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peppermint-walrus · 3 days
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Dress up game in each other's eras 💕
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After their first break up of the week
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drewdroopz · 2 days
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dustiidreams · 3 days
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wip on my bunny bbs !!!
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Facebook: shows me a dumb meme
Me: omg it's literally so VoxVal coded
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God please I need Valentino in this ugly ass outfit
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mintaikcorpse · 1 day
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Headcanon that Vox and Val were like the Ozzie and Fizz of the Pride Ring, with everyone theorizing about them being together but nothing being confirmed for years.
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(Not Val's arm being around Vox's, lol)
When the media asked Vox about it, he'd always awnser something like, "Val is my coworker, and I trust him dearly. Our relationship is nothing more than that," since he doesn't want to deal with tabloids and also some internalized 1950s homophobia of "being queer will be your downfall."
When the media asked Val, he'd always give different awnsers, but never confirming or denying. Always depends on his mood. Sometimes he'd awnser thay Vox is his business partner, sometimes he'd complain that Vox never wants to act in his pornos, sometimes he'd call Vox a bitch, sometimes he'd talk about Vox's ass, etc, etc.
When the media asked Vel, she would ALWAYS give an awnser that would make sure it would have shippers on their toes. Keeping people wondering, "are they a thing?" and analyzing everything they do in the public would keep their attention on the Vees and keep them invested in their industries for longer, so she would never give a straight awnsers, saying things like, "I have no comment," or, "hard to say," or just teasing people being like "that's between them and their room at night."
Anyways, it was confirmed when Vel posted this photo out of boredom and to have the media explode
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martamatta95 · 2 days
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For staticmoth fan ❤️🤣
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devilowls · 2 days
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“Hi Voxxy”
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lordedlady · 2 days
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don't deny 😘
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strobelir · 2 days
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So I found this lovely fic and damn, I had to draw this scene, I want more human Alastor in my life (he's such a bastard I love him💕)
go read it! 👇
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53894590/chapters/136414774#workskin
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my-dark-lord · 16 hours
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Vox, knocking on the dressing room door: Are you decent? Valentino: Never. Vox, chuckling: Are you dressed? Valentino: Si~ Vox: There's the answer we wanted.
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peppermint-walrus · 3 days
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Vox's closet used to be held together with bungee cords and tape
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Vox are you overcompensating for something?
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usausualex · 3 days
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darkwolf989 · 12 hours
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heyy ik this is weird to ask but cam you do valentino's daugher x vox idk why but im screaming for content and honestly i think it would be interesting to see if they "got along" you coulf say you dont have to do this i just find this a interesting concept like imagine if they had more of a special bond then valentino and his own daugher plus im sorry if this is to much to ask for
Hi there,
Sorry for the delay! Take a peek at this one- and let me know if you were thinking a different vibe!
~Mandy
“Hey, Uncle Vox!” I called cheerfully as I walked into his office.  Two more nights, two more until my final game of the school year. As an avid water polo player, my games were the height of my highschool experience and this final game this year was one I had been working hard towards. I tossed my backpack on my desk next to my Uncle Vox’s and slid myself into my chair. 
My weekday routine had been the same since I started school. With my father being The Valentino, and the odd hours he worked, it was my Uncle Vox who usually woke me up early and kept me on a schedule. Brushing my teeth, getting me dressed, breakfast and out the door when I was little. Now that I was sixteen, that morning routine looked a little different. Instead of waking up at seven, I woke up at four with Uncle Vox. We hit the gym together, then parted ways until it was time for breakfast- or more importantly, coffee. Sometimes my dad joined us, and sometimes my Auntie Vel joined us. But with their ever changing schedules more often than not it just wasn’t practical for them to join. So Uncle Vox stayed the consistent one. 
“Hey yourself, kid,” Vox replied as he stood up out of his chair. “Your dad is on the line, he wants to chat with you.” 
