Now That's Good Television

indie rp blog for Vox from Hazbin Hotel sideblog to @mymanymerrymuses loved by Luka <3 18+

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An indie rp blog for Vox from Hazbin Hotel Established 08/08/24 (under construction!) Written by Luka <3 (over 21 with 10 years rp experience) Sideblog to @mymanymerrymuses

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[bewitchedmuses]

Alastor closes his eyes as blood fills his mouth. He groans at the taste as his grips tighten, the hand on Vox's cock starts to move stroking him firmly. He releases his bite, forcing himself not to tear flesh as he satisfies himself with licking up the blood. Low growling static is coming from him as he savors his lover's blood, the tingly sensation he got on his tongue from the organic electrical current was a delightful surge. As he's enjoying the taste of blood, his shadowy tendrils were still slithering over Vox and removing his clothing.

He leaned back and pulled Vox up to his feet by his throat. Swiftly kicking the chair out of the way Alastor then pushed his partner down, bending him over the desk and pressing himself up against Vox's ass. The radio demon leans down as his tendrils snatch up Vox's arms to restrain them behind his back.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" Alastor whispers to him in a low seductive tone.

[voxtek-time]

Vox is so full of sensation. Every inch of his skin is alight with Alastor. The sharp pain of his teeth, the warmth of his tongue (and the warmth of Vox's own blood, but he's barely registering that little detail), the cool presence of the tendrils everywhere. Somehow the hand on his cock blurs into the other sensations and simultaneously provides a sharp spike of pleasure.

"Oh!" The sudden movement catches him by surprise, but the way he's pressed against the desk is only welcome. Even the desk's edge digging into him doesn't make it any less enjoyable, it only gives him another reason to press his hips back into Alastor, as close as he can.

"Oh, Alastor. Fuck, yes, it's perfect. Oh, keep going."

[poisonedspider]

"Mmm, pretty sure ah' said funny, not entertainin'." He's being incredibly snarky, but who was Angel Dust without a little bit of sass? He knew damn well the importance to Vox of being an entertainer, all things considered. Angel could understand that - entertaining had been something he had wanted to do as long as he could remember. It was what had made him such a perfect soul to fall into Valentino's hands at the concept of fame.

Speaking of Valentino, Angel knew that the moth was busy, but it didn't stop his heartrate from picking up as they went up to the penthouse. Part of what made this all the more thrilling was the prospect of getting caught, of knowing how much this would absolutely enrage his boss; but the other part knew that if they did get caught, Angel would be the one to suffer. Not Vox. So he was still hyperalert, at least until he was in the other's room.

The spider blinks as he is handed the box, opting to sit on the edge of the older's bed, holding it in his hands for a moment. He was still somewhat expecting this to be some form of twisted prank; maybe the box would be empty, maybe something worse. The man had seemed excited to give this to him though, so he slowly started to open the box up, eyes widening as bit as he did so.

"Wow. It's real beautiful." Maybe not a word that the Overlord would want to hear about one of his many dicks, but it was true. His fingers traced it so delicately, noticing the ombre of colors. Hovering over the veins (thankfully for Vox he hadn't noticed the initials). Tracing over the very defined head. Mismatched eyes moved up, a small smile on his face. "What 'bout me inspired this t' be the final product?"

[voxtek-time]

"Six of one." Vox shrugs, and though the movement could be called dismissive, his expression is anything but. His smile, somewhere between soft and smug, hasn't budged. They're both having fun, Angel laughed, it's all enough to stroke his ego.

His incredibly, incredibly fragile ego.

If he wasn't convinced that Angel would like the attachment, it would have been buried at the back of the drawer to never see the light of day. Only his own pride and the effort each one takes to make keeps him from throwing any out, but if he truly doubted, it would never be used.

Still, despite his confidence, Vox is nervous, and that can't be completely stamped down.

He responds to Angel's small smile with a wide grin. Evidently he's responding well to one of his attachments being called beautiful, or to this one specifically being called beautiful, because his confidence is sky-high.

"Your preferences. Of course it isn't made-to-order, although if it's missing anything you really want I could probably tweak it. But it vibrates. Eight different settings. You can pick your favourite, or we'll cycle through them."

[bewitchedmuses]

Alastor looks up when he hears the light tapping on glass then the sinners voice followed. Muffled by the glass but he's able to pick it up easily like a signal on the airwaves, tuning in directly to Vice's voice frequency. The question is mildly concerning and his pet seems afraid to go to sleep.

"There are ways we sinners can experience death here in hell, but we always come back. Regenerate if needed." Alastor answers truthfully and gets up from his chair to come over to the tank. "Is something bothering you my sweet little pet that has you frightened?" He reaches into the water and gently scoops Vice up to lift him to the surface, other hand strokes down the small sinner's back and tail to provide some physical comfort.

