If someone catches them at this moment, they will pretend that they are trying to rape each other, because the truth is even more personal and intimate for them.
It's no joke, but I know a married couple where he works as a "soldier of fortune," and despite being Australian, he's adopted a strange notion from his African colleagues.
In some cultures, a wife's infidelity isn't considered to be an affair or sex with another man, but rather when she feeds him food she's cooked.
There's a rather complex system of rules, such as the right for a wife to feed her relatives of both sexes, other women, other people's children, and other people's elderly of both sexes, but never another man's man (and feeding someone else's nearly adult son is considered doubtful).
On the one hand, it's funny and sweet, but the guys take it completely seriously, and according to them, there have been some pretty serious precedents that ended in duels, injuries, and divorces/family breakdowns when this became public knowledge.
One day, my friend from this couple saw a photo on social media of their mutual friend's field kitchen during her last deployment, and how the guys were cooking pilaf. She made a mock scene with him, saying, "Let your Black Water whore cook for you now," and he tried to persuade her not to tell everyone and that this rule doesn't apply to men.
Let's continue this theme and say that he was stolen from Joy and Sorrow. Joy, either out of grief or shock, cut herself gigantic and ceased to be herself. And then, instead of a son, Boss was given a child with the superpower of becoming invisible and hiding literally in an empty room. She raises and trains him as her own. Moreover, it's quite possible that for Boss and Sorrow, he becomes a third partner in their bed - that's how strong their bond is.
In the name of peace and to avoid mutual self-destruction of humanity, they and their squad are forced to play the role of traitors and defectors and abandon Jack. But these monsters send the now-adult Jack on their trail, like a dog, to cover their asses in command and kill the entire squad. Volgin also drags a Chinese spy and their SON into this jungle, who immediately develops a hyper-fixation on Jack.
One by one, Jack kills the people who have become his surrogate family, while both he and these people pretend to see each other for the first time. God, it must be as painful as all those broken bones and burns from the mini-nuclear explosion he had to heal for a couple of months, after which Zero threw him back into that forest with the command "Get it!"
And Adam, losing his mind from emotion, literally leaps onto and then out of the plane as it takes off. And for the rest of his life, he is doomed to be a toady to a gradually demented dictator with a nuclear briefcase, who built his "Heaven" on Zanzibar for shell-shocked "Rambo" types like himself and drowned the entire world in war and blood.
And we haven't even touched on the fact that Ocelot was literally a stepmother to one of the US presidents and a psychotic African-British savages who led his own squad of X-Men terrorists.
I, like I’m sure more than a few Vox fans, have at least gotten a bit interested in sharks because of him and recently, I was wondering how sharks sleep. I found this article by Brittanica that explains that most sharks actually don’t, they just have this state of deep rest where (most of them) keep their eyes and mouth open the entire time.
I’ve only ever thought of Vox sleeping or powering off like a tv but having him rest like a shark also might be fun. It wouldn’t be his primary form of rest (he would still power off or sleep) but it could be something between a nap and spacing out for him. Something he might do, maybe even against his will, when he is exhausted and needs to sleep.
Which Vox, the ever workaholic is often. I can just slipping into the state during a meeting or at his desk and completely forgetting time.
My favorite thought though is if, when he finally does drag himself to bed, he doesn’t quite make it and accidentally slips into that state while he was paused at the foot of his and Valentino’s bed for some reason. I can’t be the only one who’s spaced out when tierd but for him it’s much deeper and he could be there for hours, eyes wide and mouth agape.
So can you imagine Valentino, barely conscious in the middle of the night as he turns over or something and he blearily sees this at the end of his bed.
He doesn’t need a sleep paralysis demon—he’s got overworked Vox.
I promise this is my last draft of Vax and the Hellverse on my blog
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Sorry (no), but I see that underneath that butterfly fluff and cashmere scarf are mandibles and claws that even the lesser houses of Goetia should avoid.
Once, somewhere in Hell - in the Pride Ring, at the intersection of Red Light Street and Cockfight Alley, in the Ladyboys' Quarter, inside the restaurant “The last Michelin star”:
Vox: Victor Vertex Vincent the Third Whitmann!
Vax: *presses his right hand over his speaker* Don’t worry about it.
