#some backstory

[hrizantemy]

Okay so I felt like writing this excerpt beceuse I was talking about Rhysand’s mom with @wingsdippedingold and some aspects of Rhysand’s mom just didn’t sit right, so I kind of felt like writing the same excerpt with Rhysand’s sister and their father.

The shadows of our grand estate felt like prison bars to me, each corridor echoing with memories of a time when our family was whole, unbroken by the icy grip of our father’s ambitions. Father always said he loved me, his only daughter, but his love felt like a shackle, chaining me to a destiny I never chose. I wanted to believe him, to embrace the warmth of his words, but the coldness in his eyes betrayed him every time.

Growing up in the opulent palace, I was surrounded by luxury, but it was a gilded cage. Father’s expectations were stifling, his love conditional and suffocating. He demanded perfection, wielding his affection like a weapon to mold me into his vision of the perfect daughter. I was supposed to be grateful, to bask in the glow of his approval, but it always felt like a pale imitation of the love I craved.

In his presence, I felt small, my own dreams and desires overshadowed by his domineering presence. I yearned for a father who would see me for who I was, not for what he wanted me to be. But whenever I faltered, his disappointment was a knife to my heart. His words, sharp and cutting, left scars that no one else could see. I was caught in a web of conflicting emotions, torn between the need for his approval and the desperate desire to break free from his control.

There were moments when I managed to laugh, fleeting glimpses of joy that felt almost foreign on my lips. These rare bursts of happiness seemed to echo unnaturally through the grand halls, their sound jarring against the somber backdrop of our home. It felt wrong, as if my laughter was a betrayal of the ever-present tension that bound our family. My skin would tighten, an uncomfortable reminder of the constraints placed upon me by Father’s love.

I remember one evening vividly, when Rhysand and I had stolen away to a secluded corner of the estate. He had told a joke, something silly and inconsequential, and for a brief moment, I let go. We laughed together, a sound so pure it almost hurt. But as soon as the laughter faded, guilt washed over me, leaving me hollow. How could I feel such lightness when my existence was so tightly controlled, when every move I made was scrutinized by Father’s watchful eyes?

In those moments of joy, I felt like an impostor in my own skin, as if I was wearing a mask that didn’t quite fit. My body would tense, the laughter turning sour as I anticipated Father’s disapproving gaze. I would glance around, half-expecting him to appear from the shadows, ready to chastise me for indulging in something as frivolous as happiness. It was as if my own joy was a crime, a weakness that could not be afforded in the harsh reality of our court.

Even in private, when I was alone with my thoughts, I struggled to find comfort. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I would sit by my window, staring out at the night sky, and wonder what it would feel like to be free of this invisible burden. To laugh without reservation, to exist without the constant pressure of his conditional love. But such thoughts were dangerous, and I quickly buried them, knowing that to entertain them was to invite a pain I could not afford to bear.

I remember the days when Rhysand and our mother would take to the skies, their silhouettes against the twilight sky a symbol of freedom I could only dream of. They soared together, their laughter carried down by the wind, a melody of joy and liberation. I would watch them from the ground, a bittersweet longing gnawing at my heart. I wanted to be up there with them, to feel the wind in my hair, to taste the exhilaration of flight. But instead, I stayed rooted to the earth, bound by my father’s side.

Father would stand next to me, his presence a stern anchor. He would place a heavy hand on my shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding. “You must stay here,” he would say, his voice a blend of authority and something that resembled care. “It’s safer on the ground.” I knew he believed that keeping me close was a way of protecting me, but it felt like a prison. Each time I watched Rhysand and Mother disappear into the clouds, a part of me ached to break free from his grasp.

The ground beneath my feet felt solid, immovable, just like Father’s expectations. I envied Rhysand’s wings, envied the bond he shared with Mother that allowed them to escape the confines of our reality, if only for a while. I would tilt my head back, squinting against the sun, and imagine what it would be like to leave everything behind, to soar above our estate and see the world without the weight of Father’s watchful eyes.

