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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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♪♪And I don't need gods forgiveness; I need yours!♪♪
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Just a bunch of stuff
Staticsilence is so tasty…… imagine a s3 where Vox moves on, he has hit rock bottom and he finally realizes that in order to get better he has to let go of his obsession with Alastor……. except that no one told ALASTOR this is over. Excuse me, where is his 70 year standing reliable source of entertainment? Sure, their last exchange has been a bit more intense than the others, but surely Vox wouldn’t just chicken out like that, would he?
Vox doesn’t respond to his public taunts, he doesn’t materialize as soon as he calls him. Alastor reasons that’s to be expected, after all Vox just lost his entire body and it will take a while for him to get strong enough to fight him again, he should at least save face if that’s all he has left! But don’t his walks feel a little more dull now that he doesn’t have any prying cameras to jam with his radio waves? Vox doesn’t need a body for that, but they have stopped following him all the same. Sure, slaughtering the more daring sinner who forgets to hide when they see him is still fun, but not really a challenge.
Hatred has always been a very easy emotion to draw from, but now when he thinks of Vox there’s also a sort of malaise spoiling the whole ordeal. He wouldn’t call it sadness per se, more like a… feeling of disappointment. That Vox would actually desert their decades long game because of one (albeit wondrous, extravagant and hilarious!) fiasco. He had never pinpointed Vox as a sore loser.
Rather, he had, but wasn’t that half the fun?
Undoubtedly he has better things to do than worry about some walking HR violation he sometimes found mildly entertaining, he is free for the first time in almost a century and he has enough power to subdue the whole of hell at his fingertips. He focuses on that, starts to set his plans into motion… except that for some reason the thought of Vox pesters him like a mosquito you just can’t squash. It distracts him, and that’s not good. Not when he’s so close to winning.
So he just sits with it; this buzzing in his ears. Something he doesn’t quite understand has clawed its way up from the depths of his gut, like a not-quite-dead dinner, except this thing is new, or not new but only now revealed, still covered in dust and grime from its hiding place somewhere in Alastor’s subconscious. He doesn’t know what to do with it, this poisonous thing made of bile and teeth that somehow carries the phantom smell of whiskey and cigarettes.
And maybe eventually he will realize that thing is love, or what is left of it, and that it has been there, traitorously getting its fingerprints over his smiles and his memories all the way back to seventy years ago. Curious how what comes so easily to others festers and rots inside of Alastor, but after all, that’s a tale as old as time.
Vox has gotten out, gotten better. Hell, he might even get redeemed if he continues like that. Alastor should have known they were never the same.
He looks at what he is left with, its black, sticky ink staining his rugs, and he feels a little growl in his stomach.
He thinks he will eat his heart out.
staticscilence moment
It sickens me to me core how VOX, out of all demons in Hell, is the one who gets the "there are no friends in hell, vincent!" from Alastor. Not husk, not charlie, vox. Like buddy?? Thats your best friend in the whole wide world? The guy you've been attached at the hip to since you met him? Basically the only person you're ever shown enjoying the company of for extended periods of time? The guy you still haven't killed through decades of enimity, the guy you're relying on for the most important scheme of your lifetime, the guy you will needle and needle and bully for the rest of eternity the guy you've cut open flipped like a glove and looked inside of, the guy you just can't! let! go! of!
Absolutely absurd behavior, Alastor. This might just be the person you like best in this wretched place. Not your friend?? The first stage of grief is denial.
Uhhh evil couple yay
I don't think Vox would mind it too much if their roles got reversed.
i have many silly doodles of them sitting in my files
outsider pov vs alastor pov
and other silly stuff>>
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