#transinistor

[voxonair]

ＳＹＳＴＥＭ ＮＯＴＩＣＥ： ＶＯＸＴＥＫ™ ＣＯＮＴＥＮＴ ＦＩＬＴＥＲ ＦＡＩＬＵＲＥ ERROR 404: “Safe for Work” not found. Adjust your expectations and prepare for high-voltage degeneracy. Voxtek™ is not responsible for: moral outrage, delicate sensibilities, hurt feelings, or clutched pearls. CW: CNC. Smut. DDDNE. This is a roleplay of a dream: we regret to inform you that no prudish demon not-deer (@transinstor + @heleerie) were actually fucked during the making of this thread.

The media demon's screen lights up in a wave of smug triumph. No hesitation. His clawed hand shot out, gripping Alastor's offered hand in a crushing, electric clasp. The deal was sealed and a manic, glitching laugh escaped him.

He'd make the Radio Demon sing for him, make him forget his own name, make him beg for more. Alastor's flamboyant performance, his theatricality – Vox had always interpreted it as a sign. Sure, once he thought he wore it with pride, a coy invitation he was too afraid to meet the right way, but now he knew it was... More complicated than that. A hidden desire screaming to be unlocked! And he was the only one with the key. Not that he couldn't see the revulsion in Alastor's eyes, the rigid set of his jaw, his sharp teeth glinting under his lips in warning. It all only fuelled his conviction. Let him pretend. Let him seethe. Vox had waited too long, fantasised too vividly to believe this would end with a simple, cold transaction.

"Explicit terms. Good. I like things clear," Vox purred, his voice dropping to a staticky, intimate hum. He released Alastor's hand and loomed over him. "The agreed-upon act… Is me fucking you. My cock in your ass. Until I cum. That's the conclusion. You've got yourself a deal." He leaned down, his screen inches from Alastor's face, the manic glow casting hellish shadows across the other demon's sharp features. "And don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be verbatim. You'll get your pin. But first...You're going to lose the pants" The word was a promise and a threat all in one.

His touch comes swift and possessive. He goes for Alastor's ankles first, grappling them and yoking his shoes from his hooves, which he tosses haphazardly over his shoulders. His motions are manic and frenzied, as he manoeuvres Alastor around like some kind of pissed off doll ━ or fucked up taxidermized animal ━ whatever fit better. He claws at the radio demons' trousers, impatient, his other hand gripping his thigh, pinning it against his side for the moment. He was finally here. After decades of wanting, of watching, of seething, Alastor was beneath him, bound by a deal of his own making!

And he's stalled...

By Alastor's stupid pants. He tugs, he twists, he pulls, digital brows furrowing in annoyance, a curse or two under his breath as he haphazardly attempts to shove his hand's up Alastor's waistcoat in confusion. Why the fuck won't they come off?! The power cords he commands swiftly move to aid him, grasping at Alastor's coat and tie, hastily trying to pull the outfit he wears apart. The scene has rapidly become less and less possessive, seductive act and devolved more into a child trying to unwrap a particularly problematic present on Christmas morning, all grace and skill evading him, the annoyance briefly becoming evident on his face. God damn it, Alastor, what the fuck are you even wearing?

[toxicamour]

Real and true. Alastor and Val 🤝🏽 loving when Vox is frazzled. I actually think its so funny to imagine Alastor and Val finding a lot in common, especially when it comes to Vox. I know its probably more logical to think of Al and Val as immediate enemies but I can't lie, I like the idea of them weirdly getting along. Its way funnier to me.

Oh he's so here for this. Vox can keep his Killing Alastor Kink. He's going to be besties with the Radio Demon just to piss him off more. Maybe fuck him, who knows. Fuck over? Fuck literally? Time will tell.

// FOR REAL THOUGH Val is COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED by Alastor. He knew the fucker was back, withheld information he knew Vox would want until it was funny to mention it, and prioritized his crashout over Angel moving out than alarting Vox his old flame moved back in town.

Oh and even after Vox started to crash out, Val was STILL BITCHING about Angel flirting with one of Al's' goons, slamming his hand on the table "VOX" like sir, focus - angel leaving is clearly more important than your rage boner.

[voxiiferousarchived]

@transinistor | I felt so compelled to make it real!

[hazzhell]

Niffty tugged gently at Alastor's sleeve as he neared the front door of the hotel lobby. Her eye wide and hopeful as she looked up at him like an eager puppy. "Alastor! Sir! Can I come with you? Pretty pretty please?" she asked, swaying side to side with her hands clasped under her chin.

"I promise I won't be a bother! I'll even bring snacks! And disinfectant wipes! You never know what kind of germs are out there, eugh!" Her voice climbed with excitement as she added, "I'll behave! I mean, unless you want me to cause a little chaos... cause I can do that too!" A little, mischievous laugh left the ladybug as she drummed her fingers together.

@transinistor

[voxiiferousarchived]

🚢 -shyly puts this here and sinks back into the bog-

@transinistor

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits (though not, I suspect, traditional benefits)

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers (self created stars) | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: kismesis, and these two going down in hand in unloveable hand forevermore. I have many feelings and thoughts about them as characters and also, simultaneously, as symbolic of the larger conversation they represent and how those two things intersect. (Sorry Vox, you’re trapped in symbolism Hell)

[pridetempt]

@heleerie ( @transinistor ) | starter call ( accepting )

❝ oh , come oooonn. do you really think that —-- ❞ weight shifts to lean on his cane ; free hand lifts to waggle fingers midair is search of .... ( what's his fucking name ? ) ❝ the tv head one —-- ❞ ( HA ! nailed it. ) ❝ --— is the first one to attempt an uprising ? a coup d'état ? ❞ utterly deadpan expression says what words do not : be for real. thought you were smarter than that.

cane disappears with a dramatic flourish and puff of glittery red magic. ❝ we're surrounded by the worst of the worst , the power-hungriest of the power-hungry. that was a tuesday , bambi. a blip ! in the grand scheme of hell , it was nothing. ❞ truly. the fallen had stopped counting the attempts ages ago —-- that's for those lower on the proverbial food chain to worry about. ❝ but i guess you're too young to understand all that. ❞ young , dumb , and oh, so irritating.

[highstakcs]

He's handing this to Husk like its something important and totally confidential ❝ Well, its not what I thought but, hmm, three and oh, a few near misses isn't so bad. ❞ Those transparent ones are the ones he'd never admit but we know the truth. [Transinistor]

husk's bingo.

` he accepts it like a whispered little secret known only between the two of them and he struggles to keep the smirk pulling the corner of his lips under control. " uh-huh. three's decent, " he agrees, running a claw across the extra two unmarked.

` but he catches the corner of alastor's sleeve before he can pull away from the transfer, gently keeping him within reach. " I dunno. you can be pretty sweet if you ask me. when you wanna be, " he remarks on a low, conspiratorial whisper.

[bungem]

/ @transinistor 𖹭.ᐟ starter call

◞ ྀི◟‎𓏵 ׁ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎ . . Being one of Rosie's OLDEST companions, it stood to reason she was accustomed to having the occassional encounter with the RADIO DEMON ; but with his rather MYSTERIOUS absence, it had been quite some years since Elara had happened upon that SMILING visage. ❝ Alastor, it's good to see you. ❞ Though her greeting was borne of POLITE intent, there was no mistaking the curiousity to be garnered in her lavender eyes -- ears perking that bit higher. ❝ It's been ages! I'd heard you were back, almost didn't believe it 'til I saw the news report about that hotel. ❞