#voxuli rp

[angie-long-legs]

starter for @voxuli

Fizzle. Pop.

Thunk.

This particular combination of sounds coming from the conference room was certainly unusual enough to intrigue Angel, who had been idly passing by on his way from the studio.

As usual, he should have stayed curious.

Upon entering the expansive room, the spider was greeted by nothing and no one: the noises had appeared to come from somewhere entirely empty. That was until the presence of a shark gliding in his peripheral, a resident of the aquarium that encircled the entire room, drew his vision to a shadowed heap within the confines of the glass barrier.

A heap that appeared to sport a television-shaped head.

The CEO of VoxTek, Angel's not-quite-boss, was lying, limp and listless, at the bottom of his own shark tank.

That fucking idiot; was Angel's first thought. He's fucking drowned.

His second thought was only somewhat more coherent: what the fuck was he supposed to do? Val and Velvette were on a business trip that landed them on the other side of the Pentagram, leaving Vox to hold down the fort (and Travis, the idiot, to direct at the studio), so there was no hope of a fellow Vee rescuing him from his watery prison. Angel couldn't leave him there - not least because it would prick his conscience, but also in the knowledge that the cameras that guarded every inch of Vee Tower would collect video evidence of his disregard. Video evidence that would no doubt make it back to the absent Overlords; and, when he regenerated, Vox himself.

With a silent groan, Angel brought a hand to his face in sheer annoyance. He was going to have to drag him out.

Of very literal shark-infested water.

If the Overlord hadn't been as dead as it was possible for a sinner to be without angelic weaponry entering the picture, his nifty powers of teleportation would have really come in handy right about now: there was no way Angel was about to dive into a shark tank to rescue someone he tolerated at best. As he made his way to the elevator, pressing the button for the floor above, he hoped to god that fate wasn't setting him up to be lunch for his boss's preposterous pet.

Thankfully, his ponderings regarding his role as potential shark bait were cut short, a far simpler solution presenting itself as Angel entered the room directly above the conference room, in which the open top of the tank was accessible. A moderately-sized podium that Vox presumably used to lower food into the shark's habitat lay flat against the floor of the aquarium, and, somewhat fittingly, Vox himself appeared to have sunk directly onto it's surface - a high-voltage snack to his exotic pets, should they choose to indulge. Fortunately, they seemed to be entirely uninterested in their doting owner's lifeless corpse, most likely on account of his mechanical viscera. How much of Vox was organic matter and how much was technology eluded Angel, but when it came to the sharks, he strongly suspected that wires and circuit boards were not their preferred diet.

The podium operated from a small control panel beside it's access point, and, fortunately for the Media Demon, it's workings were simple enough for Angel to figure out. Like some topsy-turvy mockery of an arcade claw machine, the actor used the panel's joystick to slowly raise the podium to the water's surface, hoisting the CEO's ragdoll body in tow like a novelty prize.

Now came the task of hauling his unwanted award from the podium to... where exactly did Angel plan on taking him? Dragging the drenched form of the Overlord out of the water was a start, at least, even if his body was slack and his screen was blank. The spider rolled the unconscious Vox over so that he lay face-up on the floor.

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Would he just regenerate on his own? How long would it take? He couldn't just leave him there.

That was when a truly zany idea crossed Angel's mind. Weren't you supposed to put waterlogged technology in rice? He was sure Cherri had told him to do that last time Val threw his phone into his pool, and... well it wasn't like he had anything else to try.

Between leaving the demon to regenerate on the cold floor surrounding the shark tank and dunking him in a rice like a child in a ball pool... the weirder of the two options sounded at least more productive. It had to do something, right? Otherwise, why would people do it?

Using Vox's ridiculous supervillain computer set-up to order rice, of all things, was stupidly easy now that Vox was offline. For someone so security-conscious, Angel would have thought he'd have some form of backup should he become incapacitated like this. But here the porn star was, using the man's bank account to buy thirty-five gallons worth of rice, under which he intended to submerge the poor bastard in the hopes of reviving him quicker.

Lugging his body from the entertainment section of the tower and up to Vox's personal quarters was a far more taxing endeavour. The man was lucky Angel was stronger than he looked, that was for sure. Tipping packet after packet of rice into Vox's en-suite bathtub was also laborious and time consuming, leading Angel to question multiple times throughout the duration of this process why exactly he was doing this.

