[VOX of VOKTEK has stepped back from his role as CEO to spend more time with his [CHILDREN] *SHARK*
[OR]
{VOX's MR. ROGERS REBRAND.]
Vox RP BLOG:
"I really don't see how puttin' on a fuckin sweater vest and posting photo's of SHOCK.WAV is gonna rebuild my rep, but Vel said I don't have a choice, so hi."
OOC: Hiii! @terriblealastorart here!! This is my VOX rp blog. So basically. the idea here is this blog is set post season 2, in a universe where Vox is back in an old version of his body as a "temp" thing. He's having a rebrand, Vel's directing it. I'm new to fucking with Vox so it might take me a bit to get into this! OOC talk will look like this!! Vox's text will look like it does above. This RP blog is open to rping with others! I'm still learning how to RP on here, so forgive me! Fine with doubles, ocs, etc!
"I'm still grappling with the fact you left Voxtek to work at that freaking hotel, now you're cozy with the two most notorious cannibal overlords in hell?? Side quests much??"
"DO I NEED TO EAT SINNERS?? Is that like the cheat code?... Computer...how to eat sinners without actually eating sinners..."
[You heard it here folks, we've got a whole bunch of cancelled warm weather orders, so we're having a 50% off summer sale! It all has to GOOO! Ever wanted to look like a vintage bombshell or a Victorian coal miner at the beach! You're in luck, summer dresses, vintage swimwear, and more! This sale applies both in-store and online!]
[Inquire about Alterations at our hell mail inbox.]
[You heard it here folks, we've got a whole bunch of cancelled warm weather orders, so we're having a 50% off summer sale! It all has to GOOO! Ever wanted to look like a vintage bombshell or a Victorian coal miner at the beach! You're in luck, summer dresses, vintage swimwear, and more! This sale applies both in-store and online!]
[Inquire about Alterations at our hell mail inbox.]
[You heard it here folks, we've got a whole bunch of cancelled warm weather orders, so we're having a 50% off summer sale! It all has to GOOO! Ever wanted to look like a vintage bombshell or a Victorian coal miner at the beach! You're in luck, summer dresses, vintage swimwear, and more! This sale applies both in-store and online!]
[Inquire about Alterations at our hell mail inbox.]
"I'm looking for a twist on the usual cannibal cuisine! It's me and ex-husbands anniversary soon and I think he's getting bored of how I've been cooking him the past 60 or so years, any suggestions?"
-Mutton.
For Buckshot Wen
"Sweetie! Coral wanted me to remind you that you're always invited for tea and lady fingers at our place!! She's wants to share gossip or something she said, flys over my head these days. I don't question her."
-Mutton.
"Ah, the same routine can get boring, can't it, dear? I say you deserve a nice treat- why not candy him this year? Wendy was showing me these lollipops with arachnids and other bugs preserved inside them.... perhaps make him into something of that sort? I wish you a happy anniversary, my dear Mutton!"
"Tea? I love tea! And fingers! and ladies! and lady fingers!!!! And gossip too, I think! I've never had anyone to gossip with.... I usually just watch YouTube drama recaps..... have you gals ever heard about a fellow by the name of.... Jeffrey Star? Cus oh boy do I got some dirt on him! And then that also leads into Shane Dawson and once we're into Shane Dawson we might aswell dip our toes into Onision and...."
And the deer god is tired of naming problematic youtubers, but Wen goes on and on.
“Oh! Do you mean Vox-tube? Coral and I watch the cutest little fox on there, I could just eat him up! I probably will once soon! I hear he likes having a bite or two taken out of him!”
“I wish I could candy the bastard, but there’s no amount of sugar in the world that could sweeten up that bastard!”
“You could always eat one of your other ex husbands-“
“No no I actually get along with them, no point in eating an ex husband you get along with! Just ask Rosie, she’s an expert.”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Yes! Wen was quite helpful with understanding all this social media! I can now block tags, and clown on you picture box! (Am I using your youthful inter web terms correctly?)”
“I hope you realize you’ve unleashed a menace to society onto the hellnet, because we’re in hell, so everything has hell or something else in the name, like this can of Dr. 666 or the coke cola or the hell sprite which is just hot flat sprite.”
Vox hums.
“We’re launching a new veetek product actually, it’s soda, but you have to buy the  carbonation separately.”
