#fish facts with vox

[kakodaimones]

"The cookie cutter shark, also known as the cigar shark, is a small squaliform that prefers warm ocean environments. Typically around 45 to 55 cm in length, it gets its colloquial name for the unique way that it feeds - taking perfectly round bites out of much larger marine life with its saw-like teeth. It actually lures in would-be predators using a form of bioluminescence, disguising itself as prey, only to take a chunk out of the very thing that would try and swallow them whole. Really goes to show the adaptability of the whole Selachimorph subdivision."

[bigfatbimbo]

silly low effort Vox x reader headcanons —

Silly headcanons because Vox is one goofy piece of shit. It’s very comical actually. Like if you live together he would come home and literally just bitch and bitch about his day. Even if he actually considered it a good day, that wouldn’t stop him. Sings very loudly in the shower in hopes that you’ll hear him and tell him how great he sounds. No one fishes for compliments like this man. It’s really funny how he does it because he like give you prompts. “Oh yea, this afternoons live broadcast was, or at least I thought, one of the better ones of the week. What about you? What’d you think?” And then he’d hit you with the most insincere smile and blink at you expectantly. I think he’d work best with a reader who doesn’t play into his shit. He needs a reality check to get his ego in order, let’s be real. But definitely not one that’s anything like Val; AKA overly critical and negative. Give him a good amount of praise but not in a yes-man type of way. He already has too many workers like that. Like a good sincere, specific compliment would knock him flat on his ass. I said in a recent shitpost that was super ticklish and I meant it! The back of his head where his wires are and the sides of his stomach are his most sensitive spots. If you spontaneously attack you by tickling him, he’ll literally loose his shit laughing and be so caught off guard. ”Holy shit—hah— stop! Stop it—“ He’d practically seethe through violent giggles. “—y/n—pfft—this isn’t funny!” And then he’d pretend to be all pissed off after you finally stopped, but in reality he liked the attention. He likes to keep his walls up and not be vulnerable but, given the right approach, I don’t think it would be that hard to fluster him. I saw a headcanon where his eyes can make heart shapes and I second this. When you make him blush his screen would just light up brighter and his eyes would turn to hearts. Then he’d be like “God FUCKING dammit! Shut the fuck up, already!” because of how obvious it would be. He’d have to put his hands over his screen and turn away from you. But he’d be very annoyed the whole time which would lead to this comical pissed off blushy rage. He gets really excited about things easily, leading to a bunch of excess energy and he’d probably get really loud too. This doesn’t only happen when you’re watching something he’s really invested in, although that is the more often situation. You could be playing a board game and he’d get unbelievably happy if he was winning. Hell, maybe your just listening, really listening, too one of his ideas for Voxtech. Usually the other vees kinda just go on their phones when he’s like this, maybe even tell him to shut up. Although that probably doesn’t bother him that much, he’d be genuinely taken aback if you listen. He’d probably stop half way through his excited rambling and notice you just looking at him. Tell him how cute he looks I DARE YOU. Que the angry blushing as he hides his screen. He’s also a huge complainer. Like HUGE he’s actually unbareable. He considers himself the least spoiled out of the Vees, and yeah, probably. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t. “Yeah, and the fucking press was all over my ass today about ‘safety’ or some shit. I played it off fantastically as per usual but god, they’re annoying.” ”Yes, Vox. God forbid they bother prince charming over here.” ”Exactly!” I also think he’d want your attention like 24/7 on the clock. Like if you even stop to talk to anyone else he’d probably cross his arms, tap his foot, and just fucking pout. Maybe he’d even sigh dramatically in your direction and check his watch because if you can’t tell, Vox is very high maintenance. All the Vees are in fact. He’d get jealous very easily too if your attention is directed at anyone else. ”Who are you texting? Is that a ‘good friend’ or something? Hm. You only texted me twice today.” I also think that he would like cuddling after a long day like with his screen resting on your chest and watching tv with you. He’d never ask though, so you’d just have to know when to offer.

He also would like it when you rub his back and treat him gently like that. He probably wouldn’t be used to gentle touch. Probably also falls alseep on you a lot.

a/n — Take these all with a grain of salt BY THE WAY. Because I titled these ‘silly’ headcanons for a reason.