Vox: Your mutual whining session can wait. You’re about to have a couple more topics to cry over with Marilyn Monroe.
Vax: Norma, I’ll call you tomorrow once I reach the airport… Don’t worry, I was raised in a Pride Ring speakeasy. *lowers his hand*
Vox: *Valentino’s recorded voice* [HIJO DE PUTA!!!]
Vax: Mom found out about-?
Vox: What the hell were you thinking?! Stealing from Valentino himself?! They re-kill people here for less!
Vax: I needed early graduation clearance from the Academy. I can’t be in two places at once. Not yet.
Vox: I thought when we enrolled you in Mammon University you’d dropped this idiotic Earth obsession! Have you seen what’s happening in the news over there?
Vax: Those are your news feeds.
Vox: And there are plenty of bastards like me on Earth. The difference is - unlike Hell, they don’t know you’re the son of a bastard with demonic authority. How did you even come up with that “backward compatibility” stunt? What if my parts didn’t just detach but grafted onto your biopolymer carcass?
Vax: Strict parents raise clever children. How did you figure it out? I returned them to the same nightstand drawer where you stash them during the day.
Vox: After cutting twenty minutes from the bedroom security footage. A freeze-frame of Shark-Wave sleeping in anything but his favorite pose? Totally inconspicuous loop, sure.
Vax: Judas.
Vox: Alright, mister. You’ve got two paths: Valentino’s bitch for eternity, or you are Princess Charlotte. And I don’t see a Morningstars fire diadem on your head.
Vax: You’re not angry?
Vox: Over trinkets that legally belong to Valentino? No. I’m furious that you keep sabotaging your future - and my legacy - with your idiotic plan to conquer the living world!
Vax: I’m capable of finishing both Greed University and the Tempters’ Academy. The deal was simple: I bring you a financial risk manager’s diploma, and you stop interfering in my life and my plans.
Vox: Plans?! Do whatever you want - you’ll flunk out the moment practical coursework begins! You can’t bluff a faculty forever with Valentino’s-son privilege. And flashing four dicks and dropping tentacles in front of the dean’s office won’t save you next time.
Vax: *closes the menu, hands it over* Actually - to hell with the diet. Shark fin soup.
Vox: And make sure they both get proper prosthetics before you toss them back into the Pacific. *smirks*
Demon Waiter: *leaves, casting a wary glance at the Overlords’ table*
Vox: You’ve been disappearing into the Sloth Ring more and more. The cyberpunk arcologies of Belphegor are seductive. She can claim she’s nothing like the other Sin Lords all she wants - that only makes her more dangerous. Ask Velvette and Baxter. lowers his voice And you intend to exploit that creature. Desperate fool.
Vax: How do you-? Mr. Jobs.
Vox: Everything that reaches that filthy hypocritical hippie-capitalist’s ears ends up on my desk. Just because he’s the only one who understands how thoughts move around inside your iPad head doesn’t mean he knows which thoughts are moving.
Vax: I am a separate, complete individual. I make my own decisions and bear responsibility for them.
Vox: Convenient to “bear responsibility” when both your educations are paid for with Daddy’s credit card.
Vax: You’re no longer in a position to blackmail me with money. I solve my own problems. I have my own resources. My own connections.
Vox: Connections?! Next time your monitor swivels toward Carmilla’s youngest daughter, I might not activate “diplomatic immunity” before her stepfather’s spider legs reach you! Hentai Romeo!
Vax: Our relationship is strictly professional!
Vox: That’s what they call it now, sure! I just got used to being a father and you’re already threatening to make me a grandfather!
Vax: You’re the one whose business professionalism coexists with dragging both partners into bed.
Vox: *quiet, genuine threat* Bite both your tongues, runt, before you lose them. Today that dominatrix larva in a lab coat straps electrodes to your tentacles; tomorrow she’s mass-producing her own army of Hellish TV-headed automatons. Your arrogance will get you killed one day - if not in Hell, then on Earth. Vees’ patronage is powerful, but not omnipotent.
Vax: Patronage?! You hired imps to follow me on Earth!
Vox: Yes, these bastards dirty operators - but who else could’ve delivered Brian Thompson to me in half a day so he’d beg to become my new chief accountant?
Vax: Dirty?! They burned down Notre Dame Cathedral!
