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#*portfolio (musings) #Oh Look You Are So Correct #this IS him!!!

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A moment that has almost definitely happened:

Vox: Yeah, I’m a friend of Dorothy

Interviewer: …but you don’t… know a Dorothy?

#Queue Vox’s expression becoming a reaction image #*portfolio (musings) #*personnel file (hc) #Friend of Dorothy = slang for a gay man

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Muse profile!

Tagged by: @e-m-p-error Tagging: @outofradios, @radiomurdeer, @novinare, @do-these-eyes-look-human, @themosthatedbeingg, @halcyonterror, @rocxyoulikeahurricane, @cervidae-demon

#*personnel file (hc) #*portfolio (musings)

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Which Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel ring of Hell are you?

Envy Ring

Ruler: Leviathan Famous Residents of the Ring: • Mob Sharks Status: Unknown Known Locations in the ring: • Levitowne (Unconfirmed) Associated Color: purple Native Species: Shark/Sea Creature Demons Description: Envy is the sixth ring in hell, Not very much is known about the Envy ring besides that it is possibly home to under water or under sea demons. It is said that the Envy ring is a gigantic sea and that most of the inhabitants live underwater.

**| I’m alright with this! I like the water, I’m okay with the aquatic ring— that and while probably not my most fitting sin there many that suit me far less!

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#*no signal (ooc)

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i will forever treasure this omegle interaction

#This reads like a poem #I love it #the vibes the implications #the “stranger has disconnected” #*portfolio (musings)

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Are you a good person?

you are a good person/mostly good

yayyy

“Oh now there’s one I haven’t heard! Now there’s gotta be more nuance to this, or I’ve wound up in the wrong place— and I know I haven’t.”

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#*elevator pitch (dash interactions)

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this guy is such a loser i want him in my bed immediately

#OH THERE IS TRUTH IN THISSS!!! #*portfolio (musings) #yeah absolutely incredible #Tv man has an interesting taste in men

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Vox looks over his shoulder at his husband, from where, in front of the chair, he's folding his suit. He'd slept in them before, but the preference was always for something more casual. "Pride's politics are, we don't know much of what's going on in the other rings," which was a flaw, and simply one of many things he would try and fix. "Your taste for chaos never ceases, does it darling?"

"Saying you'd kill Lucifer isn't a plan, it's an idea, at best." He sets his suit down, and comes to lay beside Alastor on the bed. Beside, you wouldn't want to be king."

for @voxiiferous - late night pillow talk that all this is or is it?

"Darling of course I want more political turmoil, Hell's politics are boring at the best of times. Someone needs to liven things up."

"Just think we could both capitalize upon my plans and that all they are for now merely just plans." He smiles at his husbands as he makes himself comfortable laying on their bed with his legs kicking the air behind him. Now they could be serious about these plans for the down of hell or it was just late night silly pillow talk.

#outofradios #*filming schedule (rp) #Vox: you wouldn't want to be king (but I would)

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**| I feel so bad for Lilith in the last response! If she was in Hell this probably would change, if it was Vivian rather than Vox, she and Lucifer would have swapped, if it was Vox's PA she would have lived! So many ways for her to survive, and this is the like... one case where it doesn't.

#*no signal (ooc) #*elevator pitch (dash interactions)

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DMK: Lucifer, Lilith, Charlie. The Morningstars edition~

"Marry Lucifer-- he's the only one who fits my particular... gender of choice, plus I'd be a fucking idiot not to marry the king. Kill Lilith-- she's not here and as a result nothing saves her. Date Charlie, her plans could use some work, but I like she's at least trying to help Hell."

#*roll camera (meme responses) #Vox you are too blase about your answers here #why was this SO quick???

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-innocent whistle- DMK: Rosie. Alastor and Valentino

@outofradios | You're cruel! Can't believe you've given him three of his partners.

"...There are no good answers here, are there?"

Date: "Rosie, I guess? She'd be the more stable option than Val and I..."

Marry: "Well I'm already married to you darling-- and as neither of us got a divorce when we were actually broken up, then I can't imagine doing it now."

Kill: "You're just itching for more political turmoil aren't you? Three Overlords... fine, yeah, I'll kill Val. At least Vel and I could probably make up for the disaster that'll be."

#*roll camera (meme responses) #outofradios

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Send me “Date, Marry, and Kill” as well as three names

I’m sure you know the drill by now.

#*appointments (meme)

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[catvideo/voxhusk] fake(?) date

#I am THRILLED by the background characters #AND OH WAIT NIFFTY #I DIDN'T EVEN SEE HER AT FIRST #*head shots (art)

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Flirts by liking your posts until you dm me

#*no signal (ooc)

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NPC Spotlight :: The Vaudeville Fellow before Vox & Pentagram City's Golden Age of Theatre | Ira & Claude

Thanks @arachn0philia for the inspiration of the rivalry!

Vox isn't the first media Overlord in Hell, that much is obvious with Alastor's presence alone. What slightly less people realize, is they're not the first set of media Overlord rivals either.