By the time Angel had actually filled the bath to the brim, the only task that remained was to manoeuvre Vox himself into the tub of grains. Gingerly, Angel slung the other demon's arm around his shoulders, hoisting him upright before unceremoniously shoving him sideways so that he toppled face-first to his carbo-loaded fate.

That would do.

Exhausted by the whole ordeal, Angel collapsed at the side of the bath, grains of rice sticking to his damp skin and hair.

All that was left to do was wait.

[top-shelf-tender]

@voxuli {{Continued}}

Slumping in the chair, Husk quirked a brow and watched Vox set up his musical education. This was really nothing new for the bartender - after all, he'd listened to (and fawned over) Alastor's special interest in audio art for decades. He supposed he could survive one more impromptu album binge.

[top-shelf-tender]

Husk just narrowly avoided the spray by flying up high, laughing at how worked up Vox was getting.

“What? You should be happy. Maybe now Al will find you useful.”

“Finally, a place for all that shit you talk,” Husk folded his arms and smirked.

"Shutthefuckup!" Turns the bidet on Husk—

[staticintone]

꧂ 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙸𝚁: 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎

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An independent && selective RP blog for Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. Penned by River—31 years old && 13 years experience. Canon divergent && 21+ only. Multipara && one-liner accepted. Multiverse && OC friendly—no exclusives.

RULES | ABOUT | WISHLIST

Default Verses: Main—the events of canon, mixed with headcanons && backstory created by me. Human—anything that takes place during his life from 1898 to 1937. RAM—where he plays mad scientist with old friends && family: concept by @randomly--accessed--memories. Duplicates—if for any reason the multiverse collapses && he meets someone he otherwise shouldn't. RAM Duplicates—a multiverse collapse where Frankenstein searches for new caterpillars to transform. Character Specific—if we, as partners, create a verse that's all our own, they will have specific tags.

Affliates: voxxisms—over eighty years of knowing his voice, forty years of living together && thirty-two years of growing apart. hcllishqueen—a casual meeting led to some unforeseen consequences. huskker—first hint at connection, first real friend && first true betrayal. vyrrus—aware of each other but pay no heed unless forced.

Mains (And Default Basis for Verse): siempreminta (main), voxuli (main && character specific), rradiio (duplicates && RAM duplicates), televisionrotsyourbrain (RAM && RAM duplicates), electriccapitalist (RAM duplicates && main), hazbinned (main, RAM, RAM duplicates && character specific)

Important Things: Random Headcanons—1 Shipping Headcanons—1 Family Headcanons—1 RAM Headcanons—1 2 3 4

Sideblogs: @viraldollhouse @oculosadvocum

[demonsdealings]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Vox x Velvette, Husk x Angel, and I don’t have particular OTPs for Val or Alastor.

On the blog? I would say radioaf’s Alastor and my Vox have me on chokehold.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I’m pretty selective with AUs, but once I’m hooked… I am hooked. Otherwise, I like to explore variety. I want to grab our muses and drag them into the depths of all parts of their mentalities. Any genre that allows me to understand the intricacies of our portrayals more.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I just follow common sense rules. Age gaps are a matter of perspective, and my only general rule is I do not ship minors x adults.

are you selective when shipping?

Yes. I am someone who puts a lot of time into ships, so I can be selective about writing chemistry and dynamics. I know I will put a lot of effort in, so I want to make sure it is something that clicks well.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Usually if it feels like it would be in a Sinday meme, that is where the line falls.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

See my Ship Bias List.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

Nah. Asking feels kind of formal. I like to just wing it unless we are trying to plot something. I fully support one-sided dynamics too, so there’s no need to worry about forceshipping or anything imo.

how often do you like to ship?

Hmmmm. I enjoy shipping when there are a variety of dynamics or if the ships have a lot of nuance, but I can get burnt out on fluff pretty fast. Hence, why I write Sinners. I enjoy shipping for sure, but it's not the focus of my writing.

are you multiship?

Ye ye, but I can be selective about shipping with multiple iterations of the same character. My muses are largely portrayal-focused.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Somewhere in between depending on the day.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I don't think I really have one 🤔 I mean conceptually?? I really like Verosika and the Vees.

finally, how does one ship with you?

