#also vee sent little ask...

[littleplantfreak]

if you see me exploded on the ground its because my twt feed had been (rightfully so) so so full of ume birthday pictures that I feel like when squidward ate the crabby patties

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Ask and ye shall receive! Double update today because that last part was so short and Vox'less.

He's so melodramatic. Vox and Alastor have their pity party tantrums in common for suuuuure.

More Than Anything Part 2.5 VOX POV [Vox x Reader]

Part 1

Part 2

More Than Anything Part 2.5 VOX POV [Vox x Reader]

To say Vox was furious would be an understatement. Much like you, his emotions ran HIGH. And dear god were they going haywire after he came to.

When Valentino finally came into his room after hearing so much crashing and screaming all the way from the large break room exclusively made for the Vee's, the bedroom was a wreck. Broken screens and miscellaneous things were thrown everywhere. Vox had even tossed a lamp through one of the large wall windows that overlooked the city. Valentino peered curiously down to see a crowd taking pictures of some poor sinner who had been squashed by the offending piece of furniture.

Vox was trembling with anger and heartache as Valentino looked over him with an unreadable expression. A sadistic part of Valentino was actually enjoying Vox's suffering. The moth still wasn't quite over Vox bringing their on-and-off situationship to an official end. Valentino didn't see what the big deal about you was and it annoyed him that Vox was "pursuing something real" as if he wasn't enough. It wasn't his fault Vox was so damn petty!

Valentino still liked to hope that maybe your relationship would end and things could go back to how they were before, but without Vox bitching about Valentino fucking Angel as much. That being said, he also knew he should probably get Vox calm before he caused any more of a scene that could be noticed by the public.

He opened his mouth to say something, only to snap it shut with an unimpressed frown as Vox screamed in rage and tried to flip the bed. He was such a man-child sometimes.

"THAT O̷̡̧̅͆L̷̻̒̇D̸̞̆-̶̲̓Ţ̵̧́̽I̷̝͐̈M̵͉̀̈E̸̩̗̿Y̸̜̪̑͐ NO GOOD SON OF A F̸̄ͅU̵̲͒C̴��͓Ḵ̷̇I̸̤͉͑̅Ṅ̶͚͊G̸̣̅ ̷͔͋̄B̴͖̍̚Î̵̖T̸͕̆Ċ̴̪Ḧ̷̖́, "He growled. "Why couldn't Alastor just keep his stupid tinny voice s̴̤̿͒h̴̳̔́ͅǔ̷͙̣t̷̩͍́́?̶̰̐!̶̳̟́"

Valentino rolled his eyes, pulling out his lighter and blowing out a plume of smoke. He knew it didn't actually work on Vox, but it helped calm his own nerves. "Oh, come now cabrón. You act like you didn't do this to yourself."

"Oh go choke to double death on a horse cock," Vox spat as his claws ripped into something else. The last thing he needed was Valentino rubbing salt in the wound. Vox knew this was his fault. He knew he'd fucked up and crossed a line. But it was easier to blame Alastor for spilling the secret. It was easier to blame him, rather than look at the cold hard truth that in his attempts to protect you, he may have lost you for good.

He'd called you twenty times and had sent so many texts that the security system he'd installed on your phone flagged him as spam. Needless to say, he hacked into they system and tore the firewalls he'd designed to shreds. The only thing that kept him from rebooting for the fifth time in the past hour was the distant feeling of your soul. He felt where you were and felt that you were safe. But he could also feel your pain. The soul bound by his own could feel the way it tore itself into pieces as you burned through the angst that he'd caused.

"Don't get snippy with me," Valentino scoffed. He crossed the room and used his pipe to lift Vox's face. Vox smacked the damn thing away from him with a snarl, and Valentino simply blew a puff of smoke against his screen. "It's not my fault that your little cunt of a plaything is so sensitive. You're the one who asked for this, baby."

Vox flinched hard as Valentino's hands trailed down his chest. His heart rate picked up for another reason as the pink haze swirled between them. Sometimes the way Valentino manipulated him every which way so easily made Vox wonder if he truly was immune to the aphrodisiac of Valentino's spells.

"Isn't it about time you forget that little bitch and come crawling back?" Valentino purred, his nails scratching down Vox's chest and drawing blood. He lowered his face to the side of Vox's head and smirked. "Come back to me, luciérnaga~"

Vox gasped, his arms shooting out and shoving Valentino away from him. Valentino squawked in outrage as Vox felt an unpleasant hum of anxious energy thrumming through his veins. He felt a panic attack approaching rapidly and retreated into one of the broken cameras that still had an electrical charge. He reappeared in his monitor room and fell to his knees. He lurched as he fought the urge to vomit and grit his teeth as dead pixels filled his screen through the painful glitches.

Everything was too much. It was too damn much.

You. Valentino. Alastor. His own damn hubris. It was too much. He sent out a fresh wave of desperate pleas to your phone's inbox as he spiraled into self-doubt and loathing. He needed you back. You were the one that showed him a brighter life. One that wasn't bound to the poisonous desire of Valentino. A life where he felt seen for who he really was. You didn't see him as a figurehead of evil intent and merciless charisma like everyone else. You didn't see his power, you knew his weakness. And you showed him that he could be loved for it, not just in spite of it.

The week passes by in a blur. Valentino didn't mention the way Vox rejected him and both of the Vee's tried to force Vox to get his shit together. They even held him down and locked him in a room without cameras when he tried to leave the tower to go after you. The image of the trio was too precious for either Vee to let him destroy it in an emotional rampage.

They'd given him a shit old phone to keep obsessively trying to get ahold of you through, but besides that, he was practically a prisoner to his own fuck ups.

"I̵̥͗'̴͇͈̏͗ṃ̵͎̇͠ ̷̘̐͝s̸̖̈̽ȏ̷̼̞r̴̛̯̈ȑ̸̩͘ỹ̷̪," Vox sobbed as he held the phone to his head in a broken prayer. His voice and screen hadn't been clear for the past day. He was at his wit's end and wondered how he ever thought hell was hell before now. This was the suffering all the dumbasses back on earth expected for the forsaken. Hell before now was a piece of cake compared to what he felt now.

He was alone and sinking further into his own despair. And the only thing that'd be able to pull him out was you.

[that-hazbin]

Media Demon AU

The Hotel needs a new animal Mascot, There is decidedly zero backbone to be found in this trio, and much bad math is performed by me. Feel free to correct it. Or not. Headcannoning Vox died in the 1950's between age 20-30, feel free to ignore. Alastor giving off parental vibes.

Vox looked at the moving package Alastor had given him, Anthony had lit up with a grin recognising what Alastor was doing, "Ah Smiles, you're such a sweetie sometimes" Alastor turned away flustered. "I have no idea what your talking about" Alastor was blushing near unnoticeably in that familiar tsundere way his close friends could spot a mile away.

It was the same expression from back then, Angel Dust thought wryly, way back when Alastor had gifted him with a small emotional support hell piglet for his recovery in therapy.

The box kept wriggling "Are you going to open it?" asked Alastor the television sinner.

Vox looked at the trembling box and gently removed the neon blue ribbon with trembling hands.

He didn't remember the last time someone, anyone really, had given him a gift. Carefully lifting the lid Vox felt his heart squeeze in his chest as a soft cold face pressed against his hand and licked his fingers.

"Oh you are adorable" a tiny gunmetal blue hammerhead hellshark pup with four incredibly stubby little legs was doing it's level best to get out of the box so Vox could pet it. The box tipped with the movement and the sharkpup pressed itself into Vox's body happily with strange little happy whines as its new owner coed over it with burning eyes.

Alastor leaned down meeting Vox's gaze and petted the hellshark pup who lapped up the attention with glee. "The hotel has a tank room for aquatic sinners, I thought a manner of responsibility might help you... Focus a bit more.", and if Alastor had also arranged a number of hellshark pet care books on Vox’s desk in his room that was merely coincidence.

Vox gave a watery laugh at the deer sinner who evidently didn't hate him as much as he thought, "Thank you for this".

And he meant it, it was the first time anyone had ever gotten him a such a thoughtful gift or any gift at all really.

It was also the first time Vox had ever thanked anyone for anything, it felt good.

"What ya gonna name the little fishdoggo?" Asked Velvette who was relentlessly booping the sharkdog pup between it's eyes to it's unending glee.

Vox had never been creative, certainty never good enough at being original but this was.. important, Vox looked up at Alastor "Why don't you name him for me?" Alastor tilted his head confused.

"I had assumed you would name him, he is your pet?"

"I'm.. not good at names", Vox grimaced, or much else he thought glumly.

Alastor was looking at him with a look Vox found impossible to decipher "...Vark"

"Vark", Vox tested the name on his tongue, "I like it!" Vox smiled like a small child receiving a gift.