“Instead of rotting your teeth, Vincent’s new soda (hold the pop) is hot sugar water, which is all the more reason you should pay Rosie a visit instead! What is hot sugar water, but just tea? Really Vincent, where’s the originality? All these half baked ideas, it’s really quite sad...”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Yes! Wen was quite helpful with understanding all this social media! I can now block tags, and clown on you picture box! (Am I using your youthful inter web terms correctly?)”
“I hope you realize you’ve unleashed a menace to society onto the hellnet, because we’re in hell, so everything has hell or something else in the name, like this can of Dr. 666 or the coke cola or the hell sprite which is just hot flat sprite.”
Vox hums.
“We’re launching a new veetek product actually, it’s soda, but you have to buy the  carbonation separately.”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
“Me and Val, are still ‘on a break’, which is maybe honestly a good thing. I had no time to purse my hobbies of booby trapped gameshow equipment and  crochet.”
Belle scoffed, shifting the receiver between her head and shoulder as she curled the cord around a finger.
“I don’t think I can! If you recall, he goes by Frankie, and incase all damage you sustained to that head of yours last week  scrambled your brain like a fried egg, it’s spelled F-R-A-N-K-I-E.”
Manicured nails tap against a memo pad, pen held between two fingers as she listens to some other nonsense coming from the media overlord.
“And I told you that those stage lights dry him out! He needs to be well fed in order to stay hydrated and I don’t see you providing additional snacks!”
tw for marking/branding, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm, name carving, and mentions of alcohol!
Lil note: if Alastor is out of character, my bad, I don't write him often lol. Oh! And Fawn tag: @dawn-of-fawn
Fetch had just been expecting the night of his and Alastor's anniversary to be the normal things—cake, gifts, wine, and then them both getting horrendously drunk and falling asleep.
This absolutely did not go as planned.
What Fetch hadn't expected was for Alastor to find out about what happened with Don years ago due to him seeing the scar on his inner thigh that was carried from life. It turned into a long conversation—about the self harm he did to prove loyalty, the terms he had to use, the threats, the...punishments, all of it. Alastor was livid. Not at Fetch, no, his poor deerheart was abused and manipulated, he was pissed at this Don person.
“Darling, may I get a better look at the scar please?” Alastor asked, his ears were in a backwards lean from anger but he was trying to stay calm for Fetch—he knows how sensitive the shark is to anger even when it's not directed at him.
“Yeah, sure?” Fetch nodded, removing just his pants and pushing up his boxers slightly to show the scar. A messily carved heart with Don Doe in the middle.
Alastor traced his finger over the scar, “Do you wish for his name to be removed, Fetch?”
“I—..... yeah, more than anything,” the shark overlord nodded.
“Stay still, this may hurt but I have an idea,” Alastor warned before he used his magic to burn the name away before he neatly wrote something down with the tip of his finger.
In gorgeous handwriting, was an A circled in a neat heart. While Fetch should've been mad Alastor did that to leave his own possessive mark, he found it oddly sweet. The old pain that haunts him being replaced with a much sweeter feeling.
“Al', was this driven by you just wanting to be a little possessive?” Fetch chuckled softly, gently dragging Alastor up to him to sit in his lap. Alastor let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps, that and I know how scars can hurt. Sometimes it's better to simply replace them with something different,” Alastor buried his face in Fetch's shoulder, smile softening.
“Sort of like when people cover up a tattoo, which I've had to do before,” Fetch moved his hand to Alastor's waist, “Thanks, Alastor, I do prefer your name over his. Or, I guess, your initial.”
“Its no problem, my sweet shark, I will always be glad to cover up any marks with my own if it makes you smile so adorably.”
“I love you,” Fetch mumbled softly, petting one of Alastor's ears.
“...I love you too, Mick,” Alastor leaned his head up again and pressing a small kiss to Fetch's snoot.
“Vincent, I am once again asking you to walk off a clean 100 ft drop! For all of our sakes introduce your screen to the cool, hard concrete of a Dennys parking lot! As not a single soul in hell invitees you to stick your trifling head of mechanisms into this operation!”
“It was obviously your ugly mug that caused his unfortunate passing. Not all of us are built to withstand such direct eye contact with hideous creations such as yourself.”
