#kakodaimones

[the-smallest-star]

"Now, chemistry was never my area of expertise, but I know a thing or two just because of my field. Really, we both work in it with our involvement in entertainment. Neurotransmitters like endorphins and dopamine and all that." The television demon rotates his wrist dismissively as he leans back on the couch across from Gritt, the pulsing bass of the club's music making everything seem like it's going through a small earthquake each second.

"Just between you and me, we're looking into a little something at Voxtek that will take that chemical reaction to the next level. Programs that can promote glutamate production in the cerebral cortex. Acid Television. But so far...." Vox brings a claw up to his screen, tapping the side with a massive grin spread across his face.

"...there's only one place to catch that program."

Did Gritt expect to bump into the CEO of Voxtek at a club? Nope. He was at this club as a VIP guest anyway, it was work, to make the club look good. But he got all the drinks he could want out of it, and people were more than thrilled to be in his presence.

He honestly didn't understand some of those words, but he could get the gist of it. An acid trip to tickle the positive chemicals in the brain, all provided by TV. He'd put drug dealers out of business with that.

"Thats... pretty sick. Premium channels where people could get high without the damage that comes with? You'll get a lot of customers. You might piss your partners off with their Love Potion thing though."

[infernal-matriarch]

The face of a woman who just sold the entirety of US government secrets with zero hesitation.

[hcppyhotel]

her husband is… acceptable.

[sinfulparadise]

🍑 🎲 Some Charlie for Vox :3

Send: 🍑 🎲 ( peach dice ) and my muse will roll a d20 to :

5. share a kink they'd hate receiver's muse to know they have

"......................."

"...Okay, LOOK--I may have a..." Shiftily looks left and right. "...a-a Daddy kink."

"Please don't look at me."

[protovoxxed]

word association game: Option

Word Association Game! | Accepting

"Plans." This one made less sense. If you made a plan, you should have options.

[foundcr]

2) Do others like you? Do you want others to like you? 13) What could make you break your own moral code?  14) Have you ever doubted your own beliefs?

DO   OTHERS   LIKE   YOU?        DO   YOU   WANT   OTHERS   TO   LIKE   YOU?

“    i   don't   like   to   think   about   it,   but   i'm   sure   some   people   like   me!   i   can't   pressure   anyone   to   liking   me,   it's   not   my   place   to   decide   that   for   someone;   but   it   feels   nice   when   you   have   someone   close   you   like   that.    ”

WHAT   COULD   MAKE   YOU   BREAK   YOUR   OWN   MORAL   CODE?

“    there's…   a   lot   that   could,   but   i've   also   seen   a   lot   of   things.   everyone   deserves   a   second   chance,   i   haven't   figured   out   what   could   break   that   moral   code   yet,   but   i   doubt   something   is   gonna   shake   it.

i   hope.    ”

HAVE   YOU   EVER   DOUBTED   YOUR   OWN   BELIEFS?

“    my   dad   tried   to   make   me   think,   for   the   longest   time,   that   i   should've   started   doubting   the   belief   of   sinners   being   redeemed.   for   a   while,   i   really   did,   not   even   just   when   i   was   still   with   him—    but   also   just…   you   know   what?   that's   a   story   for   another   time!   regardless   though,   i   did   doubt   my   belief,   but   not   anymore.    ”

[indulgentnine]

@kakodaimones

"Oh, these are all good contenders, darling! Maybe even to put it to the viewers if we really want to figure a good mark for Thursday, maybe even rival Sinday or Ass-Smacking Monday. Might need some testing and surveys."

[rootforevil]

What do you get the woman who seems to have everything? Clothing, jewelry, perfume... all fine things, the television demon will never diminish the joy of commodities, but he already anticipated the way they would be perceived as mere trinkets. For someone of more discerning tastes, it would have to be something of a higher quality. And so, to Roo, he gives a 32 x 27.5" reproduction of Peter Paul Reubens's Prometheus Bound, framed in polished applewood.

" 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 [ 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 ] 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴. " a hand rests at the corner of the frame, sliding against the polished wood and pausing dead centre. there's no effort, for the painting held no weight for her. familiar she is with trees turned to lumber. the gift is treated with as much sentiment it brings as something new to admire. tossed up and then balanced in yet, another single hand resting upon her palm. her hips sway to one side upon further examination, fingers placed against her waist as she takes in the exquisite depiction of eternal punishment.

" 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑳𝒀. 𝙰𝙽 ( 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ) 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙼�� 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴. " fingers brush beneath the frame as Roo turns, and the frame drops without its support. but gravity is an unusual thing in uncanny places or rather, in the vicinity of those who have walked primordial plains. as if an invisible force holds the painting aloft for a beat before it falls and lands hard against concrete, crevices forming on stone and the splintering of polished applewood right at home in a lovely little corner of the frame. " 𝑨𝑺 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮. "

ＭＯＶＥＭＥＮＴ + . : 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺? the painting falls flat and a heel moves to place itself on its backside. fire red eyes meeting the gaze of the television. a pretty head tilts as the woman asks a simple question. " 𝚂𝙾, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽? " perhaps a drink. maybe enough to kill a machine because, oh, honey, you should've gotten her the ( ＲＥＡＬ) thing.