Alastor realised his own age at that moment, he and the picture box were no longer separated by a gulf of scant few decades but much longer than that.

Alastor born in 1900, died in 1933, then died again in 2020 at 120 and being sent back to 1933 living a further 87 years until the present day... Alastor was even older than Charlie who was 200, by, ironically seven years minimum if his rather sketchy math was right give or take a few months.

Angel Dust offered a toast, he and the others oblivious to the former Radio Demon's inner midlife crisis, "To Vox, Velvette and Vark of the Hazbin Hotel! The Three Vees!"

Alastor huffed a laugh pushing down his internal panic and vowing to hunt down a calculator to figure out the exact numbers joined in the toast.

Don't you DARE make me ship this timeline's radio static I already have enough on my plate with hellradio 😭 fuck Vox and Vark are SOOOOOO CUTE!!!!

I really love the detail you put about this being the first time Vox sincerely thanked someone. A little show of his development under the Hazbin Hotel. That, AND Alastor being a little tsundere who's in COMPLETE denial about caring about this TV head? This is excellent. EXCELLENT!

And it's good to note Alastor's age, because I didn't even THINK that he could possibly be older than Charlie. That's insane to think about. He really did just relive an ENTIRE CENTURY. I don't know why that didn't actually hit me as hard as before, but like, that is a LOT of time, which means he could have gone through a LOT of his own personal development in that time period. Wow.

(And yet, he couldn't kick his habit of adopting the sad and pathetic into his fold. Even against his will.)

[megamagimugi]

Yesterday was the first Mar10 Day and my birthday I got to celebrate here on Tumblr. And it was amazing! Let me just tell you all, I was blown away by the amount of love I got here from so many people. If I'm being honest, my birthdays IRL aren't really all that exciting, and tend to be lonely. I haven't enjoyed any of my birthdays for the last few years at all. This year I didn't even do anything to celebrate, and only got a little money as a gift.

But this little wholesome community we have here? It showered me with well wishes and awesome creative gifts, and collectively made my 29th birthday the very best I remember ever having! If Nintendo had done something nice for Mar10 Day, like giving us The Super Mario Bros. Movie sequel's teaser, it would have been perfect. But it doesn't matter. It was still the best birthday ever! And I want to personally thank each and every one of those responsible for making it so.

First, I want to thank everyone who gave me beautiful birthday presents. I got these fics:

@silenzahra's amazing fic An electrical aura rewritten from Mario's POV that I once asked her to write for a fanfic writing related ask game

@vulpixfairy1985's sweet and wholesome Mario & Luigi Brothership fic that she based on my seven (!) prompts from a drabble challenge (thanks for sending me the mandala as well!)

@silenzahra's another absolutely incredible fic Without him which was a complete surprise and probably the best birthday present in my life as it was inspired by my art! I still feel like I could cry just thinking about it, both because of this very fact and because the fic itself was the definition of an emotional rollercoaster (Zahra, my best friend and spiritual twin, the Luigi to my Mario - and I know this feeling is mutual - how can I ever thank you sufficiently for your two beautiful gifts and making my dream come true? more than one dream, actually? I'm so darn lucky to have you!❤️💚)

And then there's the art I got:

@bberetd's cute hugging bros (you're nailing the squishy hugs, my friend!)

@smokszyvverstar's smiley Mario and grumpy Ninja-Turtle-masked mini Bowser

@dreamyluigi's adorable and funny, but also somewhat bittersweet Mario and Mr. L mini comic which was also kind of inspired by my art so it's extra special!

@itsavee4117's quite literally sweet drawing featuring Mario and a birthday cake! I didn't have an actual birthday cake this year, so thanks for giving me one, Vee

@xnderx's adorable festive Mario Bros.

@stripetkattelalala54's fun and cute Mario carrying a birthday cake (that's right! I got another one🎂)

Next, I want to thank everyone who sent me birthday wishes or mentioned me in their posts:

@bberetd @silenzahra @peaches2217 @anartistwhowrites @elitadream @galaxygazer-lav @loud-kid2 @dragon-fly34 @galaxytitanbro @eleventhhourfactor @akiiame-blog @mrs-luigi-vargas @coffeecat1983 @roscolate @vulpixfairy1985 @kelbreyworshipper @heartholomewmewyeah @socially-inept-ghost @smokszyvverstar @pepperycar @doodleydoo101 @wiimapletreeway @dreamyluigi @okie-dokiie @itsavee4117 @xnderx @ask-physalia-prime @drones-of-innocence @stripetkattelalala54

As well as anyone I might have missed who wished me a happy birthday in tags or comments (@poppet-seed a month late, but I found ya!). As you can see, this is quite a large crowd and I'm both thankful to you all and slightly overwhelmed, hehe. I really love this community more than I know how to express❤️

Thank you, ALL of you, so much for making this March 10th a true Mugi Day!

Also, in case anyone has missed it but would like to check it out, I also made Mar10 Day art of my own!

[radioisntdead]

I'd like to request Velvette and/or Camilla with an assistant reader who has a crush on them, and one day they get hit in the head and suddenly they can't filter their horny/romantic thoughts about their crush/boss when speaking.

"Yes ma'am, I'll get that to you within the hour. By Lucifer, you're thicker than a bowl of oatmeal."

"I'll call the supplier right now. I'd forego a week's pay just to get a kiss from you."

Stuff like that. And it just comes out nonchalantly and without rhyme or reason throughout the day.

As much as I love Carmilla Carmine, I gotta go with my favorite Vee, Velvette!!

Brain damaged

Velvette x reader

Warnings: reader is uh, very silly, also reader has glasses for no other reason than the fact I was listening to confessions of a rotten girl with Hatsune Miku while writing the first half so take that as you will, ending is a little rushed because I was about to pass out.

Also this started out as a oneshot but I got stuck in the middle so it kinda faded into headcanons my apologies for the wonky formatting!!! I think this could classify as a drabble+ headcanons??

You were an average sinner, didn't do anything particularly in life to get down here, you went to work and you came home at the end of the day, ate, browsed the Internet and slept.

Nothing special, if you could say there was something that made you stand out from the rest was that you were one of the Vee's, specifically Velvette's assistant, one that's been with her for years and still has yet to be replaced or worse.

Although that may soon change since during your time off you had a horrible accident involving a turf war and long story short you were the lucky victim of a concussion!

You didn't go to the hospital because, while being Velvette's assistant actually gave you great health insurance, you were late because your favorite webcomic finally updated and you were not missing it because of some concussion.

This will be a decision you come to regret because once you returned to work all your inside thoughts became outside thoughts!

Whether you realized that or not.

The first instance of this was you waltzing into work at the crack of dawn, Velvette was a busy woman who valued her beauty sleep, so for her to get that sleep others must sacrifice theirs.

Oddly enough today she was up and about the same as you, so as her assistant you followed her around with your notepad.

This is when the first accident came about.

"Can you believe the nerve of that fucker? Who does he think he is?! What do you think [Name]?"

"I think that if I were to die I'd like it to be by your hands,"

"What."

"What?"

Going from shit talking someone to your assistant to them telling you that they would like to die by your hands was jarring, Velvette immediately sent you off to grab her coffee and you not even realizing what you had said just skipped away to grab her coffee.

Maybe this was a once-off incident, maybe she had misheard you in her precaffeinated state.

It was NOT.

You handed her files? "Here are your files Miss Velvette," "Great, anything else?" "I'd like to bury my face in your chest but other than that no, I'll take my leave now."

Honestly that should've gotten you reported to HR but the Vee's don't really have an HR department, it's actually just five Niffty size sinners in a trenchcoat.

You accidentally brushed hands? "I have been blessed."

You fall down the stairs and she's standing over you? "Oh, an angel?"

That one actually got you kicked.

Velvette's not... Mad...

Mostly because she finds you quite cute, like a little silly thing.

She is REALLY CONFUSED THOUGH BECAUSE???? you've never been like this before??? And you don't seem to be realizing what you're saying????

She decides to Uno reverse you.

"Anything else you need me to do for you?" You ask handing her lunch or something,

"You can sit on my lap."

Cue you spiraling

Cue the rest of the day where you'd blurt out something and she'd retort in kind.

Your coworkers are confused for the most part because??? The last time someone tried this they uh...

Let's just say the Vee's swap employees.

anyways cue the end of the work day where Velvette ends up taking you on a date because??? You're flirting with her and she's reciprocating so obviously the next time is to take you out.

Eventually in true cartoon fashion you get another concussion and everything just swaps back, your inside thoughts are back to being your inside thoughts but you did get a girlfriend out of your concussions!!

She did drag you to the hospital though because you had TWO concussions!!

Your job may or may not be in jeopardy though because you're dating your boss and uh.... That's kinda messy soooooooo good luck with that!!

