ΞＧＯ ／／ ĐɆȺŦĦ

[egokilled]

the silence ， the violence ！   we don't need to 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 ！   your business ， go mind it ！   'cause this ain't  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙹𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈  𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 ！   we say our ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ， we do the ᴛɪᴍᴇ ， we're just like  ｏｎ  ｔｈｅ  ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ ！

indie, more or less canon-compliant + hcs, dash only 𝚅𝙾𝚇, the tv demon, from hazbin hotel, all seasons + post-s2 + human.

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THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK/TRIGGERING THEMES, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO NONCON/DUBCON.

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VARYING KISSES PROMPT

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

PLACES TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver's knuckles.

sender kisses receiver's cheek.

sender kisses receiver's lips.

sender kisses receiver's palm.

sender kisses receiver's temple.

sender kisses receiver's inner thighs.

sender kisses receiver's hair.

sender kisses receiver's shoulder.

sender kisses receiver's neck.

sender kisses receiver's knees.

sender kisses receiver's stomach.

sender kisses receiver's top of head.

sender kisses receiver's chest.

sender kisses receiver's upper back.

sender kisses receiver's foot.

sender kisses receiver's inner wrists.

sender kisses receiver's nose.

sender kisses receiver's forehead.

sender kisses receiver's fingertips.

sender kisses receiver's shoulder blade.

sender kisses receiver's lower back.

sender kisses receiver's outer thighs.

sender kisses receiver's sternum.

sender kisses receiver's collarbone.

sender kisses receiver's earlobe.

sender kisses receiver's forearm.

sender kisses receiver's chin.

REASONS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver to say goodbye.

sender kisses receiver to say hello.

sender kisses receiver to say goodnight.

sender kisses receiver to say good morning.

sender kisses receiver to distract them.

sender kisses receiver to reassure them.

sender kisses receiver to initiate something further.

sender kisses receiver to shut them up.

sender kisses receiver to comfort them.

sender kisses receiver to say i love you.

sender kisses receiver to tease them.

sender kisses receiver to fluster them.

sender kisses receiver to congratulate them.

sender kisses receiver to give into them.

sender kisses receiver to surprise them.

sender kisses receiver to pretend they're in a relationship.

sender kisses receiver to show off for someone else.

sender kisses receiver to wish them luck.

SETTINGS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver at a restaurant.

sender kisses receiver in the kitchen.

sender kisses receiver in a pool.

sender kisses receiver at a cafe.

sender kisses receiver at a party.

sender kisses receiver in the bedroom.

sender kisses receiver in a movie theatre.

sender kisses receiver in a car.

sender kisses receiver at a park.

sender kisses receiver in a club.

sender kisses receiver in an alleyway.

sender kisses receiver on the bus or train.

sender kisses receiver in a closet.

sender kisses receiver in a store isle.

sender kisses receiver in a parking lot.

sender kisses receiver in the woods.

sender kisses receiver at school.

sender kisses receiver at the bar.

sender kisses receiver at the beach.

sender kisses receiver in the ocean.

sender kisses receiver in the garage.

sender kisses receiver at work.

sender kisses receiver on a boat.

sender kisses receiver in a theatre.

sender kisses receiver in a tent.

sender kisses receiver in the bathroom.

sender kisses receiver in a motel suite.

sender kisses receiver in a hotel suite.

sender kisses receiver at a cabin.

sender kisses receiver in an office.

sender kisses receiver in the backyard.

sender kisses receiver on the porch.

sender kisses receiver in a secret or hidden place.

originally posted by a now deactivated account (askboxmemes)

[egokilled]

//i had no idea that the roleplay formatter i've been using broke the color html when copying asks over, so i've been putting black text that doesn't change and therefore becomes illegible if you're using dark mode on my answered asks. please know, i did not and would not do that inaccessible shit on purpose. all of the improperly colored asks have been properly colored again, but please let me know if more shenanigans happen

sarge brought it to my attention, and we both think that tumblr is doing some Fucking Nonsense on the backend that is affecting rpclefairy's rp formatter so aaaaa gdi

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▌  sᴜʙᴛɪᴛʟᴇs  ᴏɴ  ◎  @sweetbitterbitten  ∷  ‷  "That act may fool others, but i ain’t buyin’ what you’re peddlin’.” - mimzy  ‷  ⟿  assorted , accepting .  ▐

Vox realizes that he is at a disadvantage when speaking to Mimzy.  She knew him before, so she is harder to pull one over on, but he is still here, trying.  He has never liked her, but she has more than one thing that he wants at this point.

