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I officially have socks that Vox would be jealous of XD

Hoping they help me channel him so maybe I can write again 🤞

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ITS RAINING! YES!

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This is genuinely my most petty complaint but man

Characters knitting in fics so often bugs me XD

Like yes good give them hobbies and skills and things they can do for good calm mindfulness, great, play on the 'Angel Dust is a spider and it's sort of like weaving' thing, sure. But not one of these fuckers is going to be able to knit THREE CARDIGANS IN ONE AFTERNOON. That is not a thing. Not when they're knitting by hand at any rate. With machines, maybe, if they know what they're doing, but not curled up on a sofa with knitting needles.

Anyway. That's my pointless tiny rant because I'm reading fanfiction instead of writing replies XD

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Ahhh I went back to the doctor (had to walk, car broke down) and apparently my ears show no signs of infection anymore (and got called 'cute little baby ears'. Interesting) but because I'm still getting jaw pain and throat pain I may have strep throat (had to have a throat swab, wasn't nice)

We'll see if I need more antibiotics or if everything just needs to settle down

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Hoping to get more antibiotics tomorrow so fingers crossed I do and they actually kick this ear infection because I want to WRITE DAMNIT

Ear pain is not a pain I know how to ignore 😢

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Alas.

Mun has an ear infection.

No writing, only yucky meds and snoozing.

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Weird things my family said - Part 6!

"Feed me lettuce and see what happens." "I won't be told when to sneeze, thank you very much." "Take out the very cells in your brain that just had that idea; throw them away." "My hair feels like hair." "I don't think it matters how funky you are when you say it, it doesn't make it real." "Quick, tell the news! The same thing that happens every evening happened!" "That's the most important part of a pizza, the cheese song." "Rather this madness than somebody else's." "You've reached impressive levels of whatever the fuck that is." "Your ears are tired, that's the problem." "I had a neighbour that sneezed like that." "I'm just inexplicably infuriated by the corn." "Don't haggle for rats." "The pickles will really slow you down." "If you think you're getting scurvy, start licking lemons immediately." "The emos, they confuse me." "I underestimated the power of the fork." "Fruit's good, but it isn't an egg." "I'm going to pass out planting parsnips." "Get bonked with the wrapped paper tube of ignorance." "I've never in my life had to confiscate an egg before." "Sometimes a guy just has to take his axe on a walk." "Look at all my cabbage money." "Well, maybe I'm a disgruntled frog!" "I know it's nothing, but it's all I've got."

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Alas.

Mun has an ear infection.

No writing, only yucky meds and snoozing.

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As much as Vox enjoys sinday I won't be about today because Tis my birthday!

Vox can wait, I've got cake to eat XD

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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you

this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much 

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Oh how Vox adores these moments. As if it wasn't enough to be so impossibly close to Alastor, the near feedback loop of pleasure is overwhelming in the best way.

Feeling Alastor spill drags a low moan from Vox, his hips stuttering in their movements. He doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to lose his own impending release. Still, his thrusts are slower, even as his grip tightens, as if that alone could help him chase his orgasm.

"That's it baby, take it, you can take it." Vox murmurs, his words as much praise as they are a request.

✘ - He heard him but didn't respond, too caught up in how he felt, the static and the growling, it all kind of melted together.

As Vox leaned into his motions, it drove him more crazy. Those claws on his waist and hips he wanted to tell him to grip harder but couldn't get the words out, just more noises of pleasure. Alastor dug his claws in deeper as he felt himself release between them.

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"Fuck you."

What was meant as a biting remark comes out more as a frustrated sigh. Whatever annoyance is in him is directed more towards the virus itself. Though he wants to be annoyed at Angel for something - enjoying this, teasing him, laughing - something, his mind is too muddled to sort through that. No, the only clarity he has currently is focused on how badly he want this. Desperate doesn't cover it, and the way Vox jolts under Angel Dust's fingers proves as much.

The overlord groans, hands trembling slightly from the sheer force of his grip on the arms of his chair. He's damaging the material, and he'll regret that later, but for now, it's all that keeps his hips from raising so far off the seat that he'd end up pressed against the spider. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, exactly, but it's more than his pride could take. As it is, he's already got the first hints of embarrassment somewhere deep inside.

He's so close to getting what he wants, what he needs, but Angel holding back makes him groan again. 'I don't beg', he wants to say, and there's a flicker to his screen with how tightly he closes his eyes. Having his original attachment on today is proving to be as much a curse as it could be a blessing, and the way it strains against the fabric of his underwear; twitching slightly under the other's touch; is what leads Vox to speak.

"Fuck, no, just- fucking do it. Uhn-" He isn't begging, he isn't. Except that his hips twitch and his head drops backwards with a dull thunk against the back of the chair, and what follows is a quiet, shameful "Please."

He's letting out a simple hum, trying not to find too much sick satisfaction about the situation. While Vox had never been outright mean to him, he had certainly never been kind either. No matter what the spider did. And knowing that the Overlord was at his mercy, to a degree, was rather amusing. To have the upper hand, for once, rather than be treated like just some low-life whore.

"A bit desperate, are we?" He cackles a bit, upper hands moving up and down the other's thighs through those slacks, squeezing every so often. Vox was definitely going to give him shit for this later, maybe even get Valentino to punish him, but for now - "Ah' guess since yeh' asked so nicely." He really hadn't, but Angel wasn't going to point that out. Vox had been a man that the spider had been attracted to for a long fucking time.

And honestly? He loved sucking dick.