Good evening folks!! I do hope you enjoyed!! Happy Valentine's day! Whether you're spending this day with a loved one, family, friends or by yourself I hope you have a wonderful day, and remember if you like chocolate it's supposed to go on sale soon, I want caramel chocolates :]

Anyways as always thank you for tunin' on in! Have a great rest of your night!

PSSSSSSSSST!!!!! Join our discord! It's welcoming to all fandoms not just hazbin and it's filled with amazing people!

[gargoy-ross]

You made today special - Vox x gn!reader

Summary: You and Vox have been in a situationship of sorts for a while, and he has finally asked you out for the upcoming Valentines. Being the showman he is, he wants everything to be perfect. Unfortunately things don't go according to his plan and he's left on a verge of breakdown.

Warnings: some nasty language but otherwise none

Word count: 1309

He's booked a reservation at the most renowned restaurant in Pride Ring.

He's made sure that a limousine will be ready and waiting.

He's even bought flowers, carefully picked and chosen to match your mutual aesthetic.

And he has put on his best suit, checked himself in the mirror at least seven times in the past hour - which both Valentino and Velvet have teased him about. Usually he'd at least retort with a snarky comment, but Vox can't bring himself to care today.

From the moment you agreed to be his Valentine he's been preparing to swoon you over. Every little detail is taken care of for this day to be memorable.

You're dressed in your best and waiting for him to come pick you up. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm themself, and you're sure you look like a lovestruck fool right now.

Despite your excitement you were also a bit nervous about how the public would respond to your appearance with Vox. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, and he's always been rather pedantic about the Vees' image.

Still, finally having a date with him? Not just shameless flirting and drunken night outs, but an actual real date?

It was no secret that you had been pining for the tech overlord for longer than you'd like to admit and you were happy to know he shared those feelings too.

A glance at the clock tells you that he should've been here by now. You recheck the message he sent you earlier.

Vox wouldn't have stood you up, would he?

You debate on whether you should text him to ask where he is, but before you can make a decision a black limo drives to your driveway.

You sigh in relief as Vox steps out to open the door for you.

"Apologies for the late arrival," his smile makes you forget your earlier worries. "there were some hiccups on the way. I hope you didn't wait for long."

"I was a bit worried you wouldn't show up, but it's all right."

Vox promises to make it up to you later. He hadn't anticipated the paparazzi blocking the road, and since he was supposed to pick you up he couldn't just zap himself out of there like he'd usually do.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too." You find it hard to find the right words, but Vox seems pleased with your answer regardless.

This was just a small setback on an otherwise perfect date, he thinks. Everything else will go just as planned.

The ride to the restaurant starts off a bit awkward, but the two of you soon set into a comfortable conversation. Vox, with his natural charm, led most of the exchange, asking for your opinions and preferences on a matter of things. His animated expressions and almost cartoonish mannerism were a delight to watch.

At some point Vox decides that now is the perfect time to give you the bouquet. He reaches for it, only to realize that he forgot to take it with him.

Fuck.

His expression goes from happy and exited to 'shit, I left the stove on'.

"Is everything okay?"

He's quick to recover, nodding and reassuring you that there's no need to worry.

He'll just give you the flowers after the date then.

The restaurant was packed full, which was expected on a special day like Valentine's. That's precisely why Vox had made the reservation early. Now if that idiot behind the counter could just find it…

"Sir, are you sure you've made the reservation for today? I do not see you on the list."

Vox thanks himself for having such good self control. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Check it again."

"I'm sorry sir, your name isn't on the list-"

Vox leans over the counter. His left eye pulses and voice is laced with static. "But it is, right there. See?"

"Of course. This way please."

Vox makes a note of the employee's name. He'll get them fired later for embarrassing him like that.

You're finally seated at your table. It's one of the nicer ones, private enough so others won't see nor hear you and with an amazing view over Pentagram City.

Vox calms himself and the two of you continue your conversation from earlier.

It doesn't take long for a young waitress to come to take your orders. She seems almost nervous, though you suppose it's understandable given the reputation the Vees have. You find your favourite from the menu, and Vox orders a bottle of wine along with your meals.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's been really nice."

Vox flashes you a smile. "Of course. Only the best for you."

Soon the waitress is back with a wine bottle and two glasses. She opens the bottle and goes to fill your glass, only to trip on the table leg.

He sees in slow motion as the red wine gets spilled right onto your lap.

There's a split second of silence before the waitress starts to chant a string of apologies like a prayer. You try to assure her that it'll be okay. It was an accident, and this certainly wasn't the worst that has happened to you.

The opposite of you Vox's claws dig into the table, leaving permanent marks on it's surface.

This bitch. This useless piece of shit DARED TO FUCKING RUIN YOUR CLOTHES.

In a fit of panic she tries to swipe off the spillage with a hand chief. That does nothing but manage to make the mess worse, and only when Vox grabs her by the shoulder to drag her away from you does she realize that.

Before you get to say anything you're pulled up from your seat. There's a quick flash of light and suddenly you're back in Vox's quarters in the Vees' tower.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up. You can feel Vox's hands shaking slightly before he lets go of you.

He's about to lose his composure.

"I did everything right," his voice distorts in the middle of the sentence. He's too worked up to keep up the calm, collected, and charming facade he's mastered.

"I made plans. I double-checked all the boxes."

He stomps off to the living room, practically tearing off his jacket.

"It was supposed to be perfect."

Vox slumps down on the couch. His shoulders sag and he looks at you with what you can only describe as desperation.

He had tried so hard to make today special, yet it seems like the universe had a different plan.

He draws in a shaky breath. His voice is small and you think you might have heard him sniffle when he spoke again.

"I had to make it perfect…"

"Vox…" You take his hands onto yours and he doesn't resist when you place soft kisses on both of them.

"You know, I really enjoyed today. Even though we had to wait forever in line at that restaurant and my clothes got ruined. Do you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because I got to spend it with you."

He smiles, despite still feeling down about all his plans being ruined.

"Thank you for taking me out. If it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the night?"

"I won't say no to that, but let's get you to something a bit more comfortable, shall we?"

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom. He agrees to let you borrow one of his shirts, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching movies.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part NINE

PHHEWWW this seems a bit of a filler but I wanted to show you some little moments she had with the Vee's - after all not everything can be big dramatic happenings - how else will we get to the good stuff if they dont build some trust together ;)

Plus what do you think is Y/n's surprise?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

It had been a week since that last meeting with the Vee’s and it had flown by. You were singing at the clubs, having meetings with Velvette to get your measurements done correctly, being more social on Sinstagram and other socials, you had a few interviews with small time magazines promoting you. You were a busy bee. And you loved it!

Tonight, you were going to a club opening that had asked you if you wanted a part time contract there as a singer – before you agreed you said you’d like to see what the night life was like first, which they then invited you to their opening night. Once you had the date set, Vel had been nonstop harassing you with pictures, sketches and videos of her designs and then letting you know all the progress when you chose the outfit you wanted. Sometimes you caught Vox or Valentino in the background of her videos; both rolling their eyes dramatically or pulling faces making you laugh. Or sometimes they took over the video and had a little chat with you pushing Velvette out the screen completely.

It wasn’t just Vel that you were in constant contact with either: Vox had taken to messaging you every day letting you know that certain media outlets wanted to talk to you (after he ‘persuaded’ them) about an interview or have you on their show. He also, a few days after you complained that your phone had such a crap camera, sent you a brand-new state of the art VoxTek phone. You laughed for ages when you turned it on as he set the background as himself standing proud with that charming grin of his. No matter how many times you tried to change the background, after a few hours it always switched back to that photo so after a few days you just left it.

Valentino, he was a bit more subtle than the other two. Sending selfies of himself and the other two on SinsChat with flirty little messages to you, a few text messages here and there but nothing too ‘Valentinoish’. When you mentioned that you were going to the club opening, he actually suggested some ideas to talk about if you were stopped by the paparazzi. Which you doubt would happen but better to have the ideas and not use them, than need them and not have them. Right?

You were in the elevator heading up to Velvette’s floor, you had a few hours to get ready and she was already in boss mode ordering everyone about when she phoned you this morning waking you up. You could only imagine what she was like now. Which is why you have brought the coffee: one for her, one for you, and two more in case the other two appear. They seemed to have a habit of appearing when you and Vel were having a meeting, usually causing Vel to have to kick them both out as they tried their best to distract you.

Striding onto Vel’s floor you hide an amused smile at everyone running around like headless chickens and Velvette in the middle orchestrating the mayhem. Your phone buzzing in your pocket distracted you, walking over to one of the tables with no fabric on – you were not risking your undead life by getting coffee near Velvette’s designs – you pop the coffees, your purse and jacket on top. Yanking your phone out your leggings leg pocket (thank you Vel for that genius invention) you spy Angel’s face pop up on a notification. Pressing it you quickly read the message, frown appearing on your face. He was letting you down tonight, so much for your plus one. Now you think about it, all this week you hadn’t see hide nor hair of him and his usual constant messaging was getting less and less. Hmm. Reminding yourself to call him tomorrow to speak about it you pop your phone back in your leggings pocket. Okay no plus one, you can totally do the opening by yourself. Wouldn’t be the first time.