Ira and Claude were the last set, and were, themselves, one of a long line of them. They're point of contention, rather than the news, as their predecessors disagreed on, was the theatre. Claude was born in 1877, and grew up in a family that were performers. His older brother became a circus performer, his parents found their niche as some of the earliest Vaudeville performers when the genre was just beginning to make its way in America.

He could dance, sing, play a handful of instruments. He was a multi-talented individual, who spent most of his life as a travelling performer. He spent more time in a theatre than a house, and learned a lot of his basic skills in tandem with it. He needed to read to read scripts, he needed math to balance the troupe's books. And really, nothing ever changed for him, he just went from ferrying props back and forth to being a performer, and then a headlining act.

In 1916, he died-- it might have been malicious, it might have been an accident, but something went terribly wrong with the stage curtain where he was performing, and dead went the Vaudevillian when it collapsed on him.

He woke up in Pentagram City with a new face-- a theatre mask, which while not traditionally something he used in his acts, also was fine enough! He picked up a dab hand at dramatic makeup and little appliques to change each given look.

He didn't set out to be an Overlord, really, he didn't, but the variety shows welcomed everyone and so his little section of the city, and it really was small! Just a few streets, welcomed in circus performers who no longer had their circus, and the other Vaudeville ones, the burlesque shows, the cabaret. It was all entertainment, and this is the point of contention he found with Ira.

Claude wasn't the only theatre Overlord in the early part of the century. Isidoro (but as that was a name a toddler had to live up to, he mostly went by Ira) had been born fifty years earlier in 1827, and to a relatively well-off Italian family. He was educated in all the classics and their languages, and the scripture. He could play instruments and dance as a gentleman should, and most importantly, he could sing. When he was sixteen, his education tilted properly into professional stagecraft.

For Ira, the goal of theatre was only ever half for entertainment. The stage was a place of wonder, where stories that could cross border and language and space could be performed. Tragedies could make people cry, and in no place was that as clear as the opera.

Ira, throughout his tenure, played all sorts of roles-- he played the young leading man, when he got older, the father, he directed, he was beloved during a golden age of the medium. While he stayed, primarily, in Italy, he travelled to France, and to Germany, he performed across Europe.

And then, in his own tragic twist of fate, found his own at the end of a rope, caught up in the rigging in 1881. In Hell, he looked like an Opera dei Pupi marionette. His limbs hung strangely, he moved in ways alien to a biological form-- his face was painted, and in Hell, he became the foremost Overlord in charge of the theatre.

He thought it best in its 'purer' forms-- opera, of course, but also the more naturalistic, realist plays, Shakespeare and all the great classics. He appealed to the sinners who craved something... higher class than what was usually on offer, and even the Ars Goetia could sometimes be found to frequent his theatres.

And then came Claude, who peddled cheap comedy, and a scandalous laugh to the masses, who charged a pittance for entry.

Their rivalry was never as... explosive as their successors would be, and took more the form of defaced posters, and shows set on the same nights. Claude's acts would have pointed jokes-- and perhaps, it would have gone the way of Vox and Alastor, but instead they ended up striking up, at least part of, a friendship. Claude would attend the operas, and even if his face, and his clothing was clearly costume, they found a middle-ground in the Commedia dell'arte, and in the late 1930s, a handful of plays were performed as a collaboration between the two of them.

There was, perhaps, some value to the others perspective, and when they weren't spitting audiences between each other, it strengthened both of them.

Sadly, the theatre, as much a place of family and camaraderie, is also one of petty jealousy and people who believe they are more talented than they are. In 1953, Ira was killed by one of his actresses who believed she had been scorned and passed over again, and again, and who had plotted with her newest beau that if he was out of the way, that they could take over and make her a star.

If it hadn't been for Claude's tempering influence, Ira would have become one of the jars in Sloth, as it was, he found himself in Heaven, and very little changed.

As for Claude, in the first extermination following Vox's death, very shortly after his fall, Claude was caught up in it. He had always just sort of been a fine enough fellow, and when he ended up at the pearly gates, knew enough to lie to not draw any attention to himself and his arrival from Hell, not very pious, but a useful trick for a performer to pull.

The power vacuum he left was a perfect opportunity for Vox, and so ended Hell's golden age of the theatre.

He and Ira's rivalry remains in Heaven, but its playful, and in much the same way that Claude accepted everyone in Hell, a lot of the children who end up in Heaven without parents become regulars where he is.

#*personnel file (hc) #Claude's been kicking around as an NPC since the blog start #He didn't have a name or more than that he died! #Vox doesn't know his name #Ira is new today #The particular theme of Vox and Al's rivalry is theirs #but the actual existence of it is just retreading previous duos

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@voxiiferous replied to your post “@voxiiferous replied to your post “// i like to...”:

No, no, you're absolutely right. You’re not reinventing the wheel, every story has been told, and retold, you’re just changing the font, the names. There were ones before you, and there will be ones after

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#Me at Vox: Literally part of your backstory is the Vaudeville fellow #OF COURSE he must have had a rival! #Alastor will also throw a fit when he realizes he won’t be forever #Absolutely incredible this is art #*elevator pitch (dash interactions)

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[catvideo] annoyed the radio star

#'what is this?' 'I had a weird day' #yeah you... you did #you REALLY did #I love Vel's cameo #*head shots (art)