He smiles at her, and it comes out more shark-like than he intends, some of the business-oriented pleasantries leaking out of him once she poked a hole in his exterior.

“Who says I was trying to fool you?” he says.  “Come on, I know you, Mimz.”  The old nickname comes out of him a little venomous, bitter, something he had started calling her around the same time he shortened Alastor to Al, back when they were all three on regular speaking terms.

He steps closer, leaning down a little, to show her that they were on at least somewhat even footing.  “Other people might think you’re just a bimbo, but I know that’s just something you want them to believe.  I would never insult your intelligence like that.”

[ruumiinlaulaja]

This is the most epic moment ever holy shit

[egokilled]

//the main antagonist from this book i'm gonna finish in the next like 15 minutes is so voxcoded

[limerencs]

[hgecok]

@egokilled

"Satan there is something so sexy about that screen face of yours. You sinners come in all kinds of freaky, sexy, designs. It's like a new adventure everytime,"

[egokilled]

Vox is not usually one to turn down a compliment, unless he views is as particularly half-assed, which he does, in this case.

“Is that really the best you can do?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.  The fact that this guy hasn’t been electrocuted and is being given even half a chance is proof of Vox’s generosity.  “Comparing me to every other basic bitch and dickwad in this joint?  Try again.”

[egokilled]

▌  sᴜʙᴛɪᴛʟᴇs  ᴏɴ  ◎  @trashthrashiing  ∷  ‷  " we're friends now. you can ask me for help. "  ‷  ⟿  getting to know each other , accepting .  ▐

There are no friends in Hell, Vincent!  Alastor’s voice rings in his ears as he looks over his shoulder, down at Scourge, void of all expression.  He would like to believe her, would love to have one more piece of evidence that proves that awful shitfuck, Al, didn’t always know what he was talking about.

But when he opens his mouth to respond to her, the words dribble out slowly, by themselves, through no will of his own.

“There are no friends in Hell, Scourge.  You’d do well to remember that.”

[rotcursed]

She doesn't want to get more comfortable around Vincent than she already has, desperate to keep control of some kind of card she can use as leverage if needed, but she can't deny to herself that he has been less annoying as a whole. He is still very irritating to her, but less so than many of the others. "I'd ask you to keep how you've managed to find me to yourself, but I know it wouldn't matter." If there were as many pieces floating about as she thinks, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

"Some of that may have been exaggeration on my part," A very roundabout way of agreeing with him, as it was. "Although it can extend past religion, can't it? Any sort of following brings in a crowd of that sort." It was just more prevalent in a group that followed anything with a high degree of devotion.

"Oh," Agnes says softly, brows furrowing. Her instincts had, unfortunately, been correct to assume that it was a word that carried a negative connotation. Suppressing the urge to shudder at how accurate it was, she tries to compose herself and pretend it didn't have nearly as much of an effect on her as it did. "Well, it does fit the bill. No shortage of people pushing their limits in that regard, hm?" She allows herself the chance to stare at him for a moment or two longer than normal, unsure if she wants to compare Vincent to those people, given how he is - at least to her - doing something close to identical by seeking her out.