I really wanted to write "Fuck around and find out," but I recognize that is largely unhelpful haha. Send me memes or tag me in things. I am very approachable! I am a pretty insecure writer though, so I kind of assume people are more interested in other partners or ships. But if something clicks with you, just lemme know. I'm usually pretty happy to indulge with folks!

tagged by: @museguided tagging: @radioaf @voxuli @poisonedspider @hazbintales @protectivemuses

[sabers-and-other-ocs]

SHIPPING INFO

tagged by @voxuli

answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Hm I don't really have any OTPs for my muses and some are verse dependent such as Violet and chaos in their Owl House verse though they aren't very chaotic (ironically) in their Hellverse at this time, I guess Crow and Storm are but they're written that way and both are also capable of poly

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I prefer building up relationships as far as romantic/sexual shipping goes, I'm all for plotting it out ooc but prefer to have at least some interaction basis, at present I prefer using fade to black when it comes to sex. I also don't do huge age gaps or incest but otherwise I'm willing to try a lot of different types of shipping and relationships/interactions whether they lead to romance or not

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Verse and muse depending I don't really do large age gaps, with Hell verses it is different that is where it becomes more experience related but for other verses i stick around 10 years as my preferred high end of an age gap until they're at least 35 then it would be more dependent on how the interactions are and how we as muns want to handle it

are you selective when shipping?

Yes and no, since this blog is all OC's I prefer to at least discuss shipping and how we would go about it ooc but I generally prefer to write chemistry or plot it out. I can be shipping trash, but like to have certain things established often through natural progression

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Mostly when the clothes come off, or at least getting descriptive about it that's about when I use fade to black

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Most ships I have are with Violet, Storm and Crow in their Owl House verse, at the moment I don't have any ships for their Hell verse or any in mind for anyone else as I'm still building up their characters and meeting people, but I'll have my Neon Demon joining the roster soon so maybe they'll end up finding someone?

does one have to ask to ship with you?

In a way yes, though mostly because I am just anxious about shipping, as much as i like doing shipping through chemistry progression i often get overly anxious about if someone actually would want to ship with any of my muses (especially my OC ones) so it really helps me out when someone is straightforward and tells me outright that they are interested in shipping

how often do you like to ship?

I'm generally up for it anytime so long as plot/chemistry is good or interesting (because toxic ships are interesting to explore too) but i love exploring all kinds of relationships so even if romance doesn't get involved i still have fun

are you multiship?

yes

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

if both of us are on board with the ship and we're enjoying the plot/chemistry then i absolutely can get obsessed

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Hm, Huskerdust definitely became one that I fell in love with unexpectedly, my twin loved it from before the show started but I didn't have an opinion until the show began and was just like "okay yeah I get it now" but there are many I have interest in seeing explored further especially some of the rarepairs

finally, how does one ship with you?

Definitely just telling me ooc if you become interested in shipping, otherwise I tend to let things progress naturally to see where it goes

Tagging: anyone and everyone

[top-shelf-tender]

While there was relief in knowing he wasn’t considered an embarrassment to be seen with, Husk looked visibly exasperated at the mention of the comical musical artist.

“If I wanted to listen to some zany guy rant about killin’ birds, I could’ve just stayed with Al,” he rolled his eyes. Of course, the moment Vox gave his command, Husk couldn’t help but feel…compelled. Miffed, and unexpectedly flustered, Husk sank into the nearest chair, resigned to his fate.

{{Wasn’t sure about the first one - would being seen with an ex-Overlord damage his reputation? XD}}

"Being an ex-Overlord isn't a problem; I can handle that. The problem here, old man, is that you tagged the music space but not Tom Lehrer, and his first album was out well over a decade before you showed up in Hell! Now sit down, we're starting with Songs by Tom Lehrer."

[angie-long-legs]

SHIPPING INFO

tagged by @voxuli !!

answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

huskerdust <3 I am UNWELL about them

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

most things! fluff and smut are both on the table, and I'm a huuuge sucker for angst. anything I'm not willing to write comes down to personal preference or triggers, but other than that, I'm game for quite a lot.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I mean, the show makes this a tricky question, given that most sinners died a long ass time ago. my portrayal of angel died at 32 but technically has existed for over a century - bro is an old man. I probably wouldn't ship him with anyone younger than their mid-twenties, but Angel's taste definitely favours men who are older than him, anyway. I don't really see a limit to how old of a guy Angel would go for LMAO. he's 109, let him have his old man yaoi moment.

are you selective when shipping?

