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he really puts the MOTH in motherfucker 🖕

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Vox say there upright unmoving for several more moments. Then finally seemed to have a conscious thought. He needed his phone to order food.

Feeling around in doomed vain the bed for his phone. He wouldn’t find it, he hadn’t even brought it into the room with him when they fell asleep. Having been pulled from his own darkness.

He stilled slowly after a moment. Tension growing just slightly as if he were holding back a little tantrum. Then he finally just scooted to the side, and pushed himself off the bed to shuffle out of the room. A bit stiff and clumsy. Still not totally conscious. His sleep pants were a bit twisted and rumpled. And his shirt had disappeared in the nice. Something that happened often when he got hot.

He picked up his phone from somewhere in the other room and presumably distressed immediately by the amount of missed calls immediately, a rather thin quiet groan was pulled from him.

Vox did very slowly shuffle back though. Tapping into his phone to call presumably Valentino back.

Then handed the phone to Alastor with the app open to pick what he wanted to eat.

The call still active on the top bar of the phone, but no call audio.

“What.”

“Morning.”

“What did you call me for.”

“That’s what you called me for? You called me 17 times.”

“I’m not going to be there today.” He said with some palpable tension creeping into his voice.

…

“Just do what we spelled out- …Please just do what we spelled out.”

“I said please you masochistic fuck.”

Vox was scrubbing at his closed eyes with his palms, just standing there. The distress in his voice might not have been obvious to most except definitely Valentino and maybe Alastor. It was subtle. But the words he was saying not so much.

“No- I did hear you. I did listen. I don’t care. Valentino.” Vox’s voice snarled abruptly, hands still on his face.

“I’m texting Velvet.”

That must have gotten a reaction from the other party because Vox rolled his eyes and threw his head back, his arms throwing out wide.

“Too late. Bye.”

Vox ended the call and pulled a cigar out of the box near his dresser. The lit end immediately glowing bright orange as he pulled air from it, and started pacing again. Not nearly as panicked as earlier but not relaxed.

“Did you pick?” Vox said to Alastor finally.

Vox took several moments to come back around, and not in time to appreciate the kisses, but enough to catch the words when they started.

His face was still- and now even more so, buried into Alastor’s chest fluff. And with his flat face, it was hard to tell if he was dozing, awake, or asleep.

But he stirred just slightly, heavily as he tried again to wake himself up.

….

Did Alastor just call him sweetheart??

The way the tendrils of the pet name sunk in deeper into his core with his guard down the way it was. Too half unconscious to keep it at bay- question and badger it until it lost its edge.

Vox felt his face get a bit warm- but with Alastor pressed to it, it was already warm. So it just tacked on a degree or two. He didn’t move yet.

But let out another more intentional and conscious sounding groan.

The sooner they were there. The sooner they could leave.

Unfortunately the glow of the pet name didn’t last, as the realization of leaving behind his proverbial ego incarnate to Valentino and Velvette’s mercy for a few days sweapt right back over him.

Maybe he had time to just- swing by for a quick check. Just a proof of competence. Some tweaks if needed.

Knowing he couldn’t- was also knowing that if he did- it would be days more until they left. All his other preparation would go to waste.

Vox finally heavily pushed himself up and off Alastor’s chest,

Crabby. And he looked it. His eyebrows already pushed down and wrinkled. Murderous even. Possibly the first real morning they had spent together.

“Ordering breakfast..” he said definitively. There was likely a silent question in the statement, but he didn’t clarify. What do you want? Valentino would know as he was used to the demand. Used to the short morning attitude when Vox was arguably set up to be his worst.

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Vox took several moments to come back around, and not in time to appreciate the kisses, but enough to catch the words when they started.

His face was still- and now even more so, buried into Alastor’s chest fluff. And with his flat face, it was hard to tell if he was dozing, awake, or asleep.

But he stirred just slightly, heavily as he tried again to wake himself up.

….

Did Alastor just call him sweetheart??

The way the tendrils of the pet name sunk in deeper into his core with his guard down the way it was. Too half unconscious to keep it at bay- question and badger it until it lost its edge.

Vox felt his face get a bit warm- but with Alastor pressed to it, it was already warm. So it just tacked on a degree or two. He didn’t move yet.

But let out another more intentional and conscious sounding groan.

The sooner they were there. The sooner they could leave.

Unfortunately the glow of the pet name didn’t last, as the realization of leaving behind his proverbial ego incarnate to Valentino and Velvette’s mercy for a few days sweapt right back over him.

Maybe he had time to just- swing by for a quick check. Just a proof of competence. Some tweaks if needed.