Sometimes, when Rhysand and Mother returned, their faces flushed with the joy of flight, they would urge me to join them next time. Mother’s eyes would sparkle with warmth and encouragement, and Rhysand would smile, his wings twitching in anticipation. But Father’s grip would tighten, and his disapproving silence would fill the air. “Not today,” he would say, a finality in his tone that brooked no argument. And so, I would watch them go again, their freedom a distant dream, while I remained tethered to the ground, longing for a sky I could never touch.

Despite the longing that tugged at my heart, I accepted my fate because he was my father. In his own twisted way, he believed he was doing what was best for me. And there were moments, fleeting glimpses of tenderness, when even in the depths of my confinement, his gaze held a flicker of something resembling love. In those moments, the weight of his expectations felt lighter, as if his approval could somehow fill the void left by the freedom I craved.

He showered me with gifts, jewels that sparkled like stars in the night sky, paintings that captured the beauty of our world in vivid strokes of color. Each offering was a testament to his love, a reminder that despite the suffocating confines of our relationship, there was still beauty to be found in our shared existence. I accepted them with a grateful smile, burying the ache of unfulfilled dreams beneath layers of false contentment.

I convinced myself that these gifts were enough, that the trappings of luxury could somehow compensate for the absence of true freedom. In the opulence of our estate, surrounded by the material wealth he provided, it was easy to forget the longing that gnawed at my soul. I would lose myself in the intricacies of a painting, the sparkle of a gemstone, and for a moment, the world outside our walls would fade into insignificance.

But deep down, I knew that no amount of gifts could fill the void left by the absence of genuine connection. No painting could capture the yearning in my heart, no jewel could match the brilliance of true freedom. And yet, in those moments when his gaze softened, when his love seemed almost tangible, I clung to the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, it would be enough.

#rhysand sister #some backstory #not really anti anyone in particular for this #rhysand #acotar #fanfic #we didn’t get enough story #rhysands mother #rhysand dad

[awoogayanderes]

Wait, I thought you were leaving this account back in 2021, so I left your account because you said you didn't have any motivation. What happened?? (I'm a taskmaster, and I was one of the people who were waiting on this spiral fanfic to be finished)

this is so fucking late but uhhh for those of you who don’t know i’ve had like several breaks

one time i even said i was gonna stop writing because i didn’t find any motivation or dedication to it anymore

my content now is very different from my content from a year or two ago, and i think thats for the best

my content when i first began was leaned more to dark romance, yk yandere style

and i think after writing so much for that trope, i just felt kinda wasted in a way ??? i didn’t really know how to write for angsty or fluffy tropes

i mean i still like dark romance but i wouldn’t say i’m known for that if i’m known at all

and regarding my silly little fanfic for “spiral” with william schenk, i’m genuinely unsure if i’ll continue it or discontinue it

i would love to continue it but it’s genuinely a lot of work i’d have to put in and i’m not too sure how well i’ll do before burning out and taking another break which i don’t want

again, i’m so sorry i never responded to this, i rarely ever open my inbox unless i’m just copy and pasting a request

#written by terra #some backstory #genuinely happy the way my blog is now

[drelldreams]

More headcanons about my Vivien Shepard:

• She attended an Alliance university on Mars.

• Vivien primarily speaks French, which is her mother tongue. Aside from that she also speaks English and Galactic Standard.

• Liara is like a sister to her.

• Her mother is a meteorologist, whereas her father is an astrobiologist.

• Her mother‘s passion for physics and mathematics and growing up on a spaceship is what influenced Vivien to pursue a physics and engineering degree at an Alliance university.

• She grew up on a large exploration vessel; the SSV Düsseldorf.

• Vivien spent a lot of time moving from place to place due to her parents being spacers. She‘s been to lots of different schools, but the constant moving around made it difficult to keep long term friends.

• She was kind of an outsider in most schools she went to. Sometimes she was popular — that was what Vivien likes to call the „new girl popularity“. It‘s characterized by not lasting long.

• Vivien received her N7 training in Brazil.

• She has twin brothers which are seventeen years old by ME2.

#oc: vivien shepard #about vivien #headcanon #some backstory #my oc‘s

[communiques-from-the-cornfield]

Today, there was no message. Maybe the field had nothing to say.

