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@videokilled and I have been watching "Alone", which is a survival show on Hulu where people go out to survive on their own as long as possible this one dude kept killing mice and playing with them in the camera's view and they mentioned that Alastor would probably do the same thing with his victims so u know u get this LMFAO

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some radioapple art i did recently

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Then fight his 7 evil Exes which are just Vox fighting you 7 times

@videokilled rly hit the nail on the head on how to woo Alastor, clearly

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Lucifer for a DTIYS trend over on Bsky!

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Vox had to bring his hand to his chest and feign a cough very quickly to cover his near snort of amusement at the man’s ignorance. This was not poking the bear with a stick- this was poking the bear with your bare hands and then looking away.

The blow to Alastor’s ego was comedy though. Associated as they were… the other’s ego getting a slap always proved to have entertainment value.

“Forgive me- I’m a volunteer from outside the area.. you have me intrigued. Thirty people? Without a gun? How would that even be feasible~? Would you have a picture?”

Vox started to move closer- until he caught a stray side eye after not taking his shoes off..

And THEN… he took them off. Lifting a hand and ducking his head in acquiescence and mild apology.

With the shoes set by Alastor’s. Socks on the floor uncomfortably. Vox moved to stand easily over in the space near ish the alleged ghost of New Orleans that wasn’t ��feasible.’ Not looking at him yet, but amused.

“Well I’m glad you were there to support her in all the ceremony business.. how did hr pass?” he pried.

Vox was busy lethargically moving to take his shoes off… he really didn’t want to.

He could always just stay in the doorway, it might lend to the credibility of not bothering them for long. But Alastor wanted to nose around. Or at least that’s what he had said he wanted to do.

Well then Alastor could take his shoes off first if he so wanted.

‘Noah’ carefully lifted one foot in order to act like he was about ti take his shoes off. And then fiegned adjusting his balance to put his foot back down. But he didn’t need to feign distracted with that little piece of info dropped.

Vox’s attention snapped to meet the man.

“Ghost of a killer?” He paused for a moment thinking how he wanted to approach this.

“Do you believe in ghosts and the like?”

He was not taking off his shoes. ‘Distracted.’ Now. But he was in the doorway still anyway.

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Vox was busy lethargically moving to take his shoes off… he really didn’t want to.

He could always just stay in the doorway, it might lend to the credibility of not bothering them for long. But Alastor wanted to nose around. Or at least that’s what he had said he wanted to do.

Well then Alastor could take his shoes off first if he so wanted.

‘Noah’ carefully lifted one foot in order to act like he was about ti take his shoes off. And then fiegned adjusting his balance to put his foot back down. But he didn’t need to feign distracted with that little piece of info dropped.

Vox’s attention snapped to meet the man.

“Ghost of a killer?” He paused for a moment thinking how he wanted to approach this.

“Do you believe in ghosts and the like?”

He was not taking off his shoes. ‘Distracted.’ Now. But he was in the doorway still anyway.

Vox gave a constructed social que of gratitude to the one named Dion, just shifting posture. Hoping to keep up the good will.

“Thank you Ms Dion.”

That didn’t stop Alastor from being able to read Vox like a book though.

Despite the constructed relief, he tensed slightly when Dion mentioned taking his shoes off. There were children around. This place looked like a well worn hovel.. who knows how gross the floor was.. she said she just mopped..

Vox very gently cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest lightly. Mumbling a late,

“Excuse me..”

He glanced back at Alastor with a pointed brief look like he had better start pulling his weight now that they were inside.

One person doing all the talking was always more suspicious than both.

Plus Vox didn’t care if they looked like they were casing the joint- they wouldn’t do anything crazy with kids around. (surely..) hopefully they were only here for a few minutes anyway.

“Wonderful place you have..” he lied. Starting to take off his shoes carefully anyway.

“How many littles do you have?” Vox added as if he were offering her a chance to brag.