Come to think of it, Agnes does not know how scary the Lightless Flame is to anyone else. Sure, there were members who were more dangerous than others, but with the exception of certain other avatars she can't quite place if they have gone out of their way to cause problems. The same could almost be said about the People's Church, although she knows they have gone out of their way to infiltrate more than a couple larger organizations in their pursuit of snuffing out the sun. "If anything, they go out of their way to avoid dragging me into anything that could even scratch me," Whether or not Vincent knows of the Gertrude incident remains to be seen, and if he does know of it then she won't have to go into the matter. "Do you find them scary?" She is genuinely curious, leaning in to stare at him more intently. "Or any of the others?"

[egokilled]

Agnes is rather clever, and Vincent likes her a lot more than she appears to like him, although he is coming to understand that that is not a high bar to clear.  It’s as admirable as it is frustrating that he finds he can engage her in intellectual, philosophical conversation, but it never goes anywhere.  They can’t really be friends, especially with her knowing Vincent is trying to use her to suit his own ends.  But there is some grudging respect there.

“Yeah, I guess so, but any large enough following can be classified as a religion, so it’s not that different at all,” he says.  “You only need about five people to form a religion.  I remember reading that somewhere.  That’s how the spaghetti monster people got started.  So, really, drawing hard lines between ‘a large group of people who all want roughly the same thing’ and ‘a religion’ is kind of a moot point, isn’t it?”  Becoming the God of Entertainment might seem like a silly goal to some people, but Vincent knows people want it.  And wherever people want anything, you can make a god out of it, or at least an idol, and he intends to ride that to its most logical extreme.

This is not the first time Agnes has asked Vincent to disclose his fear to her, and just like last time, he isn’t going to indulge her.  Even if she doesn’t mean it mean it maliciously, he knows the thing attached to her does, and he is not about to indulge that.  He smiles at her, the snaggle tooth on his right side glinting in the overhead light like a bat fang.  “No.”

But he is—he’s terribly afraid of the Lightless Flame, afraid that he won’t be able to get them to turn away from her and follow him instead, that they’ll kill him for the attempt.  Even without the possibility of death, the high likelihood of rejection and failure is more than enough to set him on edge.

“I mean, I know I should be, realistically, but I guess it just hasn’t crossed my mind.  I haven’t had enough close-up encounters with them to warrant it.”

[dealingmanipulator]

@egokilled  asked:  You  could  have  died  out  there.  You  could  have  died  and  I  would  have  been  the  last  person  to  know.  (//he  doesn't  care  tho  :/  tooooootally  :/  he's  impervious  to  all'a  this  :/  duh  :/  obviously  :/  why  would  he  care???  :/)

– Vox  wasn't  the  last  to  know.  Vox  had  eyes  throughout  the  pentagram,  including  the  street  where  Alastor  had  been  left  shredded  in  ice-melt.  There  were  greater  things  than  sinners  in  hell,  and  some  of  those  things  carried  angelic  weapons  on  them.  The  only  reason  Alastor  wasn't  dead  for  provoking  the  damn  bird  was  that  he  didn't  want  the  blood  spray  on  his  fine  feathers.  He  had  looked  like  a  sinner.  The  way  he  knocked  the  air  out  of  Alastor's  lungs  and  made  him  scream  on  surveillance  proved  otherwise.

The  radio  demon's  eyes  fluttered  open,  scrolled  to  the  side  to  stare  blankly  at  the  media  overlord.  It  was  the  first  time  he  had  seen  Vox  since  the  night  he  had  pushed  him  to  the  very  edge,  pouring  just  the  right  brand  of  fuel  over  his  psyche  so  that  the  whole  thing  would  go  up  in  an  inferno,  unaware  of  just  how  brightly  he  would  burn  or  how  far  that  desperation  of  his  dove  down.  He  tried  to  kill  them  both,  and  yet  had  the  gall  to  care.  Alastor  laughed,  and  the  laugh  bubbled,  pouring  red  through  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  He  tried  to  roll  his  eyes,  but  it  made  his  vision  go  black  for  a  few  moments.  Still,  he  woke  again,  vaguely  aware  that  he  was  on  something  softer  than  concrete.  The  light  above  was  too  bright.

"Awww.  Wh...  what?  S-Saaad  if  you're...  not  the  one  to  do  it?"