Instead, I'll provide some background on The Cornfield, since you haven't known it all your life.

This Cornfield is like any other cornfield in a lot of ways. It goes dormant in the winter and gets tilled for planting in the spring. It grows in the summer --always knee high by the Fourth of July--to be shucked and consumed. In the fall, the stalks brown and wither before being formed into a maze.

I've never made it to the center, I'm not sure anyone has.

I wonder what I would find if I did.

Maybe the farmer, since no one has ever seen them.

Its as if the field cares for itself. It grows, it changes, it prepares for the different seasons, but even I've never seen the one caring for it.

There's a house across the field; but no one ever enters or leaves. There isn't a car in the driveway and although lights go on and off, there are no shadows in the windows.

I suppose I should have found this weird, growing up...but it's just the way The Cornfield was. Questioning it was like questioning why the sun rose or the moon changed. I must have asked once--when I was young and questioning everything--but I don't remember the answer.

Maybe there wasn't one.

#Flash Fiction #magical realism #Horror? #Rural Americal #Cryptids and Cornfields #Some Backstory #Inspired By #Nowhere On Air #Cryptid

[evillustrations]

@shiningxfates

"Er... have you always sounded like... this?" Wait. That wasn't specific enough. "I mean-- this entire time, has your voice been... um..." Well, the artist wouldn't get an answer without being explicit, now, wouldn't he? [!]

#shiningxfates #V [!] Digital Sketches #Some backstory #Bakugou and Evil had a mini fight in 2021 which never ended #but that is okay since they had some interaction #Well Evil sees this blond #He sees the black mask #He sees the 'hero' and sees he has a type #Keep in mind that mini fight was 3 years ago and I HAVE NEVER HEARD Bakugou speak #Well I'm visiting my waifu rn and heard him speak #and OMG #Evil is just .... WHELP I AM DONE FOR #BC HOLY HELL BAKU'S VOICE IS DEEEEEEEEP #I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS #I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT #I MEAN EVIL'S VA GAVE HIM A DEEP VOICE TOO BUT HOLY------- #SO yes #that happened #<3

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

#who needs romance when i can watch two narrative foils painfully tolerate each other's existence #bonus points if they are forced to Work Together To Solve A Problem #and they end up working surprisingly well together! #they make a surprisingly effective team! #they even confide some backstory with each other & bond a bit & understand each other better #and when it's all over they shake hands & amicably agree that they still cannot fucking stand each other #'this was an interesting sidequest & I'm glad we got to experience it. #but all things considered i genuinely never want to see your face again' #Enemies to Chained-Up-In-An-Abandoned-Bathroom-Together #to Enemies #two stray cats forced to share a cat carrier for a trip to the vet

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #stage in playful land #stage in playfulland #these two are SO sleazy and i am utterly delighted by them #can't wait to find out their tragic backstory in approximately 3-4 weeks! #fortunately i have like a month to figure out how the heck to draw their hair (spoiler: i will never figure it out) #also. god. i love it whenever leona accidentally reveals his Mom Side. #he doesn't care about any of this but he WILL be tagging along to make sure no one else gets into trouble #once again he has to be the Responsible Adult and he hates it. the whimsical hat weighs heavy upon his head. #anyway this is me so excuse me while i now talk about diasomnia for three hours #but lilia being all 'kids gotta have some adventure in their lives!' is hilarious #specifically because you know silver would NEVER. #100% silver not only never snuck out but he always went to bed on time AND brushed his teeth AND flossed even when nobody made him. #lilia: aww but you should be enjoying your youth! >:c #silver: i am. i enjoy being respectful and disciplined and honoring you as my father. #lilia: #lilia: maybe i'm TOO good at raising kids #you know i was going to say none of his kids would be involved in this but i actually think malleus definitely would #he would not see it as a moral quandry though. he would just be excited to be invited along. #(the only reason he isn't there is because he was busy admiring a termite-infested beam somewhere and yuu didn't get a chance to ask him) #i mean MAYBE if lilia as his single authority figure told him no then he would have some reservations #but lilia's the one who's screaming HELL YEAH LET'S SNEAK OUT AND DEFY AUTHORITY while dabbing so moot point there #sebek would never and he would rat on everyone else. unless malleus is going in which case he's already there. #and i guess if everyone else is going silver probably would too #but he'd. y'know. feel conflicted about it.

