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#vox is so done with him
minimanuke · 3 months
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This image was MADE for them
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tomatoart · 1 year
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the raw guy
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tallbidraws · 21 days
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after the overlord meeting
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prince-liest · 1 month
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Hey Mr Prince, for a question about Val in your 666 series! He was very chill with Alastor interrupting him and Vox last time, but do you think he might get jealous of Alastor in the future, as Vox's obsession for him is only deepening now that they're spending more and more time together? He seems possessive and volatile enough for this... (mostly with Angel Dust who he sees as his property, but Vox also expects to be the "ungrateful whore" Val is angry at in ep2)
Hello! I've gotten some fic comments that are a similar question to this over the last couple of 666 fics, so I appreciate the opportunity to answer it on my blog, haha.
I'm going to be totally honest, as much as the radiostatic side of 666 is part of my aroace agenda, the staticmoth side of it is just as much my poly agenda and I don't (currently) have any intention of writing a jealousy plot of any sort from Valentino's side of things! This is for a few reasons:
I'm just not a huge fan of jealousy plots as a whole, and despite being Like That, this fic series is kind of a comfort series for me.
This isn't very clear from the lack of timestamps and whatnot (though this makes me inclined to be clearer about it in future fics), but radiostatic aren't actually spending very large swathes of time together. Alastor's "dealing with Vox" meter is too resource-poor for that, lmfao.
I think Valentino is a possessive fuck but the way that I write him, he wouldn't register what radiostatic are getting up to as worth getting legitimately jealous over, especially because:
Part of Vox's character progression in this series is actually transitioning from obsession to genuine affection, not increased obsession!
The natures of their respective relationships are really different. (As is the nature of Valentino's relationship with Angel Dust.)
Val and Vox already have their own relationship bullshit going on in the background at any given point in time. Someone should financially compensate Velvette for that. Oh, wait, that's probably what Love Potion is for.
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oh yeah, changed my pfp because this-
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-radiates all the energy.
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hypervoxel · 2 months
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Enough discourse, I wanna post about headcanons
The Vees are a polycule to me, but in a way that I can't even explain without an entire slowburn fanfic (stay tuned. I'm a slow writer). But I will try.
Velvette:
I do adhere to the lesbian Velvette headcanon. She's dating Vox and still occasionally joins Valentino for a threesome with him. When she first joined the Vees, Velvette used to identify as bisexual (and still loves the bi flag colors the most) and all three of them used to date, before Velvette realized that she's a lesbian.
She and Vox are still dating, and they have an open relationship.
Vox:
Vox's response to Velvette coming out was, "So you're breaking up with Val?" Yes, his pronouns are he/him. No, he's not a man. He'd long shed the fleshy confines of humanity and gender along with it.
Vox is aspec, agender, autistic. To me. He's sex favorable of the 'I want to do it for my partner's enjoyment' flavor. Watching from cameras brings him just as much enjoyment, and he watches everything and everyone, living vicariously, a voyer through the screen. As a result of that, he's so so touched starved, but his sense of feeling is muted (the consequences of betraying flesh in favor of the machine). Soft touches to his synthetic skin don't really register, his sense of feeling restricted to mostly pressure and pain, so he's become a bit of a masochist in response because that's something physical.
Valentino:
He just likes sex. He chases pleasure in any form he can find, dopamine rushes from numerous drugs, orgasmic release, the rush of power from crushing someone underfoot. Anything and everything, he'll try it all. And none of it is really enough, so he'll never stop chasing more.
Valentino doesn't consider his relationship with Vox romantic, even if Vox totally does. They're friends, sure, business partners, absolutely, and fuckbuddies wherever Val is in the mood for it. But romance isn't Val's thing. That's hard work, and Val saves romancing for potential new hires he wants to sign a contract with. What Vox and he have is also written down on a contract, joining their businesses together too closely to be parted without blood, but it's not the same. Not to Val. So, he wouldn't call Vox his boyfriend, but he also wouldn't correct anyone who said they were. Vox is someone he can let his guard down with, one of the few people who would never want to get out of the contract their names are signed on. They work well together. That's better than any romance you can get in Hell, Val thinks.
Val and Velvette are catty besties. Pan/Lesbian solidarity and hostility all in one.
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urlocal-cryptid7 · 2 months
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New blorbo obtained of yall couldn’t tell
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drawnandredrawn · 4 months
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Asked my followers on the bird site what they wanted more of from me in 2024 and the answers were 'Vox doodles' Vox teeth' and 'tiddy', in that order, so here's some of my Vox sketches from the past few days.
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Percy who most likely wasn't educated to be a ruler due to not being the eldest child, who lived last years as an outcast and then as a member of shady adventurous party a.k.a. Vox Machina, who gave all his heir of Whitestone authority to his sister, who failed to persuade even a guardian at the gates to Vasselheim not more than few minutes ago:
"...with my experties in statecraft I can negotiate terms that will..."
