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⚡︎ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴀɪɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘʟᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ʀᴇɪɢɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ - ᴛᴇʟᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ! ꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ᴅᴀᴛᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ, ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴍᴀɪɴ. ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱ, ʟᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘʟᴜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ. ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ…
First time Magma collab with @joycew-art for StaticMoth board
I drew Valentino and she drew Vox, just being taken care of by his business partner :3c
This was hella fun 💜🩵
[Day 213 of daily Hazbin since S2] Requester... you'd do anything...? 😏😌 do a backflip
I've been hatching this idea for a long time 🥹🥹🥹
It's horchata you're spilling, Vincent, you uncultured swine!
I was on vacation and finally found the time to recharge a little and tried out a new technique :)
more fluffy gunk, now in comic format, w/e!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted
Of course Vox would cut work short for Val
Alastor scoffed at Vox’s denial. “Oh? I assumed you three were all on the same level. Tell me, why wouldn’t they leave you? Because you’re partners? There’s a bond? Maybe trust? All things you were willing and ready to throw away, proudly proclaiming that once you overtook Heaven you wouldn’t “need a squad”.” He reminded. Yeah, perhaps speaking out loud while keeping Alastor close was not a good idea. “You were ready to leave them, abandon ship for something better. Why should they treat you any better or with any more grace?”
Alastor was relieved to hear Vox didn’t want to be redeemed. He had heard from Charlie that the man had asked about it when he had visited the hotel, the rest of his comment though made him laugh. He found it an obvious lie that was humorous, but he also felt a pit of anger that he ignored, instead commenting; “that is far from what you proposed to me in the bar all those years ago before you had your tiff~” Surprisingly, he didn’t comment on Vox’s determination though his eyes lit up.
The fire inside the other Overlord seemed reignited, which was good for Alastor as he’d be bored without it.
The Radio Demon was surprised the other came to sit with him, he actually bowed his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the peace for a moment. He hated how even now… There was a comforting buzz that came from being near Vox. It was their radiowaves interfering with each other, but it felt like a long overdue balm for them.
When Vox speaks, he opens his eyes and looks over without turning his head. “...I don’t recall ever calling you a failure back then. Even recently I called you broken—there is a difference. A failure is sad and pathetic, someone broken has the chance to be rebuild if they try and keep within their limitations. Nearly every Sinner is broken in one way or another, even me. In your case you chase grandeur so quickly you miss the spikes lying at your feet and even when you do “win” it’s not enough, you create another goal until those spikes get you. You had me captive, yet that wasn’t enough, it still wasn’t enough after the parading around, it wasn’t enough having me witness whatever that was with the moth, it wasn’t enough keeping me in the tower, it wasn’t enough to merely have me at your event, and it wasn’t enough to leave me bleeding on the ground. I do not believe even destroying me would be enough.”
“I also never turned my back. You were the one who stopped showing up to our bar. I merely declined a partnership, I will admit, harshly, but I had believed you could take it. That you would know I have my reasons… I believed incorrectly…” He admitted. “I do not apologize though… I did what I had to do for both of us.”
⚡︎ Vox was driven silent, his scowl slowly faultering at the truths Alastor spoke of. "You have no idea what you are talking about." He said, shaking his head. "I've been through so many fallouts with them and...we've always bounced back." His voice wavered, almost an attempt to keep hold of the reality he wanted.
"...Always."
The gentle hum of static surrounded the pair, filling the silence between the two. It was oddly comforting, something that hadn't been felt for a long while. It was...familar yet distance. So much had happened. Everything had changed all thanks to one singular moment.
That didn't mean there was no chemistry - no charge between them.
His static gaze remained stuck to the ground as he listened. "You didn't have to say it. The look in your eye. Your laugh. Your tone...your words. It all added up to becoming a truth that I don't...didn't care to admit. That night constantly replays in my mind...haunting every moment and pushing me to strive for greatness." He said, leaning back on the bench. "Yet, nothing was enough. Nothing that anyone did was ever enough. You are right.." He soon paused and snapped his head to look towards the other. "Don't let that get into your head. I never said that." Once again, he grew defensive.