This doesn’t include how terrible he would be (manipulative, selfish, etc) because I just felt like doing something light hearted without angst!

[not-vox-on-tummbler]

VOX x Reader (Blurb)

WARNINGS: Rough Vox, established relationships, use of toys, use of term ‘slut’ more than needed, Smut

MDNI 18+

It was the bright electric blue that had snapped you out of the pre-orgasmic glow you had feeling buzzing in your stomach. It was so jarring have been in the dark just a moment ago KNOWING you were alone, until a bright LED screen was looking down at you with a shit eating grin.

“Having fun there sweetheart?” His voice low and husky, you groan in annoyance having lost your buzz. With a near snarl in your tone,”Fuck you,Vox! You fucking pervert…” you blush and cover yourself fully. He ‘tsk’ at you and sat next to you on the bed. “Now Now, I think you know better than anyone else that I own this precious little hole of yours and you are supposed to ASK PERMISSION TO TOUCH IT WHEN YOU ARE BEING TOO NEEDY OF A SLUT!” He reaches over and grabs a fist full of your hair. You groan in pleasurable pain, you hand flying up to grab onto his wrist,”A-Ah! V-Vox!” He yanks harder and pulls you closer to his brightly lit screen face.

Hissing, you squint your eyes from his screen and open up your mouth to speak again, but he’d beat you to it. “You address me correctly, or you don’t SPEAK at all. Remember?” He growls out and you close your mouth immediately. He grins and raises his brow expectedly,”Yes, sir. Understood.” He releases your hair and squishes your cheeks together. With tear as pricking in your eyes you look up at him,”I’m sorry, sir. I-I couldn’t wait or find you, sir. Please please forgive me…” you whimper out form your fish lips his grip was forcing your face into.

He chuckles and lets go, but not so gently. He releases you with a toss of your head back, you fall on the covers of your bed. You watch him through your lashes as he stood up and stepped off into the rest of the darkness in the room. You hear him pull out a set of keys, jingle them around and as he bent down the light from his head illuminated the chest you were all too familiar with. He unlocks it, takes a moment to look inside before humming in content with his decision of a pair of his own handcuffs and a vibrator that was just perfectly shaped to your pleasure and a suction. You felt chills run down your spine as you have now recognize that this was a punishment and by his pleased and calm demeanor you could tell it was gonna be a long and agonizing punishment.

Within a couple of hours you were crying whimpering and babbling nonsense. Repeating an apology that was being ignored. “Awe c’mon now doll face. You knew the rules. You know the punishment. There are not enough tears or begging that’s gonna change the fact you’re a desperate slut who just doesn’t listen.” He says in a soothing voice. He’s sat in the corner, his pants lazily dropped to his ankles and his hand wrapped around his cock rubbing and teasing his leaking tip. You squirm and kick as you feel another orgasm approaching rapidly, knowing your tells he grins devilishly and with a flick of his claws the vibrator is immediately shut off again, you toss your head back and let out a sob.

He laughs, and again the vibrator is switched back on. He loves this game. He loves making you pay for being disobedient.

It’s the reason you’re his favorite toy.

{Jinx}

[rubra-wav]

[ Entry #9 ] Various Vox headcanons

A/N I've got a post coming up about what I think it'd be like to actually date him coming up, (alongside Snap part 2 ofc, I'm just taking my time w it to try keep things accurate) so here's some points which will lead into that next post + other misc stuff I've been thinking abt.

Cw: SFW above cut, NSFW below cut - 18+ MDNI, reference to manipulative behaviours

SFW

- While drunk, he's both very affectionate and cute but also gets really sad and clingy. If you stop paying attention to him for even a second while he's gonna start bawling like a giant baby. It's also the only time he's truly 100% honest with how he feels about you.

Basically; the mask falls right off, so he doesn't like to get drunk around people. He will deny all that's been said or done during this.

- He doesn't need to sleep but likes to - when he sleeps tho he doesn't really sleep in the traditional sense but instead goes into a preset 'sleep mode' for a specific set of time. He can also be rebooted remotely if you need him up before he's programmed to wake up again. (I discuss more abt this type stuff in entry #4)

- Follow up point: when he dreams while in sleep mode, his dreams play on his screen. He often dreams about becoming essentially king of hell and having people worship him like a god.

