#I barely know

[voxiiferous]

Yeah I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame But you'll all know my name

River Below - Billy Talent | apparently now the inspiration for an AU in which Vox and Alastor’s falling out is staged.

"I’m thinking of getting a new head,” Vox says, straightening his bow tie. The broadcast starts soon enough, but the habit of talking to Alastor before had become part of it. Gradually, Vox's employees had stopped panicking every time they saw him.

“Hideous choice,” Alastor scoffs, and Vox finds his partner’s eyes in the mirror. “I don't see what's wrong with your current one,"

"The decaying cathodes might play a role in it," he answers. One could only knock things loose a few times before the damage stuck, and it’s typically considered poor form to give your employees low level radiation poisoning form your presence. There was also the fact it has a nasty habit of switching, unceremoniously, to black and white-- or, god forbid, the times his entire display just descended into static.

Alastor waves a hand dismissively. "Sign of a flawed medium," Which would be more insulting if they hadn't had this debate for years already.

Vox doesn’t turn to look at Alastor, keeping him in view of the vanity mirror. “I think it could be useful. Something new,"

Alastor twirls his staff, coming to lean against Vox's chair. "Yes, about that,"

Vox pauses where he's adjusting his collar over the bow tie. "The rumours?" He questions. The rumours had, of course, followed them from the start. Accusations, fears, from those who would never amount to anything, and those discontent nothings that littered Pentagram City. But they had become more notable recently, and some of the more... important people had started looking more carefully at their monopoly. "They've never bothered you before,"

Alastor spins his staff again, looking at it, with a faux casualty. "Things can change,"

Vox laughs, and leans against the opposite arm of the chair. "You, darling? You're categorically adverse to it," it’s the source of half their disagreements. He’s half expecting a camera to burst into the room like some unexpected joke.

"Still, I think it's high time we cut this... ménage à deux short," Alastor says, and Vox’s amusement sobers.

He turns to look at his partner, directly this time, rather than through the mirror. It’s a sort of incredulity that needs direction, rather than diffuse through the reflection. "You want us to pretend to have a falling out?"

"You said it, not me," Alastor says, resting his arms on top of the staff. "Play up the existing differences, and no one looks twice,"

“No one thinks you’re going soft, or that I’m reliant,” which he’s not. Their friendship hadn’t even begun until Vox had already started making a name for himself. But Hell’s memory is a strange thing, simultaneously too short, and eternal.

“You want me to play the cad,”

“You’re so good at it.” It’s a role he’s used to certainly, even if for different reasons. The more things change…

“There will be doubt,”

Alastor waves his hand again. “You’ll hardly need to search for someone to act as an unwilling collaborator.” Alastor says, with a pointed look at the letter Vox had forgotten on the desk. It’s got the faintest whiff of perfume on it. He’s there justification, the explanation. The thing that makes Hell stop looking at them with narrowed eyes.

“And you’re certain it should be me? That they’ll believe it?”

Alastor smiles, fixing Vox’s forgotten collar. “Indubitably. You’re a talented performer. No one else could pull such a farce off,” He taps his microphone against Vox’s cheek, almost like a kiss. “You have a show, insufferable picture box,

Vox pauses, a slight moment that would have been a dry swallow if he still had a mouth. “I do,” he says. “I trust I’ll have one less viewer than usual?”

“Indeed,” Alastor says, and he’s turning, the shadows swirling to carry him away.

Vox takes a deep breath, the scripted narrative already coming together. He takes one last look in the mirror, and then heads to the stage.

[raixoxs]

“And I know I lose control of the things that I say—“ My bad habits lead to you..

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[duckysprouts]

ares slays his daughter’s rapist

[niinnyu]

Revenge is best served with friends helping you.

[fairyturds]

When she griddle on my harrow till I hark. Is this anything

[frownyalfred]

“when Dick Grayson becomes a detective in Blüdhaven, it takes time to adjust to not being able to break the laws to get evidence or confessions” versus the far superior “when Dick Grayson becomes a detective in Blüdhaven, it takes time to adjust to the fact that all of his coworkers are horribly incompetent when it comes to obtaining and preserving evidence and it turns out all of Bruce’s anal retentiveness about crime scenes, chain of custody for evidence, and contamination was actually for a very good reason and puts Batman 10-20 years ahead of any modern police department”

[quelmdn]

Local french bi(scuit)

(piece from back when I finished reading TGR ;;)

[johntorrington]

toxic codependent familial dynamics this. toxic codependent romances that. what about toxic codependent coworkers. i can’t do my job without this guy here or i’ll kill myself.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[rooniearts]

various little espio and silver doodles + some blazes because i love her so so so much

[limbcom]

"Holding your hand doesn't have to mean that I accept your friendship," the liar said to the truthful, trying to lie in front of the only person who understands his intentions.

He knows, of course, that the liar did not lie. For the liar is also the truthful.

[aquakirb]

I was told "this would do numbers on Tumblr"

[bruciemilf]

Dick: Why did you just venmo Jason 3k?

Bruce: Payment

Dick: For?

Bruce: ‘Nice to dad’ bill

Dick:

Bruce: I pay him 3 thousand dollars and he’s nice to me for 30 minutes every month.

Dick: Why am I doing it for free?

Bruce: Because you have a kind heart. Also, Jason took business as his second major, and you didn’t. So.

[evgar]

more modern au agathario.. my sillies

(comic here)

+ teeny tiny rio