[bluegiragi]

monster!au sketchdump #2

1-2: monster swap!! purely indulgent, since if they were actually these monsters from the start, they'd all have turned out different.

3: price in his prime! he was a real tank, but he grew out of his destructive phase.

4: preening time with gaz <3

early access + nsfw on patreon

#nothing will stop soap from wearing crop tops and low waisted jeans #also i PROMISE i am planning to do a backstory comic at some point showing how price lost his wing #for now just enjoy the fact that for many years he was an absolute menace in the skies #also dragons dont preen like harpies do - they clean themselves in different ways #price learnt how to preen gaz on a mission they had together where gaz was injured and unable to do it himself comfortably #its a tradition now #monster 141 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #giragi art

[bunnyatim-live-and-reloaded]

Benedict’s Journal (a bit of backstory...)

12-30-1929 My name is Benedict McCracken. I’m a new character designer at Joey Drew Studios. After their “Bendy the Dancing Devil” cartoons seemingly struck gold, they yearned for more. That’s where I came in. The studio, wanting some sort of “go-getter” female to appeal to the flapper crowd and rise of women’s rights asked me for help. I pitched a line of silent cartoons known to the world as… “The Adventures of Blot the Bunny”. Blot was a hit! She was cute, she was kind, and she had an adorable bow on her head. The kids of the decade didn’t know it yet, but this silent cartoon would be a staple of their childhood, and as a result, they would grow into adults with a deep nostalgia for the cartoons that had shaped them as children.

10-30-1937 The depression is happening. Not mental depression, no… they’re calling this period “The Great Depression”. Which means budget cuts. The last Blot cartoon they’ve made in years was “Blot the Bunny in Swinging Saturdays” back in 1931. Joey quote “put the character on hiatus”. As the Great Depression (or as I’d like to call it, the Big Sad) dragged on, Joey Drew Studios found itself in need of cash. Joey Drew had an idea... “let’s bring Blot back!” he told the execs at the studio. After all, Blot had been a hit in the last decade. Surely she could draw in a crowd again as the country struggled with economic strife, right? They made a few changes to appeal to the new age’s sensibilities. For one, Blot’s name got changed. There was no more “the”. They retooled her into “Blotbunny”, the plucky rabbit girl going on everyday misadventures involving a disgruntled carrot farmer. (As a side note, one of my colleagues apparently doesn’t know how to spell the word carrot.) They created a cast of characters to get along with her. “Melancholic Melody” the cat, “Cheekers Chippery” the squirrel, and “Dexter Doggy” whose species should be obvious to name a few. Audiences loved the Blotbunny revamp... in fact, the show experienced a surge in popularity that rivaled that of Bendy the Dancing Devil. Joey Drew Studios was back on top again, and this time it was like they were never gone.

7-19-1942 Joey Drew Studios, like any studio of this day and age is having a struggling existence in large part to the war. Which is why me and my team were sought out again. They already re-released their old Bendy cartoons to support war bonds, but it apparently wasn’t enough. Apparently wartime propaganda is seemingly lucrative. So we did what we were told. We made four of such cartoons. “Blotbunny and Dexter Doggy in Rivet Romance”, “Blotbunny in Fuehrer Follies”, “Blotbunny in Factory Funnies”, and “Blotbunny in Karmic Kamikaze”. The war proved that cartoons were no longer just a commodity for the kids; they could, in fact, be used for so much more than just entertainment. The new Blotbunny cartoons would help the war effort immensely. The factories were producing weapons, yes, but they were also producing propaganda. Now, if you wanted a cartoon made, there was only one place to turn to... Joey Drew Studios.

9-02-1945 Blotbunny was immensely successful during the war. To the point where some company named Ruegger-Plotz Studios made a knockoff. That was Blotrunny, the lop-eared ersatz only featured in one cartoon, “Bunny’s Buzz”. Peter White, an animator for Blotbunny cartoons suggested that we buy them out. Ruegger-Plotz Studios was not happy with this decision and immediately began legal proceedings. The two sides would be tied up in court cases for the next four years, the cost of which ate through their profits like a voracious worm eating away at an apple. In the end, however, Joey Drew Studios emerged victorious and gained a valuable new character. Blotrunny was rebooted into Blotbunny’s shy and awkward twin sister. They even gave her a bow as a call-back.

