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I think Vox and Emberlyn might share similar tastes in literature

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my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

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18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

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Yall remember how Val said that "Killing Alastor was Vox's kink"?

He was right

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“Hey, I found your blog on Tumblr-”

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Lucilithe week

Day 2: "Garden of Eden"

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"Aren't you aware of what this ship says about you as a person?"

No? Because my shipping habits and what I enjoy in a fictional context have nothing to do with my actions irl?

"But the ships condones/romanticizes abuse!!"

If you let fiction dictate your morality, then that'd be a problem. Thankfully though most people have enough braincells to distinguish bad things that happen in fiction, and real actual abuse that happens irl. The fact that some people can't, has nothing to do with the piece of fiction's existence.

"But what if children see it!!"

It's not my job to look out for people who can't distinguish reality from fiction, plus why the fuck would it be my fault that these children's parents aren't doing their job? The internet has never been a safe space, and it's never going to be. I tag my ships, so if they didn't filter them out, it's safe to say that they searched them up themselves. Note that they can still filter them out any time.

"I kin a character and it makes me uncomfortable that nsfw art gets made of me/them!"

Filter it out. You're not entitled to gatekeep a whole character from a certain part of the fandom just because you don't like their content. It's not anyone's responsibility to make you feel comfortable, especially if they don't even know about your existence. Block them if you have to.

"It triggers my trauma!!"

Again, filter it out or block the user. It's not the author's or artist's responsibility to cater to you. Also, remember that what makes you feel comfortable, could be someone else's trigger. Your trauma and triggers aren't more important than theirs. If they can filter out what makes them uncomfortable, then so can you.

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So… Who’s up for pancakes?

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No Mercy.

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Air-dried Al

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Radio Man

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colors of the sky.

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A Hellish Love Story // Pt. 4

Pairing: Vox x F!Reader

Warnings: Strong Language, Suggestive Content

A/N: This is mainly a filler chapter with some spicy tension. Sorry it took a zillion years to come out... oops. Don't hate me and I hope you enjoy :)

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After shaking your hand and offering a warm smile, Vox sat you both down on the couch in his office. He insisted that it would be a good idea to get to know eachother a little bit since you'll be working closely together.

You quickly learned a lot about the TV man. He talked about his empire, his colleagues and his beloved shark, Vark. In return you told him about yourself- what your living life was like, your current life, your love for writing.

Vox watched you intently and admired every inch of your face as you spoke to him- trying to store every little detail within his programming. Your cute little nose, your pearly white fangs, and the way your fiery eyes lit up every time you smiled.

And oh satan... that damn smile.

He could get off just by looking at your face.

You were about to ramble on about something else, but the man before you beat you to it.

"You have such pretty eyes, Y/N" Vox complimented, looking straight into your soul.

Well, his soul.

Ironic.

For the millionth time today you felt sick, but in a weird giddy school girl type of way????

Before you could muster up a response, the sound of his office door opening broke your intense eye contact. You both turned your heads finding the source of your interruption.

"M-Mr.Vox. Sorry to interrupt sir. Your meeting with Carmilla is in 5 minutes," His assistant said hesitantly, scanning between the two of you.

You could tell that Vox wasn't happy by the way his eyes starting glitching. He stole a glance at you before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He quickly recovered himself from freaking the fuck out because that was the last thing he wanted you to see.

"Thank you. You're dismissed," He muttered with a forced, toothy smile.

With that his assistant peered at you one last time before taking his leave from the room.

Vox sighed quietly and muttered something to himself before turning back to face you on the couch. He slowly reached his hands out and grabbed yours, holding them gently.

"I'm sorry to cut our time short, I'd cancel the meeting but it's unfortunately one I can't miss. I've canceled on the bitch too many times," He apologized as his thumbs began running smooth circles on the back of your hands.

You felt yourself blushing as you watched his large hands toy with yours.

"I-It's no worries. You're a busy guy," You managed to say as you shifted your focus to his lust-filled eyes.

"Such a sweetheart for understanding," He praised bringing the two of you to your feet.

You almost had to catch yourself as your knees weakened from the petname. You quickly recovered yourself but, it didn't last long.

He brought one of his hands up and lightly brushed a stray baby hair out of your face, not giving much thought behind the action. In the process, a small surge of electricity passed from his finger onto your skin.

You swallowed a gasp as chills raked over your form from his electric touch.

Get yourself together, Y/N.

He's your boss....

with a flat screen for a face.....

a hot face.

Vox didn't want to go to that stupid fucking meeting. But he'd pushed the meeting back far too many times and he was tired of hearing Carmilla bitch about it. Plus, it wasn't good business.

He would much rather stay here, alone with you.

But there will be plenty of times for the two of you to be alone.

He'll make sure of it.

"Meet me here tomorrow first thing in the morning so we can get start getting stuff together," He said as he peered down at your tiny form.

"Yeah, of course! It was nice actually getting to know the man who owns my soul. Who would've thought," You said the last part mostly to yourself but Vox heard. He doesn't know why but hearing you admit that made his stomach erupt with butterflies.

He reluctantly released his hold on your hand as you began to pull away. He watched as you gathered your belongings and headed towards the exit. You opened the door to leave but paused briefly. You turned and looked Vox in his eyes.

"Thank you again, sir. You won't regret it," With that you disappeared, shutting the door quietly behind you.

"Oh I'm definitely not regretting this," Vox said with a smug smile to himself.

You were going to be his.

And he was going to be yours...

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A/N: OKAY I KNOW IM AN AWFUL PERSON FOR THIS BEING SHORT AND TAKING FOREVER TO COME OUT. I started working a second job and haven't really felt like writing, but I just finished a book I started YESTERDAY and I'm feeling somewhat inspired again. So please bare with me and I hope you guys are liking the series so far. Stay tuned :)) xox strawbs

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at the end of the day it’s just you and your silly little life. so go on, enjoy it, be the person you want to be.

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Forgot to post this here for a while...At this point, my brand is just dumb jokes jklfasghlaknsd