#televocation

[staticgcne]

@televocation replied to your post “alastor's station on the radio is called "station...”:

vox vc lmfao. station turd

@hclluvahctel replied to your post:

hehe station turd

he's killing you both, he will chase you down && consume you!!

[voxxisms]

@televocation whispered a line !! mun talks about muse ( accepting! ) ✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

one of my favorite things about vox is that he's surprisingly versatile to write with && for! he has a wide range of possible reactions to most things, he's pretty easy for me to anticipate his wants, && he can be a lot of fun in every way! he's got plenty of capability of being both wildly silly (see "i miss titty clouds") && massively angsty (see his willingness to tear himself apart for the people he loves even if they dont love him) && even a massive dickhead (see his willingness to absolutely decimate anyone competing with him). i can typically make just about any plot end - goal happen with him, && it isn't very hard for me to find his reasons for behaving in most ways! good or bad.

thanks for asking!

[spidersins]

😍🧡💙💖 !!

Positivity Meme!

🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most! 🧡 - I stalk you from afar because I love your writing! 💙 - I love your muses! 💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately!

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[hostradio]

there's  a  soft  rustle  as  the  radio  demon  adjusts  his  hold  on  the  newspaper  —  lowering  it  just  enough  to  allow  a  set  of  vermillion  eyes  peer  overtop.  though  the  bottom  half  of  his  face  remains  obscured,  it's  practically  to  his  benefit;  the  unimpressed  look  in  his  gaze  would  only  be  marred  by  the  oil  and  water  joy  of  his  perpetual  smile.  vox's  presence  is  grating  enough  under  ordinary  circumstances,  much  like  the  overstimulation  of  his  preferred  medium  —  though  it  seems  he  has  decided  to  conduct  himself  in  a  manner  that  is  PARTICULARLY  insufferable  today.

briefly,  alastor  considers  simply  going  back  to  his  reading.  there  is  a  story  about  an  especially  gruesome  string  of  murders  that's  caught  his  interest  —  the  gory  details  are  nearly  enough  to  make  one  salivate!  (  or  perhaps  he's  simply  hungry.  )  however,  there  isn't  a  doubt  in  his  mind  vox  wouldn't  interpret  the  gesture  as  a  sign  of  weakness  —  as  opposed  to  the  exasperation  the  radio  demon  ACTUALLY  intends  to  convey.  ❝  is  that  so? ❞   he  says  instead,  deciding  to  feign  apathy  —  for  what  could  be  more  grating  to  one  desperate  for  attention  than  lukewarm  indifference?  ❝  if  business  truly  is  booming  as  much  as  you've  deluded  yourself  into  thinking  it  is,  i  can't  imagine  why  i  haven't  heard  about  it  SOONER. ❞  why,  he  may  not  dabble  with  that  television  or  social  whatsit  nonsense,  but  alastor  isn't  ENTIRELY  out  of  the  loop!  he  even  pointedly  looks  to  the  paper  in  his  hands  for  emphasis.

❝  prattling  on  about  consumers  this  and  ratings  that ... ❞   an  exaggerated  sigh,  followed  by  the  disdainful  click  of  the  tongue.  ❝  even  after  so  many  years,  the  point  still  eludes  you!  honestly,  do  you  have  a  lick  of  passion  for  your  medium,  or  is  it  simply  another  vehicle  for  you  to  sate  your  hunger  for  attention? ❞

@hostradio / oracle starter call.

Vox hasn't been able to quell the signals of violent pride shooting through his nerves all day, but they're made more potent by Alastor's presence. 

"Oh, Alastor! I almost didn't see you there!" Poorly playing nonchalant, Vox can't stop the broad grinspreading across his screen. Not that he wants to---being seen coming apart at the seams is one thing, but it's perfectly acceptable for someone in his position to be caught gloating. "I was just too busy thinking about how successful I've been lately. I know that must be a pretty foreign concept for you. Given that I could squash your ratings like a tiny, annoying bug, and all! I'd offer to invite you on for an interview on what it's like to fall off so hard but, well, the consumers don't have any interest in washed up old radio hosts who sti-i-ill think they're successful."