Knowing he couldn’t- was also knowing that if he did- it would be days more until they left. All his other preparation would go to waste.

Vox finally heavily pushed himself up and off Alastor’s chest,

Crabby. And he looked it. His eyebrows already pushed down and wrinkled. Murderous even. Possibly the first real morning they had spent together.

“Ordering breakfast..” he said definitively. There was likely a silent question in the statement, but he didn’t clarify. What do you want? Valentino would know as he was used to the demand. Used to the short morning attitude when Vox was arguably set up to be his worst.

Vox seemed to be sliding toward that dozing state again, not nearly as potent as it had been. But his eyes were barely slits of red, and the crt hum grew to be just the most subtle ambience.

When Alastor answered his question about being bit, Vox would have wanted himself to yank his hand away. Less they start this trip off with a bat-to-the-head scenario. But he didn’t.

He was too deep in the trenches of lazy comfort to really digest the question he’d asked or answer he was given. Plus as the slow moving moment passed, and Alastor caressed the hand instead.

Vox’s stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten much last night either. Maybe he was hangry on top of it all.

When his hand was put against the soft head, Vox’s eyes had drifted shut fully. The soft fur did feel good against his palm. His fingers sleepily closed, buried in the hair, gently dragging across the scalp then just sort of holding the loose handful before doing it again and again before they slowly stilled. Vox back to dozing.

His antenna were loose and smooth now- except for the one kink that never seemed to go away.

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Vox seemed to be sliding toward that dozing state again, not nearly as potent as it had been. But his eyes were barely slits of red, and the crt hum grew to be just the most subtle ambience.

When Alastor answered his question about being bit, Vox would have wanted himself to yank his hand away. Less they start this trip off with a bat-to-the-head scenario. But he didn’t.

He was too deep in the trenches of lazy comfort to really digest the question he’d asked or answer he was given. Plus as the slow moving moment passed, and Alastor caressed the hand instead.

Vox’s stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten much last night either. Maybe he was hangry on top of it all.

When his hand was put against the soft head, Vox’s eyes had drifted shut fully. The soft fur did feel good against his palm. His fingers sleepily closed, buried in the hair, gently dragging across the scalp then just sort of holding the loose handful before doing it again and again before they slowly stilled. Vox back to dozing.

His antenna were loose and smooth now- except for the one kink that never seemed to go away.

The shuffle of snuggling moving to be a bit lower was shockingly equally as comfortable. In trying to decipher what elements he liked best about this new arrangement, he definitely started to doze off again.

When Alastor lifted his hand, he seemed to be more asleep than awake yet again. The muscles were dead weight, and let the deer manipulate the limb freely.

As well as nibble on it. His claws were maybe the least tactile-inclined area of his body. He had feeling there of course- but the crystalline glass-like caps that were his fingers left the touch a muted feeling. So he definitely didn’t stir when the deer brought them to his mouth. Teeth meeting claws made little tinktinktink noises.

After another minute Vox drifted toward awareness again but didn’t comment or notice enough to do so.

He didn’t have many opportunities to start his morning off slow, this was a novel feeling.

“…mmmm..” he hummed just as sleepily and heavily as before.

Then he noticed. His eyebrows digitally pressed downward confused and lightly, groggily, attempted to lift his hand away from Alastor’s mouth. Any amount of resistance would likely keep it there though.

“What are you doing..?” He hummed flattly. Sleepy.

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commission for libert1e ! !

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The shuffle of snuggling moving to be a bit lower was shockingly equally as comfortable. In trying to decipher what elements he liked best about this new arrangement, he definitely started to doze off again.

When Alastor lifted his hand, he seemed to be more asleep than awake yet again. The muscles were dead weight, and let the deer manipulate the limb freely.

As well as nibble on it. His claws were maybe the least tactile-inclined area of his body. He had feeling there of course- but the crystalline glass-like caps that were his fingers left the touch a muted feeling. So he definitely didn’t stir when the deer brought them to his mouth. Teeth meeting claws made little tinktinktink noises.

After another minute Vox drifted toward awareness again but didn’t comment or notice enough to do so.

He didn’t have many opportunities to start his morning off slow, this was a novel feeling.

“…mmmm..” he hummed just as sleepily and heavily as before.

Then he noticed. His eyebrows digitally pressed downward confused and lightly, groggily, attempted to lift his hand away from Alastor’s mouth. Any amount of resistance would likely keep it there though.

“What are you doing..?” He hummed flattly. Sleepy.

The lingering and drifting touches had dragged him out and then soothed him right back into a dozing state that honestly seemed more peaceful than his actual sleep. Awake to appreciate the touches and maybe take some amount of comfort from them.. his antenna relaxed more and more.

