#vel&v

[fluttersheisnolongeractive]

long bacon store

[lucifer-kane]

Emmrich is the type of man who never is seen out of nice/formal clothes so I've been thinking about Rook seeing him for the first time in something more casual and just going

[kleptopunk]

Late night rooftops

[darkmatterrian]

Here's my gift for this year's @cp77nyexchange. Happy holidays, @kleptopunk!

Your V is super cool, I had so much fun drawing them! Enjoy Vel and Viktor having a soft morning in V's bed ;)

[meltovv]

lol I wanted to draw that love potion billboard where we see this horrible duo

[goodmorningbluejay]

Vox is a work-alcoholic

Like it legitimately worries Valentino and Velvet and they're not the type to be worried about others too.

I've had a teensy little headcanon that the reason Vox looks like a TV isn't just because he was a reporter or like worked on TV. It's because that was the last thing he was saw when he died, that was the last thing he saw most days because he died from overworking. He died from hacking his life away for years, staring at a computer for hours and hours without sleep till eventually he just passed out and and woke up in hell.

I feel like at first Velvet and Val wouldn't care tooooo much, like "he's a grown man he can do what he wants, its his funeral not mine" kinda deal. But then they both learn that Vox litreally died from his working himself to death, that this is a problem he's had since the beginning and suddenly they have a protocol.

A step by step guide and schedule made to make sure Vox eats and sleeps and goes out a healthy amount despite Vox's protests.

[voxscientistau66]

Vox, did val not have a talk with you about dressing up so much?

-vel

[vince-linder]

Midnight play

[themosthatedbeingg]

“Oh are talking about jokes I have a new jester who’s sure to be a great hit!!”

[countlessrealities]

@statiicstag from HERE

A voice. Dreamlike, it carries across the room and through the ruin; the words drift to his ears which twitch with acknowledgement. Alastor himself sits slumped against his desk in the mess that remains of his radio tower, a bloody heap.

It would appear that this voice in particular will always be able to snap him into some state of consciousness, even now. How unfortunate.

Crimson eyes creak open, and though his grin widens the emotion he feels is a far cry from joy as he takes in the face in front of him. If this is how and where he expires for good, he would rather do it alone, and not under the watchful eye of . . . someone he does not know how to put a name to. He will blame blood loss on the lack of ability to come up with a proper term.

Radio static crackles around them, permeating his voice in his weakened state and making it rather hard to understand the words that attempt to slip from a mouth that drips blood.

❝ Is that so? You've a rather fine opportunity to do so now, then. ❞ Alastor replies, somehow still having the ability to muster up some cheek as he moves his arms to his sides. The movement exposes the severity of his wound and just how much crimson drips from it, a trail leading from what remains of the door to him.

He's not truly offering himself up. He knows good and well Vox won't take the opportunity. If that were the case, he'd had already done so.

❝ It's rude to keep a man waiting, you know. ❞

Vox scowls at Alastor's comeback. It doesn't surprise him, of course, because the crazy motherfucker always had to be the one on top of the situation...even when he obviously was not. It's annoying as hell, just as the taunting in itself. It almost makes him regret his decision to leave the Tower and risk getting caught in the mess that surrounds what's left of the Hotel. Without even grabbing his jacket.

Why in the seven Rings does he like this guy again?

"I wouldn't call it a 'fine opportunity'. There's no satisfaction in striking down someone who's already dying on their own," the Overlord scoffs, making a show of rolling his eyes even if his rival probably can't see that. "You look like shit and I have more class than that."

Of course, things are much more complicated than that. For as much as he enjoys seeing the Radio Demon getting his ass kicked and reduced to this sort of pitiful mess, he doesn't actually want him to meet his double death. For reasons he'd rather not dwell on.

The static echoes unpleasantly through his speakers as he steps forward, crouching down in front of Alastor to better assess the damage. He can't fully see the wound with the clothes in the way, but it's obvious that it's bad, and the amount of blood the bastard has already lost is all the confirmation he needs.

Vox's eyes dart around, scanning their surroundings. There's no way there could be anything sort of first aid kit in that wreck, assuming that Alastor has something of the sort to start with. Well, shit. He can see only one working option left there.

"But since you don't like to be left waiting, you leave me just one choice..." He starts again, standing up.

His voice trails off, purposefully leaving the other hanging so he can grab him while he's distracted. Under other circumstances, daring something like that would probably get him killed, but he's confidence that the other is too weak for that right now.

"You're paying for my dry cleaner," he announces. properly adjusting his arms around the Radio Demon, one hooked under his legs and the other holding his back. "Blood is a bitch to wash off."

[kleptopunk]

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[randomly--accessed--memories]

I’ve been warming up to the concept of Voxvel recently and God, can you imagine how much that would suck in this verse? Your boyfriend/fuckbuddy/sugar daddy only being able to (occasionally) recognize you as his seven-year-old daughter? That’d be heartbreaking for Vel

[creamecream]

RoyalRadio AU: Vox, Tyrant King of Hell, Husband of Velvette. Vox, Former King of Hell, Ex Husband of Velvette, Rebellion Leader.

[mas-o-kissed]

I like imagining Vox and Val having the kinda dynamic where Val will get pissed off and start shooting at stuff (including Vox) and Vox attempts to placate him by offering to buy him increasingly expensive gifts while hiding behind furniture, until Val hears what he wants and stops shooting. And then they have sex on the bullet hole riddled couch. And this is like a weekly occurrence

[ramblings-of-fessa]

Thinking abt vvcest on valentines day...they'd spend it with each other for sure

[constable]

[[semi-plotted starter for @sixthweyoun

Vel developed slowly. For nearly three years, they existed as a small blob, experiencing the emotions and curiosity any baby did, only imitating anything for a few minutes at a time, and not with much coherence. It took another several years for them to pick up on the notion of language, as a part of telepathic communication. They had been in Odo and Weyoun's care for over a decade when they first made themself a complete humanoid form. There was an extra tail, and a couple missing fingers, but it was very clearly a bipedal form. One based on Vorta if the coloring was any indication. They toddled their way to Weyoun, unused to moving like that, then they took his hand in theirs to express their pride and excitement, closely followed by their hopeful curiosity about his reaction.