Vox: Overhead costs of monopoly.
Vax: Do I not get presumption of innocence? Even a little trust?
Vox: Is that rhetorical? You’re a biomechanical construct forged in Hell by two men, adopted by two men who run this place.
Vax: Even so - can’t I be worthy simply by existing? Why must everything be earned? Does unconditional love have to be deserved?
Vox: …
Vax: …
Vox: I was trying to determine whether that was sarcasm. Your usual zoomer pseudo-psych garbage - slapping labels on everything, then playing emotionally disabled and assuming that makes you right.
Vax: What do you want from me?
Vox: What about me in your system? Haven’t I earned gratitude for my duties? I could’ve dumped you on nannies and your mother. Instead I raised not a “dynastic shame,” but an heir. I changed your diapers are full of neuroslap!
Vax: *applauds sarcastically with both pairs of hands* Bravo, Lord Vox. Heroic feats of baseline parenting. Let’s not pretend you don’t devalue anyone the moment you squeeze praise out of them. And then all of VoxTek is hunting for you in Cannibal Quarter during deer season. That trick doesn’t work on me anymore.
Vox: My personal affairs are outside your jurisdiction, young man. By my will you were created - by my will you can disappear.
Vax: What will you do? Are you going to write me out of your will for the second time?!
Vox: That’s how you sing when you’re caught with your hand in my pockets?!
Demon Waiter: … *sets down silverware and leaves*
Vox: …
Vax: …
Vox: Vax, listen. You’re about to roll your eyes - “there goes the old man begging gratitude for spawning me in Hell” - but I only do this because I want you to be better… than me. Not because I’m projecting my failed ambitions onto you.
Vax: You do realize if I start sympathizing right now, you’ll grind me into the dirt?
Vox: At least pretend you care, brat. Unconditional love, huh? When my father came back from war concussed, shrapnel in his shoulder, he picked us up from school once - when Martha broke her leg at cheer practice. He never thought he owed me a father-to-son talk.
Vax: I’ve heard that story - when you shipped me off to Aunt Martha in the Wrath Ring. I’m an adult now. I’m not obliged to listen to lectures that offer me no benefit. Good evening. *stands*
Vox: *slams his hand down, pinning one of Vax’s hands to the table, forcing him to sit* You’re staying.
Vax: …
Vox: You know how hard this is for me. I always wanted you stronger than I am. And you became that - too fast. You don’t command billions of souls shackled to numbing mass media. But you also don’t have my Achilles’ heel. I, your mother, other Overlords, even Sin Lords - we all need someone to stand upright, to feel whole. You’re self-sufficient. You need no one. That’s more dangerous than any weapon - armor without a flaw. Every sinner and demon stands naked before you, weaknesses exposed.
Vax: …
Vox: If you truly are my son, you’ll build your destiny without my interference. If you can’t - then my decision will spare reality from ending in the hands of a being who doesn’t understand power’s price, yet could press a gun to God’s temple. If you have no limits, I’ll draw that line with my corpse.
Vax: Dad-
Vox: Son… I really am proud of you. Few can boast such an heir. Fewer still deserve one. Especially here. Especially someone like me, or like your mother. We want you well. Even if it sounds like we’re trying to make you a mediocre Overlord.
Vax: I know. I love you too.
*The two Overlords shake hands and share a brief, almost paternal embrace*
Vox: Pfft, Fag.
Vax: *sigh* … Speaking of that. Is Mom furious?
Vox: Let’s say I wouldn’t recommend showing up in Pride for a few decades. But honestly? I don’t know what you could possibly do that he wouldn’t eventually forgive.
Demon Waiter: Skate wings in dark brown-butter vinegar with capers, and Shàng tāng yú chì. *serves the dishes*
Vox: Dalmore 62 on 2 fingers without ice.
Vax: …
Vox: Yes, yes - “look at that pig, it’s Wednesday noon and he’s flooding his gills.” Not every day you strangle your own pride. Speaking of revelations - anything you want to tell your old man?
Vax: *stares into his plate* … No.
Vox: Really? Nothing from your TikToks?
Vax: Maybe I should’ve ordered jellyfish aspic.