Me: I'm sorry, what experties?
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neopuff · 4 months
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(saundor voice) now...pussycat...tell me more about...myself
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thirddagger · 1 year
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Hello Critters I'm having a horrid bad news bears day, if you have a favorite piece of CR media like a compilation or a post or something like that that makes you smile I'd thoroughly appreciate it and I will find a way to thank you
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joyfulsongbird · 1 year
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more kynan and cassandra!! for anyone who loves them as much as i do <3
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frank-a-lank · 1 year
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your honor, he’s blorbo shaped
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brunettepenguin · 2 years
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my friend forced me to binge the legend of vox machina w him this weekend (/pos) and he got to watch me attach myself to my newly acquired blorbo percy de rolo in real time
as SOON as the briarwoods showed up and we got that first glimpse of Edgelord Percival in episode 3 I immediately went "oooh he's so sexy and traumatized" and the claws of obsession have yet to let go
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voxiiferous · 1 year
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Hellaina and Vox matching as one another's dates for a party! Drabble under the cut.
If asked, Vox would say it started three days ago when he'd broken up with Valentino... again. In truth, it had started six weeks ago when he'd accepted the invitation to the party, with the assumption he would have a date, and thus the reminder not to forget it until the last possible minute.
All of that is to say, it brings he and Hellaina to the current moment. The last accountant files out of the boardroom. Hellaina is leaning back in her chair, sinking into it, her palms pressed to her eyes as she lets out a long sigh. The only other person is Em, lingering by the door. "Sooo," his casting director says, stretching the vowel out until both he and Hellaina look towards her. "I know it looks like you both super wanted to do more work tonight, but what about the party tonight?"
"What party?" Hellaina asks, in the same moment that their phones chime at them in unison, with the ever-convenient calendar reminders. "Right, that party."
"We need to get ready-- Em," he says, already standing up, despite the protestations of his spine from sitting in the chairs for hours. "Arrange for a last minute gift for the hosts. Have it ready for," he checks his phone. It's quarter to six, and the party starts at eight. "Before 7:30, we'll pick it up on our way out."
She salutes,, as the door swings shut behind her. He'd make sure she got a bonus on her next cheque as thanks.
The ride up to the penthouse isn't tense so much as busy. Hellaina is messaging Dia, telling her wife not to expect her home, while he's ordering the limo be waiting. He never truly appreciates just how in sync they are until moments like this, when without having to even say anything, she knows to get read. The fact that this isn't the first time they've had to do this is telling, "Which colour?" he asks, pausing at the door to his bedroom.
"Blue," she answers, heading into the guest room.
Years ago, when it had been clear that they'd have moments exactly like this, it had been easier to simply keep a few easy outfits in the guest closet; red, blue, purple, teal. The blue is probably the one they default to the most often, and it's easy enough to find matching pieces in his closet. Pinstripe jacket, grey vest, the tie that matches. He lays it out on the bed, undoing his buttons one handed as he does.
An entire life, and after life of suits had rendered it as second nature as it could be, even with claws that were sharper than fingers had ever been. His shirt stays in, even as everything else goes. New pants, tuck the shirt in, the vest with its buttons, jacket. He's pulling at his cuffs, and the sit of the jacket to get it to lay straight when she walks in, fixing her earrings.
"Zipper?"
She nods, he heels clinking against the hardwood floors as she spins to face her back to him. He catches the zipper and pulls it up the rest of the way, frowning at the way it snags. No wonder she couldn't get it to go all the way. They might have to replace it soon, or see if the costume people could do anything about it.
She turns back, and eyes him critically. "Your screen, clean it." She fishes her phone out of the purse looped over her elbow. They're making good time, but still not enough to be comfortable with something they had forgotten about until half an hour ago. However much he might have preferred Val's presence, which was honestly a toss up some nights, he can be certain he and Hellaina will get out the door on time; no being fashionably late, or arguing over colours, just straight forward preparedness. It also means it will be more of a networking and actively work sort of one, as compared to the more straightforward date it would otherwise be.
He laughs, and ducks into the ensuite bathroom for the cloth, and the spray that worked best on the screen, running the microfibre across to clear the smudges, and then a little harder over one particularly stubborn one.
He can hear the door open and close, and then she's ducking her head into the bathroom, waving a sparkly silver gift bag. "Em just delivered the gift, and the limo'll be here in five." She would definitely be getting a bonus.
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They pull up to the estate right on time, as she loops his arm through his. They look like a united front, and the blue always harkens back to the brand. It helps that, in heels, she's only a foot taller than him, as compared to three without. "Ready?" She asks.
Vox grins. "Showtime,"
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seakicker · 1 year
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JUJU... LINK POX (PISS VOX) ART..........
POX LIKE CHICKEN POX?
anyways here it is HDJSHSJSN here it is. the art that ruined my life and helped potentially awaken a new kink in me
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