A hand grips your wrist and swirls you into a seat. No longer surprised at Velvette’s ways you just get comfy and sit up straighter in your seat. After the third or fourth time she’d done this to you, it’s easier to just accept the gentle manhandling.

“Finally, you are here. You know you were meant to be here an hour ago, right?” She raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you, lips pulled down in a scowl. Yanking her coffee from the holder you hold it up as a peace offering, your best sorry expression across your face.

Taking the cup off you, a quick sip later she hummed under her breath before smirking: “fine you are forgiven! But do it again and I’ll start cutting that pretty hair shorter and shorter – an inch for every hour you are late” she threatens, swirling away to grab another sinner to start on your hair while she got her make up out ready. She had determined she was getting you ready for this club opening before you even thought about how you were going to get ready.

You closed your eyes as they got to work, the sinner working on your hair was sectioning it off and placing it in large curlers to make bouncy waves in your waist length hair and Vel was cleansing your face. At ease you barely notice anyone else until you smell the distinct aroma of a certain cigarette.

“Good evening, Valentino” you murmur, completely docile because of the fingers combing through your hair. You didn’t realise you liked it so much, not remembering if it felt this way when you were human or if it was a new thing now you were in Hell.

“Evening Princessa, it looks like you’re getting all the works tonight”, opening your right eye you smile at the Moth Overlord. Over this past week you’ve settled into a more relaxed relationship with each other. Less threatening and overbearing sexual innuendos and more flirty banter, which you could cope with.

“Yes, Vel was determined she was the best one to get me ready even though I offered to do my hair and make up myself” a small tap to your nose with a brush made you scrunch it.

“Well darlin’, if you want something done right, sometimes you just gotta do it yourself!”

Humming in agreement you close your eyes again at the feeling of the sinner sorting your hair, sighing happily. Or you did until you heard a snarl and the fingers stopped combing through your hair: “enough. Fuck off!” Blinking in shock you look up to see the sinner running quickly away and a glaring Velvette stood with her hands on her hips. She flashed you a smile when she caught your bemused stare, “she was taking the piss bae, Val is gonna finish off your hair. It only needs a few more curlers put in and then to set”. Hmm … a smile tugged at your lips from her behaviour. Was she jealous that you were enjoying someone else touching your hair?

“Like you said, if you want it done right, you got to do it yourself. My hair is in your talented hands Val” you close your eyes again at Velvette’s instruction as she starts on your eye make-up.

Fingers raked through your hair that hadn’t yet been pinned up and curled, nails scratching at your scalp caught you off guard as a moan nearly escaped your lips. Okay. You learn something new about your body every day. Even in Hell. Clearing your throat when you hear him lowly chuckle you try to distract yourself from the luscious feeling that he was pulling from you by playing with your hair.

“There’s a coffee on the table for you Val if you want one. I know you are usually up late with shoots so figured the caffeine fix might be what you need” you tell him, nose twitching when Vel turns and her hair tickles it.

“You are so kind to us, mi cariño” humming your agreement you allowed them both to work, chuckling every so often as the bitched and picked at each other. A week or two ago you would have thought they’d hated each other the way they spoke – now you realised this was just how they showed each other they cared. Toxic and not your style but it worked for them so who were you to stand in the way and judge.

You must have dozed off as the next time you opened your eyes Velvette was putting the last touches to your make up and Val was taking the curlers out of your hair. Closing your eyes you felt yourself being blasted with a fuck tonne of hair spray. Not a hair would be out of place and your make up would not be smudged. You’d be surprised if you could move your own face with the amount they used.

“Now who is your plus one to this opening Princessa?” Opening your eyes you look in shock at yourself in the mirror that a random sinner was holding in front of you. The demon who looked back at you from the reflection looked like some kind of Siren. Velvette and Valentino worked miracles. In awe of their skills, you mumble how your riding solo tonight as Angel cancelled on you, missing the look they both shared behind your back as you twisted to see how the waves rolled down your back.

 “Guys you are miracle workers, thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever looked this good even when I was alive!” Spinning in your seat you clap your hands giddily as Velvette giggles with you.

“Now for the outfit babes, then we’ve gotta get some photos of you posing before you go”, pushing you towards the dressing room you spy Valentino aggressively typing on his phone. Strange. But too excited to put on your clothes to give it another thought you barge into the room. A small shriek of excitement escaped your lips as you saw it finally. A black feather bustier with accents of the pink that you are starting to be known for, high waisted black leather pants which flared at the bottom, your favourite black stilettos with the pink bottoms were waiting for you. Pushing Velvette out the room to get ready you wafted away her complaints that she wanted to help you get ready saying you wanted it to be a surprise when you finally were all done up.

Carefully putting on the bustier, wriggling into it into place making sure it hugged your curves and synched your waist in but didn’t expose anything you didn’t want exposing. No nip-slips here people! The leather pants were a little easier to put on but again there was a lot of wriggling and jumping to get them completely up. And men thought we looked sexy putting these outfits on? The heels were the easiest thing to put on thank Lucifer. Slipping on the black choker you check that the little pink sapphire crystal was dangling correctly at the front of your throat, matching bracelet and ring then added. A quick spritz of your favourite perfume on your neck and wrists you were finally ready. Turning around to look in the mirror you grinned happily. Never in a million years did you ever think you would look this good.

Opening the door, you step out into the studio. Velvette and Valentino both talking about something heatedly together with their heads turned so you can’t read their lips. Hmm. Clearing your throat at them both to get their attention. Velvette was the first to look at you, beaming she claps her hands together as Valentino just licked his lips in a flirtatious manner.

“GIRL! You look AMAZING!! Right, we’ve gotta get some pics ready for your Sinstagram – you are gonna be trending tonight!” Suddenly there was a flurry of movement around you, lights blinding you as you were shoved in front of a backdrop. A photographer appeared from behind a big camera, him and Velvette directed you how and where to stand. Blinking in amusement you give your best seductive smile from over your shoulder to the camera, catching Valentino and Velvette watching you intently. Both of their gazes dark, Valentino was puffing aggressively on his cigarette. Blushing at their attention you lower your gaze before winking at them both. Screw it, you were going to have fun tonight! A few more photos turned into hundreds with you in different positions, places and sitting on different things. Your last set was you lying against the pink (you noticed this was a new addition in Vels studio) chaise lounge, back arched and your hair rippling down your back.

When you finally finished with the photographer you grabbed your phone and took a few selfies of yourself while you still had the light. Velvette appeared at your side, pulling your phone down a little you both took a few cute selfies together until a huff was heard from behind you. Smirking at the pouting Overlord you pull him closer by his hand.

“Come on you big baby, you’re gonna have to take the photos though as you’ve got the longest arms” you tease. Velvette clutching your arm on your one side and Valentino with his arms wrapped around your waist on the other you took a few selfies, laughing at how some of them turned out. Though you were having a blast with them both you couldn’t help but miss Vox’s sarcastic comments and charming smile. Shaking that thought from your head you check the time and squeak. It was time to get moving!

Thanking them both for helping you get ready and promising Velvette you would take loads of photos tonight you grab your purse and phone – glancing at the lone coffee left on the table you sigh a little under your breath. It woulda been nice to have seen Vox’s reaction to your outfit. Rolling your eyes at your own thoughts. Jeez y/n get a grip! Walking to the elevator you miss the smirks crossing Vel and Valentino’s faces. If you had, you’d have known you were walking into a big surprise.

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[hazbinhotelreimaginedproject]

hi there! I'm a fellow artist and hazbin hotel fan..i just wanted to ask if you have an Velvette redesign? Also, can you follow my account please? Only if you want to. That's all I have to say rn. Love your work!!☆

Part. 7 The Vees

Hazbin Hotel reimagine/redesign! (For fun!)

TW/// Mentioned Sex trafficking & ED

🌐🦈Volt (Vox)🦈🌐

Reimagined! Vox desc:

A sinner with a shark form who replaced his face with his alias' namesake, The Television Demon was a TV salesman in the 1950's, obsessed with technological progress and a proud transhumanist. Imagine his surprise when it turned out the afterlife exists. ↓↓↓

The TV demon has the reputation of a coolheaded businessman, but his personality is neurotic to say the least. He is very loud, overly enthusiastic, and treats everything, no matter how minor or petty, with the highest level of seriousness.