Vox: Your eyes just DVD-screensavered across your display. I know why kids who’ve never seen a television end up in Hell but somehow know… you’ve heard of him… one Vincent Whitmann!
Vax: *sigh*
Vox: There goes the grandmaster mask!
Vax: No point keeping it - the shark smells blood already.
Vox: So the Earth-conquest plan collapsed before launch?
Vax: During reconnaissance. The student disguise artifact needs refinement—
Vox: Refinement?! You’re my brown-eyed yearbook clone! They shipped terabytes of memes about it everywhere comments were allowed! *laughter and static*
Vax: An uncaught serial killer and cult leader returns after a century — becomes a TikTok speedruner.
Vox: *raises his glass* At least you exited stylishly.
Vax: Did you bring Mom’s “constructive criticism”?
Vox: Oh, they loved it. Throwing yourself into a rabid crowd; organizing a prime-time factory with “Maniac of the Month” seasons; first-person narration with the killer as host. Velvette set as her wallpaper the screenshot where you drag the viewer like a body bag. Nice change from the carousel of bathtub shots with your tentacles.
Vax: I was three. I was washing them.
Vox: Sure. And Pride isn’t Freud’s playground. You realize you’ll never scrub off the “Vincent” reputation.
Vax: I realized that when a pack of schoolgirls screamed for me to strangle them with a bass-guitar cable during my Daytime Apparitions exam. I had to retake the course.
Vox: Don’t sweat it. People are stupid and passive as long as you feed them cheap dopamine. Shoot a president and they forget P. Diddy by morning. They’ll forget you wanted to destroy Hell if you show them what they crave. So - you sold your father as content. And Shock-Wave’s Judas?
Vax: And you’re here for autobiography royalties?
Vox: In part. My new «M4-» is ready. I need two more pairs of graphene hands to upgrade-
Vax: And as always, father-son bonding ends in attempting to break the Henley Regatta record?
Vox: What doesn’t kill us becomes another résumé line. Besides, the Carmine clan will be at the Acheron crossing this weekend. Prima ballerina opening her new river-cooled foundry. Perfect chance to flex for your crush. I’ll keep the spider scarecrow busy so that no one bothers you.
Vax: Clara and I have a purely business relationship.
Vox: Of course. I’m on your side - whatever your mother does when she finds out. The girl’s got some brains. And soon she will have exactly the same thunderous thighs that regularly strangle Zestial so that his groans in the Heresy circle are picked up by my 11G towers.
Vax: She’s a researcher. I’m the subject. Ever since you flushed both of your top scientists down the toilet, VoxTech has only been getting data on Belphegor technology from reverse engineering my body. Your upgrades included.
Vox: Is that what the kids call it now?
Vax: If you’re done reveling in discovering a flaw in my “armor,” I’d prefer to leave for another meeting.
Vox: I’ve what parts of her “object of research” this good girl draws in the margins of her journal. You’re at a crossroads: don’t know if feelings are mutual, or whether to exploit her hormones. Either choice is wrong. Even inaction.
Vax: Your matchmaking is unnecessary.
Vox: Let's solve problems as quarterly reporting approaches. Meanwhile - take my clunker for the weekend. Girls melt for muscle cars. Hell, I’m in a good mood - take my parts too! What other father offers that?!
Vax: Bon appétit.
Vox: *punches his shoulder lightly* Come on, two-faced prude. You’re a Whitmann! Show her what Whitmanns can do - even if she’s seen you naked in a CT scanner! You’re a predator. Leadership’s in your blood.
Vax: I’ll call her later. I have to go.
Vox: Grab your “black swan” of the arms market by the tail and drag her under, champ!
*The Overlords clasp both hands; the younger vanishes in a flash of lightning*
Vox: leans back again Final score: 1-1. Still got it. Ethan, am I a good father?
And here's my StaticMoth comm I had done in 2024 by Abby - https://x.com/abridgement_o
-- descriptions from my fic --
— "The interior was nicely decorated in black and dark blues with lighted star-like crystals cascading across the ceiling."
— "The ombre-layered blue and purple alcohols were swept upward together with edible glitter shimmering throughout and coating the glass rim."
