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lucifer had messed with the gift a few times while others enjoyed a game or two, though he was obviously too distracted to really stop and think about the intricacies with the party going on. they were about to set up the piñata as the last activity when lucifer sensed a familiar presence and quickly turned. "alastor! oh, for me?" his eyes lit up and he looked back up just in time for the kiss, which he was quick to return, and then grinned.
"thanks, love. i am, but it somehow just got even better with you here. i'm so happy you made the effort. i loved your gift! noticed i couldn't use magic, though." he huffed, but of course wasn't truly upset. with one hand carefully holding the flowers, the other pulled him back down for another quick kiss. "we're about to beat the candy out of this piñata, if you wanted to join? but no using your full strength."
"Of course for you." Alastor said and was glad to hear that the other had been having a good time. A shame he missed most of it but he was here now. He chuckled at the huff about the puzzle box. "Magic would ruin the feeling of accomplishment when you solve it. But if I made it too tricky I'll help you." The stag said and happily accepted another kiss, letting this one linger a little longer.
Then pulled back he tilted his head curiously. "A what now?" He questioned and looked over at the piñata being set up. "I'll join you with the beating of this thing to acquire sweets." Alastor said with a chuckle.
once it was time for gifts, there was one that stuck out due to its elegant wrapping. "this one first!" he declared, picking it up and noticing the solid weight of it. lucifer had an idea of what it could be at that point, and carefully set it on the table in front of him to unwrap. the design was incredibly impressive once he peeled away the paper, with his eyes roaming the various parts in awe. alastor had really gone all out, it seemed! naturally, his first instinct was to use magic to open it up, but nothing happened. "... damn." of course his partner had guessed he'd try that.
"it's a puzzle box!" he explained to the room in case anyone didn't understand. he wouldn't have time to figure it out yet until after gifts, but was sure to set it somewhere in reach while he opened everything else, his eyes occasionally wandering back to it in curiosity, wondering just what was inside and already making plans on how to open it.
It was late in the evening when Alastor finally arrived back to the hotel. Though Lucifer was aware of his lateness the stag still felt terrible for missing the activities. But it seemed like things were still lively with plenty of drinks to be had so there would still be time to participate and spend time with his beloved. Though he'd already gotten Lucifer a gift he came to the hotel with a bouquet of roses that were neatly wrapped, an apology gift for his tardiness.
Spotting Lucifer he strolled over and smiled warmly as he offered the flowers. "Happy birthday Lu~" Alastor says and leans down to steal a kiss. "Are you having fun?"
"Al..i can fit the whole world in my hands! " he turned cupping the others cheeks in his hands. eyes sparkling with joy waiting... // either past or future bc of the pic :3c
Alastor started to chuckle at the ridiculous statement. Then he turned his head to say something but then his face was gently grabbed. He blinked and ears flattened back in a rare bashful moment.
"You silly little picture box." He wouldn't admit it but that was smooth. "I think if I'm your whole world you'd have to pick me up to make that statement true."
Vox's broken Antenna Origin Story 📺 based on that popular meme 😂
Sketched it for alvoxweek2026 ! Day 1: Past
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Murdermedia Week just ended recently, and a couple of days ago I was told alvox Week is soon~ Is there actually anyone who manages to draw for all radiostatic ship weeks and all prompts?😳
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Birthday Gift
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Alastor wasn't able to join the party just yet but left his gift on the table with the others. Wrapped up in shimmery gold paper with an elaborate red bow that looked like a carnation it was decent sized gift. No need to put a tad on saying who it was from because Lucifer would know instantly as they already discussed what it was. An elaborate puzzle box in the design of an old radio, red wood with black and gold painted edges. There were lots of nobs, gears and moving parts in the crafted gift with carved sigils all over. There was a spell over it to prevent Lucifer from cheating with magic to get the true present out. Alastor hoped that the devil wouldn't get too frustrated trying to figure out how to open it.
geto is a stranger to any sort of tender feelings and comfort. he was raised like a tool, a perfect weapon, so whatever warmth regular people exchange between each other is unknown to him. or so he thought, because whenever it came to gojo, he was no different compared to other people with their sentimental feelings.
he was taken aback, what does it mean satoru missed him? his sanctuary?.. his brows curved up as he looked down at the white haired male, someone he would lay his life down for, and not just because of being gojo's bodyguard. suguru's arm squeezed tighter onto the male's frame as he kept his voice low, in a smooth rasp. "i'm glad i can be one for you, toru." he paused, before adding. "and i'm not going nowhere. now, rest. it's hella late." he murmurs and leans down, brushing his face against the snow like hair.