If you bring this up, he will be embarrassed as all fucking hell and will also deny it vehemently.

- He ends up getting water damage fairly often because he really loves swimming and aquatic environments ironically.

He's of course got ways of waterproofing himself properly, but usually he will do it badly or just not give a fuck about it and go swimming impulsively.

Will complain like a bitch after getting water damaged as well, holy shit. Blames everything but himself about it.

- Follow up: if you ever take this man to an aquarium on a date, he's going to be so fucking excited about everything he's seeing.

He will be trying to contain himself, but he may end up letting the mask of calmness slip at points and just start randomly talking a million miles an hour about whatever shark, fish, sea creature, etc. He's seeing. He loves sharks so much.

- Somewhat follow-up point: If you 1. don't tell him to shut up about shit when he starts getting excited and talking really fast and loudly AND 2. Actually listen?

He's gonna be so goddamn happy. Holy shit.

He's used to being told to shut up when he starts talking about ideas he has for a new VoxTek project, so if you give him feedback and your thoughts on it once he's done info dumping? He's gonna start internally screaming because he's so happy about it.

- Follow up follow-up: He doesn't take criticism well though. In fact, he's a baby. If you're in a relationship and you've gotten him out of his bs a bit with his ego being fragile as shit about everything, it'll be better but still pretty bad.

He needs reassurance that just because you disagree or think (y) would be a better alternative than what's his (x), that you still think it's a good idea, lmao.

- If you wear blue light glasses he can't hypnotise you, and he absolutely fucking hates it. In an argument or confronting him, you just put on bluelight glasses and cross your arms, and he's so annoyed about it.

You'd need to start wearing blue light glasses, because this asshole will be trying to hypnotise you into forgetting things if you see something of him that he deems 'undesirable' about himself for you to see.

- He's such a colossal attention whore that the second you are doing something thats not to do with him or talking to someone who isn't him, he's gonna be pissy asf about it.

Think glaring at you while pouting and loudly tapping his foot. He's such a little shit 💀

- He's so intensely touch starved it's not even funny. If you're doing anything his hands are gonna be on your hip, your back or your shoulders.

He desperately wants to be physically close to you but he also will never normally instigate cuddle sessions because he thinks it's embarrassing that he wants them so badly. If you instigate them, he will absolutely love it.

Just not in public, though. If you try to be super affectionate or maybe even affectionate with him at all publicly, he'll be pushing you away telling you to wait until later.

And will get mad if you try get a bit defensive about it with him.

NSFW

- He has barely any self-control and ends up getting unintentionally excited really easily - even in situations where he really shouldn't be. If you as his partner are cuddling him, sitting in his lap, touching his neck, or god forbid the ports, he's gonna get hard so quickly it's not even funny.

Him being touch starved is really a double-edged sword because he wants to be near you, but also he gets unintentionally way too physically excited about it and ends up embarrassed asf most of the time.

- Kinda follow up point: I feel as if he's extremely repressed sexually in general. He works extremely long hours to maintain his control over everything single day, and considering his tendency to start zapping things when he gets closer to finishing / overwhelmed, he'd likely not be taking any chances at all with that.

So when he gets physically near his partner alone (and also not even alone), his body just kinda goes 'time to make up for lost time'. 💀

- Most sensitive erogenous zones on him (outside of his dick obviously) are his neck and ports. I'm not sure if him having ports for nipples is canon or not, but if it still is, those are the more sensitive ones. The ones on the back of his head are still an absolute killer, though.

If you kiss his neck even softly, he'll be tensing up, and if you're kissing him or cuddling him and gently brush up against the ports on the back of his head, or your chest brushes against his and brings him nipple stimulation - he's gonna be getting a boner as quick as it gets.

- He doesn't really care too much about his partner's height, but I get the vibe that he'd have a size difference thing and would love a partner who's smaller than him (but not tiny still)

It would trip his ego so much to be able to physically look down on people in general, but with a partner? He'd be going mildly insane about it but in a different way.

Wear his clothes, and they're massive on you? He's gonna be turned on as absolute hell by that. Especially if it's one of his button ups and its neckline is plunging and giving him an eyeful of your chest.

He can easily pick you up and pull you against him in whatever way? Goes absolutely nuts about it.