I apologize to @hypnoticmoth, but I immediately thought of this meme:
The ranks of lame demons with canes have grown
As the saying goes, imagine the emotions of God, who returned after completing the worlds in the Andromeda galaxy and was like, "I hope nothing happened to my three beloved children and my favorite, Lucifer, was able to reconcile them all and they had fun all this time in Eden. I can't wait to see my dinosaurs again." And then there's reality…
Ok this does not come naturally to me but I am gonna have to be a bit rude. Here goes.
So tired of people getting offended at every single little thing.
Right now I am referring to the whole "Vox is Racist" (he is not btw) discourse.
I am tired of dealing with literal infant adults that get pissy and offended when I, a literal Mexican woman, tells them that NO, Vox is not racist.
And he did not come off as racist to me (and any of my friends here in Mexico) when he did the maracas thing or said "island language", we fucking LAUGHED OUR ASSESS OFF. A bit Ignorant? Yes. Racist? Absolutely Not.
If he was he would not be sleeping with/had feelings for a literal fucking Latino
Nor have a black girl for a BFF.
So yeah, I'm tired of you people. If you're so easily offended by words, and by that I mean the things Vox said/did in the show and the things I say right now, I do not want you following me.
Please block me Right Now, and I shall block you too if you start revealing yourselves with bitchy comments in this post because I do not want you and your negativity and your fucking delicate feelings around.
Good riddance. Have fun being miserable and easily angered, let's see how your life turns out. Buh-bye
End of rant.
For any of you that understand what I'm saying and where I come from, or is willing to TALK, DEBATE and AGREE TO DISAGREE, you're absolutely welcome to stay.
I've been banned by half a dozen people on Tumblr:
I claimed that the "whitewashed" Boba Fett model in the 2009 Clone Wars animated series was an optical illusion due to lighting in the prison scene, not a covert attempt to instill racism in children (for reference, Maori are an Asian group);
I joked about Kazuhira Miller being the typical "strict Asian mom" for Solid Snake in the MGS series, and then said that this stereotype has real-life examples, and that my parents are exemplary examples of this stereotype;
My last blog was cancelled because my bestie dressed me up in her maiko costume (the period when a geisha is learning to be a geisha) for Halloween, and I was considered a white expropriator because of my level 1 phototype and the fact that I had eyelid surgery to prevent drooping;
I said I wasn't offended by white teenage girls obsessing over Korean and listening to affirmations to make their eyes slanted… after all, I had my own eyelid surgery to make my eyes look European, and I generally adore slanted eyes, even on African or white women. This look undermines my heterosexuality;
I commented on a woman's post claiming she was offended by white people eating/wearing/doing things invented by the Japanese, because she is Japanese in spirit (her great-grandfather was Japanese, and she never left California to see "her country") and she forbids all white people from doing so in the name of her people. My comment stated that since my mixed-race blood gives me the power to allow/forbid other people from doing things, then, in the name of my mixed-race genealogy, I allow ALL races to: play Lego and take Omega-3, drink beer and eat pretzels, drink vodka and dance the Cossack dance, and also play the khomus and eat horse meat; and I also allowed everyone, in the name of a Caucasian, to use antibiotics, the internet, underwear, and everything else they want, whatever civilization hasn't invented in the Old and New Worlds;
when they pointed out to me that because of my paleness I have benefits and I cannot be a descendant of slaves, and I wrote that my mother's family consists of the fact that my great-great-great-grandfather was bought by his owner for a Russian greyhound puppy and then lost it in a card game to another owner, and my great-great-grandfather was "dekulakized" during the Red Terror and sent to the Gulag in Siberia because he had two goats and was considered "bourgeoisie" because of this, which the USSR fought against, and now Putin has imprisoned the part of the family remaining in Russia because they did not support his seizure of Ukraine (and in his plans, all of Europe and Alaska, along with California)
The conclusion is that if people want to be offended by something, they will definitely find a target
See you in Hell, my dears. We will burn there hand in hand :3
A FREE drabble draft for your OC Vax fanfic (or "chapter zero plot starter")
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Valentino:
~Oh, what a mess, baby. Why, why do you make me do this to you? Look at your little face, your beautiful little face.~
Incoming message from Vox:
[Val,gettomyofficeNow]
Valentino:
~You knew how this would end. It hurts me far more than it hurts you. You know how much I love you, Meow-Meow. And I won’t give you to anyone, my treasure.~
Incoming message from Vox:
[YOURSONISABOUTTOSELLHISASSTOADEADLYSIN]
Valentino:
Damn you, Vox! Meow-Meow, go wash the blood off and get yourself together. I need to step out on urgent business.