[voxtek-time]

He's trying not to give too much away, but it's a downfall of his. He's always been expressive, and now, Vice's eyes go wide. Spawning in a can seemed a decent punishment, but death, over and over again, that would be the worst sort of punishment.

A small, far away part of his mind wonders if he would regenerate back in his can every time, or if that was a one time deal.

Most of him, however, is bordering on panicking, proven by the way his bioluminescence flickers to life, casting a soft blue glow over Alastor's hands.

"We can die?" Vice repeats, one clawed hand lifting to grip the corner of his screen.

"Then how do I- how can I-" He needs to pull himself together, to figure something out. Or blurt out the problem and hope Alastor can figure something out. Either way.

"Sharks can't sleep! No, they can, but, not without moving. Or without water moving, because- the gills, they breathe but they don't breathe, so the water moves over the gills and- I'm a shark! Or I'm part shark, and I don't know how to sleep!"

[poisonedspider]

Huh. Vox had a sense of humor. That was something he hadn't been expecting. It even made him laugh a little, not a forced fake acting one, but genuine. "Damn, wish ah' had that ability. Think it would solve a lotta' my problems." It must have been nice, being able to control Valentino by simply distracting him with a light source. Hell hadn't handed him a lot of cool powers like his friends. Sometimes he resented that.

He had been about to ask more, feeling a bit more at ease about the whole thing, when Vox had seemed to get distracted. Angel's eyebrow is raising, tilting his head back - not even turning it like a normal person would, but literally tilting it back to look at the disconnected system upside down, giving a hum. Technology. He really knew close to nothing about that shit. He mostly used his phone to take pictures and send silly memes.

"Is it really that hard?" He assumed that Vox, of all people, would easily be able to control and manipulate that. Eyes flicker back to the man, head practically snapping forward, before he's shaking his own. "Ah' just mean...figured yeh'd be good at that since ain't it like...a part of yeh' or some shit? Like if th' whole system disconnects...does that happen t' yeh' too?"

Okay, now he had to ask his curious question. "How th' fuck did yeh' end up bein' a television or whateva' down here anyways? Ain't seein' a lotta' sinnas' like yeh'."

[voxtek-time]

"Not as many as you might expect." Which is, in as much as Vox is likely to tell it, the truth. Valentino is easy to distract by messing with the brightness levels, but that doesn't mean he stays distracted. When he realises Vox tricked him, he's likely to throw a tantrum, and Angel already knows what the moth's tantrums can be like. Ah well, sometimes, to Vox, they're worth the trouble.

His focus is on the monitors, and how much of a headache he'll have after fixing this mess. Or, it should be, but seeing Angel bend backwards while still sitting on Vox's (embarrassingly bare) lap is a distraction all on its own. Whether that's the effect of the virus or just Angel Dust being as sexy as he is, Vox can't even say. All he can do is clear his throat and pretend nothing happened.

A task that might be easier if his hands weren't still on Angel's hips, and hadn't gripped lightly without him even telling them to.

"It is part of me, or I'm part of it, but that's the problem. Getting into the systems is much harder if I can't put myself there. It's like-" absolutely nothing biological he ever experienced, so trying to come up with a comparison might be harder than anything else he has to do today, "Like trying to pull out a splinter, but your hand is in the next room."

Vox has answered one question, as best he can, but the next only earns an unimpressed glare in response. Beyond that, he ignores it completely.

"Scooch toward me a little, or move to one side. I need to reach my keyboard and you're in the way."

[bewitchedmuses]

Alastor watched with complete fascination for the small shark sinner. observing how he would circle the shrimp before lunging, tearing into it viciously. The radio demon loved it. Such murderous intent in such a small package, Alastor admired it greatly. He enjoyed his meal and gazing at Vice, wondering if he would stay this size or if he could grow and evolve. It was a nice thought that one day Vice could come hunting with him in hell and join him for a broadcast.

The filter on the aquarium did it's job and despite the mess the shark sinner made, the water would cycle through and clear up. After lunch Alastor continued on with his day, Vice would see him going from room to room doing who knows what. Just letting the sinner be for now to allow Vice to get comfortable. In the evening he'd dim the lights and would lay down on the couch with a book to read, the radio in the room would turn itself on and start playing jazz.

[voxtek-time]

A matter of hours ago, Vice was terrified. Waking up trapped in a dark metal box, unable to move his legs only to find he didn't have legs to move, meeting Alastor, without knowing if the stag meant to kill him or not, it was all so frightening. And that's saying nothing of a few hours before that, when electricity coursed through his body and stole his breath.

