Hell Belongs to the Vees!

indie private selective multiverse vox from hazbin hotel. canon divergent and barely canon compliant. mutuals only. 21+. personals and minors DNI

[voxtekcrown]

Overlord Vox CO-KING OF HELL hazbin hotel indie crossover rp blog affiliated with @burningfeathersx, written by alex (21+) - canon divergent vox - private/selective/mutuals only

PROFILE || OOC/RULES || HEADCANONS

[radioiaci]

"Yes, if only because one is required of me and the other is not," Alastor grunted in turn, unable to elaborate beyond that. Not that he believed Vox needed a hand-hold to figure out that the radio demon was bound by something or other to the princess and her shenanigans - otherwise he would not be there at all.

He eyed Vox's sour expression that appeared soon after, watching him as he decided to slowly, steadily shift so that he was laying on desk - or counter - or console... whatever it was - instead, giving a lazy stretch, not unlike some kind of large and lanky cat.

"In that case... I suppose it would not kill them to go without me for a little while."

Alastor could not say for how long, necessarily - but having Vox nearby felt better to him, in the moment, than not.

The real Vox.

[voxtekcrown]

"Hey - careful!" Antennas sparked when he watched Alastor lay across the console, quick to disable it before anything was actually messed with. He gave a huff and crossed his arms. "Might kill me and my workplace, though."

As if he hadn't invited Alastor in the first place but SHHHH. Vox was only bitching to bitch now. Not that it lasted for long as he leaned forward to grin at the other overlord.

"Since there's no bed in here, guess you'll have to sleep on my lap."

[radioiaci]

"Mm, yes - all of my scheming to unclog toilets and chase away degenerates like the world's least appreciated hound," Alastor griped as he stepped over to where he could settle himself onto one of the desks, likely not looking much better than Vox, but occupying himself with sipping at the coffee he'd brought for himself.

One of his ears twitched gently as Vox made his not-so-subtle proposal, giving him a sidelong glance before breathing out a small snuff.

"...You're not going to make me do any work, are you? Because if I must do that, I would much rather be in proximity to my bayou so that I can sink into mud in my free time." And his nose wrinkled. If he was going to be here, he was going to be lazy.

[voxtekcrown]

Call them a couple of Slumlords. Whoever does will likely wind up double-dead! Vox snorted some into his coffee, leaning back in his chair as he studied Alastor. "Oh, so they can get you to clean toilets but if I ask you to look at an e-mail or two, you're out?" Joking, raising an eyebrow fondly before he waved his free hand dismissively.

"I wouldn't even know what to throw you at, right now, anyway. I've got the most boring shit leftovers to deal with."

[burningfeathersx]

The flick of his stare that went to Vox's face then away was guilty.

He used to Know more. Right then, all he knew, is that him and Stan would continue to be locked in orbit for better or worse or stasis if nothing at all.

Eli the gravity well at the center of their endless revolving impacts and spin aways.

He knew, to some extent, that hurt Rook and Vox to watch and tolerate.

Had a lot of words caught up in the back of his throat. He tipped back his glass an then just put his head against Vox's upper arm. About head height for him. That's all he had figured out right then.

[voxtekcrown]

Vox leaned more gently next to Lucifer in response, setting his glass aside in the silence of the answer. He'd been more prone to anger and frustration in the past in the earlier throes of their relationship. The reflection was more understandable than seeking retaliation these days.

Eventually, he tilted his screen down to press a static-fuzzy fueled kiss to Lucifer's forehead. Neither was alone in this, at least.

[radioiaci]

"Yes," came the quick response. "You should have."

But he could not be too upset by the other's desire to keep it under wraps, knowing that he himself might have done something similar. (And had, at some point, after his battle with Adam when he'd deigned to slink off for at least a few days to recover from his overwhelming loss.)

His only excuse was that then, he and Vox had not exactly been close.

Alastor did not have much motivation to berate him otherwise, his own feelings about all that had happened still remarkably tender in spite of his obvious attempts to pretend that it was not the case. He was not interested in parenting, at any rate, and as he reached to pluck one of the coffees from where he set it down, to then set it next to where Vox was, his expression hopefully spoke of his lack of any real anger.

"At the very least, I could have holed up in here with you," he muttered soon after. "You know I am constantly looking for any excuse to get away from those people."

[voxtekcrown]

Vox tried not to wince around the piece of chocolate at Alastor's response, shoulders sagging a bit. He side eyed the coffee and eventually picked it up, tapping his claws against the styrofoam, chuckling. "What? And interrupt your scheming in that hotel of yours?"

His smile was a tiny bit forced before he busied himself with a generous sip of coffee. As if his blood wasn't 90% of it at this point. "But I mean...you can still do that now, if you really want to," he muttered, avoiding Alastor's eyes. So if Al said 'no' it wouldn't upset him all that much. Clearly.

He did like hearing, however, that he was far better company.

[voxtekcrown]

You might have a flat screen but you really put the tits into the term boob tube

...