But the breathy exhaled groan that came from him when Alastor spoke made it sound like he hadn’t slept in centuries. It was barely projected from his speakers, much more of a byproduct rather than intentional, but heavy.

When the tv finally pushed himself to get up— he failed. Moving to lift himself, but giving up as soon as his muscles did any any amount of work.

Fuck he would have to put some serious effort into at least not being as bitter as mornings usually made him. And more so without his routines.

He didn’t try again. Maybe taking Alastor’s advice. And just waiting. He definitely was not ready.

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The lingering and drifting touches had dragged him out and then soothed him right back into a dozing state that honestly seemed more peaceful than his actual sleep. Awake to appreciate the touches and maybe take some amount of comfort from them.. his antenna relaxed more and more.

But the breathy exhaled groan that came from him when Alastor spoke made it sound like he hadn’t slept in centuries. It was barely projected from his speakers, much more of a byproduct rather than intentional, but heavy.

When the tv finally pushed himself to get up— he failed. Moving to lift himself, but giving up as soon as his muscles did any any amount of work.

Fuck he would have to put some serious effort into at least not being as bitter as mornings usually made him. And more so without his routines.

He didn’t try again. Maybe taking Alastor’s advice. And just waiting. He definitely was not ready.

Vox laid there and slept heavily, but not entirely peacefully. He didn’t wake up, but his antenna gave away whatever dreamland distress he was in.

He had known the dreams wouldn’t be peaceful. But he set himself up for that. It was his own fault.

The muscles here and there twitched lightly, responding to whatever dream stimulus he had to fight off.

When morning finally came around, Vox didn’t sleep late. But he never did.

His muscles gave a gentle lurch as he woke up but he didn’t budge much after it.

Exhaustion seemed to flood back over him as if he hadn’t slept at all. Keeping his face down on Alastor’s chest fur, he sort of teetered on the edge of dozing similar to how the deer had spent the night. Aware, but only just so.

Some part of him started dreading this trip. His routine was fucked. He wasn’t going to be there for the entire day- and several days after.

Thankfully even if the sleep hadn’t been particularly restful- it at least gave his nerves the stability needed to not spiral.

Fuck he would have to make his own coffee. Alastor wouldn’t make it right. He needed it to be right for this. He couldn’t be as much of a neurotic mess as it felt like he was about to be. Leaving his safe and secure environment for the first time after some hundred years. Routine flushed down the drain.

His confidence that he left whatever chronic mental hang ups behind buried in his coffin was starting to wane.

It was just a few days. He could handle it. He was fucking Vox.

“…mmmmnnn…” he groaned on a long drawn out exhale

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whatever *starts making out in front of u*

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Nothing polished, but a little scene I loved in a rp with a friend that I wanted to draw

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AND I LOVE IT TY BB

Sorry I haven’t been here much today, I had a full blown autism moment and built a giant fucking Snoopy in Minecraft for my fucking partner @videokilled because I’m a SIMP.

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Vox laid there and slept heavily, but not entirely peacefully. He didn’t wake up, but his antenna gave away whatever dreamland distress he was in.

He had known the dreams wouldn’t be peaceful. But he set himself up for that. It was his own fault.

The muscles here and there twitched lightly, responding to whatever dream stimulus he had to fight off.

When morning finally came around, Vox didn’t sleep late. But he never did.

His muscles gave a gentle lurch as he woke up but he didn’t budge much after it.

Exhaustion seemed to flood back over him as if he hadn’t slept at all. Keeping his face down on Alastor’s chest fur, he sort of teetered on the edge of dozing similar to how the deer had spent the night. Aware, but only just so.

Some part of him started dreading this trip. His routine was fucked. He wasn’t going to be there for the entire day- and several days after.

Thankfully even if the sleep hadn’t been particularly restful- it at least gave his nerves the stability needed to not spiral.

Fuck he would have to make his own coffee. Alastor wouldn’t make it right. He needed it to be right for this. He couldn’t be as much of a neurotic mess as it felt like he was about to be. Leaving his safe and secure environment for the first time after some hundred years. Routine flushed down the drain.

His confidence that he left whatever chronic mental hang ups behind buried in his coffin was starting to wane.

It was just a few days. He could handle it. He was fucking Vox.

“…mmmmnnn…” he groaned on a long drawn out exhale

Vox laid there. Cozy. He didn’t want to move. The brief readjust did wake him up just enough to appreciate the new closeness. And the soft fur against his screen, with his arms looped under the deer’s back.