Same old Vox slipping to the surface.
"You admit it?" Vox scoffed. "Now, that is something I never expected from the great Radio Demon. You know, that moment was the first time I let my guard down with fucking anyone, dead or alive. It was all going to plan...then it didn't. That was the last I allow it to happen. No one will see me as weak anyone."
Alastor’s lips twitched as he attempted to scowl at Vox’s resistance. He just...didn’t understand how the only words that Vox believed in were the ones used to tear him down. “I doubt any fall outs included you almost permanently killing them and you were not on the best terms with them while I was there.” He reminded.
He wanted Vox to let go of those no good he called his “partners”.
Tch. Hadn’t that word lost all meaning?
“Funny, I wasn’t aware you decide how I feel.” Alastor snarked back, but his ears ever so slightly leaned back. “If it made you strive for more though, then it fulfilled it’s purpose. I wanted that…” He admitted before shaking his head. “Well you’re wrong. Vincent, I sized you up the moment we met. You never thought anything was enough even in life. If I was a gambling man, I’d guess that’s how you met your demise, aiming higher and higher until, like Icarus, you fell. I did not do that to you. I just reinforced it so you’d strive for more. To finally have the correct mindset I needed you to.”
“…” He went quiet at the news that he was the first and only to see Vox vulnerable and he actually looked away. “...I didn’t think that was weak. I thought you were strong, brave, and foolish, but not weak… I was angry at you though. I was angry at myself. It was…” He sighed frustrated. “I don’t like needing others, I was alone in life, I should be content alone here. I just crave to never struggle but no matter what I do, it happens.”
“… I want you to stay at the hotel. Earlier was my...attempt at an invitation without asking.”
A soft growl broke through. "And who's fault was that? The whole time you were there, you fucking constantly wedged yourself in, pushing us further apart!" He exclaimed, clenching his fists. "No wonder they turn their backs on me, hiding me within the shadows out of fucking shame or some shit." His voice grew quiet as if out a slight sadness and realisation of what was happening.
One that he didn't care to admit or want to.
Vox was the one to mess up that partnership with his team but he didn't want to accept that. He couldn't allow it to be true. A single slither of hope remained even if there was no point.
The male let out a scoff as he leant forward and turned his head away from the deer. "Well, you will be winning fucking millions if you were. It happened and now you are sat with the most hated man in the entirety of Hell, something that I didn't think was possible, considering the obvious." He went quiet as he listened to the other's next words. "'Strive for more'..." He repeated. "Well, you got what you wanted. So congratulations, Alastor. You won."
With that, Vox pushed himself off the bench. "If you wished to be alone, that's all you could've said all those years ago. Maybe things would've been different. We...I would've been different." He uttered before he began walking down the path before coming to a swift halt, a look of shock spread over his screen.
"You what?" The television turned to look towards Alastor once again. "Is this a fucking joke? Me at the hotel. Yeah, that will go down so well like a lead balloon." He said.
"No one would want me to be there. Why bother inviting me?"
Alastor’s eyes narrowed before biting back. “You had control.” He reminded simply. “I was your prisoner, I gave you control, you could have locked me away or at least left me at the tower I wasn’t required at your side past that parade; you were the one dragging me around everywhere, you were the one to take me on an outing, and you were the one placing me before them. I did stir the pot, but you still made and served it.”
“You were the one to say you didn’t need a “squad” without me saying a damn thing.” He reminded before scoffing with his ears pressed back. “Perfect timing, by the way, your moth heard from what Ombre tells me.” He informs, figuring he might as well make the divide bigger. Maybe then Vox will see reason and just listen to him and stick close.
“Eh, it doesn’t matter where you are, everyone loves to hate and blame someone, it means just that though: you’re someone.” He encouraged slightly before going quiet as Vox said he won. He did win...didn’t he…? Yet, it didn’t feel like it, not with the other wiggling in his grasp instead of submitting, not with Heaven now butting in, and not with this change to the status quo which he should be using to his advantage, yet was instead here.
