#cannideer

[voxtek-time]

@cannideer commented: I can offer Al as a sacrifice

So Vox is promised a kiss from Alastor? That's not something he'd turn down in a hurry. Quite the opposite, in fact, he's excited for it.

"Come on then Al, blow my mind."

[oilpaintedstxrs]

@cannideer liked for Vox hallucinating(+being menaced by his human hallucination). As written to Takedown, for inspiration for what Vincent’s like.

This isn’t normal, Vox knows that. He’s never been prone to hallucinations, and he can’t imagine they would appear now, so out of the blue.

He’s just glad that Alastor’s been more distracted with the hotel the last few weeks. It would be… better, or at least easier to dismiss out of hand if it were any less realistic, when the hallucination walks, he can hear the click of his shoes. He can feel the heat of his breath when he comes in close.

It’s also been, somewhat more importantly, weeks of almost relentless torment. He’s been trying to clean up Veronique’s toys, thrown haphazardly around the room as an eight month is is wont to do. But it’s… harder, when the figure of his human self inserts himself.

He’s gotten used to keeping him out of the corner of his eyes. Vincent leans against him, and seems to… flicker, and then he’s leaning against Vox’s other side. “God, we’re terrible parents,” he says, leaning down to pick up the toy that had been thrown earlier. “Can’t keep the house neat, and well,” he drops the toy. “We both know you’re hardly capable of caring for her, or keeping your position, so what will you do then?”

He seems to flicker again, and when Vox turns to look he sees the figure in the television. That’s… new. All of this is, and it’s no more reassuring. The figure walks across the filmed version of the soundstage, the laugh track follows him. Vox knows it’s not real, that the reported rerun has been… corrupted somehow. “You can’t even appear on tv anymore. We both know you say it’s because you’re busy, but you can’t escape it either,” Vincent says, and the screen flickers before he steps out, pulling his suit straight. “It’s literally your face, or is that the problem? That you can’t bear to see it? Is that the reason you hope the child never comes to look like you?”

[mic-check-smile]

@cannideer Started following mic-check-smile

"So what sort of delectable horrible things have we been up to in good ol' Hell. I'm sure you have quite the many tales hmm~" The young mortal would lean curiously close, eager to know every sinister detail of their lives as a demon.

Ooooh how he envied his other self. It wasn't fair, truly. "Come now. There's no secrets between us! After all. We are one in the same, aren't we~"

[sinnersdealings]

unprompted. || @cannideer

"Je t'aime de toutes les manières possibles."

Cue the demanding squint; he's exercising his patience with every word he knows Alastor's deliberately obscuring. Vox goes as far as to smile to welcome whatever the fuck he just said. Deep breath, Vox. Deep breath. Alastor's just like this sometimes. And by this, he means a ragebaiter by choice. Sometimes, Vox wonders if Alastor can even help himself.

“ Alastor, my dear. ” Vox begins, tone offering honey with how superficially sweet it sounds. “ You know if you want to use foreign language, I have to either record it or play around with my settings to actually understand you prior to speaking. ”

They've been over this already.

“ So... use your words; PREFERABLY in ENGLISH this time. ”

[hellizens]

@cannideer (starter feat. charlie)

"Hi, Al!" The princess is bouncing excitedly on her toes while very obviously holding something behind her back. "I heard from a little birdie that it was your birthday, soooooooo—"

The very flat gift, wrapped in pink paper with a red bow, is presented. Inside is a record: specifically, a Brunswick 6109 of St. James Infirmary, performed by Cab Calloway and his orchestra, December 1930. "I hope you like it!"

[damnedrainbows]

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you haunting the halls.”His voice spoke before the television host appeared in a spark of cobalt, shark fangs grinning at his old friend as he leaned nonchalantly against the banister. Their meeting with the princess was winding down, and he couldn’t leave without a friendly hello! “How you been doing, pal?” Said with so much venom it practically dripped.

“How’s the boo boo been? They haven’t even asked about ya here, have they? Ouuuu, that’s gotta sting. Eh they sure like Lucifer though! Pretty sure I saw even your Niffty chatting him up. Out with the old, in with the new. Fitting you’re in a hotel for hazbins.”

@cannideer

[hazbinned]

💖🌟🤩

THANK YOU ILY AND WE DOOOOOOO!

[stardustmcde]

plotted starter for @cannideer

Regeneration was a slow process. Consisting of painful growth and uncomfortable stages. Right now, he was in better shape than he had been since his head departed from his original body. At least, he could sit in a wheel chair. It was the silver lining. Between having stubs instead of hands and no legs to walk on.

If it weren't for the disgusted looks that came his way, especially from Valentino and Velvette, he would have felt alright with himself. Even if it would be a lie that he told himself.

Sat there in front of a large wall length window, Vox watched as Pentagram City bustled about, as if nothing even happened a month ago. He sighed. The only change in this way too familiar scene were the sound of footsteps approaching him.

When he turned around, shifting the wheels to follow his head, his biomechanical heart began to pound against his ribcage. Surprise made way to anger in just a few seconds.

"What do you want?" He tried to hold some edge, but it failed. Only leaving him vulnerable and shaken by Alastor's presence. "And who the fuck let you in? Actually, don't answer that, I don't want to know."

The last ounce of anger left his body as he deflated within his chair. He was hyperaware of how he looked. Weak, pathetic, like someone who was very much defeated. The last things that he wanted Alastor to see. And now there they were. His disgraced appearance for the Radio Demon to take delight in.

"I---" He didn't know what to say. There were words, many of them, spiraling in his mind, but he couldn't make out any coherent ones to let out. So instead, he kept quiet. Staring down at himself.