Now though, for the first time in a lot longer than a few hours, things are looking up. He's got a full stomach, a huge (comparative to him, anyway) home to explore, and the company of Alastor. Even with the other coming in and out of the room, his presence is nice. Each time he reappears, Vice pops out from whatever hidey-hole he's investigating at the time and swims closer to the front of the tank, curiosity leading him.

The day wears on, Alastor stops coming and going and settles, and all of his excitement and exploration has Vice growing tired. The sound of the radio is comforting, in a way he didn't expect, but as he slowly swims from one hide to another to pick where he should sleep, a thought occurs to him.

How does he sleep, in this strange new body? He's part shark now, as far as he can tell, and some sharks rest more than sleeping, staying in motion to keep their breathing going. Others, he read once, sleep facing the current; but his aquarium doesn't have a current to face. If he stops moving, and there's no current to move over him, what would even happen? Vice swims a small, hesitant circle, then moves to the front of the tank, tapping sharp claws against the glass.

"Alastor? I, uh.. I have a question." Several, actually, but one will help him figure out which of the others to worry about most. "I'm...we're in hell, so we're...dead. And, that's it, right? We die once and then we're here...forever?"

[voxtek-time]

New tiny thing I'll be adding to my rules when I'm next on desktop

I do specify in the tags whether an open starter is mutuals only, but regardless of whether one is or not, you do need to actually be an rp blog replying to it if you reblog one.

Like them, sure, but don't reblog rp stuff if you're not rping

[voxtek-time]

Okay I know I've barely been online but WHAT IF I added a new muse over on my multi and WHAT IF he was a super cool trickster god who can turn into a chicken and WHAT IF you guys came over to my multi to write with him.

What then, huh

[voxtek-time]

I did it. I added Eshu, Orisha of Crossroads as a muse on my multi, @mymanymerrymuses

If anybody wants him, he is over there now ^-^

[bewitchedmuses]

Alastor was giddy to see his new pet was excited about the aquarium made just for him. After the shark sinner was placed in he leaned back down to watch him explore. This was far more room than the bag, 300 gallon tank big, he wanted to make sure Vice had plenty of room to dart around and space to expand. He grinned widely and placed his hand on the glass as he watched the little one explore then dart into the skull. Seeing the bright glow made him giggle.

"You are so darn cute~ You like your gator skull?" He asked and tilted his head to peek into it to get a better look at Vice. "I'll let you get settled in." Alastor would leave Vice to enjoy his aquarium and would go about the rest of the day doing various things. He'd make lunch for himself and thawed out a one of the large shrimp to bring to Vice and drop in the tank for him, sitting down to eat and watching Vice in the tank tearing apart his meal.

[voxtek-time]

If it's even possible, there's almost too much room in here, and he loves it. Vice can swim in any direction and almost forget there's glass ahead of him. It feels like the vast openness of an ocean, only better than a real ocean could ever be.

There are no predators here, nothing to disrupt him as he explores and tests the full limits of what this body can do. Vice was right, though his guesses were based on how it felt to move in the bag, there is power in his tail, strength in the way it cuts sharp lines in the water. There is one predator here, actually. It's him, happily flashing his sharp teeth and ready to show any creature that dares enter his territory who's in charge in this tank.

The fact that the creature that does dare enter his territory is a frozen-thawed shrimp, unable to pose any threat, or even react to the threat Vice poses is utterly irrelevant. He's on high alert the moment the shrimp touches the water, emerging from the skull he'd returned to hiding in to swim in a wide arc around his prey. He doubles back on himself, tracing a smaller arc back through the water. Drawing closer, but not too quickly, as though he could be detected and evaded at any moment.

From behind the back of the shrimp that couldn't possibly see him anyway, Vice seizes his moment, flexing his shoulders and darting forwards to snatch the shrimp up. Sharp claws and sharper teeth dig into the meat, and he feasts.

Hopefully Alastor still likes his new pet now he's showing himself as a hunter.

[voxtek-time]

Ah yes, the perfect breakfast.

One chocolate brownie and a giant cup of coffee. Now he's ready to work.

[voxtek-time]

Okay I know I've barely been online but WHAT IF I added a new muse over on my multi and WHAT IF he was a super cool trickster god who can turn into a chicken and WHAT IF you guys came over to my multi to write with him.

What then, huh

[voxtek-time]

I did it. I added Eshu, Orisha of Crossroads as a muse on my multi, @mymanymerrymuses

If anybody wants him, he is over there now ^-^

[voxtek-time]

Okay I know I've barely been online but WHAT IF I added a new muse over on my multi and WHAT IF he was a super cool trickster god who can turn into a chicken and WHAT IF you guys came over to my multi to write with him.