He watched the other get up and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly Vox thought he could walk away from him?!
He got up and walked with him. “I never said I wished to be alone, I said I was alone.” He corrected quietly, not liking the idea of others overhearing.
The deer stopped when Vox did and rolled his eyes at the response to his invitation. “It’s no joke and it will be fine. Charlie says all are welcome so why not make her put her money where her mouth is and enjoy watching the so call king flounder about trying to figure out how to cope?” He asked with a chuckle. “I want you there and that is all that matters. I will deal with anyone who insinuates otherwise.”
His eyes widened for a moment, a sudden flush of realisation clouding his gaze. “…Val heard?” His voice grew quiet as his expression dropped along with his gaze towards the ground. “I…didn’t mean it. I was just trying to prove myself to you. To prove that I can rise higher, that I was not an absolute failure!”
Now it was too late. The words had already been uttered. Actions already thrown. There was no turning back time. He had ruined it all: his reputation, his business, his appearance and worse of all, his bond with his family.
He had no one left.
“Why do you think I was so desperate for some kind of alliance with anyone?” Vox turned to looked towards Alastor. “I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to do all of this with someone. Of course, my ego got in the way. Yet, here I am, alone once again. It was possibly destined. We are all in Hell for a reason after all.”
He clenched his fists tightly. “I break everything I touch.”
The television furrowed his brows, watching the deer’s expression closely for any sign of this being an entire joke. A trap even! This all couldn’t be true. “Wait, let me get this right! YOU want ME to stay at the hotel…willingly and even protect me if someone decides against it? This can’t all be real. What’s the catch? A fucking deal to keep me in place on a leash?” He questioned, crossings his arms over his chest. He soon hummed, placing a finger to the rim of his screen. “Then again, it would be rather interesting to prove the little princess wrong, see you fall at every hurdle.”
He paused for a moment.
“I can’t just leave The Vees though…”
[On the phone]
Vox: Babe, i’m breaking up-
Valentino: Im pregnant
Vox: I meant the call
Valentino: Right, sorry. I panicked
Ah, seems he touched a live-wire, and for once it was without meaning to. He didn’t think using the old pet name “pal” would have this effect when he used it so many times before. Then again, he never used the other this publicly before. Usually his use of Vox was in private, this time it was broadcast for all of Hell. Though that was all Vox’s own doings. Alastor wasn’t broadcasting it.
He watched the other get madder and angrier at his words and knew he should probably stop...but he was never good at knowing a limit with Vox. He just liked to see the other’s reactions. It wasn’t his fault the other was so deliciously expressive!
“You built it, doesn’t mean you get to keep it. Unfortunately, you build it on public opinion and people don’t tend to like almost-dying for some reason.” He hummed with a smirk, he took to the shadows and reappeared next to Vox. “Why not?!” He questioned energetically. “You could try to get to Heaven the proven way,” his staff booed, “or just do as I do and enjoy watching the wayward souls struggle to defy our nature. We’re all animals, we have cravings and urges that cannot be denied.” He took to the shadows again, this time reappearing on a bench. “Or… I suppose you can just stay in this tower, watching the time tick by and people phase you out…”
“… You don’t want the last choice, trust me.” The deer mumbled quietly, his ear flicking, remembering having to just watch as his name began to fade from people’s mind, his legacy becoming a legend, his God-like powers reduced to...to a boogeyman type story! Seven years. That was all it took to get rid of tens of years of torture and cruelty. Seven. Years.
⚡︎ Vox didn't want to believe a single word that left the radio demon's widened grin. No, he couldn't. None of it can be true. He knew his partners better than anyone and they would not turn their back on him, not ever. This empire was built up all together and that meant so much. Even if he didn't voice it, the television did appreciate the help and guidence that the other Vees provided. Surely, they wouldn't cast him out, right?
This all just took time to blow over.