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i readily admit, i have a thing for tying him up

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Having fun

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Hes a pretty princess

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Vox gave a constructed social que of gratitude to the one named Dion, just shifting posture. Hoping to keep up the good will.

“Thank you Ms Dion.”

That didn’t stop Alastor from being able to read Vox like a book though.

Despite the constructed relief, he tensed slightly when Dion mentioned taking his shoes off. There were children around. This place looked like a well worn hovel.. who knows how gross the floor was.. she said she just mopped..

Vox very gently cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest lightly. Mumbling a late,

“Excuse me..”

He glanced back at Alastor with a pointed brief look like he had better start pulling his weight now that they were inside.

One person doing all the talking was always more suspicious than both.

Plus Vox didn’t care if they looked like they were casing the joint- they wouldn’t do anything crazy with kids around. (surely..) hopefully they were only here for a few minutes anyway.

“Wonderful place you have..” he lied. Starting to take off his shoes carefully anyway.

“How many littles do you have?” Vox added as if he were offering her a chance to brag.

“-Ah ha…” Vox exhaled. Like he had inhaled a his prepared act- but then exhaled a poor attempt at holding his tongue when the crumb in front of him chose the worst topic to even indirectly dismiss. Ego immediately scathed.

The tension was present immediately, the kind that made someone randomly uneasy if unidentified. Alastor would know well enough what the roiling air thrum meant. At least Vox was good at what he did and didn’t instantly crack under bait when there was a bit to uphold.

Not immediately..

“No no- goodness no.” He said easily, loosely swatting the air.

“Do I look like the type to be a salesman? I couldn’t do math if it was to save my life, you know?” He jested easily with a very gentle air of just the right amount of his own put-on irritation that they could both direct at the scourge of the dreaded ‘door salesman’.

Togetherness. Connection points. He would find them anywhere.

His voice mannerisms changed on a dime as well. Like he had chosen them in that moment to imitate hers. Not the accent, just the same amount of wit to convo ratio. People loved to see themselves in others.

Vox looked at the child too, carefully taking in the adults reaction to the child as well. Overwhelmed. She probably had a million things to do- or at least on the mind.

“I’m Noah this is Liam.” Vox said, gesturing gently. Doing a polite little head nod as well. All the house manners of a well raised man.

“We’re from a non profit organization a bit north of here. We gather funding a few times a year, and then we spread out to find homes to receive… sort of a wishlist.. of their choosing. It’s not a large gift by any means.. but…” Vox did a very specific gesture of shyness maybe. Sheepishness. It looked so out of place on the brazen loud man who shot people for a thrill.. but he did it with a very easy sway. Then gave an equally sheepish puff of a laugh.

“Would you mind if we stepped in? I would hate to bluster in the hall…”

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He did ask for forgiveness 🙏🏽🖤

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My piece for itsgivingdemon's zine! They asked for Nun Alastor and I was more than happy to provide~

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“-Ah ha…” Vox exhaled. Like he had inhaled a his prepared act- but then exhaled a poor attempt at holding his tongue when the crumb in front of him chose the worst topic to even indirectly dismiss. Ego immediately scathed.

The tension was present immediately, the kind that made someone randomly uneasy if unidentified. Alastor would know well enough what the roiling air thrum meant. At least Vox was good at what he did and didn’t instantly crack under bait when there was a bit to uphold.

Not immediately..

“No no- goodness no.” He said easily, loosely swatting the air.

“Do I look like the type to be a salesman? I couldn’t do math if it was to save my life, you know?” He jested easily with a very gentle air of just the right amount of his own put-on irritation that they could both direct at the scourge of the dreaded ‘door salesman’.

Togetherness. Connection points. He would find them anywhere.

His voice mannerisms changed on a dime as well. Like he had chosen them in that moment to imitate hers. Not the accent, just the same amount of wit to convo ratio. People loved to see themselves in others.

Vox looked at the child too, carefully taking in the adults reaction to the child as well. Overwhelmed. She probably had a million things to do- or at least on the mind.