7-30-1948 Joey Drew Studios went bankrupt. And this is also the first time I noticed that weird machine… “the Ink Machine”. Out of curiosity, I decided to investigate and attempt to use it. I slipped a picture I inked of Blotbunny into the machine. The machine whirred to life, and Blotbunny appeared on the other side in 3D, as if she had been pulled from the pages of the comic itself. The Ink Machine, it seemed, was able to bring cartoons to life. Her design was slightly bastardized. I slipped more comics into the machine, and corrupted versions of Blotbunny’s friends came out the other side. I remembered what the machine was for… Bendyland. I slipped a final paper in, a few alternate versions of Bendy I doodled both as a middle finger to Hay’s Code and out of boredom. Bendie the Inkubus and Buddy the Lil’ Demon were their names. During that process, my hand got caught in the ink machine and pulled in half of my face. By the time I escaped its snare, my face and arm were... half toon, made of drippy and unstable ink. The machine had changed my form; I was both a cartoon and a real person at the same time, which, it has to be admitted, was a little unnerving. I looked at my hands, now half drippy ink. I could feel myself slipping into a state of panic; perhaps this “Ink Machine” wasn’t a good idea after all. I put my two weeks' notice in.

8-3-1948 The Blotbunny voice cast mysteriously haven’t been showing up to work. Frances Strong, Blotbunny’s voice actress, was an angelic singer, so I suppose she moved on… what about Richard Cox? And Helen Taylor? And Mary Zeldin? For some reason, Blotbunny’s entire cast of characters had just... disappeared. Their roles were left unfilled, and no one knew where they had gone without explanation. However, the ink machine had been a smashing success... Joey Drew had big plans for what it would be used for next. But it shouldn’t matter to me now… I quit, after all. I can’t help but worry, though…

(That was the final page of Benedict’s journal)

#batim au #batim au lore #blotbunny #benedict mccracken #some backstory #ben's musings (textposts tag)

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

#content warnings for sex violence self harm and general angst #six chapters 41K words #people who have asked for longer stories of these two please give this one a look #I've watched this unfold since late may? early july? and it's been an exciting experience #I'm not a writer I think it's better than what I could've come up with #honestly though the way he managed to get inside Machete's and Vasco's heads was uncanny their mannerisms and thought processes are spot on #some of the events aren't canon but they might as well be #and most of the background details and backstory tidbits are accurate believe me he's very well versed on their lore #big history nerd so the worldbuilding is intense #you get to meet the dog pope #there's saint sebastian #roommate hijinks #it gets kind of bleak at times though so be mindful of that #it's not all fluff and good feelings #Separation #Heinaven #RoobrickMarine #own characters #own art #artists on tumblr #CanisAlbus #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #if you end up reading the whole thing it would be really sweet if you left a little comment as a thanks for his hard work

[mrkida-art]

Young dwarf Thorin

#I reject the way the movies changed Thorin's backstory #sorry PJ I hate what you did there #This is supposed to be post war of the dwarves and orcs by not too much time #Maybe a few years after Thráin brings Durin's Folk to Ered Luin #Since you know... Thorin didn't become king until after Thráin went on his quest for Erebor #anyways here are some tags #thorin oakenshield #thorin #the hobbit thorin #the hobbit #tolkien #my art #dwarves #lotr #the lord of the rings #durin's folk #lord of the rings #longbeards #young thorin oakenshield #mr.kida talks #in the tags at least #dwarves with shitty beards

[words-writ-in-starlight]

listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN

I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.

I hope they make twelve of these motherfuckers.