What then, huh

[voxtek-time]

I did it. I added Eshu, Orisha of Crossroads as a muse on my multi, @mymanymerrymuses

If anybody wants him, he is over there now ^-^

[voxtek-time]

Okay I know I've barely been online but WHAT IF I added a new muse over on my multi and WHAT IF he was a super cool trickster god who can turn into a chicken and WHAT IF you guys came over to my multi to write with him.

What then, huh

[faterpresources]

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Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (please remember to specify how many muses/which muses for multimuses!)

[voxtek-time]

Aaaaand the age verification bullshit has hit my blog.

Anything tumblr thinks is too mature for innocent eyes I cannot see because the verification system DOESN'T WORK

But surely I won't miss out on many posts, I'm only a hazbin hotel roleplay blog

So anything I miss, replies, tags, whatever, this will probably be why. I will keep trying to get full access back asap

[poisonedspider]

Good. Vox could soothe Valentino's rough moods. In a way, so could Angel. It really just depended on what the moth was pissed about. Angel understood Valentino on an emotional level that Vox may not understand, if only because Angel and Val - unfortunately - were knit from the same cloth in so many ways. But Valentino didn't respect him. That was where Vox came in handy.

His thoughts about how Valentino might handle this all were broken at the man's joke, Angel laughing. Genuinely. None of his fake ass performance laughter, or even trying to appease Vox like he clearly had just been after their little slip. It reached his eyes, something that rarely happened in the presence of any of the Vees, snorting in amusement. "Damn, and yeh' funny, too. Didn't know yeh' had it in yeh'." Apparently they were both making assumptions.

His smile doesn't falter as hands find his own, dainty grip in large clawed hands, letting the man pull him off his desk. He made his own choice to unwrap his arms from the Overlord's neck, if only so they could actually walk upstairs without doing an awkward waddle. "Mm, ah' think anythin' t' do wit' sex is pretty wonderful so don't think nothin' yeh' show me will dissappoint."

[voxtek-time]

Dealing with Valentino, in Vox's mind, is always like dealing with a brand new business partner. Sure, they've been working together a long time, but every time Val really flips out, Vox has to find the balance. What can he sacrifice to make Valentino happy, and what can he get in return to make that sacrifice worth it?

This time whatever he sacrifices has to be worth less than one-on-one time with Angel Dust, and whether he views that from a personal angel or a financial one, that gives him a lot of options.

Options he can pick from later, because he's getting what he wants first. And he's having fun getting it. Vox's smile is as real as Angel's laughter.

"I have been known to be entertaining." And creative, though that's something far fewer people have truly seen him be. But he's showing Angel Dust now.

Holding the spider's hand, Vox leads the way from his office to the penthouse, then further into his room to find the personalised attachment.

"Here we go." It isn't difficult to find. Vox left his new ones out of his collection, for now, each sitting in its own box on top of the drawer he keeps his others in. He knows which is Angel's without opening the lids, and turns to hand it over still closed.

"This one is for you. Well, for me, it's not a dildo, but it's for me for you." From the first design stage it was made with Angel in mind. Which is why inside that box is an attachment roughly eight inches long and plenty thick, the same blue as Vox's skin at the base but fading through purple into a flushed pink at the tip. The details are natural in their design, with a defined head, and raised ridges on the underside intended to almost resemble veins. Almost, because disguised and (Vox hopes) secret in those ridges are two small letters: an A and a D.

[bewitchedmuses]

Claws grasping at his partner's throat, his grip slowly tightening as his other hand is effortlessly undoing Vox's belt and pants to slip his hand beneath. His grin widens at the response and chuckle to the kind of mood he was in. "You just taste so delicious." Alastor leans down to lick at his partner's screen.

"And I love leaving my marks all over you." As he speaks two shadowy tendrils snake over Vox's body to undo the tie and buttons before pulling open the media overlord's shirt. Exposing the dark blue skin Alastor leans down kissing along Vox's shoulder then biting down as his hand finds Vox's cock to wrap around.

[voxtek-time]

Vox is completely at Alastor's mercy, and that's exactly where he wants to be. There's little better than this feeling, submitting himself to the hand around his throat. His own hand comes up to touch, not pulling to loosen Alastor's fingers, but resting atop them, almost tentative.

"I know you do." There's a more sarcastic comment lurking behind that easy acknowledgement, ready to slip out and tease, to challenge Alastor to be rough. But the stag takes the initiative, and Vox's words are stolen, replaced by a breathless moan.

The pain in his shoulder registers in the same second as the pleasure from the touch on his cock. Vox leans towards Alastor - into the bite - and his hips jerk in his chair.

"Oh. Fuck, Alastor.."