be concerned? He feels like he should be... he's going to hobble away on his crutch.
@angelsandemons @videokilled
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lilitophidian · 10 months ago
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Hey I literally love your Lilith and I love the plots and your threads are one of the scrolling dead stops where I have to go back up and read it LOL. I love how much thought you put into it and how much care you put in your writing and I THINK YOU DO A REALLY GOOD JOB <3 Thank you for sharing your time by posting your writing
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Aaah, oh my gosh, thank you!!! This means a lot to mean you are literally soooo freaking sweet, and after having such a big hiatus from writing and dealing with a lot, this makes me so happy to hear!! Every time someone tells me they enjoy my little bs, it makes me wanna write novels tbh. If you ever wanna try writing when I'm back to regular responses completely, do let me know!! I'm slightly all over the place still but always open!!!
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radioiaci · 4 days ago
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Maybe he was underestimating himself. But at his core - and what Vox was likely beginning to understand - was that Alastor was rather heavily driven by his emotions. It took decades of finely tuned control for it to not appear that way - control that Vox seemed to have whittled away in the time since that ridiculous party. And control that, perhaps, he wanted to relinquish from time to time, leaving him nothing more than a coiled spring, ready to snap in rage, or upset, or fervent passion for whatever he wanted to work his claws into.
But he would take the compliment for what it was worth, even if he were not quite in the right frame of mind to dissect it.
The question, instead, pulled his attention back to his companion, a small nod given.
"Yes. It was an aunt. Distant, but still. She did not really want to put us up, but she did." From what he recalled, anyway. "But it was not for very long. Maybe a year. And then my mother received what I imagine was insurance money for Elias's misfortune."
The only real thing he was good for.
From one street to the next, Alastor eventually slowed, finding the right turn and stepping down the street before he paused in front of one house to stare at it for a bit longer than usual. But he shook his head; continued onward. Until finally, he stopped at the final house on the street.
This one, at least, had not been changed. In fact, there was a plaque, it seemed, plastered against the outer side of the house just next to the door that denoted it a historical building. Perhaps the interior had been slightly modified, but otherwise, the tall, slender two-story home - perhaps some kind of duplex, now - still held the architecture it had when Alastor had been there.
How lucky.
"This is it," he said. Certain. Definitive.
Vox was looking around similarly- but for very different reasons. Profiling. Watching families with too many kids and those with none- but dead soulless eyes. No suits or briefcases to be found.
“I think you underestimate yourself.” Vox said easily and without thought.
Forever the judgmental sort, Vox gave a hum under his breath and picked up his pace to at least stay closer to the other. Briefly he had an urge to reach forward and slap the others ass… it looked good in the lighting.
But to be seen doing such a thing- was not something he had wrestled with yet. Especially in front of those he judged so harshly. And it had nothing to do with his own privacy.
Vox cleared his throat quietly and moved his hands to be pinned behind his own hips as they walked. Increasing his pace again with the other- not looking for the lead really. He would allow the other to pull whatever bloodhound routine he needed too. Vox just didn’t want to appear to be a straggler.
“Your mother brought you to this area after you painted the living room?” He turned to watch some unsupervised children run out into the empty street. It wasn’t all that busy but from where Vox was from it would have been instant street meat.
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radioiaci · 11 months ago
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@videokilled ⧐ Vox notices Alastor across the floor and waits to catch his eye then flips him off, he's probably halfway to drunkUNPROMPTED ASKS.
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Aggravating.
Alastor is minding his business - he does not need the added stress from seeing Vox in attendance. Not very sober himself, in fact, and unwilling to let the offense go unanswered.
So he returns the gesture, that grin of his never leaving. In fact, he will set down his wine glass and do it with both hands.
Subtle.
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alteredassistant · 1 year ago
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what's your name again? I'm claiming you as a dependent on my taxes
videokilled asked: Hurry up the deadline is today.
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"Um- It's Trevor but...I don't think that's how...taxes work,"
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radiostarsz · 1 year ago
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"Limbo could never tarnish my reputation!"
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Alastor retorts, his eyes gleaming. A hearty laugh escapes his throat and he looks at the tip of his nails, which were sharpened to a point. He flicks his hand, as if dismissing the other demon's words. "I, unlike others, have no use for cheap propaganda". Alastor's voice brims with an air of self-assurance and superiority "it takes just one buzz from me to take all your numbers away..." He snickers, his voice becoming deep and dark. "Oh, I wish I had done it earlier!" Alastor's smile is as wide as the Chesire cat's. His eyes gleam again " Although Im curious ...you seem to bear the marks of one well-acquainted with the realm of hate mail..." he trails off, his tone dripping with venom.
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"Perhaps you have the pleasure of experiencing it on a daily basis, hmm?"
╔═ -V- ═╗ "I don't know WHAT you're talking about."
Vox's voice was- tense.
"My ratings are through the roof! Trending even- ever heard of binge-watching? .. Why what have you heard??"
He checks himself in a small pause pretty visibly. Then decides on rolling his eyes. His mouth shrinks from big and toothy to low and wrinkled. Attempting to go back to unbothered.
"Anyway if you're insinuating that I would send shallow comments using 'anonymous' you're wrong. It's not me. Radio however is decrepit. Sorry you had to hear it through tumblr's anon."
He looks away but cant for long despite it- when he's right there. The cyan pupils snap back without his head moving, resulting in a nosey persistent side-eye stare.