A hand moved over the older's bulge, giving it a firm squeeze as if assessing it, nodding in a form of approval. "Hot." It was all he said, before fingers were moving to the other's belt, undoing it and sliding it from the loops. He could have just kept it on, but he was debating if he wanted to incorporate it to a degree later, instead setting it aside before nimble fingers that were good at helping Vox with his wiring were being just as graceful in undoing the Overlord's pants.

Zipper being tugged down against the arousal, the sinner looked up, trying to watch every response on Vox's screen that was given. Knowing he wouldn't get away with this any other time, if Vox was in his right mind, he simply traced a finger over the outline of the man's cock through his underwear, half-lidded eyes glancing at the man as he licked over his lower lip. He could get in trouble later, whatever, he wasn't going to miss an opportunity. "Beg."

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Bedroom Picrew!

Here's my best idea of Vox's room. Of course he would have monitors in there because he simply cannot exist without technology nearby, (even if he barely goes in his room anyway), and the axolotl on the shelf would of course be a shark.

And now I shall call this a dash game even though I did this completely unprompted and tag some people

@radioaf, @rradiio, @poisonedspider, @the-al-pals

Feel absolutely free to ignore this if you wish, but also go ahead and design your muse's bedroom if you want to! (That goes for anyone I haven't tagged that wants to do this and say I tagged them ^-^)

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Weird things my family said - Part 6!

"Feed me lettuce and see what happens." "I won't be told when to sneeze, thank you very much." "Take out the very cells in your brain that just had that idea; throw them away." "My hair feels like hair." "I don't think it matters how funky you are when you say it, it doesn't make it real." "Quick, tell the news! The same thing that happens every evening happened!" "That's the most important part of a pizza, the cheese song." "Rather this madness than somebody else's." "You've reached impressive levels of whatever the fuck that is." "Your ears are tired, that's the problem." "I had a neighbour that sneezed like that." "I'm just inexplicably infuriated by the corn." "Don't haggle for rats." "The pickles will really slow you down." "If you think you're getting scurvy, start licking lemons immediately." "The emos, they confuse me." "I underestimated the power of the fork." "Fruit's good, but it isn't an egg." "I'm going to pass out planting parsnips." "Get bonked with the wrapped paper tube of ignorance." "I've never in my life had to confiscate an egg before." "Sometimes a guy just has to take his axe on a walk." "Look at all my cabbage money." "Well, maybe I'm a disgruntled frog!" "I know it's nothing, but it's all I've got."

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If his business partners could see him now... It...probably wouldn't matter in the slightest, actually, because the people he was partnered with in life aren't people he works with now. And he's far surpassed them anyway, he's so much more successful that if any of them were judging him, that could only be jealously talking.

Of course, Velvette judging him is far more important, because it's far more likely. She may have agreed to handle the wet ingredients herself (for which Vox is grateful, because liquid of any kind is not something he's comfortable with), but she's also left him with jobs he's going to have to improvise with.

But how hard can it be to sift? This will be a breeze.

"Yeah, yeah, sift these into the bowl. I've got this, you do your part."

Confident though his tone was, Vox lifts the sieve, turning it upside-down to squint at it. Well, one part of this is obvious, at least. If he doesn't want to have flour everywhere, he's best off putting the sieve over (see: partially in) the bowl.

Satisfied that anything that falls out of the sieve will fall into the bowl, Vox sets about dumping the flour into it - which still sends some puffing into the air to settle wherever it can. The baking flour gets a dubious look before it follows with the salt, and then Vox does what seems the next logical step. He takes hold of the sieve's handle, lifts just a little, and shakes it. Not much falls through, but he's counting it as a win.

A triumphant grin replaces the previous thin-lipped irritation and deeply furrowed brows that had let her frustration towards the concept of him not knowing the bare minimum of baking become known not only by the way she spoke but in the way she looked too. Velvette popped all of the ingredients into one space on the counter so that they could both access them without needing to go halfway across the room for some baking powder, or so on.

It's good enough that he's agreed to mix for her, even if she's sure it's only because she's pushed it onto him a little bit. Either way, she's won in her eyes, because she doesn't have to do the whole process of making these cookies for their success all by herself. Not only was it just not something that was going to fly down here, in her presence, it would probably put her off talking to him for the rest of the week.

Smart choice, Vox.

"You're mixing the dry ingredients, then, that's fine with me. As long as you're doing some of it." She mutters, leaning against the counter whilst watching him roll his sleeves up. Velvette smiles and moves over to him, collecting the flour, salt and the baking powder. She holds them out to him, after digging out a sieve from another cupboard. "Sift these together. It just makes sure no clumps get through, then I'll handle the butter and the sugar, and the eggs. This will make sense after."

She pops over to grab another mixing bowl for herself, but waits to observe him using the sieve. She was curious if he'd even used one of those, but maybe she was being too harsh. He had to have used one, right?

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@radioaf said: He stood in what is their shared wardrobe which is a little much if you ask him, trying to do up his shirt but it easier said then what with the new found curve to his stomach. 4 months it had been since they found about parasite or well baby he slowly warming up to it.  No hiding it anymore at least his trousers still fit for now. “Vox!” He called because well he knew they had an appointment that morning. “We have a small problem.”

Vox doesn't hesitate. Alastor calling for him is one of the few things that can have him in a rush, hurrying to see what's wrong.

It'd be easy for him to panic, tripping over himself to offer Alastor any help he might need for whatever 'small problem' it is that they're facing.

But their 'small problem' isn't anything that requires medical knowledge, or Vox having to hunt down some odd food to satisfy a sudden craving. Instead, he doesn't need to panic. Vox stops in the doorway of the wardrobe (which is not too much in his opinion, because they're both classy guys with damn good taste and they need room for that - even if they don't wear half the stuff in there), and smiles.

"Doesn't look like a problem to me."