His  baby  talk  fell  flat  and  he  knew  it.  It  also  wasn't  fair,  and  he  knew  it.  But  working  on  barely  enough  blood  to  stay  conscious  and  in  such  mind  ripping  pain  that  a  lesser  demon  would  be  sobbing  had  him  working  with  less  of  a  filter  than  he  would  have  preferred.  One  arm  fell  to  the  wayside  to  grab  for  whatever  part  of  Vox  that  he  could  get,  settling  for  gripping  the  front  of  his  shirt.

"Don't...  don't  you  ever  try  that  again.  Don't  you  dare  try  to..."  he  trailed  off,  the  rest  of  his  sentence  escaping  him  along  with  the  air  in  his  lungs.  What  had  he  been  trying  to  say?  Why  had  he  been  trying  to  say  it?  His  eyes  were  open,  but  he  couldn't  see.  Some  synapse  fired,  and  he  swallowed  painfully  to  get  his  horrible  little  ducks  in  a  row.  Just  the  slightest  bit  of  static  distortion  found  its  way  back  into  his  voice.

"You  don't  get  to  die."

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Vox  didn’t  have  the  surveillance  he  used  to.    He  couldn’t  fly  a  drone  over  to  the  hotel  whenever  he  wanted  to  see  what  Alastor  was  getting  up  to.    He  had  been  entirely  locked  out  of  the  Voxtek  systems,  and  those  cameras  he  previously  installed  were  swinging  up  and  down  every  avenue,  looking  for  him  and  falling  short  because  he  knew  where  they  were.

He  couldn’t  blame  Alastor  for  assuming  he  had  been  caught  on  camera,  that  Vox  still  had  those.    He  was  working  on  putting  together  an  old  Voxtek  drone,  removing  it  from  the  network,  putting  it  on  a  personal  one.    But  it  wasn’t  ready  yet,  and  this  had  been  a  simple  case  of  right  place,  right  time.    Or  wrong  place,  right  time.    Or  wrong  place,  wrong  time.    Or  some  combination  thereof.

He  had  been  slinking  through  the  backalleys,  avoiding  being  surveilled  himself,  when  he  saw  Alastor  and  hid,  heart  in  his  throat,  like  a  pussy.    He  wanted  his  revenge  for  the  humiliation,  for  the  way  his  entire  life,  everything  he  had  worked  for,  was  ruined,  came  crashing  down  around  him.    But  he  wasn’t  strong  enough  to  exact  it  yet,  and  he  knew  better  than  to  expect  sympathy  or  respect  from  the  Radio  Demon,  of  all  people,  so  hiding  was  the  next  best  option.    The  only  option.

And  then  he  heard  Al  scream.    And  calm,  retreating  footsteps.    And  he  peeked  out  to  assess  the  situation.

Getting  Al  here,  back  to  the  abandoned  warehouse  he’d  taken  up  as  a  base  of  operations,  had  been  a  fucking  nightmare.    Having  just  finished  his  regeneration,  with  bones  that  hadn’t  quite  caught  up  yet,  Vox  was  currently  going  around  with  a  bum  leg.    And  limping  along  while  dragging  dead  weight—it  was  a  goddamn  miracle  that  Alastor  hadn’t  bled  out  in  his  arms  beforehand.

The  unexpectedly  forceful  pull  on  the  front  of  his  shirt  made  Vox  stumble  forward,  making  his  knee  pop  and  eliciting  a  breathless  swear  at  the  shock  of  pain  that  shot  up  to  his  hip.    He  grabbed  Alastor’s  wrist  but  didn’t  try  too  hard  to  shake  him  off.

“Asshole,”  he  said.    He  elected  not  to  acknowledge  the  baby  talk,  knowing  there  was  no  way  he  could  answer  that  accusation  that  wouldn’t  come  back  around  to  bite  him.

