#also you drew alastor so delicious he looks so good

[redladydeath]

Okay so before I saw your design for the RAM!AU I’d actually been thinking quite a bit about what Vox would look like in this, so if you don’t mind, I want to write down some of my thoughts about an alt design of sorts for him

I think both his antennae would be bent, like you drew them, since they’re often written to be in some way connected to his thoughts and . Well .

I think his outfit would definitely take after Alastor, maybe even moreso, with a few changes to be more… uh, docile ? Like, his shoulder pads would be horizontal instead of going upwards like Alastor’s do . Alastor’s suit kinda goes into a triangle shape at the bottom, so Vox would have that but it would be shorter . His tie would still be big but it would have the same shape as Alastor’s . I don’t think he’d wear as much blue if he wears blue at all, or at the very least he definitely wouldn’t wear the bright cyan since that’s something he didn’t wear as often back when he was a box-screen . Also, the cross Alastor has on his chest would be replaced with an X because it’s a type of crucifix that’s was specifically requested by someone who didn’t think they deserved to be on the same level as the J-boy himself and, well, we know Alastor doesn’t see Vox as an equal anymore .

Those are the big ones but some others thoughts I had were that Vox probably has like . No edge to him anymore . Because while Alastor sucks at taking responsibility, there are times where even he has to step in and take care of Vox . For example, if Vox ever hurts himself because he, hypothetically, forgets that he’s a demon with super sharp claws that can easily pierce through his screen…. Well, then the easy solution would simply be to file them down, no? Declaw him? (I’ve heard declawing has like pretty bad effects on cats too so . Easy angst for him and maybe indirect angst for Husk who has to deal with like….. phantom limb pains but in reverse ?)

Anyway yeah . Just wanted to say some thoughts I had . Love this AU btw !

Yeah, I thought about incorporating more of Alastor's design elements, but I ended up just kinda not? I did try to make the red in his palette more prominent though.

The similar suits is quite a good idea, but I wanted him in casual clothes– he may want to continue dressing sharp, but he's just not in a headspace where he can wear a suit 24/7 anymore without it being constantly damaged and disheveled. Plus, the design I drew is specifically for the hotel route, so I wanted to keep the outfit more reminiscent of clothes a handyman would wear while still incorporating the 50s aesthetic and keeping it recognizably Vox. I let him keep his little bowtie though, since that's one aspect of his base design that he definitely stole from Alastor, and there's symbolism to be had by leaving it perpetually undone.

But oh man, that declawing idea is deliciously brutal. Heck, Alastor might not have even been the one responsible for it– what if it was Val and Velvette? An act of care gone wrong? I mean, how were they supposed to know that not every part of Vox's body is purely synthetic...

[weapon13whitefang]

Apple of the Eye [Chapter 1 of 3]

It had been six months since Lucifer had laid eyes on his daughter. One hundred and eighty three days since their fight. Twenty six weeks since her little broadcast on Chanel 666 had made him want to shake the girl as all of Hell was laughing at the Magne family because his daughter had some ridiculous belief that she could help redeem his subjects and get them into heaven? He still had no damn idea where she had come up with this fucking ridiculously impossible idea! Honestly he wondered if maybe some of his old heavenly days had sunk from his sperm...

Sinking into his work chair, Lucifer rubbed at his temples in circular motions, trying to gain some relief to the fucking headache he was getting. Six months of this shit - constantly playing over his fight with Charlie and the many ravings he’d given to Lilith - was really starting to put pressure on him. He hasn’t felt this annoyed since fucking Gabriel and Michael had come waltzing into his kingdom to meet Charlie after she was born, acting like the whole goddamn war between them had never fucking happened!

Waving a hand, a freshly made cup of tea appeared before him. He’d rather be getting drunk right now, but today was supposed to be the big gathering. While many of his citizens had no true respect for him or his family, he still had their fear. And he needed them to still see that - despite Charlie’s actions over the last six months - he was still to be feared and still demands their respect. And he could still absolutely crush them all into nothingness before they’d even have to worry about another purging.

Thinking about the purging made his blood boil. He stared down at the dark brown liquid with a bitter anger licking through him like the flames of his keep. This whole damn thing - this headache, his anger, this fight between him and his daughter - was all because of this damn purge. A purge that had been “agreed” upon by him and God after it was noted that his kingdom was crowded. That His little Exterminators could help “ease the trouble of trying to make more space”.

Lucifer wasn’t a fucking idiot. Heaven was afraid. With so many souls at his disposal - so many sinners he could rile up - Heaven and their precious Lord had gotten scared. With his numbers, Heaven could easily be overthrown. His archangel “brothers” wouldn’t even stand a chance with all his numbers. They’d all fall.

That’s why this blasted purge was even a thing. And yet Charlie wanted to add more of his people to those stuck up bastards that wanted to eliminate his people like cattle to the slaughter?! The girl had even written to God himself - behind his and her mothers back - to ask for fucking permission to try!

Growling under his breath, Lucifer sucked down a gulp of tea, sighing at the delicious burn that hit his throat as he grabbed his remote out of his desk front drawer and turned on his monitor to pick up Channel 666 for some news. He needed something to get his mind off things for awhile. And with his wife on tour, this would have to do.

“Welcome back! Katie Killyjoy here! Time for everyone’s favorite: celebrity news update! And boy do we have some fucking crazy news, right Tom?” Katie Killjoys smirk was as wide and intimidating as ever, a slight twitch to her left eye catching Lucifer’s attention. This should be good.

“That’s right, Katie, it seems our very own Princess of Hell has actually done it folks! Our news camera caught the very moment an actual citizen of Hell was REDEEMED!” Tom exclaimed, throwing his hands up in shock as the camera swerved back to Katie.