[floraprin]

@kakodaimones sent ;; "...you missed a spot." The television demon smiles as he says this, eyes darting back up from the summoning circle he seemed to have been staring at listlessly since the moment he first manifested. Hands clasped behind his back, he doesn't elaborate on this apparent mistake, nor does he give any indication that he's going to immediately take advantage of it, considering how still he remains. Instead, he silently watches Ara, neck craned down to properly look at her.

there's  a  look  of  frustration  that  can  be  spotted  on  her  expression  through  the  vanity  mirror...  though  she  had  a  new  companion,  that  didn't  mean  her  morning  routine  changed.  ara  takes  the  moisturizer  and  begins  to  reapply  it  on  the  skin.  a  slight  sigh  as  she  takes  a  glance  at  him.  ❝ i  didn't  take  you  as  someone  so  particular...  ❞  but  perhaps  ara  should  be  more  grateful  to  vox's  trained  eye.  after  all,  her  own  appearance  was  pretty  important  to  her.  still,  his  attitude  was  less  than  pleasing.  perhaps  she  shouldn't  have  expected  as  much  from  a  demon...

❝ anything  else  ?  ❞

[youcouldbeit]

@kakodaimones wanted a starter!

"So, I'm very glad you agreed to allow me to come see you; I know you're a very busy person."

She was rifling through some papers she'd brought, looking about as nervous as someone who didn't entirely think through their plan would. Charlie wanted to get news of the Hotel out there now, especially after the latest events, and whilst Alastor was a fine source of that publicity in and of himself; getting the both of them on her side would surely make it appear that the Hotel had more credibility than ever.

If, well, she could pull this off without stepping on any toes. As impossible as it sounded.

"S-So, I assume you have at least heard of the hotel, right? Please?"

[1k17y]

The television overlord is slouched back in his chair, the professionalism drained from him over the course of this meeting, doing his best to get a single signature out of this vapid braindead fuck while Kitty had been keeping the scotch and sodas floating. The name finally committed to the page, Vox's eyes stare, hollow, at the overlord on the other end. He's outlived his purpose, and he wants compensation in blood for time wasted. A claw crooks and tugs in like there's a string tied around his finger to coax the customized fizzbot towards him, eyes never moving from the demon across from him.

"A pleasure doing business with you, but I think it's time to bring this transaction to a close. Kitty, would you be a darling for me and show our guest the exit." His words are like frozen honey, sickeningly sweet in tone but betraying the coldness behind his words, that ultimately reveals the bubbling hate hiding underneath as he speaks the trigger words.

          INTERNAL FANS WHIRR AT VOX’S MOVEMENT, SENSORS PICKING UP ON THE MOST SUBTLE OF GESTURES ( AS PROGRAMMED ); THE TENSION IN THE ROOM IS PALPABLE, SHE’S BEEN KNOWING THAT AS IT’S MORE THAN OBVIOUS HAVING BEEN WATCHING THE ENTIRE EXCHANGE UNTIL IT EVENTUALLY UNFOLDED INTO SILENCE. She’d done her part, but now, with a single, simple, command from Vox, everything is about to change. Kitty sets down the drink-tray almost delicately ( don’t want to make a mess, after all! )

          HIS VOICE IS SMOOTH & PLEASANT, BUT KITTY RECOGNIZES THE UNDERCURRENT / THINLY VEILED THREAT THAT LIES UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE, THE COMMAND. LED orbs brighten just ever so, a new screen overtaking her default one; the bot’s posture straightens with a sense of cold efficiency as the new function kicks in:     ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 … 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧: 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗢𝗟 ⪘     ❜❜

Kitty’s smile drops,

          RUBINE ORBS NOW GLOWING ALMOST A NEON SHADE OF RED LOCK ONTO THE OTHER DEMON. THERE’S     ━CLANK !     & ━WHIRRS !     FROM HER INTERNAL FRAMES OPENING & UNHINGING; RIB CAGE OPENS, PANELS SPLIT APART, REVEALING THE INTERNAL INTRICATE MACHINERY; HER BODY IS NOW UNRECOGNIZABLE TO THE ‘NORMAL’ KITTY. So unlike her calm / doll-like demeanor from just a few moments ago. 

          HER JESTER TAILS, WHICH NORMALLY SWAY PLAYFULLY BEHIND HER, NOW STIFFEN & CURL, TRANSFORMING INTO SHARP, JAGGED APPENDAGES. HER FACEPLATE PULLS BACK, REVEALING A MORE ANGULAR, SKELETAL FRAME UNDERNEATH. THE SOFT HUM OF HER SYSTEMS TURNS INTO SOMETHING MORE OMINOUS, A LOW GROWL OF MACHINERY IN MOTION. Now, she is all sharp edges; an unstoppable force built for one purpose.