The squeeze was a reassurance that he wasn't alone. The he mattered to someone, not just to be used or having to meet high expectations of. Suguru was just there and accepted him for just being himself. He squeezed him back for a moment then his grip loosened. Gojo was tired, so very tired, but now with someone he felt calm with maybe he could get some sleep.
"Can we got lay down together?" He asked that was followed by a yawn. "Would be more comfortable than the couch..."
For the first couple of seconds, all Vox can focus on are Alastor's lips. He can taste a hint of iron and spices on them, which isn't surprising, considering who this is. What catches him a little off guard is that they are much softer than he was expecting, especially knowing the sharp teeth hidden just underneath them. Deadly blades that have torn apart thousands of souls.
The contrast sends a shiver of want running along his spine, even if he does his best not to acknowledge it. Despite what the Radio Demon has hinted at, he can't get too ahead of himself. If he rushes it, if he pushes too hard, he'll ruin it all.
So, he does his best to focus on the present and that's when he realises that Alastor isn't returning the kiss. He feels frozen under Vox's mouth and hands and that can't be good, even if he hasn't pulled away yet.
Panic surges inside the TV demon, who is completely oblivious to his rival's inner conflicts, and he instantly makes to pull away, a stream of apologies already flooding his tongue, but he stops when he feels the other Overlord's fingers gripping at his shoulders, preventing him from moving away.
The fear in his expression leaves space to confusion and, then, to shock as he hears the whispered apology. Digital eyes grow wide as he takes in Alastor's somber demeanor, unsure of how to react.
He has never heard his rival apologizing, for anything, to anyone. Not sincerely at least.
"Alastor..." He starts, voice filled with uncertainty, but he's cut off before he can decide what to say when those lips find his once again.
Electricity sparks between Vox's antennae, the uneasiness instantly washed away by a wave of elation. Holy shit, Alastor is kissing him. Alastor is kissing him.
It takes all his self-control not to jump the stag there and then and his hands shake as they press harder against the other's body, betraying the effort he's putting in keeping the kiss light and tender.
After a few moments, he dares to move his other arm down, wrapping it around the Radio Demon's waist and pulling him closer.
"Al, you're a horrible person. And so I am," he speaks up once they break away once again, locking their gazes together. "We suck, we're some of the worst bastards in Hell, from crying out loud. We kill people for fun. We eat them. Even when we were alive, we were both serial killers."
Among the other things.
And we've spent decades being enemies and tearing each other apart. So...of course we're going to be shitty to each other. Of course we're going to hurt each other. And maybe we'll never be able to stop doing it, even if we...even if our relationship takes a turn for the best."
As it seems to be doing and as Vox hopes it will keep doing.
"It's who we are, and we can't change it. Fuck what your Princess says. Redemption might be possible, but it's not possible for everyone. And honestly? I don't give a shit. I don't want you to change. I like you 'cause you're a sadistic asshole, it's really fucking hot when I'm not the target of that." He pauses for a moment, with a sheepish grin. "...And maybe it's a little hot also when you're being mean to me."
He has already admitted that he gets turned on by the idea of Alastor goring him, so he's probably stating the obvious.
"I'm not saying that I don't want you to be...less shitty with me, because I want that, but...I already know that we'll hurt each other again in the future. And I'm fine with that. If it's the price to pay to have you, then I'll gladly pay it. Besides...it's not like I've ever had a healthy relationship, with anyone, ever. So..." A shrug. "I guess it's either toxic or nothing with me."
He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end with the sparks of electricity bouncing in the air from Vox. Pulled closer the stag grins against the screen and drapes his arms over the other's shoulders. Being clutched onto so tight, so wanted and desired. Alastor loved this kind of attention. Then their lips parted and he cocked his head back to listen.
The speech about them being horrible is greatly amusing as it was true. It also served as a comfort, that even if they hurt each other that it would be in a way where they still wanted each other. Vox assuring that he was ready for that, eager even. A snicker falls from his lips when told how hot he was when he was being mean and shakes his head a little. Though hearing about relationships made him stop and meet his gaze with a sincere look.
He didn't want to be another toxic relationship. "I think as long as we communicate clearly that we can have somewhat of a healthy relationship." Alastor said, wanting to give this his best shot.