He tried to get Alastor on his side, to show him that radio is outdated and he'd be much better off replacing his face with a monitor as well. Needless to say that interaction didn't go so well, and his clueless ass still has no idea what he said to make him so angry in the first place.

(Keeping the description vague so it can be expanded upon once s2 comes out)

💷🐅Valentino🐅💷

Reimagined! Valentino desc:

The biggest critique I have for both HH and HB are their weak villains. Much like Stella, Valentino feels like a shallow caricature of an abuser that adds nothing to the story besides 'abuse bad', and does little to warn or educate audiences about it. To me, his character is ultimately worthless. Which is why I overhauled him and made him into an abuser people could actually encounter in real life.

An exotic pet trader sent to hell, The Predator Demon began to shift from animal to human trafficking. He is friendly, soft-spoken, reads poetry, plays chess, and never talks about work in his free time. If you were to meet him outside the studio, it's easy to develop respect for him.

It's only when you see firsthand what he does to his employees that your beliefs would be shaken. Still, he'd assure you that it's necessary to discipline workers when they're not doing their job right. A part of you truly believes such a pleasant man would never do something like this without a reason, so you're inclined to believe him. He doesn't find Angel or even most people he works with attractive, he just does what he has to do to keep them in line.

💋😻Velvette😻💋

Reimagined! Velvette desc:

The youngest overlord to ever raise to the title, The Vanity Demon is a social media obsessed 18 year old fashionista. She comes from a rich family so she knows how to rub shoulders with the elite. She also knows how to make people insecure and dependant on her to 'fix them', so she quickly amassed enough souls to be one of the big 3.

She was the one who founded hell's social media where she promotes EDs, look shaming, and toxicity. While she likes to present herself as a diva, she is actually very preppy and unoriginal, stealing her workers' ideas and passing them as her own.

While she is tied to the angel's head plot, she gradually gathers more information on the who and how of the event. Eventually when the angels come to attack the hotel, she finally learns about angelic steel and who is skilled enough to weild it - Vaggie. Rest assured that little angel won't be leaving her sight any time soon.

Hello! Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like my stuffs!! I've been very selective in who I follow recently so I won't be able to follow unfortunately 😔, but this ask finally gave me the push I needed to redesign the Vees! I think their desighns fit them really well but with the AU evolving I wanted to fully me-ify them! Hope you have a great day!!! :33

[vikkirosko]

Alastor, Angel Dust and Carmilla dating S/O, who's main hobby is pissing Vees (Vox for Alastor, Valentino for Angel Dust, Velvette for Carmilla) off, please? Bonus if Vees try to get their revenge on S/O, only for S/O to outsmart them and instead make them look like fools.

Headcanons Piss off

🕷 Angel Dust x Reader 💖

Angel has always been good at hiding from others that Valentino caused him a lot of pain. But he couldn't hide it from you. You were dating and you saw perfectly well how much he was in pain, you saw the bruises, which only got bigger each time and you didn't like it. That's why you decided that you would ruin his life as much as you could. You called it your hobby. You pissed Valentino off in every way you could. You weren't worried that Valentino might hurt you. You were going to protect Angel, even if you had to put yourself in danger to do it. Including when you came face to face with Valentino

You often ruined advertisements by painting graffiti on them, or by completely destroying billboards and posters. You smashed up his stores, though not always with your own hands. You were smart enough to convince those who were unhappy with Valentino to do what you needed to do. Angel sometimes witnessed how you negotiated everything. It was enough for you to send a few messages, after which, after a few hours, you could tell him that, apparently, his working day was canceled. Indeed, after a while, he received a message that the work was canceled because someone had trashed the studio. Angel often told you not to take risks. If Valentino found out that you were behind all this, he wouldn't leave you alone until he destroyed you, but every time you hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, you told him that you would figure it out and that he didn't have to worry about anything

Valentino was able to find out who was behind his problems and he was going to get back at you. He sent mercenaries to you after finding out where you were supposed to be. Valentino was angry, and he didn't even realize that you were involved with Angel. When Angel was about to go to work, he received a message from you in which you asked him to stay at the hotel today and not go to the studio, for his own safety. He asked you what you did this time. You told him that you sent Valentino a little message. Angel listened to your advice and it saved him from the anger of his boss. Valentino actually received the package. In the box was the head of one of the mercenaries and a small piece of paper on which you wrote to him so that he would not try to outplay the host of the game. You weren't going to stop angering him, and you proved that he would have to take you into account, even if he didn't initially perceive you as a serious problem

Angel didn't want you to risk yourself. He wanted you to stay safe no matter what, but you were going to protect him. Even though you called it your hobby, your main goal was to protect someone you cared about from Valentino. You were willing to take risks if it meant you could help him at least a little. You weren't strong enough to stop Valentino once and for all, but if you could do anything for Angel, then you were going to do it. And if that meant destroying his property and sending him bloody messages, then you were going to keep doing it

📻 Alastor x Reader 🎙

Alastor was not a fan of modern technology. He was feuding with Vox, and it wasn't that big of a secret. Only they themselves knew about the true cause of their conflict. They did not openly clash, preferring to annoy each other in various ways. However, something happened that came as a surprise to him. Alastor didn't expect that you were also annoying Vox. He didn't know why you were doing this, but he was amused that you were really good at ruining his life. He watched how every time the TVs glitched when Vox was angry, it only made Alastor's smile wider. He was happy with what you were doing and wasn't going to get in your way

You often hacked into the TV network and applications that Vox controlled and left various viruses there, or you just broke everything. You were smart enough and died to make it so that he couldn't track you and Alastor, watching you and what you were doing, catching yourself thinking that this was probably the only advantage of modern technology. If you didn't know better, he wouldn't have been able to witness how angry his old rival was. One day, during a quiet evening that you spent together, Alastor asked you why you were so eager to annoy Vox. Your answer came as a surprise to him. You told him that you didn't have any particular reason for it. You didn't hate Vox, he didn't do anything to you. To be honest, you didn't care about him at all. You just thought it was funny to see him get angry, and at some point it became your hobby. After a few seconds of silence, Alastor laughed. He thought your answer was the funniest thing he'd heard all day

Vox was confident that he could find you. He was surprised that you left your mark on his system and he was able to find you. He was going to destroy what you had and show you that you shouldn't have messed with him. But when he got into your computer, he found out that he was mistaken. You tricked him. It wasn't your computer, but a trap you created, into which he fell. You led him to a virus that started messing up his system, which is why Vox couldn't do much. Alastor found out about the incident from you and laughed for a long time at the thought that his opponent was in a difficult position and really believed that you would have made such a stupid mistake, even though you had not left any traces that could lead Vox to you before

You both didn't let Vox live in peace, but in different ways. Alastor liked the fact that you had one more common interest. He liked listening to your stories about what you were doing, how you were interfering with his work and even his peaceful life. Your stories pleased Alastor and he was interested to know if together you could make his rival's life unbearable

🗡 Carmilla Carmine x Reader ⚔️

Carmilla and you weren't just partners. You always accompanied her, not so much for safety reasons as to keep her company. She wasn't against it, and you could see that every time she came across Velvette, there were conflicts between them. You rarely stayed away, leaving harsh comments, turning Velvette's attention to yourself and exchanging passive-aggressive comments with her. Carmilla didn't want you to get into trouble, but you handled it pretty well on your own. You've never felt hatred or anything else strong towards Velvette, but you genuinely enjoyed pissing her off. It's become your hobby, and along with it, your way to take a little revenge for the fact that she upset or angered Carmilla

You were good at hacking into the social networks and applications that Velvette used, and with their help you did what you wanted. You handled it well, leaving no traces of penetration, and as soon as she discovered it, she started to get angry. You smiled when you saw what you were doing, and Carmilla, seeing your pleased expression, understood that you had done something that could well be a source of problems for you, but every time she asked you about it, you said that she shouldn't have worried about it and that everything was under control. full control. She really wanted to believe it. She didn't know exactly what you were doing, considering that she didn't follow social media much and you weren't in a hurry to tell her exactly what you were doing, not wanting her to get mad at you for taking unnecessary risks

Velvette guessed who was to blame for the problems she had, and she intended to take revenge on you. Velvette was confident that she would be able to do it, and at first, it would seem, everything really went like this. But at some point, she saw how she lost all control of her phone. She tried to stop it, but at some point her phone screen went black and she lost any opportunity to do anything. When her phone came back to normal, she saw that she had lost access to all her social networks, and this infuriated her. She couldn't believe that you could do this, and she wasn't going to forgive you for it, even though she couldn't get back at you in any way

Carmilla saw that your mood has been surprisingly good lately. She guessed that your good mood was related to Velvette's bad mood, but she wasn't going to bother you. She knew you were a reasonable person and you wouldn't put yourself at unnecessary risk. In the meantime, you could have fun and still stay safe, which was more than fine with her. She watched with a soft smile as you giggled while looking at the phone screen, and she was glad that you were happy

[pukefactory]

aaaaaa i’m back!!1! got another request for you, rush <3

there’s barely any content for him unfortunately, so can i request looey with a reader who isn’t a part of his circus group…but desperately wants to be!! they’re not really good at acts or anything (juggling, tightrope walking, etc) and get really upset because they just want to bond with their balloon boyfriend over something he enjoys :(((

i thought this was cute so i hope it’s okay!! :) thanks in advance!1! (also loved ur recent work with vee and mpreg astro admittedly… it was just so silly but you wrote it so well /nm!)