Lucifer's expression went blank, his usual smile tightening as his fingers went numb.

On the screen - as Katie Killjoy went on to talk about how this citizens was seen turning and being greeted by angels - Lucifer's eyes weren’t on the citizen or really taking in much that was being said. For his eyes were glued to his daughter... Who was touching Alastor, the Goddamn Radio Demon!

Her hand was on Alastor’s arm casually, her smile wide and eyes sparkling in awe as she was bouncing on her heels, tears streaming down her face as she spoke to the redeemed - was that the porn-Star he’d heard she was trying to redeem? - as he looked frightened and confused, holding some pig.

His daughter hugged the star - Angel something? - before he was being lifted up by the angels sent to gather him. Charlie was calling up to him and waving as the angels disappeared... And then his tea began to pour from his cup.

Lucifer watched as Alastor placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder and drew her to him, crouching down and wiping away tears from her face, still smiling and seeming to gently tut at her... Before Charlie was smiling at him and leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek and mouth the obvious words of “Alastor” along with “thank you”??!

“It seems Hell’s Princess and the infamous crime lord, the Radio Demon, are a pair! Wonder how the King and Queen will react?” Katie asked the camera, eye still twitching. “More on that after our commercial break!... Okay what the fuck is going on-?!“

The channel went to commercial abruptly and Lucifer stared at the screen for what felt like hours before he slowly set his empty cup on the table and stood abruptly. Expression still blank, he grabbed his cane from its holster and made his way out the door.

His secretary barely missed being run over by him as she called after him. He ignored her and briskly walked to the elevator. He waited as the elevator opened and stepped inside. As the door closed, he let out a screech!

“CHARLIE WHAT THE FUCK?!”

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What can I say besides I like this pairing lol. This was inspired by a lot of artwork of people having Lucifer reacting to Charlie and Alastor being a thing! But this image is what fully stroked the idea so yay!

Also yes I made Angel the first to be redeemed. It makes sense to me. He already has shown some small potential. Given time and a few scenarios and boom, heavenly bound!

For my friend @chocolatemicenwhiskey

[moonbeammuses-a]

"grain of truth" (Marion)

Moonlight tilted his head thoughtfully. “So.. It’s like two truths and a lie, but with confessions and only one is true,” he said, nodding his understanding. “Okay. I should warn you, I’m a good liar.” 

He raised a hand, index finger pointing up. “When I was 12, I stole a cake from Deandra’s bakery on 5th. A two-layer chocolate cake with dark chocolate frosting, the sides were coated with chocolate chips, and the whole thing was topped with chopped walnuts. I didn’t go to school anymore then, so I’d wander around sometimes during the day, worry Zeyde half to death. Anyway, I felt bad the minute I did it, but it was done and I didn’t want to get caught, so I took it all the way home and hid on the roof. I spent so long debating on taking it back and telling Dee what I’d done, that Zeyde got home. I couldn’t really let Zeyde see it, and I wasn’t about to leave it for the birds, so I sat up there for three hours and ate the whole thing.It started out delicious, but…” He looked at Alastor and made a face. “Now I hate chocolate. But I never got caught.” 

Moonlight thought a moment, before a second finger joined the first in pointing towards the sky. “When I still attended school, around 9 years old, there was this boy who was mean to Luka. Jeremy, I think. I don’t remember his name for sure. He was Luka’s age, so he’d have been 12 at the time. Anyway, he’d tease her about her hair and her clothes, and the things she drew. He made fun of her for not having any friends, even though it wasn’t her fault. Zeyde and Bubbe told her not to make friends, for their sake.” He frowned at that. 

“Well, one day I got sick of it. So I sidled up to him at lunch. Asked if he’d ever smoked, and he put on this tough-guy attitude and said he smoked all the time. I told him I knew a way onto the school roof, which I did. I lied and told him one of the older kids had left a pack of cigarettes up there. I said if he’d smoked before he should prove it, smoke a cigarette without coughing. It was easy enough. So I led him up the stairs by the janitor’s closet and yanked the lock off the roof access door. He should’ve been scared then, when I think about it. Long story short, I held him off the roof by his ankles until he promised he’d never be mean to my sister again. Then I dropped him,” Moonlight finished with a chuckle. “He broke his leg but never said a word about me being up there. He also never spoke to Luka again.”

Moonlight took a long time thinking of a third. Finally, after glancing around, he held up a third finger. “When I was 14, I was really mad at Luka. I don’t even remember what we’d argued about. But she’d been working on this tryptich for a few weeks by then. It was all cute on one side, and all dark on the other, and melded together in the middle panel. These panels were each the size of her bedroom door. HUGE painting. Well, She had them up on the roof, and she kept the cans of paint on that little ledge that runs around the roof.”

“I’m sure you can guess where this is going. I knocked the biggest cans over, her favorite colors, of course. Pink, white, and black. The paint swirled all over itself and absolutely coated the tryptich. I almost jumped off the roof when I realized what I’d done. I wasnt sure I was gonna make it to 15 once she came back up. I went down the fire escape instead, so she never saw me up there. Luka pouted in her room for a few days, and Zeyde and I stayed at our neighbor’s, the Nikiforovs. When it was safe to come back in the apartment, we found out that she’d kept the panels how they were, let the paint dry almost all the way, and taken the handle of the paintbrush to scratch her name into it. She turned it in to her art class as-is. She told me that she didn’t like birds anymore, so I guess she blamed a pigeon.” He shrugged, grinning. “It actually didn’t look that bad,” he admitted. “But I always felt bad for ruining the original painting.”

“Which one is true?” he asked.