“I’m Noah this is Liam.” Vox said, gesturing gently. Doing a polite little head nod as well. All the house manners of a well raised man.

“We’re from a non profit organization a bit north of here. We gather funding a few times a year, and then we spread out to find homes to receive… sort of a wishlist.. of their choosing. It’s not a large gift by any means.. but…” Vox did a very specific gesture of shyness maybe. Sheepishness. It looked so out of place on the brazen loud man who shot people for a thrill.. but he did it with a very easy sway. Then gave an equally sheepish puff of a laugh.

“Would you mind if we stepped in? I would hate to bluster in the hall…”

Vox trailed behind Alastor just a step or two. For no reason at all, suddenly he was struck by the oddness of being here. A Deja vu moment perhaps. Recognizing a street? Surely not.. he hadn’t travelled down this way much while alive.

His stare lingered on a road that travelled towards a much more gentrified looking street of houses. Modernized- but not by loving patrons. Cookie cutter remodeling almost. It stirred some memory of his own- or it least it tried too. It was no lightbulb moment, much more like stirring setting concrete.

Interested though, Vox prodded the thoughts deeper— his childhood didn’t come with many experience type memories. This felt like…

He bumped into Alastor gently when he stopped. Blinking back to the context of the words. His own weird feeling gone. Even as he glanced to his companion and righted himself, and spared a fleeting glance back toward the house.

The memory hovering was gone.

Vox cleared his throat quietly, taking the lead as Alastor stopped. Seeing no real reason to linger. Anxiety festered in pauses.

“This one?” He clarified as he moved to approach it. Both hands went up and smoothed his hair back- apart from the one red colicky swoop that bounced right back to the front. Halfway up the house path though he paused and looked back.

“Wait so there’s a third??”

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Vox trailed behind Alastor just a step or two. For no reason at all, suddenly he was struck by the oddness of being here. A Deja vu moment perhaps. Recognizing a street? Surely not.. he hadn’t travelled down this way much while alive.

His stare lingered on a road that travelled towards a much more gentrified looking street of houses. Modernized- but not by loving patrons. Cookie cutter remodeling almost. It stirred some memory of his own- or it least it tried too. It was no lightbulb moment, much more like stirring setting concrete.

Interested though, Vox prodded the thoughts deeper— his childhood didn’t come with many experience type memories. This felt like…

He bumped into Alastor gently when he stopped. Blinking back to the context of the words. His own weird feeling gone. Even as he glanced to his companion and righted himself, and spared a fleeting glance back toward the house.

The memory hovering was gone.

Vox cleared his throat quietly, taking the lead as Alastor stopped. Seeing no real reason to linger. Anxiety festered in pauses.

“This one?” He clarified as he moved to approach it. Both hands went up and smoothed his hair back- apart from the one red colicky swoop that bounced right back to the front. Halfway up the house path though he paused and looked back.

“Wait so there’s a third??”

Vox was looking around similarly- but for very different reasons. Profiling. Watching families with too many kids and those with none- but dead soulless eyes. No suits or briefcases to be found.

“I think you underestimate yourself.” Vox said easily and without thought.

Forever the judgmental sort, Vox gave a hum under his breath and picked up his pace to at least stay closer to the other. Briefly he had an urge to reach forward and slap the others ass… it looked good in the lighting.

But to be seen doing such a thing- was not something he had wrestled with yet. Especially in front of those he judged so harshly. And it had nothing to do with his own privacy.

Vox cleared his throat quietly and moved his hands to be pinned behind his own hips as they walked. Increasing his pace again with the other- not looking for the lead really. He would allow the other to pull whatever bloodhound routine he needed too. Vox just didn’t want to appear to be a straggler.

“Your mother brought you to this area after you painted the living room?” He turned to watch some unsupervised children run out into the empty street. It wasn’t all that busy but from where Vox was from it would have been instant street meat.