- anon who sent that shrimpo request hehe… 🦐

Hello, Shrimpo Anon! It’s great to hear from you again. You’re absolutely right about the strange lack of Looey content—it’s such a shame. I hope this gives the little balloon boy some well-deserved attention. This is another adorable request, and I truly hope you enjoy it!

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying my recent works. Even though the Astro mpreg piece was intended as a joke, I decided to put in some effort to challenge and expand my writing skills. I’m thrilled you liked it all the same.

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆CIRCUS MAXIMUS⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

➜ Summary: A compilation of headcannons featuring Looey and reader who wants to be part of his circus crew

➜ Character(s): Looey (Dandy’s World)

➜ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW,

➜ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✧ The moment you express your desire to join his circus, Looey is both intrigued and slightly confused. He’s thrilled that you, his partner, want to learn how to perform and share his passion for the arts. Your enthusiasm and determination immediately captured his attention. Anyone taking interest in his profession fills him with joy, and your eagerness to become part of his circus has him beaming with excitement. Though surprised by your sudden interest, he can’t wait to see where this new adventure will lead.

✧ It’s obvious to both of you that you lack any real experience in the art of clowning. Your knowledge is limited to watching Looey train and perform with his team, and while you may recognize the names of acts and some techniques, you’re completely lost when it comes to executing even the simplest tricks. Fortunately, Looey is more than eager to teach you. Whether it’s juggling, tightrope walking, or magic tricks, he’s thrilled to share his expertise and guide you through anything you wish to learn.

✧ Despite Looey’s unwavering support, there are moments when you can’t help but feel frustrated when things don’t go as planned. You want to connect with him on a deeper level and show how much you care by immersing yourself in his passion. Looey is quick to reassure you, reminding you that even if you decide this isn’t for you or find it too difficult, he’s already thrilled that you cared enough to give it a try. He assures you there’s no pressure to continue if it doesn’t feel right. His comforting words always leave you feeling inspired, and before long, you’re ready to jump back in with renewed determination.

✧ When you begin your training, everything feels overwhelmingly difficult and almost impossible to grasp. However, Looey is incredibly supportive and constantly motivates you to keep pushing forward, even when you stumble. Struggling to juggle more than two objects? No problem—he’ll patiently show you how to adjust to adding a third. Losing your balance on the tightrope? That’s fine too—he’ll walk right behind you, steadying you and helping you find your footing. Looey is the ultimate cheerleader, always providing the encouragement and confidence you need to persevere and keep improving.

✧ Even though you’re improving and working hard, Looey makes sure you take regular breaks during your practice sessions. He ensures you have a comfortable spot to relax between sessions and always brings you food or water if you need or ask for it. During these moments, he’s incredibly attentive, showering you with praise as his tail wags excitedly (though he doesn’t seem to notice). Occasionally, he gets so caught up enjoying time with you that you’ll need to gently remind him when you’re ready to resume training.

✧ Looey isn’t the only one guiding you through your training—the rest of the circus troupe steps in to help as well. Each member brings unique expertise, so it only makes sense for them to share their knowledge and teach you a variety of performing skills. However, despite their contributions, it’s evident that Looey remains your primary mentor. He tends to get slightly uneasy if your focus shifts away from him for too long. Whether it’s due to jealousy or concern for your safety, both you and the troupe can tell that, above all, you’re considered his trainee only.

✧ When you’ve finally mastered your skills and are ready to perform for a large audience, Looey ensures you receive the recognition you deserve—even giving you plenty of time in the spotlight. He personally prepares a special introduction, building up excitement among the crowd before, during, and after your entrance. Throughout your performance, Looey enthusiastically claps along with the audience, though it’s clear he’s the most excited of them all. He flashes you a proud smile and showers you with praise, hyping you up even more before you leave the stage. Once the show ends, he rushes backstage to give you a huge hug, celebrating your accomplishment. To say he’s proud of you would be an understatement.

✧ After such a big performance, it’s obvious you’re exhausted, so the rest of the day is dedicated to unwinding and relaxing with Looey. Since you’ve put in so much effort, he leaves the decision up to you on how to spend the evening. Whether it’s watching TV, reading, or simply resting, he doesn’t mind as long as you’re comfortable and able to recharge. You’ve earned it after such an eventful day, and he’ll be ready to support you when you’re prepared to do it all over again.

[eleventhhourfactor]

Hiyaaa!!

Super late getting into this, but I thought I’d give it a shot since you sent me an ask:

🌺 with Peasley and Luigi, perhaps? 🤭💚💛

Vee, my man! You are absolutely not late for the ask game. Loved your candy gore post by the way. At least in his nightmares, he tastes like raspberries.

So let's see here…yep…uh huh…I can hammer out another Luigi x Peasley piece. I don't know what it is about these two that has got my brain in a vise hold lately, but it's been nice to shake up Luigi's relationships.

That and I also happen to know of another AU where this fits perfectly—a little plant variant dreamt up by @lu1g199. Hope life's treating you fair, and I hope you like another story with your blorbo. With that, let's get to it.

Luigi and Peasley - One with Nature 🌺

Of all the things Peasley could ever want, he desired Luigi's happiness the most. It was why he made every visit to his homeland special, why he always attended to his emerald's every need.

It was why, at the moment, they were at a particularly sacred spot of the kingdom.

"That's it, darling. Just sit back and let the sun work its magic."

To say that his love's recent transformation had surprised him would be an understatement. Had he not seen the blossoms bloom in those dark curls for himself, Peasley would've arranged for an overnight stay at the hospital to see what was amiss. His worries had been set mostly at ease as Luigi explained what had happened—a lab accident, a metamorphosis, had made him into some sort of plant-human hybrid. As things stood, he was having trouble adjusting to some of his new needs.

Therefore, Peasley had taken him somewhere special.

"Peasley?"

"Yes?"

"What if this doesn't work?"

"Well, we haven't gotten into the meditations yet," Peasley said, reaching over to lay a hand on Luigi's knee. "We've just been soaking up the sun."

"It feels really nice," Luigi admitted. "It's just…"

Peasley scooted over, planting himself in front of Luigi as he leaned a little closer.

"What's wrong?" Peasley asked.

Luigi sniffled as he glanced at his hand, as green as the grass beneath him. He tried to turn away, but not before Peasley cupped a hand under his chin to look him in the eye.

Dark eyes where there'd once been white, green where blue had once been. It was startling, but entrancing, the more Peasley held eye contact.

"What if the spirits c-can tell," Luigi stammered, "t-that I'm not…that I w-wasn't always like this? W-What if they don't say anything, or worse…"

Luigi began to shake, with the various sprouts and vines that he kept company trembled and writhed along with him. Peasley took the opportunity to hug him, scooting back to his side as he kept his arms around him.

"Any sort of plant," Peasley assured him, "is welcome here. This place is meant to heal, to help you find your way."

"What if it's not with you?" Luigi mumbled into his shoulder.

"I highly doubt that," Peasley chuckled. "Who was the one who sent you a sunlamp?"

"You," Luigi answered.

"Who was the one who bought you those swim trunks so you can soak up as much sun as possible?"

"You did."

"Aside from your brother, who's made sure you've never wilted?"

"Still you."

"And you think we're incompatible?"

"You've done so much more for me than I've ever done for you."

Before he could say another word, Luigi found himself in a kiss—passioniate, grounding, and affirming. Peasley drew back from him, but kept his arms looped around Luigi's neck.

"I have never been so enamored by anyone as I've been with you," Peasley said softly. "No one has ever been as entertaining, as caring, as kind, as you've been. You know what I appreciate the most about you?"

"What's that?"

Peasley smiled as he traced a finger up a steadily growing blossom beside his lover's ear.

"That you're you, Luigi," Peasley said. "Never has anyone been so open, so honest, and so full of life as you."

[storm-angel989]

Hi! I’ve seen you write Vox x daughter with epilepsy before and it made me wonder how you think he would react if his screen glitched and triggered a seizure. I see him going all super protective once he reboots (Maybe Val or Vel had to step in and take care of reader if he completely crashes for a while) but also feeling super guilty and needing a pep talk from the other Vees or his daughter about how he’s still a good dad.

Hi friend,

Enjoy! I hope I did this one justice- as always, please let me know your thoughts!