His hand on Vox's chest could feel his heart beat and internal mechanisms whirling. The stag hummed in consideration as he felt Vox up a little. "Well, I think the only question I have now that we've had dinner is: would you like to be my dessert?~" Alastor asked in a suggestive tone, in both meanings of the phrase. He would like to have a taste of Vox and take this further.
"It wouldn't take a group of people. I'm more than capable of doing everything I said myself." The ginger wasn't exactly what anyone could call normal. Given his hybrid nature he was capable of things that no normal human could do, plus, he had Zangetsu who was always with him in their inner world. If nothing else, he could talk to the villagers and tell them about the alternate water source. He'd explain that the creek wasn't meant to be used and come up with a small lie... despite how much he hated lying. Maybe he'd say that the fish in a nearby lake connected to the creek were losing water too fast and they were dying off. Surely that'd work.
Polluted water wasn't anything humans could drink, let alone want to do so. "If you ask me I'm not doing enough. I want to help because I can." It wasn't like he could just ask the Oni to move his shrine. That would be stupid. And he'd never ask such a thing anyway. The reaper would just have to visit the human village another day and talk to them about changing the water source. "As for why they aren't using the source I know of, it's likely they don't know about it. I can show them." He planned to do just that.
"You're very strange Ichigo. You want to help so much but you don't even know me." The oni stated, quite baffled by what the other wanted to do. If Ichigo thought he could solve the issue with the water flow then he wouldn't try to stop him. Not like it could get any worse.
The oni didn't want any humans seeing him and start a panic so he headed back the way they came. Looking back and waiting for Ichigo to join him. "You can tell them, but that doesn't mean they will listen. One thing I've known to stay the same is how stubborn humans can be."
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Golden eyes glanced up when the witcher apologized, the cautious fear evident in his gaze as he looks back down to the witcher's side. "In a way I am. Nightcreatures aren't vampires, but they are undead fiends that eats human flesh and perish in the sunlight. Even though I'm half human people still see me as a monster..." He murmurs and pauses to take the small medicine bottle with the antidote to the nightcreature toxins and offers it to Geralt to drink.
"I am also sorry to inform you that you won't be getting paid. The nightcreatures turn to ash once the sun rises, even if they're already dead." Alucard told the hunter, knowing how the humans would want proof that the beasts had been slain. With the early morning approaching there wouldn't be enough time to go back to grab some proof and take it to town.
Geralt takes the antidote and listens to the other, downing it in one go and pulling a bit of a face at the bitter after taste. But when Alucard told him that his payment was going to be… null… His shoulders slumped and looked over his shoulders to where he had been. There was no time to get evidence. “Fuck…” he grumbled and growled. “It would have been a great pay and I need… Now I’ve gone through all of that for nothing.” The coin would have been good enough maintain most part of Kaer Morhen. He would still need to get more, but it he would have been ahead of it.
Alucard finished stitching him the wound and trimmed off the excess thread. Setting the needle aside and picking up the cloth to clean up any additional blood. He glanced up again when the hunter cursed and voiced how much he needed the pay. The dhampir was silent for a few moments as he though of his own fortune in the vault.
"May I hire you?" Alucard asked. "I could use some help around the castle. Once you heal up of course." The dhampir offered sincerely. He didn't want to just offer money to the witcher and truthfully Geralt didn't seem like the type to want any charity. "I can set you up a room and I can make you meals. Having an extra hand keeping beasts away from the castle will allow me more time to work."
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"I don't deserve you." (Crowley)
inspired by: drunken confessions
The angel huffed, but did not immediately answer. Not because he felt that Crowley's words rang true - far from! - but because the statement was difficult to refute without, in some form or way, admitting to something he - they - had been dancing around for centuries.
"that's nonsense, dear boy."
Still it gnawed at him, and the silence that stretched between them had lost the hazy comfort nights such as these usually carried.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Hereditary enemies and all that, but Aziraphale couldn't bear it when Crowley got so depressed, even if it was often he who reminded him - who deepened the rift between them when he felt his companion get too close.
Crowley is drunk, extremely drunk. Its also no fun being drunk when your company is sober. Not that he'd be having any fun drinking alone. He sneers at the response with a half hearted hiss and takes another sip. "You're a shitty liar angel." He retorts and takes another sip.
"I deserved to be damned and miserable." Taking another sip and the bottle empty he sets it down and lays his head on his arm on the table. "Let me be drunk in peace, I don't need your empty words of false comfort."
