#voxxisms

[staticintone]

I was going to write angst tonight.

Instead I got Vox toast.

I mean it’s my own fault since you know I’m the one who—

[helluvaflames]

@voxxisms

"So ya' do listen ta' me when I talk?"

[voxxcd]

@voxxisms replied to your post “"...I'm glad he's dead,"”:

"rude."

"You're walking second hand embarrassment. It's for the best,"

[maykrisms]

❛ i finally fulfilled my dream to become a half - cyborg! it did cost me an arm and a leg, though. ❜

DR. HAYDEN IS DEAD

[gctchell]

"He sure is waffling about, huh?"

[hostradio]

wait.  (  wheeze.  )  wait,  he  has  another  one.  (  wheeze.  )  ❝  i  suppose  you  could  say  poor vox's  evening  has  gone  a-RYE  —  that's  still  hardly  an  excuse  to  be  so  SOUR,  DOUGH! ❞   (  WHEEEZE.  )

[radicheart]

@voxxisms replied to your post “"Well fuck. There went my husband." ( ment....”:

"it happens to the best of us, quite literally."

"You're stupid." He tucks a hand behind Vox's screen and nuzzles it with his nose. "I love you."

[radiomurdeer]

@voxxisms

Something sick in the air. Tension thick, the wavering anticipation that kept people indoors. A general stress wasn't unusual, a wariness as those at the bottom of the food chain tried to avoid notice. Prey were always scared, putting up a tough front as needed but ultimately folding. He didn't care much about them. What interested him more were the others.

The predators were scared. It's good to know that even after his absence, people still had a sense of respect. Enough sense to get out of his way, leaving the busy street barren in his wake. Gratifying, given Hell's turnover due to the angelic hosts. He'd much thought he'd be starting over from scratch. A happy little tune followed him, brassy and loud. If people didn't recognize him visually, the lack of visible sound equipment and choice in music certainly jogged their memories.

From the opposite side of the street was a similar phenomenon in reverse; people moving from one thing towards Alastor, hesitating and then pushing forward or ducking down side alleys. It was enough to drag Alastor's attention to see what all the commotion was. It wasn't often that he was deemed the lesser of two evils.

Alastor had been headed towards Vee tower. His intelligence was seven years out of date, and there was no better way to get himself up to date fast than to see it all for himself. With the added bonus of Vox always being good for a laugh.

The impression of white noise approached; red green blue green blue green red, Big Brother always watching though a million eyes. Something sickly about it, a layer of oil and slime of purgatory coating a cast aside CRT. Alastor didn't recognize the approaching thing as Vox even if it felt vaguely like him. Ears upright and alert, he watched as the crowds parted for the other.

Before he could even react properly there was a spray of bullets into the crowd. Dimly he registered some tearing into him, moving too fast for him to avoid the initial burst. These were just regular bullets though, nothing that could truly damage him, not when his shape was malleable. Naturally he couldn't let such an offense slide even if he weren't the intended target. Antlers became pointed, two points doubling and tripling. Maybe Vox would be more careful with his toys if Alastor took this one from him.

[jizzlords]

now hold on, lemme add. i don't use the app. i use browsing apps on my phone. it's tedious extra steps but it's similar to what I already do.

i use firefox on mobile and exclusively for browsing on ozzie. the add-on is available.

[velvetwarfare]

betty at the ball w @voxxisms be like

[radioaf-a]

little planed starter for @voxxisms <3 is that wedding bells I hear possibly hehe.

Was it a little dramatic to book a day-long meeting to make sure he had Vox's full attention for the day's events he had planned for them with a fake name? Maybe but at least this little trick would surprise the TV overlord.

Humming spontaneously rocking back and forth on your heels as he lets his shadow contra wrap around the other cuddling into the Vox nuzzling just under his screen and sending out a happy little buzzing noise. No he has no plans to help with the other clear confusion just better to let contra have their fun for now as well.

He disappears into the shadows and reappears leaning on the back desk chair.

"As you can tell, someone clearly misses you and your electrifying ways." He greets with a sing-song tone to end.

"Since that TV head of yours is hard wired to respond better to business meetings I figured it was high time I penciled myself into your books. I hope you don't mind darling." Of course he knew Vox didn't mind this silly question in all truth. "Now I do intend to drag you out of the tower kicking and screaming if I must, I have big plans for the day so I hope you have comfortable shoes on."

[staticintone]

“Please do not make bombs out of your own heads…”

These are the two Voxs he fell in love with? Great.

[redpimp]

@voxxisms

"Voxy! Be a dear and share,"

[zestials]

the blood ball / accepting.

@voxxisms sent ── ❝ zestial. ❞ a warm greeting from the media overlord, regarding the other from a respectful distance. his ever expressive display is missing for once, instead an amalgam of magical mist giving an illusion of some sort of head, but his tone is friendly && respectful regardless. ❝ would you be inclined to join me for this dance? i don't believe we've had the pleasure so far for much talking. ❞

out of all the vees , vox was the one zestial didn't mind the most. ( was it the capabilities of simply google searching his particular manner of speaking ? or the way he put on a business façade ? even falsified , it was preferred to the blatant disrespect of his associates. ) overlord meetings were even capable of being semi - productive in his presence !

the sight of him without his usual head does little to deter the spider , in fact , zestial thinks he quite prefers him this way. usual sharp grin appears a bit more genuine in greeting , " vox. " clawed hand's extended to offer his own to lead them out towrads the dance floor full of bustling guests. " i would be most delighted , dost thou know how to waltz ? " a moot point he's sure with such knowledge at one's fingertips but he'd rather ask than assume.

[gctchell]

@voxxisms said: "not you too."

"I'm sorry, sir. It's really naan of my business, is it?"

[radicheart-a]

W A L L

"No you don't!"

Poof.

( ment. @voxxisms )