“I’m  not  the  one  dying  right  now.    I’m  not  the  fucking  dickhead  who  doesn’t  recognize  the  flash  of  angelic  steel  when  he  sees  it  and  doesn’t  just  get  the  hell  out  of  dodge.”    Now,  he  did  rattle  Alastor’s  hand  off  his  shirt  and  dropped  it  back  on  the  mattress  like  a  dirty  napkin.    “Goddammit,  Al,  what  were  you  thinking?    Were  you,  even?”

[rotcursed]

Agnes is a tougher nut to crack than most would think, and by some miracle he isn't nearly as annoying to her as Jonah is. Part of that she would attribute to the fact that he hasn't been around as long, his meddling had only recently turned her way. She grunts at his dismissal of worry, figuring that if he was lying to her it would end the same way as the truth. "A bold claim," Is all he gets out of her for the time being.

It would behoove her to agree with Vincent that she has first say, if only to get him off her case for a moment. That couldn't be further from the truth, however, and the risks of him finding that out later and attempting to use it to his advantage didn't balance out nicely in her favor. "You thought wrong." She frowns, thinking on what she does want to say next. Jude would tell him that Agnes should have first say, that she was being generous by allowing Diego to lead in her stead. "My title has little bearing on the activities of the Lightless Flame in any stage." Warning Diego of him was a smart idea, even if that meant she had to make a surprise visit.

Fingers drum on her arm, eyes narrowing as she takes her sweet, sweet time answering Vincent. "No, I suppose not. Some aim low, some aim high," Too high. "And each are steadfast in their beliefs. I'm not about to try and sway you, or anyone else, and so long as we can at least agree on that, perhaps we won't have many issues." He could try all he wants to sway her, but it wouldn't work. Vincent going after the more fringe leaning cult members realistically won't cause an upset in power. Despite what it seemed on the outside, becoming an Avatar did have a curve.

At least, she thinks so. There was too much to sacrifice that the common marked person wouldn't consider unless they were truly desperate.

[egokilled]

It is a bold claim, but Vincent is nothing if not a bold man. He didn’t get as far in the entertainment world as he had by being quiet and sweet and soft. It’s a cutthroat world out here—literally, in many cases—and you just can’t get anywhere if you live your entire life in fear. You have to make fear work for you, and he thinks he has that down.

Thinks.

“Oh, is that right?” he says, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He could Compel her into the truth, but it would be such a waste of energy. He is not getting any traces of falsehood from her. She is remarkably forthright, more than he thought she would be, given that she is one of the few who knows exactly what he is. Of everyone he has talked to before, she would have the most reason to lie to him.

“Well, that seems like a waste, doesn’t it? I mean, if you got more involved, you could get them to do anything you want, even if you don’t like them.” Vincent has worked with plenty of people he doesn’t like for the sake of furthering his own agenda. He views it as one of the necessary evils of life. He mumbles the next bit mostly to himself, “You’ve got a lot of integrity.” For a monster, he almost adds but bites it back.

He knows all about steadfast people. Alastor comes to mind. But it is also Vincent’s entire thing to influence them, to try to help them into the modern age with a steady, guiding hand. “Sure,” he says, trying to keep things amicable between him and Agnes. “You’ve just got to make sure you’re being steadfast about the right things. Some hills aren’t worth dying on.”

[egokilled]

     ▌  @trashthrashiing  〣  ᴄᴏɴᴛ.  ▐

Vox has been called into so many meetings regarding Scourge, and most of the time, he can dismiss them.  But it’s a little different when it’s one of Voxtek’s partners.

He narrows his eyes and says, “And whose territory were you doing that property damage in, exactly?  You know certain sectors of Hell are off-limits to you.”

[egokilled]

     ▌ @more-things-in-heaven-hell 〣 ᴄᴏɴᴛ. ▐

All Ethan could do was stare at the angel for a long moment. The idea that his soul wasn’t corrupt was a laughable one, especially because all he could think about was how badly having a guardian angel would disrupt his usual routine.

No, he did not want to be saved.