"Wrong?" Crowley echoed. "Do you really believe what I feel, what WE feel, is wrong? If it was truly wrong then we wouldn't have been capable to feel it in the first place." He argued and took a deep breath to calm himself and not show just how much he was hurting.
The fallen angel got back up and went up to Aziraphale. "I created all the stars and galaxies out there, all that light ripped from me and I am forced to live in darkness. You, Angel, are the only light I have left." Crowley said and reached out to take the others hands . He squeezed them, serpent eyes staring at him pleadingly. "I'm not asking you to put me first, I just don't want to be pushed aside."
"You don't know what I feel." Aziraphale replied, his voice oddly devoid of its usual warmth and spring as he finally forces himself to look Crowley in the eyes, to take a step back and stand up straight so there is no mistaking this for their usual banter. Clearly, he had let this go entirely too far. It was his fault as much as Crowley's.
"- and of course you wouldn't care about what's right or wrong, you're a demon! But I'm...well, I'm not! I won't let you tempt me, so you can tell downstairs that it's not going to work."
It was a low blow. If they ever found out about their arrangement, Crowley would be in as much - possibly even more - trouble than he and unless the demon was far more cunning and resourceful than Aziraphale gave him credit for, there was no way he was doing all of this just to boast of tempting and Angel.
Aziraphale stepped back and he would be able to hold his hands, was left standing there. Staring at the angel dumbfounded at the response, how the angel was treating him now more than everything.
"I'm not trying to tempt you. This is not some trick... Angel." Crowley was confused and hurt. He takes a stumbled step back as if he had been just sucker-punched in the face. A hand catches the corner of the table behind him to steady himself. He looks around the bookshop as his mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts then looks back to the angel, serious, firm, his mind made up. It was over.
He looks away again and huffs at the notion of going downstairs, he hated the other demons. Part of the reason why he preferred being here. But if he didn't have his angel, then why what was the point of being here at all? "Maybe I should go upstairs instead and let Michael smite me. One less demon in the world is better for everyone, hm?" He says bitterly. The words had came out before his mind caught up, but when it did it wasn't a bad idea. Without another word Cowley made his way to the door to head out.
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"That was the most horrible dream. Remind me never to do that again."
There was a spark of defiance in his eyes as he was ordered to move his belongings to Astarion’s room, but it was fleeting. The strength hadn’t returned, or at least not by much, but the aching of shock collar had ebbed to nearly gone. The reminder of Astarion knowing exactly when he’d be misbehaving… He had quite enough of the tormented thing and the sound of fresh blood was a very strong factor.
“I’ll get my belongings then…” He said quietly and got back onto his feet to head out and do just that. He found a couple of boxes where he loaded his books into, then all his clothes and before he knew it, his own personal space was bare. It wasn’t like he had a lot. It ended up being one big box, and two smaller ones. He stacked them on each other and lifted it with some effort because of his current state, but it was still easy enough. Then headed back to Astarion’s room.
Astarion saw that spark of defiance but nothing came of it. Instead Damon was obedient. He watched him pleased with this answer until he left the room. The ascended vampire got up and dressed himself proper for the evening before departing himself. There were things to do, meetings to attend and other punishments and enforcement he had to dish out.
That left Damon alone in Astarion's room to get settled in and putting his things away. There was plenty of space on the book case and Astarion had a whole walk-in closet with various dressers that his new pet could place his things. Damon also wasn't restricted to the room and could roam about the castle, he just couldn't leave or feed without permission at the moment.
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When Vox is about to nut- the circuits are aglowing lol
geto aimlessly scrolled through his phone as he sat on the couch while awaiting for gojo. his eyes kept on checking the time; it's not like he took the ten minutes seriously, but he still had to make sure it's not taking too long. because if it would, then those are some bad news, which suguru couldn't accept.
but soon enough he heard the door open and close, doesn't matter how quiet satoru was trying to be, suguru had the hearing of a dog. and there he was, already on the couch, clinging to suguru. geto lifts his brow up in a slight concern while snaking his arm around satoru's shoulders, holding him close to himself. "is everything alright, satoru?" geto hummed softly, a shade of worry in his tone even though the words came out soothingly.
He breathes in deep and lets out a long sigh. The arm wrapped around him was nice and he sunk into the other, into the warmth and comfort. There was a delayed response to the question, exhausted and his brain was only half awake at the moment. "Couldn't sleep... Missed you." Satoru mumbled in response. Now that he was here in Suguru's company he could fall right asleep next to him and feel completely at peace. "You're my sanctuary Suguru..."