mmhmmmm. I'm happy to write with the intention of shipping with husks, but for other ships, there HAS to be chemistry. I like to rp non-ship stuff first to see how we mesh and just go from there. angel's an awkward muse because he will flirt, he'll show an interest in most male rp partners because that's his personality, and he'll sleep with anyone he finds attractive. however, I won't write smut unless we already have a good rapport from writing together, and romantic chemistry is definitely a slow burn for him.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

usually when genitalia gets a mention, but also any kink scenario. muses can be not even touching, but if there's anything going on like bondage or a d/s dynamic, I'm considering it nsfw.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

husk is my main man, but I'll ship with virtually any male muse, chemistry-willing. I'm more likely to ship if your muse fits angel's type, which is generally guys who are taller/older/more powerful than he is. this spider likes a rugged bad boy or a big, strong daddy to put him in his place I don't tend to ship with vals, but their dynamic is one of my favourites to write.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

yessss. angel will flirt and make suggestive comments, but that doesn't necessarily equate to shipping. if your muse is interested in angel, that's cool, but if you want angel to return those feelings and build that relationship, that takes some ooc chatting.

how often do you like to ship?

I don't ship as much as I thought I would on here, but I love the ships I have.

are you multiship?

yessssss.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I don't ship with many rp partners, but those I do I am fairly obsessed with!

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

huskerdust <3

finally, how does one ship with you?

just ask me! my answer will usually be the same: sure, let's see where this thing goes! that means I'm happy to keep writing to see if chemistry builds between muses, but of course, that doesn't mean there WILL be chemistry. I like a slow burn, I like plotting, and I love seeing how relationships change and grow even outwith shipping. my favourite thing about rp is seeing how characters develop in relation to eachother, and whether that's romantic, sexual, platonic, or antagonistic, I love it all.

tagging: @top-shelf-tender @hazbinned @sirserpentine @arcanepactguile @booozecat @hellsgreatestfashionista

[top-shelf-tender]

😾

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the electrical surge that drew Husk’s attention, but the fact that the familiar phenomenon was occurring in the last place he expected. The cat’s head swiveled just enough to keep the media Overlord in his sight. As the piercing blue approached, Husk’s pupils shrank, adjusting to the shift in lighting.

“So, the princess emerges from her ivory tower,” the bartender lifted his glass, attention returning to the amber contents. “What, did ya finally get sick of Tweedle Bitch and Tweedle Bitchier?” Husk scoffed, taking a relaxed drink. “Neither, if you must know. You of all people should understand the importance of knowing your competition: I hit up bars all over Pentagram City in my free time to get a feel of what works and what’s shit. Helps give some edge to my own bar.”

A few months ago, Husk would have rather licked Vox’s boots than claim any association with the establishment he’d been forced to serve in. Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the zany collection of misfits who had come to call the hotel home.

“I promised Charlie I was gonna help make her dream a reality - at least, when it comes to running a functional business. Still got no clue about the whole redemption thing, but it’s nice to feel part of something again.” Another sip was drained before Husk lowered the glass with a soft clink against the counter, gaze flicking back to Vox.

“Why’re you even on this side of town, anyway? It’s not like you to avoid the spotlight.”

vox has run into husk at a random bar - starter for @top-shelf-tender!

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Sometimes, Vox likes to sneak away from the tower for an evening.

It's not really sneaking. He knows that better than anyone. After all, he's the only sinner within the boundaries of Pentagram City with a TV for a head, and even if he didn't have a VoxTag inside said TV, it still makes him instantly recognizable. Even if he zaps his way over to a destination, it still only nets him maybe ten minutes max before someone posts a photo to Sinstagram, and then it's just a matter of time before the paparazzi shows up.

(He usually has this down to an accuracy of 10-45 seconds, depending on whether or not someone new has joined the news race.)

If he really wanted to, he could buy a place's silence with enough money and warning. But sometimes... Sometimes he just wants to see what surprises the nightlife will throw at him, and tonight?

Well, tonight has just dealt him a wild card.

He appears in a flash of blue electricity in a frigid little hole in the wall, a place whose primary claim to fame is how goddamn well their air conditioning works, of all things. The people here recognize him, but it's not often that he recognizes them. And yet the short winged silhouette at the bar is unmistakable, even in the dim haze.

He hasn't seen Husk since... hell, probably since his status collapsed, outside of Alastor's company. It's been a long time since the man even crossed his mind for more than a fleeting second or two; even if Vox had liked Husk, by the time Alastor had taken him down, Vox had long since grown numb to the way overlords would stab each other in the back for power.

He steps up to the bar, low blue light from his screen illuminating his approach. "Tired of getting trashed at that stupid hotel?" he wonders, tapping his claws along the bartop. "Or just didn't feel like mixing the drinks yourself tonight?"