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Valentino:
What the hell is going on here?! I’m insanely busy!
Velvette:
You’d better sit down, or you’re going to fall.
Vox:
Maggot, repeat what you just told me.
Vax:
I’ve begun my plan to conquer the mortal world and—
Vox:
(laughter and static)
Valentino:
Young man, tighten the suspenders on your pants. You will NOT repeat your father’s mistakes! Want me to remind you of that story?! And you too, Vox?!
Vax:
Pff. Who needs Heaven? There’s no work there, no pain, no fun of any kind. I plan to integrate Earth’s mass media into our current capacities. And then — who knows — maybe both worlds will merge into one.
Vox:
Do you even understand how human society works, brat?! You’ve never been to Earth.
Vax:
I’ve heard a lot about the place. And…
(proudly grabbing his suspenders)
Actually, I’ve already been there. For a whole twenty minutes!
The V Triumvirate:
(in unison) What?!
Vax:
Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to an incubus recruit.
Vox:
(slams his fist on the desk, laughing through tears)
The worst of both of us, my boy!
Valentino:
Idiot! You’re a sinner, not hellspawn!
Vax:
By “jus soli,” I was born in Hell and am considered a full-fledged demon chimera.
Velvette:
Since when do they take outsiders as tempters?
Vax:
The population of souls on Earth has surpassed nine billion, and Asmodeus is inflating his staff before most of humanity passes through the second demographic transition. Young people prefer different sins than adultery. All I need is to learn how to split my screen to stream AI clips of slicing random objects with knives. Then they’ll issue me an artifact for travel to Earth.
Valentino:
Kitty! Bring me my absinthe and cocaine!
Mi niño, every heart of your mami’s skips in terror when you leave this tower! And now you’re saying you want to leave HELL?! Vox, say something!
Vox:
Grab me a pair of white fabric spats for my oxfords — the kind they’re wearing on Earth right now!
Valentino:
(kicks his consort in the shin)
Vox:
Fuck!
Yeah — bring your mother a vicuña-wool coat in red leopard print.
Valentino:
VOX!
Vox:
What do you want from me?! For me to make a sinner not be a sinner?! Worst case, he gets killed there and hitchhikes back to the Pride Ring. Let the boy get bruises and experience instead of clinging to your garter belt.
Valentino:
You can’t work as an incubus! I forbid it! What if dying on Earth kills you for good?! Have you seen what’s happening in their news?! That place is more dangerous than Hell!
Vox:
You’ll never know if you don’t try.
Vax:
As one great man once said: “Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder — it can lead down or up.”
Vox:
That’s some damn audacious flattery, kid. I know what you’re getting at, but I’m not going to calm your mother down for you. He’s absolutely right. I need a living undead heir to a media empire, not a pretty, tear-soaked tragedy.
Velvette:
You can’t just become a tempter. Succubi study for eight years to get access to Earth.
Vax:
I’m already doing that. Besides, the “sleep paralysis” ability is the foundation of the mind-control school. Tempter isn’t the optimal starting position for business conquest — but look at Dad. He started as a field reporter and now he sits in his chair.
Vox:
Son, I’ve been in this business for decades. And there’ll be a lot more filthy dicks like Jeffrey Epstein on your path.
Valentino:
KITTY! Where’s my absinthe?! MAMI’S NOT WELL!
Velvette:
I sent her out this morning for Loro Piana fabrics.
Valentino:
(covers his eyes with his hand)
Vax, demons are scamming you for the sake of hooks on our family. Everyone in both worlds knows your father’s reputation. They wouldn’t let you anywhere near Asmodeus’s recruitment center.
Vax:
Ozzy himself walked me in. By the way, Mommy, he says hello.
Valentino:
What?!
Velvette:
Sounds like a solid pitch for a reality show: “A guy chases his dream even though everyone knows he needs it like a cow needs a saddle.” What did you call him?
Vax:
The Lord of Sin is well aware of what’s going on in our circle of Hell. By the way, Dad, his guards took my angel-steel string. I pulled it out of your piano.