"You have no idea what you are saying, you bitch! They won't just discard me!" He exclaimed, his chest heaving as he let hisses of breath break through his teeth. He couldn't allow himself to admit to all this. He was so much more to his company, even if Valentino was now in charge. Surely, he would be needed at some point...right?
The male swiftly shifted his gaze to his side as Alastor appeared alongside, taking a few steps away. "I do not wish to be fucking redeemed or stand alongside your ass for the rest of my eternal life in that hellhole!" He stated. "I can find something to do. I WILL NOT allow myself to phased out!"
He watched the other demon phase into the shadows once again before reappearing on a bench, his tension slipping away upon hearing the quiet mumble. It did get him thinking as drew quiet. Vox slowly approached the bench and sat down beside Alastor, rather big gap between them however. His eyes lowered to the ground as he let out a sigh. "I fear that the last option has already begun no matter how much I deny it." He uttered quietly, a hint of honesty for a change. "Everyone has turned their back away...saw I was a failure - just like you did centuries ago before I knew it.." He grew silent as he leant forward, hands clasped together. "...hell, even Val said he doesn't know me."
Alastor scoffed at Vox’s denial. “Oh? I assumed you three were all on the same level. Tell me, why wouldn’t they leave you? Because you’re partners? There’s a bond? Maybe trust? All things you were willing and ready to throw away, proudly proclaiming that once you overtook Heaven you wouldn’t “need a squad”.” He reminded. Yeah, perhaps speaking out loud while keeping Alastor close was not a good idea. “You were ready to leave them, abandon ship for something better. Why should they treat you any better or with any more grace?”
Alastor was relieved to hear Vox didn’t want to be redeemed. He had heard from Charlie that the man had asked about it when he had visited the hotel, the rest of his comment though made him laugh. He found it an obvious lie that was humorous, but he also felt a pit of anger that he ignored, instead commenting; “that is far from what you proposed to me in the bar all those years ago before you had your tiff~” Surprisingly, he didn’t comment on Vox’s determination though his eyes lit up.
The fire inside the other Overlord seemed reignited, which was good for Alastor as he’d be bored without it.
The Radio Demon was surprised the other came to sit with him, he actually bowed his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the peace for a moment. He hated how even now… There was a comforting buzz that came from being near Vox. It was their radiowaves interfering with each other, but it felt like a long overdue balm for them.
When Vox speaks, he opens his eyes and looks over without turning his head. “...I don’t recall ever calling you a failure back then. Even recently I called you broken—there is a difference. A failure is sad and pathetic, someone broken has the chance to be rebuild if they try and keep within their limitations. Nearly every Sinner is broken in one way or another, even me. In your case you chase grandeur so quickly you miss the spikes lying at your feet and even when you do “win” it’s not enough, you create another goal until those spikes get you. You had me captive, yet that wasn’t enough, it still wasn’t enough after the parading around, it wasn’t enough having me witness whatever that was with the moth, it wasn’t enough keeping me in the tower, it wasn’t enough to merely have me at your event, and it wasn’t enough to leave me bleeding on the ground. I do not believe even destroying me would be enough.”
“I also never turned my back. You were the one who stopped showing up to our bar. I merely declined a partnership, I will admit, harshly, but I had believed you could take it. That you would know I have my reasons… I believed incorrectly…” He admitted. “I do not apologize though… I did what I had to do for both of us.”
⚡︎ Vox was driven silent, his scowl slowly faultering at the truths Alastor spoke of. "You have no idea what you are talking about." He said, shaking his head. "I've been through so many fallouts with them and...we've always bounced back." His voice wavered, almost an attempt to keep hold of the reality he wanted.
"...Always."
The gentle hum of static surrounded the pair, filling the silence between the two. It was oddly comforting, something that hadn't been felt for a long while. It was...familar yet distance. So much had happened. Everything had changed all thanks to one singular moment.
That didn't mean there was no chemistry - no charge between them.
