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you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands
op how does it feel to be the most correct person on earth
The thing that I find most adorable and compelling about Box/CRT Vox is the fact that immediately before his death, he was desperate, grand and over-the-top glamorous. Something about dying led him to go back to a more muted, sweatervest kind of "earnest" look.
It's entirely speculation, but I headcanon the anonymous nature of Hell lets him almost revert to his softer self, the version of his mask closer to who he is, vs an extreme copy of other people. He's still a serial killer, by no means is he harmless, but he's more honest at this point.
I think this anonymous edge is why he even dares to reach out romantically to another man in the first place, it allows him to try and define a new version of himself, a persona built from the ground up. It's an act of confidence from an insecure man. Alastor's rejection knocks it.
After this, we aren't sure what happens to Vox, but we do know that he sticks to sweaters, he tries to cling to that sense of self-expression he started out with. He doesn't fall back to the suits he wore on television I'm going to subject you to his sweatervests as a symbol of his "true self"
He keeps this style right through the 90s (I assume 90s because of the composite RCA ports in his head) which to me implies his rise and relationship with Val allowed him to retain a bit of himself. Val supports him, but also shapes him in his own way.
I think Valentino loves Vox but there is part of him that wants a sexy CEO partner that fits a certain fantasy, he roasts people who are fat for e.g and Vox becomes concerned about his/Shok.wav's weight ("you know those are bad for you", about sodas) He alters himself physically and sexually.
That doesn't mean this is a 100 percent toxic thing either, people DO change naturally in relationships, I think there's an abusive edge to image control here, but I think there is a softer part of this change where Vox tries to become the amazing, impressive self Val sees in his paintings too.
To me there's a tragedy to Vox's eventual slick, trim CEO version he settles on once Alastor goes missing. He dons his style, mirroring his outfit in his own attire in an act of what to me feels like a mixture of devotion, tribute and complete surrender of his own inherent sense of self.
And yet he still has a sweatervest underneath. We see it when the exorcism is happening and he has his coat off and sleeves rolled up (incidentally -fans self-) He's never dropped it, just hid it.
With Lucifer, he mimics his outfit, trying to subvert his power in Hell and directly challenging his role as a self-appointed "King". However again, to me it's showing Vox's insecurity, he mimics the person he wants to overtake. And he's still uncertain about it, asking how he looks.
In the finale we see Vox in an outfit he almost certainly chose for himself, breaking away from the (gorgeous) matching outfits that Vel designed for the team and wearing his own techbro trenchcoat He's asserting his new idea of himself and his individuality, but at the wrong moment.
But when everything falls apart and all of his walls fall down, exposing his truest, barest, rawest nature in the final moments of the series, the arms of his outfit are tattered.
He just can't escape who he really is.
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A cute lil huskerdust comic I made loosely based off a scene in S2 and that angel’s B-Day was 4/1
Happy B-Day Angel!
i have suffered less than christ but have complained way more abt it
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Artist : Linn - 我不吐籽 (weibo / lofter)
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"Using an Oxford comma is a sign of AI"
bestie boo, let me fill you in on something: if you're going to take any part of 'good grammar' and randomly assign it to She's A Witch! AI, you might as well give up. It's over. You're cooked. Anyone who has spent the last decade or more learning to type properly, anyone who has spent any time writing articles/papers/essays that require you to use 'good grammar' is going to fall into that 'oh no it might be AI' trap.
Stop hunting like it's 1692. You're not going to find Goody Proctor at the ChatGPT sacrament. What you're going to do is exactly what happened back then: harming people who've done nothing wrong.
can I reblog this a million times
still reeling from this btw
BIGGGG fan of angel’s relationship weight when he’s with husk.
they cook at home a lot to avoid being swarmed by fans/media following angel and assholes bothering them, but neither one minds one bit considering angel still remembers how to make all of his family meals (anthony spent significantly more time with molly, their mom + nonna cooking as opposed to his father and brother). he’s making everything from scratch, sometimes spends nearly all day cooking with some records on, and gets to enjoy an actual home cooked meal for both himself and the person he cares most about. as an unexpected bonus, the hearty meals make it easier for them both to avoid getting absolutely sloppy drunk every night (although now they particularly enjoy getting wine drunk while watching and making fun of one of vox’s dozens of dumb reality shows until they fall asleep together)
the gain isn’t anything too drastic, since he mostly still sticks to his usual workout schedule, just a less toned and now soft belly, fuller thighs, and a more round face. it’s noticeable, especially when he’s in something that shows skin, but nothing crazy. angel doesn’t really notice it himself until he tries to put on a skirt that no longer zips up for him.
and of course, at first, angel hates it. he’s absolutely mortified that he, in his own eyes, “let himself go” since his entire perspective on his own attractiveness is based around the porn and modeling industries that want him heroin chic/coke skinny, and his own drug habits made that pretty easy to achieve without trying particularly hard.
he instantly starts putting together a rigorous diet plan and workout schedule for himself, he already starts to think about how to half the portion he usually cooks for them so he can go back to barely eating, and he can’t stop worrying about what people are gonna say or, god forbid, people already noticed.
angel is damn near spiraling when husk catches him pacing in just his underwear in front of the mirror and asks what he’s doing, and is slightly confused when he immediately tries to cover himself up
and, obviously, angel is expecting the worst and quickly tells him not to look at him because he looks like shit and needs to lose some weight (which husk finds ridiculous for a number of reasons, mainly the fact that husk himself is significantly bigger than he is and angel has never once even slightly commented on him losing weight)
but, instead of trying to explain anything or verbally reason with his partner’s warped view of himself, he just smiles fondly and steps closer, arms finding their natural place around angels hips and slowly rubbing soothing circles along his upper thigh.
angel already finds himself relaxing into the touch, but he still seems nervous and slightly rigid, like husk’s hands were going to shift and feel something they didn’t want to feel. but before angel has a chance to start pulling away, his hands suddenly shift around and lower to grab onto and gently squeeze the significantly-more-substantial meat of his ass.
after a moment of silence (and enjoying the flushed and slightly excited expression on angel’s face), husk shrugs and just says very casually: “seems fine to me. wanna grab new clothes?”
it takes a couple hours, and a couple showers, but they eventually pry their hands and tongues and limbs off each other long enough to head to the nearest shopping district
Huskerdust Week | Day 5: Good Morning
"A warm awakening"
After going back to the Vees, Angel stops replying to the texts his friends send him. Despite this, these texts become his new lifeline that helps him get through the roughest of days, bringing him great comfort and warmth. The messages from a certain someone on one, specific morning manages to do just that ♡ (check alt text for the translation of the first panel of page 2!)
Lol spotted this last replay of the series… Charlie is me, we are all Charlie for our ships 🚢
you want to spend your chips on these rosy lips
you want to spend your chips on these rosy lips
I know this is a Lucifer lover account but this Vox merch is fucking killing me
i feel like the youth should be reminded that the point of shipping is not for a ship to become canon. the point of shipping is to collect all the canon crumbs like starved mice, run away cackling and make some fun little scenarios with them just for the hell of it.