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‏‏‎𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙎 made by myself.

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#‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎GHOST ↯ 21+ ↯ SHE/THEY

shokwav

anons are like vampires. you invite them into your space. even making a post about their presence invites them into your space. no amount of posting will make them change their minds; acknowledgement is what they want. it's your choice to disable your inbox to them or not, but you can leave it open and exist peacefully. it takes a few seconds to delete their message and never let the world know it ever existed.

you're in control of what they're saying being visible to yourself and others. they have absolutely 0 power over you. the more you ignore them, without a single shred of acknowledgement, the less you are on their radar. they want people to post about it. they want to drum up discussion and reactions. if they see you make a post about 'not addressing the anon,' you ARE addressing them.

no one anonymously sends things because they care about you as a person, or know you deeply enough to truly want your downfall. the people who send those things want one specific thing, and that's for you to react to it and for them to see you react to it, even if you're not mentioning them specifically. that's all it's ever been about on the internet.

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘖𝘜𝘛 ↯ : of character

divinerpresources

What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘖𝘜𝘛 ↯ : of character #a munday classic

you can always bother me if you're my mutual. nothing out of the ordinary will happen.

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘖𝘜𝘛 ↯ : of character

leikamei

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘈 𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘜𝘓𝘈𝘙 1950𝘚 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌 ↯ : voxesque

v0xcent

day 2 for alvox week: fell first / fell harder

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘙𝘛 ↯ : box #☇ * ⁰²² 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 ↯ : alastor

nomifae

💖🏳️‍🌈 HAPPY PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈💖

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 ↯ : vox #☇ * ⁰²² 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 ↯ : alastor

crazysodomite

my new poker strat: start tearing up after looking at my cards no matter what i got

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘈 𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘜𝘓𝘈𝘙 1950𝘚 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌 ↯ : voxesque

‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ #SEDATION @highstakcs ↴

‎ ‎ ‎ All that rotates in his sluggish mind is that his tower is unfriendlier than the last time he'd left it, and that hasn't been able to change. Valentino and Velvette look at him differently. Shouldn't they have stopped being angry now? It was ages ago. At least a week, or more, however long he'd stayed with whoever he was staying with in whatever place it was. Fuck if he remembers.

‎ ‎ ‎ The whatever-place's window bumps against his back as he forces himself through, landing on the floor with a thump that feels like an anvil being dropped. The floor divots under his claws as he drags himself to the mountainous bed in sight; fabric tears on the way up, so uncareful with his careful claws.

‎ ‎ ‎ He pats around, trying to move the fuzzy blanket aside. He already feels too hot. It's solid, though, and it twitches under his grip, rejecting him. Since when did blankets have the capacity to reject him? A waft of air puffs behind him, like a fan being waved, and Vox puts every bit of his waning attention into deciphering a very important detail.

‎ ‎ ‎ “….Oh. You're not a blanket.” Sitting back on his knees, he looks around, now, at the room he'd sleepwalked half the city to get to. “…This isn't... where I....?”

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ↯ : in character #highstakcs #went real loose with the timeline here #I really enjoy the mental image of vox meandering through pentagram city like he's in limbo or something #only to somehow end up crawling through husk's window #he's like an old man turned loose from the nursing home. the vees have to come get him

‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ CONTINUATION @pentious ↴

‎ ‎ ‎ Yes, the growl had been for Pentious ―who do they think they are? Actually, the internal monologue doesn't satisfy him.

‎ ‎ ‎ “Who do you think you are?” he hisses, like a cat with its back spiked up like barbed wire. Grouchiness follows him like a gloomy cloud. Stress is pricking him and he wants someone to feel miserable. “What the fuck do you look so happy for?”

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ↯ : in character #pentious #I remember your verse with pentious being their resident pet snake.#I imagine vox to be the least friendly of the three. grouchy ass.

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#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘞𝘈𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌 𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘕𝘓𝘐𝘛 ↯ : self promo

‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ #SEDATION @puzlprof ↴

‎ ‎ ‎ Parades seem to be the only relief Pentagram City gets of abundant crowd-murder; save for the murder within those crowds, privately, taken into the alleys away from the move of the floats. The Entertainment District boasts to be the only place bothered enough to celebrate things so trivial. Yearly, sometimes. If they're not busy.

‎ ‎ ‎ Vox isn't sure how he's ended up here. Or in this outfit. Or waving a flagpole with the rest of them. Valentino has kept a hand on his back for the past few hours, like he might fall over at any moment. He almost does when they're away from the eyes of the public.

‎ ‎ ‎ A blink, and he's facing a trash can full of vomit ―maybe his, since he's wiped a bit of it on his sleeve? ―soon interrupted by a voice too distinct to him to be crowd chatter.

‎ ‎ ‎ He stares for a long, long time. This person he knows but he can't quite remember knowing right now. There's a name somewhere that he can't grab. Still half-hunched over the can, his head tilts to one side, querying, “…Has your hat always been that big?”

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ↯ : in character #puzlprof

‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ #SEDATION @luximperator ↴

‎ ‎ ‎ His head explodes to consciousness, his vision restored in double and every sense of awareness swimming lopsided; one of his forearms is stretched out forwards like a lazing cat, and the other tucked awkwardly under his chest. His neck yearns for his heavy brick of a head to drop off and release it from its plight.

‎ ‎ ‎ He blinks a few times, then a few times more. Nothing is any clearer than it was a moment ago.

‎ ‎ ‎ “Hahhh….?” he drawls out dumbly, rolling over onto his back. His shoulder hits the side of a couch ―or a bed? The flat bit of it? Whatever those are called.

‎ ‎ ‎ “Where […] the hell am I?” He cringes at the eerily high pitch of his voice, like an insecure, squeaky door. The ceiling isn't giving him many more answers than the rest of the room has. His straight antenna twitches away from its partner, following a rustling noise that pings the side of his head.

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ↯ : in character #☇ * ⁰²² 𝘊𝘖 / 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘊𝘖 / 𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛 ↯ : luximperator #luximperator #make as many assumptions as you please. if lux dragged him somewhere or found him #etc etc!

sometimes, Vox likes to watch himself through a camera's view. walking, talking, engaging with the world but through the sightlines of his cameras instead of his own eyes; kind of like navigating through an old game where your viewing angles changed depending on where your character was.

#☇ * ⁰²² 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘉𝘜𝘉𝘉𝘓𝘌 ↯ : character