<3 Mandy

Vox hated waking up after a glitch. 

In all of his technological control, he hadn’t yet managed to find the circuit in his own body that triggered each seizure. An electrical impulse in the brain, no different than when he was human, seemed to be one of the only physical characteristics he carried over from Earth to Hell. And much like then, the frustration of lack of control irritated him to no end. 

He was fortunate, really. His own VoxTech watch issued an alert to his two best friends, Velvette and Valentino, whenever a glitch happened. It was the best way to assure that he would be found by someone he trusted. Someone who he didn’t mind seeing him in his most vulnerable state. After all, being an overlord in hell meant you didn’t want the world to know that sometimes you peed your pants because of a circuit misfire. 

“Where the fuck am I?” Vox asked, half groggy, half growling as he took in the whiteness of the room. A needle in his arm, wires attached to his screen and his chest.  His favorite suit was missing, replaced by a blue and white hospital gown. He moved to sit up and pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down at the matching sling and nausea flowed through him, from both pain and slow realization of where he was. 

”In the nurse's office, you had a bad one, Vox,” Velvette’s usually chirpy voice was quiet. “How do you feel?”

How did he feel? Anger and embarrassment flooded through him. He was an overlord. To be taken down by a simple jolt of electricity was laughable at best. 

”You know this happens, why the fuck did you…” Vox began angrily. 

“I’m sorry, Vox, but it didn’t stop right away this time,” Valentino explained softly. “  It lasted over five minutes and you dislocated your shoulder- I had to bring you in.”

Vox let out a groan and realization forced him upright. “Where is my daughter? Where is reader and who is getting her from school?”

”Hey, hey, relax Amicico. I sent Angel in the limo to pick her up.” Valentino said soothingly. “He’ll…”

”You sent that whore to pick up my kid? Jesus, Valentino,” Vox growled as he pushed his way upright. A wave of dizziness shot through him.

Valentino seemed to expect his nonsense. Carefully, he laid his hand on Vox’s chest and pushed him back. 

“Reader likes and knows Angel well enough that she’ll be comfortable following him downstairs into my studio. Take a breath…”

Fear shot through Vox. “No. She can’t see me like this. Valentino, Velvette please. Let it go- just have her meet me upstairs, I’ll be out by dinner, I…”

”No, Vox,” Velvette said firmly. “You know, you talk a big game to your daughter. How epilepsy is nothing to be ashamed of. How it's just a little tiny bug in your brain. It doesn’t make you weird nor is there anything to be embarrassed about. How do you think she’s going to feel if you won’t let her come see you in the hospital?”

“I just don’t want her to see me all…weak, and broken,” Vox muttered. “I hate enough that she got this from me, and I don’t…I already feel like a shit father.”

”You’d be a shit father if you didn’t let her see you like this,” Velvette replied. “If you show her you don’t mean what you say. Besides, Vox. She loves you. It would make her worry something terrible if we stopped her at the door. And stress…”

”Stress triggers seizures, amicito. Do you want to be the cause of that?” Valentino asked. 

“That’s a little mean, Val,” Velvette admonished. “But not…entirely untrue. We won’t let her in if you insist Vox, but…”

Vox closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Fine. But if they keep me overnight, one of you needs to…”

”Bathe her, feed her, put her to bed, read her a bedtime story, give her snuggles and get her to school in the morning? Vox, don’t worry about it, it’s not the first time you would be gone for the night and it won’t be the last.” Velvette replied. “So take a breath. Literally.”

”Don’t you remember the last time you were out of town? She dragged Velvette out of her room and into mine, then crawled onto my chest at three in the morning and promptly fell asleep. Believe me, she’s fine,” Valentino added. “And we don’t even know if they’ll keep you. Really, it depends on the X-rays and how badly your shoulder is dislocated.” 

“Daddy!” Reader’s voice broke through whatever it was Vox was about to say. She blurred across the room and Valentino caught her midair as she tried to jump into her fathers arms. “Daddy!”

”Hey hey, calm down, your Daddy is fine. Take a breath, mi a more,” Valentino said as he held the squirming toddler. “You can’t pounce on Daddy. You’ll mess up the wires.” 

“Daddy!” She begged as she squirmed and reached in Valentino’s hold. 

“It’s okay Val, set her down. Babygirl, Daddy needs you to be calm,” Vox said in a gentle tone. “And be careful of Daddy’s arm.”

To her credit, she crawled carefully up the bed and wrapped her arms around Vox’s neck as softly as a child could be expected to be. He pressed his lips to her forehead and wrapped his free arm around her. 

“Daddy, what happened?” she asked as she snuggled into his chest. “Daddy, why’s your heart beating so fast?”

Vox swallowed uneasily as he looked down at his little girl. Velvette and Valentino’s words echoed in his head. Be honest. Stand by what I said to her. 

“Daddy had a seizure. Just like you get, but a little different. I’m okay, sweetheart, but I might have to stay overnight in the hospital. If I do, you’ll stay with Auntie and Uncle, okay?” 

Not to his surprise, she shook her head no and buried her face into his chest. He sighed and stroked her hair. Convincing her at bedtime would be a separate argument. For now, he needed her to go back home with Val and Velvette.

“Then why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it, babygirl?” He suggested as he held her. “Right now, Daddy needs to rest. And probably a few more tests. And you, young lady, need to go home and have dinner. And it's bath night.” 

“Daddy, I just got here,” she protested as she wrapped her arms a bit tighter. “No, Daddy.”

“Baby, you’ve been in the hospital before too,” he reminded her as lightly as he could. “The doctor is going to come and run tests, and I’ll be home as soon as I can. I need you to be my brave, big girl and listen to your Auntie and Uncle. Can you do that for me?”

He watched as she considered. Finally, she sighed but snuggled in and kissed his cheek. 

“Okay, Daddy. But I want Uncle Valentino to give me my bath. Auntie Velvette doesn’t let me play with my rubber duck.”

“Because you squirt water at me!” Velvette protested lightly. 

Vox rolled his eyes but kissed her cheek. “Fine. Go with them now, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

“Feel better, Daddy,” she said with a final squeeze. “I love you.”

He swallowed, the feeling of guilt again washing over him. “I love you too, baby.” 

He watched as Valentino carried her out the door. To his surprise, Velvette hesitated and turned back, shutting the door behind her.

“I know that look. You’re a good Dad, Vox. So cut the shit, okay? Every parent needs help sometimes. You’re no different,” she admonished gently. 

“It’s written all over my screen, isn’t it?” Vox replied glumly. “I just…”

“Enough of the pity party. Your glitch doesn’t make you any less of a Dad. And I don’t know a single kid who loves her father as much as that little girl loves you. So cut the crap and enough with the self guilt.” Velvette turned and opened the door. “And Vox? Get some rest. I’ll have her video chat you tonight before bed. Just because you glitch doesn’t mean you get out of goodnight sillies.” 

[cupcakewebkinz]

I feel terrible for making people sad, so here's how I imagine Vee's first time accepting Shanon as a parental figure went.

@soupiestzilla LOOK I CAN MAKE VEE HAPPY I SWEAR-

♡

"And that's my last card, I win." Shelly stated as she slapped the last Uno card she had down on the table, getting a shocked look from Vee as her antennae lowered.

"You're cheating! There's no way you won four times in a row!" Vee stated in her flustered state, putting down the last card she had herself. Shelly just giggled as she showed her that she genuinely didn't have any cards, then she yawned, rubbing one of her eyes gently. Vee checked the time after that... It was 11 pm, it's way past the time they usually went to bed.

"You want me to get mom so you can go to bed?" Vee asked, which caught Shelly off guard for a second, though she assumed that she just called Shanon mom so she knew who she was talking about as she knew she tended to be a little bit stupid when she was tired and just nodded. This wasn't the case, however, they had no idea, as Vee just nodded and got up, going right over to where Shanon was and gently tugged on her shirt as she always did when she wanted her attention.

"Mom, it's storytime, Shelly's really tired. She also cheated and refuses to admit it." Vee stated, getting a nod of understanding from the human as she closed the book she was reading, seeming to miss the fact that Vee just called her mom. This wasn't true, she just taught herself how to not cry when she's incredibly emotional for Vee's sake.

"Alright hon, I'll get her to bed, you get the book you want us to read." She calmly replied, watching the robot when she just walked off like nothing ever happened. Shanon then absolutely broke and started crying, being so overwhelmed by the simple fact that Vee called her mom out of everything that she just... Cried. It was a happy cry, overjoyous cry, but she probably looked like a disaster anyways with her messy hair and odd mismatched pajamas, which probably was why Shelly looked incredibly concerned when she walked in.

"Are you okay mom?" She asked as she rushed to her handler's side, though she immediately calmed down and just smiled when she noticed the absolutely stupid grin on her face.