It's farther than he'd normally go in direct conversation, but the approval ratings for VoxTek's newest phone release has been through the roof and more denizens of Hell than ever are starting to make the switch. If things continue to go well, he's looking at total market domination in the area of technology. It's the only thing keeping his generally all-consuming anger afloat against the Radio Demon; the mania that comes with mass appeal is nigh-unmatched.

[harteatiing]

@boundlss said: ✐ - vox for a randomized one-liner starter ( number 1151 ) // accepting !

❛ If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price. ❜

[passionfell]

— PINNED POST.

welcome to passionfell - a study in being lost and falling from grace. this is a multimuse consisting of original characters based around the homebrew d&d campaigns i participate in. independent, mutuals only, and penned by albatross ( 21, they/them ). blog icon by spiteriisen.

CARRD.

also, find me on ...

@antisatiric - a singlemuse urban fantasy oc. high activity.

@televocation - canon divergent vox from hazbin hotel. temporary hiatus.

@drfeelgreed - a singlefandom multimuse for the baccano! novels. low activity.

[respctlss]

are they more afraid of being alone with themselves or with others? - for loona!

Neither are really preferable. Loona would prefer to not be alone at all ; she's already spent so much of it by herself. However, if she had to pick, the latter is by far worse. it's a lot less painful to be ignorant of how others feel of you, to know your loneliness is a choice. When you're alone around others, though, it's a social rejection of being known -- and it hurts. It's an increasingly mounting pain, until you it crushes you under its weight. She's borne it too many times to think it's better not to be alone at all. If Loona had a life spent entirely in her own solitude, she wouldn't be happy -- but she wouldn't be afraid. Life spent alone with others, though . . . the constant reminder of how little you're wanted would be unbearable.

the tiniest details / @televocation

[harteatiing]

A self-satisfied sense of glee coils like a serpent in the pit of Alastor's chest, stretching his grin wider, showing far too many teeth.

Vox really thought he could simply replace him-- update his life to a newer model and move on? No. It doesn't matter if seven years pass or seventy, they'll always end up right back here, so long as Alastor has any say in things. And, judging by the media overlord's reaction to his goading, it's safe to say that he still does.

The Radio Demon soaks in the distorted gain of Vox's voice as if it's music, eyes gleaming at the first sign of those little visual glitches dancing across his silly flatscreen face. The reminder of his defeat boils under his skin, hotter than any hellfire, but it's soothed by the knowledge that he's digging his way just as deep beneath Vox's. Why, he almost throws his head back to laugh along with his dear old friend-- he certainly wants to !

If this was the game they were going to play today, he's all too happy to participate.

"Hmmm..." Alastor pretends to ponder, his movements flamboyant-- exaggerated-- as he taps a scarlet claw to his lips in a mockery of consideration. "Afraid I'm not taking requests at this time! You've had almost a decade without me; that's rather generous already, don't you think?"

His words are punctuated with proximity; a slow loom further into Vox's space. He can feel the static electricity rolling off his counterpart in waves, yet he remains undaunted-- far too willing to burn if it means he gets to play with the fire.

Stop wasting his time, he says, as if he couldn't simply spirit himself away at any time, more efficiently and expediently than nearly anyone else in Hell.

Oh no, as long as Vox gives him the time, Alastor will waste it to his heart's content.

"Speaking of which, you've been busy. You've got your eyes everywhere now, don't you?"

@harteatiing / continued.

"O-ho!"

The exclamation mixed with a laugh is interrupted by a twitch of his features---a small glitch on the flatscreen. Even at his most composed, he's never been unaffected by Alastor.

"I've been celebrating, alright! Of course, I would have celebrated more if you'd been less of a coward---but hey! Seeing you look that close to pissing yourself was a fine substitute." Vox is already getting worked up, but presentation isn't exactly his main concern right now. An affront to his well-crafted image is much less damning than not meeting Alastor where he stands. "Just one note---next time, you could stand to be a little more considerate and actually die."

The mixture of frustration and enthusiasm is genuine in spite of the fact that Vox would rather keep Alastor alive, the distortion in his voice rearing up in tandem with the smorgasbord of feelings that can't decide which of them is the most important. But Vox can't make that decision, either---he just doesn't bother.