#honor among thieves #dnd #dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #holga kilgore #she is a BARBARIAN whose name is KILL GORE like who among us has not been in a party with this exact character #some new player who picked whatever they were told was the easiest class and gave them a name that is 98% a joke #and just piggybacked their backstory onto the most experienced player's as like rp training wheels #and then smash cut 60 sessions later and we're all getting choked up over john dingus or whatever #do you motherfuckers know how rarely i cry????? about ANYTHING????? #god it was so good #i am going to watch this an unhealthy amount #i want a separate movie for every red wizard and also one about xenk's backstory #his name is X E N K with an X these writers have played some fucking DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS #do i have to buy dead in thay now?????? i think i have to buy dead in thay now #i literally ran dnd on friday and this movie put me in WITHDRAWAL i want to play some dnd Now

[hajihiko]

A surprise visit

#Ryoma hoshi #Hajime hinata #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa #Drv3 #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #an art #This is what I ment by being self indulgent w ryoma backstory lol #An au from actual v3 ofc but built on the idea that Ryoma and Izuru both got out for some HPA activities #Conditionally of course. And the dialogue where Fuyuhiko offers them both a place to stay and yadda yadda #You get it. My self indulgent little narrative

[jvlianbashir]

"the creator said in a reddit thread -" "the official twitter account posted that -" "the actors confirmed in a livestream that -"

i don't care and that's not real to me. put it in the text.

#for fun stuff like 'this character's favorite food is meatballs' im like cool but for worldbuilding and stuff? nah #i do understand some nuance with writers or w/e who were held back by corporate teams on confirming a character is gay or something #and wanting to talk about their hopes and intentions #but this is rly about the opposite with creative teams wanting the points for diversity or plot choices #or world building without putting it in the actual story #esp if its bc they just didn't want to piss off bigots or can't write well #sw giving backstory on the sith fleet situation in a TWEET will always be infamous to me #not st #doctor's log

[taohs]

(some) Balalaika moments that lives in my head rent free

#blacklagoonedit #black lagoon #balalaika #mine #e:gifs #usersenka #userroh #usermoh #userkyaa #userinahochi #tusersin #oldanimeedit #ive fallen in love with giffing old anime #look at her...! 😭 #she’s war crazy and does criminal things but she’s still not like... inherently evil or malicious #considering her backstory i don’t blame her for being ruthless!!! #also she's so Hot and seductive but i find her so endearing especially when she’s just being casual #balalaika: *threatens people at gunpoint* me: no listen to me guys she can be cute- #me writing a paragraph on just me being in love with her ksjshd #notes dont matter to me i just want some people to appreciate this beauty *_*

[murkycran]

Alastor, Vox, and Smiles

Sooo I noticed in Episode 2 when we're introduced to Vox's character for the first time he spends a considerable amount of time forcibly putting on a smile when around other people.

For the cameras

Then for Velvette

And then when trying to calm Valentino down

Now that we have confirmation that Vox and Alastor used to be friends* because of the torn photo, Alastor's speech to Charlie about smiling to put up a facade for various reasons just highlights the similarities between Alastor and Vox. Almost like they have the same philosophy and tactics when it comes to manipulating those around them, huh?

(*I say "friends" because you don't just have pictures taken with mere "acquaintances", tear the so-called acquaintance out of the picture when mad, and then keep the torn photo for years and years. Vox didn't even throw away the torn part, the whole point of tearing someone out of a picture is to get rid of them and he straight up kept Alastor's torn half of the picture lol. And I don't think they were ever business partners because Alastor said "no" to "joining Vox's team". Plus, I highly doubt Vox would be as vehemently pissed off at Alastor if they were just acquaintances... So I feel like they were at the very least friends. Maybe even more than friends...)

Alastor is undoubtedly better than Vox at maintaining the facade, but still... I just think it's interesting that they share such a similar philosophy for interacting with others. Add to it that Alastor clearly knows how to press Vox's buttons (heh) so well that he can send him into a blackout and it's just more and more evident that they used to be close at one point. Close enough for Alastor to teach Vox some of his tricks for manipulation or Vox to pick up the same habits.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #staticlovetune #radiostatic #vivziepop #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #voxal #in case it wasn't clear I am very much hoping they were more than friends lmao #but at the very least I think they were close enough friends that Alastor taught Vox some of his tricks for manipulating people #I NEED to know their backstory pleaseeeee