#e-m-p-error

[my-dark-lord]

Valentino, Vox, and Vision

Something that Valentino used to be able to handle better in their past together was the light that Vox's head put off. When they met and started their partnership, Vox's light was much dimmer and much easier to actually see.

Becoming partners with a man whose face was a light, however, was what started him wearing his sunglasses everywhere all the time. It helped him to see better than he had in eight years in Hell, though his vision still wasn't the best, any improvement was better than nothing.

As Vox improved and upgraded his head, his face grew ever brighter and even harder for Valentino to see. Once upon a time, Valentino could have fallen victim, somewhat, to Vox's hypnotism, but once his face began to brighten and it was harder and harder to see, he wasn't able to maintain that.

Now, the blue light given off by Vox's teeth is blinding for Valentino, who cannot see those winning smiles very well even with his glasses on. He struggles not to get Moon Eyes over Vox's face when he gets in close, though he doesn't often fight it.

Despite this, Vox's smile is still one of Valentino's favorite things to try to see. He loves it whenever Vox smiles at him, especially those rarer, genuine ones. He will happily deal with being blind just to know Vox is pleased with something he's done.

[voxiiferousarchived]

@e-m-p-error | pre-discussed starter for Valentino and Vincent

Vincent had been wandering, for a given value of direction, for almost two hours, looking for something-- anything that seemed familiar. He’d come across a window display full of televisions he’d watched for a handful of minutes, hoping for some breaking news that could help orient himself, but it had never been anything useful. When a bar brawl that sprawled into the street obstructing his path detoured into an area of the city that seemed to defy physics on an alarming scale, it had seemed safer to move past whatever Escher painting reality had been created.

The new neighborhood seems characterized by red lights, alleyways (for sex, if Vincent is to hazard a guess based on everything else) and lewd images in neon lights

What he has found are several stores that hold hard drugs, and even more vending machines that do-- and one selling drinks that someone had so kindly broken the glass to. He had grabbed a bottle of water, and what looked like orange juice.

Now he leans against a wall, checking the time on his pocket watch, before cracking the lid on the juice and taking a sip, and coughing when the overwhelming flavour is aperol and vodka instead.

He still had no idea how to find himself, useful money, or place to stay as it rolls from evening to nigh, but he has a cocktail, and a limousine heading down the street towards him. Lovely, exactly how he'd hoped to spend his day.

[seven-circlllxs]

If they had a kid: VoxVal, VoxVel, and Fizzmodeus! ( @e-m-p-error )

@e-m-p-error Hey Key have I mentioned I love you /pla /silly

Currently they dont have names but I had fun drawing them!

Fizzmodeus - Male

VoxVal - Agender

VoxVel - Female

[helluvahell]

　@e-m-p-error from HERE.

　He dodges the ashtray with practiced ease, an annoyed scoff and a roll of his eyes as it shatters behind him. " Okay yeah, see, this is exactly what I'm fucking TALKING ABOUT! " Vox snarls in frustration and throws his hands up.

　" You're drunk, you're delusional, and you seem to forget that your entire empire would fucking crumble without me there to broadcast everything you make. I know the idea of admitting you're not the sole genius behind this little operation makes you break out in hives, but it's the fucking tru -- FUCK! "

　The sound of his screen shattering is much worse than the glittered crystal decorating the floor behind him. His claws scramble for the edges of his face to hold it together, shoulders trembling in pain as his agonized expression glitches violently between static, flashing colors, and error messages.

　" You -- you -- you 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷ERFU - ꜰᴜ - C - C - C𝗞𝗘𝗥! " he roars, his voice stuttering and distorting through his anger. " What -- what the 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 - k - k is WRONG -- WRO𝙉𝙂 with you?! "

[a-hazbin-spider]

Vel takes a picture! @e-m-p-error

It’s best to sit still when Velvette wants things done. He’d been able to sit still with a well rehearsed smile a million times. But it always was a little fun to see the project that the dame was working on. “How’s it look? Don’t suppose I need to redo it, this time, do I?”

[dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons]

@e-m-p-error - Lucifer Has Appeared

"Val, I suppose is alright." He teases, "The girls need to behave... And HELL-OH my darling!~"

[cakesandpotion]

IC: This ain’t build a bitch

CLOSED STARTER FOR : @e-m-p-error

With a loud huff she barged into Valentino's office, the door being roughly opened but nowhere close to being slammed. She gave no warning, she didn’t even text that she was on the way or even knock on the door. Didn’t she have plans today?? Her pastel pink skirt was ripped up a bit, her leggings having a few tears on the same side. Her mascara and eyeliner was thickly dripping down her face.

She was visibly upset; and knowing Velvette. It’s never easy to tell exactly what upset her. It could be something simple as her favorite candy being out of stock or something as complicated as an argument with Vox.  With a huge pout she rushed over to Val and plopped down into his lap. Not caring if he was busy or anything. She wrapped her arms around his skinny but tall frame and buried her face into his chest. She didn’t say anything. She was just silently trying to calm down. Her hands had a tight grip on his coat but were trembling. Usually when she’s this upset about something getting her to shut up was almost impossible. 

[the-smallest-star]

@e-m-p-error​

Vox had been so very busy of late, he was making more money than ever and it showed. There had been upgrades to numerous facilities and systems, more people were flocking to work for Vogitek, business was booming! And he had his newest little project to thank for that.

Coming out of his fifth meeting of the day he was tired, but in a decent mood. Profits were so far in the green he could of been rolling in it, so he had a bit of a pep in his step as he walked to his office and flopped into his chair. It was getting late but he still had a couple more meetings, one with Sharp on new merch to get in the works but it wasn’t for another hour.

“Mr Vox? Mr Valentino is here.” He heard one of his numerous secretaries announce on the screen beside him, he knew Val would of just walked past them. Too important to get approval to come in. It was at this point just a warning.

Maybe he was coming to moan and whine about Angel or other ungrateful whores.

“It’s fine. Tell security not to bother him and to let him straight up.” Vox dismissed the screen with a wave of his hand, picking up his phone. Didn’t need a dead guard from Valentino’s unpredictable attitude, especially if it was sour. Hopefully he was in a good one.

As the doors to the elevator opened Valentino would find himself in Vox’s lavish office, definitely some much pricier decorations and upgrades in there now. “Something up Val?”