"Either that or stop wasting my time."

Whether or not he upholds the day's schedule is something that remains entirely within Vox's jurisdiction; he'd only have to cut their conversation short. But he hasn't moved an inch.

[sidestriker]

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[drfeelgreed]

Hello! My name is Albatross (21, they/them), and this is a blog for the purpose of writing Baccano! muses! Currently under construction as I slowly make my way through bios. [ MUSE BIOS FINISHED: 22 / 64. ]

Find me on @antisatiric / @televocation / @passionfell !

Relevant Links;

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OPTIONAL PLOTTING SURVEY. ( Essentially a reverse interest checker. You answer a few questions and I approach you with suggestions on which muses it would be best for us to plot with! Intended for people unfamiliar with my writing and the source material. )

[staticgcne]

@televocation called in !! ( significant damage ) cont.

     Vox was nothing if not a liar.  Perhaps less talented now than ever,  given the way his own body liked to betray him.  With Alastor so attuned to audio,  paying such close attention to reverberation,  slight little dips in tone,  the distortion was easy to catch.  Like a fly to honey,  Vox proved to be just as reactive as Alastor wanted,  fueling his opinion that his method of return,  that his own clapping back was beneficial enough.

        ❛  Oh,  I am well - aware,  my old friend!  You were always the adaptive sort,  hm?  ❜    His intial interaction hadn't actually been on purpose,  truly,  not that he was going to admit that to Vox.  His appearance had startled him out of a thoughtful daze,  &&  he had lashed out rather quickly,  only to realise who the victim was.  He had calmly retracted himself as though he had been in control the whole time.  He hadn't done much to him,  but he could certainly pretend.

        ❛  Hm  ...  just for that,  you know,  I think I will stick around!  No more attacks,  since that won't do much,  clearly.  But you've been keeping me in sight so much anyway,  I might as well make it easy for you by being in arm's reach!  Or,  well.  Nearly.  ❜

     He took a short step back,  to be exactly more than an arm's length from Vox.  A smug little grin on his face.

        ❛  Since I have clearly missed so much,  shouldn't you be bragging about all that you've achieved?  Go on,  I am listening.  ❜

[shootingdio]

artfight attacks week 4!!!!! were in the home stretch now baby

characters and owners under the cut!

televoce, owned by @superchaomusou (it wont let me @ them lol)

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lovebug, owned by apolly (not on tumblr)

ririka, owned by SoftCookie (not on tumblr)

nymphie, owned by @chlotriflouride

coral, owned by @paryficama

[radioaf-a]

Now this is entertainment!

And here he was thinking that his afternoon was going to be painfully dull, oh but how the tune changes. Had he planned to step foot into Vox territory to pick a fight? Maybe but seeing how the other was stuttering over his words and was one more fan spin away for hitting the floor well that idea went out the window no it's not fun to be had fighting the other when he knew he could easily win.

"Sightseeing you know you keep saying how much has changed. I thought I’d come see it first hand." The answer that is cheerfully given. Rudy eyes looking the other down head to toe before staying on the other screen. Why a breeze could not the other over and he would be done for. How pathetic.

It seems like the only thing that Vox would be kicking anytime soon is the can. Oh how fun that would be to watch live. Though maybe poke a little fun at the other before the complete shunt down or maybe this could be a good opportunity to get to pick apart the tv head of his.

"Stuttering over your words a little there old pal!! what a mess you are. Someone must have had a rough night didn't they? How about instead of trying to pick a fight you let me assist you in fixing the problem? Hmm? You're no good to me, this is broken Vox." He sweetly offers as his arms and cane come to neatly rest behind his back. “Why I could just kick you in the knee cap and you would come crumbling down.” He still might do just that depending on the answer.

@radioaf / oracle starter call.

Shit!

Alastor is the last person he wants to see right now. The part of Vox's thoughts that run on programs helpfully make a long, long list of people he'd prefer to have come across him in this state of being, and Alastor remains at the very bottom even speaking purely statistically. He isn't an unknown variable, and that's what makes his presence dangerous; Vox knows exactly how much of a danger Alastor could be to him.