          Rubine orbs now glowing almost a neon shade of red lock onto the other demon. WITH PERFECT, PRECISE & SMOOTH MOVEMENTS, & WITHOUT A HINT OF HESITATION, THE BOT ALL BUT LUNGES FORWARD; THE OVERLORD ACROSS THE TABLE BARELY HAS ANY TIME TO REACT,     [ & Kitty wouldn’t have bothered to elaborate anyway ]     Her movement’s are terrifying fast; she no longer moves with fluid-like grace, but rather jagged twitches, limbs snapping. The sound of scrapping metal echoes throughout the room,

          THE OVERLORD SCRAMBLES BACK, BUT IT DOES LITTLE GOOD; SHE IS RELENTLESS, SINGULARLY FOCUSED WITH SKILL ONLY A MACHINE COULD ACHIEVE. KITTY IS VICIOUS, UNRECOGNIZABLE; SHE LOOMS OVER THE OTHER’S FORM, LOCKING ONTO HER TARGET. WITH A SHARP CLICK, ONE OF HER LIMBS LASHES OUT, CLAWS EXTENDING THEIR LENGTH, EACH ONE HONED WITH A RAZOR-SHARP EDGE, & GRIPS THE DEMON’S THROAT WITH A STRENGTH SHE SCARCELY USES. There is no mercy as she lifts him effortlessly off the ground & she pulls him closer, the demon’s feet dangling helplessly offering no trouble for her.

NO WORDS ARE EXCHANGED AS KITTY’S OTHER ARM, NOW BRISTLING WITH HIDDEN WEAPONRY, OPENS UP; sharp, rotating blades emerge from within her chest cavity, whirring loudly as they come to life. Without hesitation, she drives the blades forward, piercing through the demon’s chest with brutal precision. THE SOUND IS SICKENING, LOUD; METAL GRINDING AGAINST BONE & FLESH TEARING APART LIKE PAPER, SHREDDING THE MUSCLE & TENDONS,

          ABRUPTLY, THE DEMON’S BODY STIFFENS UNTIL HIS STRUGGLES GRADUALLY WEAKEN AS THE LIFE DRAINS; KITTY DOES NOT RELENT. THE ROTATING BLADES CONTINUE TO TEAR UNTIL THE JOB IS THOROUGHLY COMPLETED. EVENTUALLY, HIS ESSENCE SLIPS AWAY; the bot holds him there for a moment, assessing for any sign of life in her target, allowing the finality of the act settle fully before withdrawing, retracting the external machinery back into their compact form.

          EVENTUALLY, NORMAL KITTY IS SEEN ONCE MORE; WITH HER ELONGATED ARM STILL HANGING INTO THE BODY ( or well, what’s left of it, anyway ) before letting it drop with a     ━THUD !     the neon lights from her eyes soften back to their usual subtle glow; she glances at the remains with quiet regard, face tilting,     ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 … ⪘     Oh…     I have to clean this up rather soon before it stains the carpet!     ❜❜     she turns to Vox, her smile finally returning,     ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 : 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘 ? ⪘     IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I COULD DO FOR YOU BEFORE I AM DISMISSED?     ❜❜

[the-smallest-star]

"WE'RE NOT HAVING THIS TALK!!" He doesn't want people to know his kinks he is CLEARING HIS BROWSER HISTORY RAPIDLY

@voxxcd @kakodaimones

[infernal-matriarch]

VALENTINE'S DAY PROMPTS

@kakodaimones said: { MOVIE NIGHT 🎞️ } for Vox and Velvette ^^

{ MOVIE NIGHT 🎞️ } --- Sender and receiver go see a movie together.

She didn't often go to the movies anymore since her descent into Hell. Velvette had other priorities and when she did feel like sitting down and watching something, it was usually in the comfort of the Vee tower. Still, she had to admit, seeing a movie with Vox like this was actually...nice.

Also helped that they rented out the entire theater so that it was just them.

"This is the kinda trash they're puttin' out on Earth now?" She remarked loudly, propping her legs up on the arm of her seat.

[hcppyhotel]

anyone else a fan of gone girl? peak voxwys

[sinfulparadise]

@kakodaimones || x

"With that attitude I should make you wait longer~" Velvette smirks, crossing a bare leg over the other as she admires her handiwork. She, on the other hand, was donning a dominatrix outfit. A stylish one, mind you.

She extends a leg, slowly running her foot down Vox's chest, his abdomen, and stopping right above his erect cock. "You're just a pretty little present wrapped all up for me, aren't you, love~?"

[protovoxxed]

word association game: Interest

Word Association Game! | Accepting

"Loan." Loans usually had fees that got larger over time, so it made sense.