[voxtekcrown]

don't mind me still thinking about the Don't You Forget Reprise

pretty sure it's my fave song from season two assfdsfd dont look at me

[burningfeathersx]

Grunted back. Still cautious about 'changes' since the last Mantle driven fallout. But...

He couldn't say people never change. They do. Maybe not their cores, the parts that hold the fundamentals. Like Lucifer's hard head. But people only stay the same when they make the, sometimes deeply subconscious, effort to never change.

He just...thought they were apart from that. He was a Role. A Mantle. Title. Concept. Idea. Fixed. Him and Stan. Somehow a little to the left of Change. Glancing a relationship with it at best.

Then Things Happened.

For everyone. Vox, too.

Him and uncertainty were not good bed fellows. It was going to plague him until he made some kind peace with it. He was, somewhat, slowly. There was just more to deal with, he felt, that he was actively ignoring. Hoping, silently, that it would go away.

"I'm sure he'll break my nose next time. Keep up a tally." He finally said while looking into his cup.

[voxtekcrown]

Vox glanced towards him, thoughtful, before returning to his own drink and his own reflection before taking a longer drink. "And if he doesn't?"

Maybe not his place to ask. Not as if he hadn't been in a similar situation. Things seeming to be improving before the proverbial drink is thrown and smashed at his screen.

Val had gotten better, though. So couldn't Stan? Might be stupid to hope, since it was that kind of thinking that continued the endless cycle in the first place but. Eh. It is what it is.

[voxtekcrown]

this was perfect! i love the character animations for both vox and charlie, so expressive

[voxtekcrown]

im sorry every time i write vox being snarky and mean to people this song and video is playing in my head against my will now. it fits my vox's vibes so well lmaoo

"they don't apply. to. mE"

[disasterghaster]

@voxtekcrown replied to your post “"One of these days I AM going to kill him and it...”:

Long suffering sigh. "I know. I'm just SAYING."

​"Mhm. You can SAY it." She nodded back before looking around, finding no one, and sneaking in a kiss to his screen corner. There-there.

[voxtekcrown]

Earned a screen blush and a grumble grumble, but he was placated. For now.

[werecatastrophe]

"Is somebody hangry? Do you need a snack?"

CALLING HIS BLUFF! He doesn't actually think Vox is stupid! And he's pretty sure that most of the time Vox knows that it's way more effective to go for Lark's heart rather than his body!

"Oh dear, I shouldn't bother you in such a delicate state...Let me just get outta your hair. Feel better soon!"

[voxtekcrown]

"I will make your death look like an accident." He adjusted his bowtie, keeping calm, before smiling and waving as Lark left.

[burningfeathersx]

"How's it goin', boss?" Teasing tone but Vox was still going to check in on Lucifer after he saw Stan, even if the interaction seemed relatively. Uh. Normal? Ish?

As relatively 'calm' as that interaction had been, Stan had a way of leaving him a bit...off kilter. Not to mention having a 'difference' be noticed.

He lifted a shoulder in a shrug while tipping back his drink of whiskey.

"He's being strange. Which isn't unusual." Instead of being openly unsettled.

[voxtekcrown]

"Not a bad strange, as far as I can tell, at least," Vox mused as he made his way over to pour himself his own glass of whiskey. Keeping close without immediately crowding Lucifer unless he wanted it. He took a sip from his tumbler.

It'd been a strange year for himself, too, if he was honest with himself. Maybe it wasn't just him and Lucifer.

[werecatastrophe]

Lark glared at him, then crossed his arms, ROLLED his eyes, and loudly announced, "Gawwwwd, you're so moody! What is it, shark week?"

HA

[voxtekcrown]

"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I won't taser your ass," Vox warned, letting his claws spark threatening towards Lark. Obviously bluffing but HE didn't need to know that!

[werecatastrophe]

OPE.

Yeah, that stopped him.

"...It'll break when I WANT it to break." Which will be eventually. Fuck you.

[voxtekcrown]

Vox squinted at him, wondering if Lark was joking or actually serious. And with the catman's weird as fuck magic, who the fuck knows at this point?

"Sure. Have fun with that."

[kingdomofbellows]

“Perfect! You can help me compare pictures. I’d love if we can get someone who looks similar to Lucifer but he has such striking features that it may be hard so I’ll take close enough.” She grins mischievously. “Maybe I’ll choose someone tall.”

[voxtekcrown]

"With the help of my reach, I'm sure we'll find a match," Vox hummed, quite sure his tech would get them somewhere.

His grin matched hers, however. "Oh, how very devilish of you~."

[werecatastrophe]

LAUGHING HARDER.

[voxtekcrown]

"You done? Laugh any harder and your water might break."

[radioiaci]

"...You win a chance to beg for one," Alastor replied, glancing over his shoulder at the other.

He ultimately could not resist that face, no, but he could put up a good fake fight in the process!

[voxtekcrown]

"Pfft, come ooon. I haven't even called you Bambi in, like, months. That counts for something, right?"

Breaking his heart here, as he clutches at his chest, pouting.