"What the fuck are you-u-u-u doing here?" Vox asks, keeping straight posture and open hostility. His speech output chugs and glitches more than usual, and he can feel the expression on his face temporarily shift for a few pixels. "You've got some fucking nerve being in thi-thi-thi-this part of town when I-I'm the one who's running the show over here!"

(It had been Valentino's fault. A rough night had damaged his internal fans and Vox hadn't noticed. His functionality could overheat and shut down at any time; the only thing he can do is maintain a mask of superiority.)

"I mean, seriously, do you wa-a-a-a-ant to get your ass kicked again or something? Believe me, I'd be happy to deliv-iv-iver."

[harteatiing]

💋 - vox :/

free kisses 1/5 // @boundlss

" Don't mind if I do~... "

A twisting amalgam of shadows coil around the media overlord's form like a mass of arms, outstretched and grasping to embrace him-- but also to deny him the opportunity to turn and walk away. Not a true trap-- Vox could escape through any given current of electricity he pleased.

They both know that much as well as they both know he won't.

Tugging upon the threads of that unholy power, Alastor uses the shade to draw their bodies closer together. The thinner the gap between them grows, the more the stretch of his smile eases down into an almost gentle curl of his lips. Once he's deemed their distance acceptable, Alastor pauses-- hovering barely an inch from the luminescent face of his dear old friend, soaking in the moment of tension as if sustained by it.

Scarlet claws trace along the edge of Vox's flatscreen and the Radio Demon sighs in what can only be satisfaction at the feeling of the other sinner's static prickling against his face, his fingertips...

And then Alastor tilts his head and seals the empty space, all but devouring Vox in the kiss. It isn't shy or subdued; he doesn't bother pretending he doesn't want the same thing-- it's a moment built from bone-deep hunger and decades of tangled knots of emotion. Love and hate are both akin to starvation, Alastor has found-- two sides of one coin, just as they are-- and he is famished.

Swallowing the shocks and sparks that pop where their tongues meet, the fearsome Radio Demon allows himself to get lost in the voltage-- in the heat-- in the self-destruction of it all. Where his hands previously ghosted along the frame of Vox's face, they now clutch for purchase at his vest, unwilling to let go-- not yet, not yet.

Alastor only breaks the kiss when he feels one of them tremble against the other-- who it was matters little, neither of them will ever admit to it. He leans back, eyes half lidded and glowing bright enough to rival Vox's screen as his tongue peeks past his lips, tasting the lingering warmth of the two of them intertwined.

Then he winks, breaking the spell, his softened smile splitting wide into that razor-sharp smirk once again.

" Thank you for the meal ! "

[boundlss]

hello !! welcome to my blog !! my name is albatross ( 21, they/them ) and this is my low-priority multifandom multimuse for a variety of series. previously under the url redeulogy.

i'm a private and somewhat selective blog, so please don't get offended if i don't follow you back. that said, i genuinely do love writing and establishing dynamics through rp, so if we are mutuals, please don't be afraid to approach me about things! if you desperately want me to make the first move, i have an interest checker you can fill out!

this blog features a lot of ocs! if you're interested but don't want to scroll through every bio, please see this post for a quick rundown of who's who!

other blogs:

@drfeelgreed - baccano! muses. i heavily encourage you to follow this blog even if you don't know baccano! if you like my writing!

@antisatiric - original character based in urban fantasy. loose inspiration from bungou stray dogs as a replacement for mark twain.

@televocation - canon divergent vox from hazbin hotel.

@passionfell - d&d oc multimuse.

CARRD.

[respctlss]

are they a nap person? if so, how long are their naps? do they set a 20 minute timer and wake up before it? or set no timer and wake up in the middle of the night? - for emily!

Emily does enjoy a good nap, particularly in the sun. However, her naps aren't very long. She doesn't really sleep, as so much bask or lightly doze off. There isn't much opportunity for her to sleep away the day in Heaven ; someone is always trying to grab her attention to attend to seraphim matters or to partake in various Heavenside amusements. As a result, there's no reason for her to set an alarm ( and alarms ruin what good sleep she can ever have. Emily doesn't wake up well to them, and they tend to make her too anxious to fall asleep right away ).

the tiniest details / @televocation