The Flatscreen Fiasco sighs audibly in a showy way (regardless if it was seen) his shoulders moving just a bit and looks to his claws as if he recently manicured the metal. That tech-illiterate redheaded walkman wouldn't know even if it was him...
"I could ask you the same thing- or is groveling for bellhop employment just adequate quid pro quo now.. wild what 7 years of limbo will do to ones ratings."
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connectionxterminated · 4 months ago
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rS: will i ever be remembered? will i ever be acknowledged?
VK: No. The answer is no. You're a lost cause, Aullie. You always have been, always will be.
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mothvalentino · 9 months ago
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@videokilled beach event starter
It doesn't take long until Val spots the TV demon reclining on a shark-themed beach towel. He sits down beside him, appreciating his outfit choice with a broad smile.
ཐིཋྀ "I knew this color would look amazing on you.", he comments, chuckling lightly before he feels the shiny blue fabric.
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"Let's get some sunscreen on you."
With practiced ease, the moth strips Vox of his open shirt and directs him to lie down on his stomach. He picks up the bottle of sunscreen and sprays it on the expanse of his back, then uses all four of his hands to massage it in.
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e-m-p-error · 1 year ago
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Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.
[ Valentino ]
With a loud cry of pain, Valentino hoisted the Sinner in his upper right hand higher above his head to avoid getting cut again. He hadn't expected the cat to claw his chest like that, aiming for his eyes next as he held her up by her neck. She flailed wildly, knowing that her time was up but unwilling to accept it without a fight.
Her claws caught again, this time on his cheek, leaving behind a torrent of hot pink blood flooding his pale lavender skin. With it went his glasses, and he growled when his sight was so compromised he could barely see. Quick as a flash, his upper left hand lifted and pressed the muzzle of Moneyshot against the soft palette beneath her chin.
"¡Descansa en pedazos, hijo de puta codicioso!" He snapped suddenly before firing, putting six bullets in her head before throwing her to the ground. Blood streaked behind her on his epoxy floor, and he wiped his hand on his ruined dress, his wings fluttering in agitation. (Rest in pieces, you greedy son of a bitch!)
"Hey, Vox!" He called, his digital assistant beeping loudly from its spot on the ceiling, "Lights off!" He couldn't fucking see, and everything was hurting. The lights dimmed, then cut out completely, leaving him in the dark, "Curtains drawn one hundred percent." Following his order, the curtains were loosed and filled the giant picture window, plunging his penthouse into darkness.
It was only now that he realized his arm was pretty torn to Hell, too, and he probably looked a fright. Turning, he paused when he saw a familiar glow in the doorway to his living room, pausing for a second before sighing.
"If you're here to piss on my parade, don't. Bitch had it coming. No-fucking-body cheats Valentino out of his fucking money."
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ghostlyrps · 11 months ago
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Ghost honest to whatever God there was squeaked.
It sounded almost like a rusty hinge, but it was undoubtedly alarmed as the moth-cat sinner began to back away, one pair of arms wrapped tightly around them while the others gripped each other, claws digging in. Trying to ground themself. Their wings were open, flashing red eyespots at Vox instinctively- an attempt to look bigger, to intimidate.
They were afraid. They were panicking.
There was no escaping this.
"Leave him alone-" They managed after a moment of heavy breathing. "Don't- don't do anything to him, leave him alone-"
He couldn't know. God, he couldn't know. He couldn't know of this. They didn't want to do that to him, they didn't want to hurt him like that. They preferred he believed them dead- that way they never had to look him in the eye as he realized what they'd done. He could continue to think of them as his naive, stupid, fuzzy little chewtoy, and not have it tainted by their betrayal. It was kinder, wasn't it?
"Leave him alone. Please."
After having let go, texting with one hand and sipping his drink with the other. It was starting to make his head very woozy. Which was perfect. The figure on the ground in front of him was still down and out and honestly would probably stay there for another several hours.
The horror and panic and recoiling was all par for the course of making deals. He had only sent one text before he heard the dismissed figure behind him mutter something about Al, and he froze. Velvette would have laughed at him. Reacting like a hound.
Then the moth thing behind him said the full name and the glass shattered in his left hand with the force of him slamming his palm down onto the counter. The glowing claws scratched some dust up from the gouges left in the granite counter.
Vox stood, and very stiffly turned to face his newest possession.
“W̵̱̆h̸̺͈̼̱̓̍̎͋͗͒͘ả̴̧̱̩̹̈́̓͋͗̀͜͜ͅͅͅt̷̯̐̃̀̈́͒̓̃̓ ̵̭̋̈́̑̋͐d̵̡̙̤̙̄͠ḭ̷̎̋͛̓̉́͘͘͝͠d̵̪̖̞͚͉͖̿͋͂́̓͛͑̍͊̚ ̷͍͚̯͔̓̀̇͛͑̾́͆̒͠y̸̮̦̻͖͈̝̒̎͋̕͝ͅo̴̮͓͆͝u̸̜̳͙͋̽̃̑̋̍̓͝ ̵̧̫̣̯̣̄̔̆̂̌̆̔̾͜͝s̷̨̧̢̮͇͙̱̝̞͐͆̆̈͜ą̴̨̰͑̈́̂̎̀̍́̈͐̃ͅỳ̶͇͎͝?”
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