“Oh,” he said, smiling queasily, laughing nervously. “I didn’t realize we still got those. I thought it was kind of too late once we got down here.”

He might as well find out for himself what the damage was. “So, then, you can see the state of my soul or something?”

[infernal-feminae]

"They're just trying to be special little snowflakes and have their special little month. Yes! We know you likes dicks or pussies or both. You don't have to keep shoving it in our faces. God, if I knew my ex-husband was one of the gays I wouldn't have even bothered with him at all." Rosemary, for her part, was wearing a very small bisexual scarf around her neck. Barely noticeable and that was how she wanted it.

"Though I suppose you have a point there. If you're going to be a freak just be open about it at this point. You're already in Hell with the rest of the heathens." She could take her own advice. But will she? Of fucking course not. "And don't get me started on all these different flag colors. Like, what the fuck is the difference between a bisexual or a pansexual or whatever they're called? Aren't they basically the same thing???"

[egokilled]

“Your ex-husband, huh? Oh, there’s definitely a story there,” Vox laughed. It explained her general attitudes about Pride Month, and he hoped she would disclose the drama.

“Ah, there’s the ticket. They are! Bisexuality has always included trans people and nonbinary identities because the ‘bi’ in it means ‘my gender’ and ‘not my gender,’ not male and female. But bisexuals have also been conflated with disease, filth, promiscuity, and people can’t be associated with all that. Plus, they want the clout of seeming more inclusive, hence—pansexuality.” She really should not have gotten him started on this subject; he had thoughts, clearly.

But with so many of Hell’s denizens identifying as pan, this could turn into a PR shitshow for him. Not to mention the wrath of Valentino, who had made the Vee Tower look like an explosion of blue, yellow, and pink for the month. He looked shiftily around him, just to make sure he wasn’t about to get hit by someone.

“Ah, but… don’t tell anyone I said that, okay? This conversation stays between us.”

[egokilled]

▌  sᴜʙᴛɪᴛʟᴇs  ᴏɴ  ◎  @antioceas  ∷  ‷  “I’ve been hearing a lot about you.” - Sin  ‷  ⟿  first meeting , accepting .  ▐

What’s this?  A Hellborn?  Speaking to him?  It was a little difficult to get a good read on her facial expression, so he smiled in a neutral-leaning-pleasant way back at her.

“Well, yeah, I would think so,” he said, laughing.  “I’m all over the news and commercials.  And that.”  He points up at a blimp overhead, with all three Vees pasted on its display.  He wasn’t trying to make her feel stupid, just trying to work out where she was going with this.

He did not yet realize exactly who she was.  The Sin of all Sins.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

[egokilled]

▌  sᴜʙᴛɪᴛʟᴇs  ᴏɴ  ◎  @heleerie  ∷  ‷  "you said you were hungry, so i brought you something." - From Alastor! Could maybe be something in their past? Or when Alastor's captured? (imagining hes not just tied to the chair LOL) Or even something in my Voxtek verse. (Whichever you prefer!)  ‷  ⟿  will they, won't they , accepting . ▐

Vox looks up from his monitor, at Alastor’s stupid, grinning face.  That shit-eating expression has always made victory over the man feel a little hollow, although he is not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing that spoken aloud.

The food is simple, innocent-looking, on a tray from the Tower’s cafeteria upstairs.  Alastor can’t leave the Tower, but unless Vox is doing something that demands an audience, he is free to go up and down it all he likes, so long as he doesn’t sabotage anyone’s work.

But even though it’s cafeteria food, Vox realizes that he had not been monitoring Alastor’s trip up there in close detail.  He can always tell vaguely where the guy is, based on which screens of his exhibit the most artifacting, but he had been distracted, hadn’t watched Alastor pick out the meal, seen if he’d done anything to it.

“You know poison won’t kill me,” he reminds venomously.  It could still make him uncomfortable, though, and he can’t afford to be laid up in bed or on the toilet when he is this close to accomplishing his goals.

He flicks a claw up from the tray to Alastor’s yellow teeth.  “You first.”