His static gaze remained stuck to the ground as he listened. "You didn't have to say it. The look in your eye. Your laugh. Your tone...your words. It all added up to becoming a truth that I don't...didn't care to admit. That night constantly replays in my mind...haunting every moment and pushing me to strive for greatness." He said, leaning back on the bench. "Yet, nothing was enough. Nothing that anyone did was ever enough. You are right.." He soon paused and snapped his head to look towards the other. "Don't let that get into your head. I never said that." Once again, he grew defensive.
Same old Vox slipping to the surface.
"You admit it?" Vox scoffed. "Now, that is something I never expected from the great Radio Demon. You know, that moment was the first time I let my guard down with fucking anyone, dead or alive. It was all going to plan...then it didn't. That was the last I allow it to happen. No one will see me as weak anyone."
Alastor’s lips twitched as he attempted to scowl at Vox’s resistance. He just...didn’t understand how the only words that Vox believed in were the ones used to tear him down. “I doubt any fall outs included you almost permanently killing them and you were not on the best terms with them while I was there.” He reminded.
He wanted Vox to let go of those no good he called his “partners”.
Tch. Hadn’t that word lost all meaning?
“Funny, I wasn’t aware you decide how I feel.” Alastor snarked back, but his ears ever so slightly leaned back. “If it made you strive for more though, then it fulfilled it’s purpose. I wanted that…” He admitted before shaking his head. “Well you’re wrong. Vincent, I sized you up the moment we met. You never thought anything was enough even in life. If I was a gambling man, I’d guess that’s how you met your demise, aiming higher and higher until, like Icarus, you fell. I did not do that to you. I just reinforced it so you’d strive for more. To finally have the correct mindset I needed you to.”
“…” He went quiet at the news that he was the first and only to see Vox vulnerable and he actually looked away. “...I didn’t think that was weak. I thought you were strong, brave, and foolish, but not weak… I was angry at you though. I was angry at myself. It was…” He sighed frustrated. “I don’t like needing others, I was alone in life, I should be content alone here. I just crave to never struggle but no matter what I do, it happens.”
“… I want you to stay at the hotel. Earlier was my...attempt at an invitation without asking.”
A soft growl broke through. "And who's fault was that? The whole time you were there, you fucking constantly wedged yourself in, pushing us further apart!" He exclaimed, clenching his fists. "No wonder they turn their backs on me, hiding me within the shadows out of fucking shame or some shit." His voice grew quiet as if out a slight sadness and realisation of what was happening.
One that he didn't care to admit or want to.
Vox was the one to mess up that partnership with his team but he didn't want to accept that. He couldn't allow it to be true. A single slither of hope remained even if there was no point.
The male let out a scoff as he leant forward and turned his head away from the deer. "Well, you will be winning fucking millions if you were. It happened and now you are sat with the most hated man in the entirety of Hell, something that I didn't think was possible, considering the obvious." He went quiet as he listened to the other's next words. "'Strive for more'..." He repeated. "Well, you got what you wanted. So congratulations, Alastor. You won."
With that, Vox pushed himself off the bench. "If you wished to be alone, that's all you could've said all those years ago. Maybe things would've been different. We...I would've been different." He uttered before he began walking down the path before coming to a swift halt, a look of shock spread over his screen.
"You what?" The television turned to look towards Alastor once again. "Is this a fucking joke? Me at the hotel. Yeah, that will go down so well like a lead balloon." He said.
"No one would want me to be there. Why bother inviting me?"
me wanting to do specific threads with specific ships and talk to specific people but not messaging any of them bc im Insecure™ and afraid of being annoying
The Vees on a cigarette break. 🚬
I love them SO much OH MY GOD.
I got a little tired of doing lineart recently, so I wanted to draw something quick (ha) without it. I ended up drawing a version of human Vox designed by @redrat-cheesy. Check her twitter!! Honestly, this is my favorite version of him, I can't even take seriously the canon version after seeing this one, he's literally perfect.
day 1: date night/night out for staticmoth week 2026
Rewatched Labyrinth today, of course I had to draw Val as Jareth. Vox then had no choice but to be Sarah lol, just something a little fun 🔮
