#electricmedia

[the-smallest-star]

// I drew some of @electricmedia s characters hush

[hazbinxdisaster]

secure message to Velvette: [Go underground. Password is lasdj7fba92104b to the safebox in the centre of where our turfs meet. Find Darrius...̷ I̴ ̶l̴o̸v̸e̶ ̵y̸o̵u̵.̸ ̴I̶'̸m̷ ̴s̷o̶r̸r̸y̵ ̵w̸e̷ ̴d̶i̴d̴n̸'̷t̶ ̷g̶e̷t̸ ̶m̴a̵r̸-̷]̴ it gets cut off and Vox's line goes dead.

HER CLOTHES WERE IN TATTERS, whole body caked in the holy blood of the angels who had attacked her. She herself was clearly injured, some of her own black blood mixing with the rest of the stains both on her skin and outfit. Her phone was cracked, damaged at some point during the fight but upon hearing Vox's personalised text tone she's quick to hobble over to the device and grab it.

She scans over the message, and her fingers clench on tight to the phone as a single teardrop lands on the screen. Fucking damnit. She sniffles for a moment, a quiet, private moment of weakness from her. He wasn't meant to go yet- the 3Vs were meant to rule over Pride for years to come. She didn't even get to say goodbye.

As much as she wanted to sink to the ground and cry, she knew she wasn't safe here. Not anymore. She'd follow his last wishes, and she'll do her damned best to recover what would inevitably be lost with Vox's disappearance. There was no way she could reach out to Val either- she just hoped MAYBE he had had better luck and had pulled through. Maybe he was already underground and she'd find him there.

Knowing there was no time to waste grabbing her possessions, she only takes a moment to limp to the bedroom and her wardrobe, grabbing one of Vox's hoodies he had left there at some point. It was rare he wore anything outside of his suits and it was something she'd often worn to bed for comfort. If she can't take anything else with her at the very least she'd have THAT.

With her injuries, it took her a while to get out and slip underground unnoticed. Using her knowledge of the city to travel to the point Vox had mentioned in his text. She'd never known of a safe box, but was hardly surprised at the revelation that he had one. She eventually spotted the box, and despite the accomplishment she couldn't bring herself to smile.

Wordlessly, she knelt down and pulled out the box, tying in the password that had been provided and breathing a small, relieved sigh when it clicked open. She looked through it all; codes, passwords, information on most of Hell. This would definitely be helpful in rebuilding what was lost- but that would have to wait a little. She didn't have the strength to begin that tonight.

A small box in the bottom caught her attention, and her breath caught in her throat when she popped that open. Three silver bands, each with matching jewels for each of them. Fucking. Damnit. She can't help but laugh bitterly, salty tears trickling down her cheeks as she stared at the rings.

After a moment, she reached up to untie her hair and use her nails to snap the tie. Looping both Vox's and Val's rings through the string before she tied it back up again, wrapping it around her neck so they would sit against her chest. Slipping her own on her finger (a perfect fit, of course), she pushes herself to stand and gathers all the documents together.

What could she do now. Find Darrius. That was going to be difficult with all of Hell's communications down. Hopefully he'd be somewhere Vox had written down here. It was a good starting point at least. The 3Vs will not die here. As long as one of them was alive they'd never die. Velvet would make sure of it. All of Hell would be reminded why they shouldn't mess with them. She wouldn't stop until all of Heaven knew that too.

[grimgrinnr]

“ The punchline is that everything’s wrong with him. ”

[hellishmoth]

@electricmedia

[rosadiaboli]

@electricmedia

Like prized cattle Ophelia and a handful of other escorts were moved, shuffled into the walls of a Vogitech property. Most of the staff was content to murmur amongst themselves and and text and gossip, but Ophelia was restless. Back and forth she paced, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up so straight it nearly hurt. 

Then she heard a great din, metal grinding on metal clumsily. The warehouses, everything about Vox’s properties was meticulous, methodical and organized. It didn’t make sense for something to just fall. Ears pert, the vixen ran in the direction of the noise, heels clacking against the ground as she ran.

[anxechoxinxhell]

@electricmedia​ said: "Don't see why you'd care about Pride matters when you have the rest of hell to look into, as opposed to getting into our business."

“ Because I got business that dips into ALL the rings of Hell, that includes Pride, so unfortunately I gotta deal with or hear about these mortal souls callin’ themselves overlords from time to time. ”

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@electricmedia​ replied to your post:

I love this because he doesn’t have a nose either so is he fucking eating it? Injecting it? Who knows          

@iicewitch​ replied to your post:

really just imagining vox slamming his tv screen head against the toilet bowl, and all you hear is that and then an electronic sniffing noise and the cokes gone when he lifts his head back up. no one knows how he does this on account of his face being an LED plasma screen      

im fucking loosing it.

[huskofachance]

@electricmedia​

Henry laid on his stomach scrolling through his phone. Alistair hadn’t messaged him after he said he was staying over at Virgils. Half lidded honey eyes grew wide at the pressure against his back. Turning he looked at the man he was spending his evening with. Dropping his phone he sat up more leaning down to place a short kiss on model’s lips.  “What’s got you lookin’ so thoughtful? You thinking about how we should have fucked in the elevator?” He joked brushing white locks back moving to lay back down to let those ghostly fingers dancing across the scar. “Or you just picking out your favorite place to mark my back up again?” He shivered back arching into the mattress face gaining a flush picking up that it was the A the other was tracing.  “Virgil?”