He hadn’t given it a second thought to readjust this way. But he wouldn’t say why out loud. They definitely had seldom and far between moments like this- if any at all on the record.

Before he could wake himself more, Alastor’s hand moved to lightly trace over the back casing of his head. The last bit of awakeness and awareness he had immediately could be felt drifting apart.

He wasn’t really that easy now was he?? To put asleep??

Vox stirred a bit here and there, just fighting the pull of being put to sleep like a child. He was sure he wouldn’t have good dreams with all his intake just maybe half hour before.. but resisting it felt harder.

Vox did lurch a bit a few minutes in, getting that weird falling sensation. Inhaling sharply, and one of the antenna bumping Alastor in the cheek. His very groggy and unfocused red and cyan eyes met Alastor’s heavily just for a moment, before settling back down on his chest and re-snuggling his arms under the other to keep him close.

He had said he was cold. It was just consideration that’s all.

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Vox laid there. Cozy. He didn’t want to move. The brief readjust did wake him up just enough to appreciate the new closeness. And the soft fur against his screen, with his arms looped under the deer’s back.

He hadn’t given it a second thought to readjust this way. But he wouldn’t say why out loud. They definitely had seldom and far between moments like this- if any at all on the record.

Before he could wake himself more, Alastor’s hand moved to lightly trace over the back casing of his head. The last bit of awakeness and awareness he had immediately could be felt drifting apart.

He wasn’t really that easy now was he?? To put asleep??

Vox stirred a bit here and there, just fighting the pull of being put to sleep like a child. He was sure he wouldn’t have good dreams with all his intake just maybe half hour before.. but resisting it felt harder.

Vox did lurch a bit a few minutes in, getting that weird falling sensation. Inhaling sharply, and one of the antenna bumping Alastor in the cheek. His very groggy and unfocused red and cyan eyes met Alastor’s heavily just for a moment, before settling back down on his chest and re-snuggling his arms under the other to keep him close.

He had said he was cold. It was just consideration that’s all.

Vox listened but the space between words along side the gentle touches was doing something to his brain. Like just clipping the trip early, and making him… so sleepy..

Vox was never good at sleeping. Especially after he’d invented his steroid cable that plugged into the back of his head.

The foot bouncing gradually settled into more of just a slow wiggle. His led eyes seemed to struggle to keep the simulated eyelids above his pupils. Lifting and lowering, then lifting again. But seemed incapable of keeping them open.

After a good several more minutes, Vox was nearly entirely asleep, his breathing had deepened and the antenna were very slowly one by one releasing a bend in the metal.

Finally Vox heavily lifted himself just enough and turned onto his hands and knees, to pull Alastor down from his sitting position into a laying position. Then crawled up, and laid his screen face smack down into the partially covered chest fluff.

His arms wriggling their way underneath the deer to better hold him close.

Then sank down releasing tension again, and laid on Al.

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@radioiaci

this fucking scene

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@veelentino

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@radioiaci

Girls are rivalring

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Vox listened but the space between words along side the gentle touches was doing something to his brain. Like just clipping the trip early, and making him… so sleepy..

Vox was never good at sleeping. Especially after he’d invented his steroid cable that plugged into the back of his head.

The foot bouncing gradually settled into more of just a slow wiggle. His led eyes seemed to struggle to keep the simulated eyelids above his pupils. Lifting and lowering, then lifting again. But seemed incapable of keeping them open.

After a good several more minutes, Vox was nearly entirely asleep, his breathing had deepened and the antenna were very slowly one by one releasing a bend in the metal.

Finally Vox heavily lifted himself just enough and turned onto his hands and knees, to pull Alastor down from his sitting position into a laying position. Then crawled up, and laid his screen face smack down into the partially covered chest fluff.

His arms wriggling their way underneath the deer to better hold him close.

Then sank down releasing tension again, and laid on Al.

Only Vox’s skin jumped. And even then, while it kept jumping as if his nerves were suddenly not handling the charge he held in them well— his mannerisms seemed to settle slightly. The bouncing didn’t stop, but his expression stilled easier. And it seemed easier for him to pick a spot on the wall and stare at it as he listened.

“Oh.. I do remember you mentioning that… mm…”

Vox swallowed dryly, the drugs making his mouth feel worse, but he was used to it. For a shark crossed demon- he seemed chronically viciously dehydrated constantly.

“You don’t even know if the house is still standing..? Must have been an item of pretty insane value to make a deal with my cameras.”

The touching seemed to be doing a good job because his voice at least sounded less pressurized. And one bend in his antenna gave a little twitch as it released a kink in the bend of the metal.