I slid into Vox’s seat and my fathers face appeared on the monitor in front of me. My heart soared. I bet he had a big surprise waiting to celebrate after tomorrow night.
“Hi Daddy!” I said cheerfully. “Are you ready to watch me rock it tomorrow?” 
My father’s face looked sad. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about bebita. I’m sorry, I won’t make it. I have a crisis to handle down in the greed ring and I…” 
I could feel the sadness wash over me. The rest of the conversation went in one ear and out the other and I tried to hide my crushing disappointment. 
“I’m sorry baby, but your Uncle Vox and Auntie Vel will be there and they promised to keep me updated.” My father finished. “I’ll make it up to you later okay? We can do whatever you want. Daddy daughter day.”
Yeah, sure. I had heard that one before. To date, he owed me no less than six daddy daughter days. And the flowers and trinkets he sent to make up for his absence didn’t help either. He tried- I knew it. But nothing he said or did would make up for his lack of presence. 
I signed off and put my head in my hands as I tired to keep tears from falling down my face. I felt Vox’s hand on my shoulder and I looked back at him as I bit back bitter disappointment. 
Vox seemed to recognize the look on my face. “Aw honey, I know. But we’ll be there. I promise.” He squeezed my shoulder gently. “Your Auntie Vel and I will cheer you on.” 
“Yeah, at least someone cares.” I muttered as I rubbed my eyes. 
“Now you know that isn’t true sweetheart,” Vox began. “Your Daddy loves you very much, his work just…”
“You make time for me!” I said angrily. “You make it a point to sit with me and go to my games and ask me about my day, I can’t remember the last time I saw my dad at one of my games or even just right after school!” 
“My schedule is a lot more fluid than your dads is sweetheart,” he replied calmly. “I understand your frustration, but if your dad could make it he would.”
It was the age-old argument. After a few seconds, I stood up and Vox pulled me into a hug. 
“Hey, you’re loved. Don’t forget that, okay?” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Now let’s get that homework done.” 
I scowled but sat back down at my desk. The homework rule had been instilled by my father from my first days of preschool. Home. Snack. Work. Sometimes at my pink desk in my room, if it was Dad or auntie Vel picked me up. But more often than not, it was uncle Vox who showed up in the limo and he had work to do too. As I grew, the desk next to his grew as well. From a tiny pink plastic chair to a full grown pink office chair- I sat right by Uncle Vox almost every single day. 
His snack drawer too changed as I grew- from cheeze-itz, to fresh fruit, to protein bars and goldfish. 
“Hey, can you check this one?” I asked after a few moments of work. “Uncle Vox?”
“Did you try it three times three different ways and watch a video?” He replied back without another glance. 
“Yeah.”
“Then, sure.” He lifted his head up and picked up my homework sheet. He glanced it over. “I think this is a quadratic formula problem. You forgot the square root sign- remember the song?”
“I do but…”
He cleared his throat. “X equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus for ac all over two a!”
To his credit, the song was a great study tool. To my mortification, Vox couldn’t sing worth a damn. 
“You’re way too enthusiastic about math,” I muttered as I made the correction. 
“But I was right wasn’t I?” He teased as he turned back to his computer. 
“That’s not the point,” I replied. Not to my surprise, the problem worked itself out. “Thanks Uncle Vox.” 
I stood up and leaned in between him and his desk wrapped my arms around him. “And thanks for being the best uncle a girl could want.” 
I felt him return the hug. “Love you, kiddo. More than you’ll ever know.” 
I released him and he grinned. “If you get your homework done quickly I’ll take you to the pool and run a few practice rounds with you. And then I’ll take you out to dinner- see if Auntie can meet us.”
The work that went into Vox being able to get into the water was tremendous- not to mention he’d be leaving his job early. 
“Really? You have time for that?” I asked. 
“For you sweetie? I’ll always have time.”
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silly-trans-guy · 3 days
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More vee things I found on Pinterest
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