Alastor And Valentino Both Love To Doodle All Over Vox's Paperwork. Since He's Incapable Of Leaving The

alastor and valentino both love to doodle all over vox's paperwork. since he's incapable of leaving the work at home while he's spending time with them, they end up seeing each other's drawings occasionally while they're snooping through vox's things, and even though they refuse to talk to each other in person, they start communicating through shitty little comics and scathing critiques of the other's art (in black ballpoint and pink glitter gel pen, respectively). eventually it spirals into a silent competition over who can draw vox better, which culminates in vox turning over an important tax document one day only to find the printed text is completely obscured by violently (but lovingly) rendered drawings of him, from top to bottom, all in the unmistakable art styles of his two favorite people. the document is ruined, of course, but he's just glad they're sort of getting along.

One thing that helps me calm down about intra-left-wing sniping and the reality that the big center-left coalition inevitably includes a lot of ridiculous nonsense, is to remember how ubiquitous seances were to progressive politics in the 19th century.  Like, e.g., Frederick Douglas had to go to so many seances. Many, many political strategy sessions around the country had to include feedback from the ghost of Moses who spoke to us via morse code.  

I'm in love with that shading

Looking at you?!

Feeling called out be like.... 😂

*laughs in insecurities* nhe nhe nhe yea...

A really fun fic idea would be the juxtaposition of Vox and his cadre of yes men vs Alastor who is always telling him no. Feeding and destroying his ego, how one is so, so hollow when all he wants is one single soul in Hell to give him just one damn yes. How Alastor loves to be contrary and mean to him, how the yes men bear the brunt of that hurt. Vox, never fulfilled, always hungry, always searching for validation.

Why are you all looking at me