"Vee finally called me mom, she's warmed up to me! Finally!" Shanon cheerfully explained, which got Shelly's tail wagging as she hugged her handler tight. Shanon just hugged back, doing her best to calm down, but she wasn't going to be calm for a long time. She was finally accepted into a family she never thought she would be accepted into, and she loved it. Shelly obviously did too, as she genuinely wanted to see her handler be happy and thrive like this, while Vee just looked very confused when she came back. She genuinely had no idea how happy she made them that night, and was especially confused by Shanon's tears, she honestly just came to see why Shelly wasn't in bed.

"Hey uh... Is she okay?" Vee quietly questioned, and Shelly nodded as she let go of her mom, letting Shanon get up and wipe her tears away.

"I'm okay, don't worry about it, let's get you two to bed." Shanon reassured as she gently took both of their hands and lead them off, taking them right to their room to get them ready for bed. Though after the two were asleep (well, Vee charging and in sleep mode, but close enough) and Shanon was in her room, she was back to happy crying as she texted her fellow ex-coworkers "Vee finally is getting settled, it's a great day, I'll update you guys later". She then sent them a photo of the two, then put her phone down to the side, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath.

"A great day it's been indeed... I'm such a proud mom." She muttered to herself, knowing very well that nobody was listening, but she didn't care. She was happy, and the two were happy, and that's all that matters.

[pierroterotica]

someone is stealing my identity on rule.34

I'm just making a post about this to nip it in the bud before anybody sees this and tries to ask me about it. There's someone on rule.34 using my username and posting edited versions of my art.

(and just to keep things especially clear, I didn't find this out because I frequently look at the ghost and pals tag on rule.34. I was reverse image searching my art just because sometimes I like to see if anyone has reposted it lol)

Basically, like a week or so ago I drew a funny little drawing and sent it to Veeeffvee's inbox. I was just doing a bit of trolling, you know. It was a drawing of Christopher Pierre voring her and had "Vefve x Chris" written on it. I did not draw it with sexual intent. I am not into vore. I just thought it was very funny. I also did not post it anywhere; it was only shared in Vefve's asks. Somehow someone saw this image and removed all of the parts that had Veeeffvee attached to it, and then posted it to the site under my username.

This person also made several comments under my name.

The interesting thing about these comments you may notice is that they follow a certain unique writing style that someone in this fandom uses. Another interesting note to add is that Vefve never answered this ask publicly, meaning only she and anyone who she possibly shared it to could have seen it.

Something else that is a little interesting is that Veeeffvee has been namedropping me on her blog. Specifically under the idea that I'm the only person criticizing her for having a creepy relationship with her (majority) underage fans.

(also, just for the record I did not send this ask. I wouldn't have had a reason to be on anon since vefve already knows how I feel about her.)

What I'm saying, is that to me, it looks like vefve is annoyed by my criticism of her and is impersonating my identity to try and create some sort of blackmail or leverage against me so that my criticism looks less valid. Which is interesting because I know for a fact that I'm not the only one who's criticized her for her creepy relationship with her fans. What is also interesting, is that I am 17. Christopher Pierre may not be a real person, but I am. And if this really is Vefve or one of her friends doing this, then it means that she's impersonating a minor in order to post on porn sites and make sexually explicit comments as well as post fetish material. Which definitely wouldn't help her case against the accusations of being a creep. If this isn't you, Vee, I really think you should find some good evidence that this wasn't you or someone in your posse. You are literally the only person who would have seen that image.

[radioisntdead]

Hey could I request a scenario where the reader is Alastor's niece and the vees have a crush and alastor's reaction to finding out as well as the Vees. Honeslty if you have it where he beats up basically goes ha no for Vals part and beats him up I'd love that

Good evening my dear after writing I'm realizing you may have meant for them to be separate categories but I went love square [???]

Warnings!!

Valentino, the Vee's being weird, OOC, Vox being a voyeuristic creep, reader has deer features

You know after aiding your favorite [and only] uncle in murder and falling to hell while your mother and grandma ascended above, having a trio of overlords falling head over heels for you was NOT on your bingo card.

You didn't notice them having a crush on you until Auntie Rosie pointed it out when Velvette had a large shipment of not only clothing mailed to you but with flowers, Vox had sent electronics and more flowers [that Alastor would have such joy destroying] and Valentino had sent you erotica.

Classy.

Velvette would be the most aggressive in getting your attention, she probably also has the biggest chance to win over your affections, shoving people out of the way to talk to you, affectionately calling you things, giving you a new woredrob every other week, flowers, personally inviting you to her fashion shows and giving you VIP seating.

Vox watches you, I imagine you at least have a phone probably not Voxtech though so I imagine it's probably slightly harder to watch you through that, but with drones and other devices he watches, probably calls you something like Doe-eyes or Dollface, he's called you mini Alastor a couple of times which you did NOT APPRECIATE, once he realizes that Alastor keeps destroying the technology he sends you he switches to flowers, with cameras in them, he sometimes teleports through them and is often met with you swinging something at him and breaking his screen, unfortunately for you he's into that.

Valentino, arguably the WORST one to have pinning over you, dude manages to pop out at the worst times offering to make you a star, asking you to warm his bedroom, uncomfortably leaning in and touching you.

You ripped off his antenna.

The three of them bicker over you in private.

Now after you figured out WHY they were sending you shit and giving you special privileges you immediately snitched to Uncle Alastor because you did NOT want to deal with the whole dumpster fire that was the Vees.

Now Alastor wasn't naive about the Vee's... Affections towards you, again they sent you a concerning amount of things, but he didn't do anything because you're an adult and you can make your own decisions.

But when you come to him saying that Valentino sent you erotica and made you uncomfortable?

Well you are his one and only niece! The only family he has down here! The least he can do is squish a little purple moth for you!

You wonder if restraining orders were a thing in hell and if they'd work.

Now the TV guy and fashionista surprisingly were NOT completely thrown off by their buddy's screams getting absolutely blasted on Alastor's radio broadcast, they kept their simping to a more low-key level with only flowers getting shipped to you from Velvette and weird love emails from Vox.

Vox for some reason thinks asking Alastor for your hand in MARRIAGE, was a good idea.

It was NOT.

He's lucky he didn't meet the same fate as Valentino.

Maybe one day you'd choose one of the remaining Vee's or both if you're into that, or maybe neither.

But for now you'd use their infatuation with you to your advantage.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed and I think it's probably obvious at this point that Velvette is my favorite out of the Vee's.

Am I ever going to write a fic where Valentino isn't injured or straight up dead in some way? No, no I'm not.

Anyways as always thank you for tuning in!

[kame-writes]

Random Media overlord facts:

Before Voxtech became the big brand name, the company was known as 'Audio-Visual entertainment', that name is now retired and not many people even remember it. Alastor still owns things with that brand because he doesn't update equipment unless it's necessary

Alastor attends overlord Meetings, but for himself, not representing the Vees. If it's Important Vox goes along, because no one trusts Alastor to accurately relay information to them.

There is a large basement room of the tower with no doors or windows. It's just a soundproof room with a single outlet and dim lights. Vox can access it by the electricity, And Alastor by his shadows.

Husk doesn't actually own his Casino anymore, it's properly of the Vees, he just works there. He hasn't been an overlord for so long that people either forgot, or like to taunt him about it. Any soul Husker wins/owns can be taken by Alastor if he thinks they'd be useful. Mostly Husk is treated like passive income, for both money and souls

Angel is initially scared of having Alastor at the hotel, since he's technically one of his bosses, despite barely interacting or seeing him prior to the hotel. But once he realises that nothing that happens at the Hotel seems to follow him back to work, it doesn't take too long for him to start flirting and being more comfortable teasing him like everyone else.

Sir Pentious was still sent by Vox to spy on the hotel/Alastor. Alastor is annoyed, but also amused that Vox messed up so badly with his choice of spy. He makes it very clear to Charlie and Vaggie that he had nothing to do with it, and he'll "ensure nothing like that happens again". Vox goes quiet after that, and doesn't show his face at the hotel for a long time. No one asks what happened, and Vox gets tense if it's ever mentioned.

The whole scene with Charlie and Valentino still happen. When Alastor confronts him about it, Val is tense (and a little scared, but he'd never admit it), but Alastor only demands to watch the recording on the security cameras. Surprisingly, he isn't overly angry at Valentino, just his usual disgust for his work and treatment of the souls in his possesion. He's more interested in seeing Charlie losing control briefly in her anger.

Rosie sometimes visits the tower, and has modeled for Velvette aswell as been on a cannibal cooking segment of one of the shows.

Velvette is the only member of the Vees that Alastor has not had a physical fight with. All their fights are verbal, and she has never given him a reason to physically hurt her, or put her in her place like the boys have.