Vox:
You did what?! You know that no one in hell will sell me even a gram of angel steel!
Vax:
I already replaced it with Charlie Kirk’s tendons!
Vox:
That’s… acceptable. Go on.
Vax:
He was intrigued by my nature — being born without sin from a sinful duo. He vouched for me so I’d be trained alongside the other demon tempters.
Vox:
(ha) At least somewhere your lower pair of naughty hands came in handy.
Valentino:
You used the “joker” I’d kept up my sleeve for years — to call on Asmodeus in a critical moment — just to get into the SUCCUBUS ACADEMY?! Velvette, give me your chancleta!
Vax:
(flailing his hands and wings)
Mami, don’t! This agreement is strictly between me and Asmodeus! I’m not a nepo baby!
Kitty:
The drug?
Valentino:
Finally.
Bichito, you have no idea how lucky you are that a deadly sin is obsessed with cyborgs. My word means nothing in this house. Don’t come crying into my tits like your father when your own ambitions snap you on the nose.
Vox:
You always say that — and always let us bury ourselves in your fluffy tits.
Vax:
(proudly grabbing his suspenders again)
Being a cyborg didn’t play a decisive role. I’m a multifaceted individual.
Vox:
(leads back in his chair, feet on the desk)
We’ll see, multifaceted individual — how you pass your first exam, and whether there’s a mortal who’s experienced the sexuality of Nyarlathotep’s forms straight out of Lovecraft’s books.
Vax:
That’s exactly why I’m here. Velvette, do you have a contact for Hans Giger?
Velvette:
(scrolling through her phone)
Hmm, doesn’t seem so. But I do have a contact who can help us. You know our designer?
Vax:
Alexander McQueen? He can help me make a proper outfit for the exam?
Velvette:
He’s been doing that for both lives now, sweetheart. Come on — we need to find some materials for sketches and textures. I think I saw one of your exoskeleton moltings under the couch the other day.
Valentino:
…
Vox:
…
Valentino:
He’s going to do it anyway.
Vox:
Absolutely.
Valentino:
He’s doing this because he inherited your hunger for power.
Vox:
And he’s doing it like this because he inherited your lack of principles.
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Sorry, but I couldn’t imagine the range of emotions of a person visited during sleep paralysis by a creature that is half cockroach, a quarter shark, and a quarter iPad, dressed like Lady Gaga in her prime
I find it interesting that the fan community once agreed that Vox is like this:
(He spends all day making decisions about the fate of his megacorporation, broadcasting to billions of content consumers. He takes responsibility for risks and chooses the optimal solution between the only choice given to him - between bad and terrible choices. However, he always finds a way to either dodge a silver bullet or restore his business and reputation like a phoenix. You know, for a man of his stature (and with such size ego), even a whole of worlds, like circles of Hell, is too small for him… And he looks down from his branded skyscraper, many times taller and more luxurious than any Trump Tower, at all the "worms" at his feet)
And then he goes up to his penthouse from the office and is like this:
(His wife, like a true socialite, regularly throws parties to maintain her media profile and make new useful connections for his clan)
By the way, he himself The party host:
(In case you're wondering, this is a male of the australian "Baphomet moth" species, with its "coremata" organ extended, used to release pheromones to attract a mate)
And Vox sits there like this:
(Looking at THIS and thinking about:
how lucky he was to end up in Hell, and in this particular circle of Hell;
that his father was right, and that a second wife is always much better than a "first attempt")
I don't know why comments are disabled on that post, but…
Ladies and gentlemen, the Teufort City amateur theatre presents a new volunteer actor, making his debut in Anton Pavlovich Chekhov's production of "Ward No. 6" in the role of Doctor Andrei Ragin!
I was just sitting in the car when a song started playing on the retro radio (yes, I just realized how ironic that is). The video for the song perfectly fits "The Vees" mood board. It has everything you need:
tube TVs and tentacle-like wires, of course;
an abundance of hands and seductive lips in metallic red lipstick;
"mannequins," moving unnaturally to the rhythm and static.
And of course, the black and red color scheme and the abundance of kaleidoscope scenes and shimmering lights
I'm sure this particular looped clip will play in your head endlessly if you start watching TV in the Ring of Pride
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