I love it when I try to go,'this will only be short', then my brainrot takes hold, and my ideas just keep flowing. 💀

Masterlist

[iiotic]

hello!! how are you? :D i hope your doing well! i have a request for you if that’s cool with you! here I go (:

Could I request Alastor, Angel Dust and (Maybe?) Vox with a GN! Reader who’s like Qi Rong from Heavens Official Blessing?

The idea being that their a very attractive person who’s very emotionally immature and uses very vulgar language? but later they’ll turn a tiny bit softer perhaps? Also maybe this video will explain the most silliest language LOL

Thank you!

(A/N) - first of all i wanted to apologise that this took so long but i've been really busy lately!! Anyways I hope it isn't too bad.

‧꒰ა Alastor, Angel dust and Vox with a gn! Reader who acts like Qi Rong (from Heavens official Blessing)

TW - cursing??

‧꒰ა Angel Dust:

When he heard the news that someone new joined the hotel he didn't really care. He thought that it would be another boring person, a goody two shoes who would try to lecture him every second.

But oh boy was he wrong..

You're attractive? And NOT boring? Well pheraps he's slowly going to heaven.

Flirts with you 24/7. It would definitely piss you off so much.

"Hey there, sugar. You know I'm started to get really bored.. all alone.. in my room.. Maybe-"

"Not respectfully shut up. You smell like a fucking fish who didn't have the access to water for a month."

It may seem like you hate him but you really don't.

He did caught some soft gazes at his direction.

༻༉Alastor:

When you joined the hotel seeking redemption, i have to say you intrigued him.

You reminded him of Angel Dust. Such a vulgar mouth but such a pretty face? Well that's not how it's suppose to be. At least not for him

He remembers oh so clearly when things didn't go the way you wanted. You were in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Someone approached you? Cursed him off. Accidentally tripped over a thing? Well it's a perfect occasion to say that its parents doesnt love it.

When Alastor's friend, Rosie decided to take a visit. She was absolutely mesmerised by your beauty but quickly lost interest after she heard how you behaved.

As long as you won't insult him and his precious jambalaya you're good!

༉‧ა°. Vox:

I have absolutely no idea how y'all met. Pheraps you met at a local bar? Or you just bumped into him at the streets? Or are you Valentinos new doll to play with?

Doesn't matter.

I think that he wouldn't love you but he wouldn't hate you too..?Sometimes it just really annoys him how immature you are. (but he is so capitalised by your beauty too)

I can imagine him coming back to the studio, overworked and tired after a fight with alastor and you'd be just throwing those comments at him:

"You should've cut his dick off"

"You could've smashed his precious radio"

"why didn't you cut his legs off?"

And he would be just staring at you. Respectfully shut the fuck up.

Other then the fact that you're annoying him a bit. You're good!

[hexgaywire]

hey :}

could i please get luxiem hcs (separately) to their s/o having a different luxiem oshi? sfw or nsfw is okay :)

for example: dating vox but mysta is their oshi

thank you in advance! 🩷

Of course!

»»————-　☾　————-««

"Luxiem's S/O With Different Oshis Headcannons"

Ft. Vox, Luca, Mysta, Shu, and Ike

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mysta in Nijisanji still if that bothers you.

»»————-　☾　————-««

Vox and you have been dating a bit

You found his voice to be familiar when you first started dating but you couldn't quite understand why

That was until he told you he was a streamer

It all clicked

You're familiar with the company he's associated with!!!

He smugly asks you who your oshi is

You pause

It's Luca, it's been Luca since you discovered Nijisanji

The smile slips from his face when you tell him about Luca

"Does this count as cheating? This feels like cheating?"

"Vox you know I love you right?"

"No why don't I call Luca and you can tell him that."

He gets all pouty

You try to console him

You really do

But the big baby is persistent

"So why Luca?"

"Vox honey, I really don't think this is a rabbit hole I wanna go down."

"It's his muscles huh? It's gotta be."

You sigh ultimately wrapping your arms around your pouty partner

"I love you Vox, that's all that should matter."

You kiss him softly and he gives in and kisses you back.

"For the record though I did watch you too."

"Did!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DID?"

»»————-　☾　————-««

The second you find out your boyfriend Luca is in Luxiem you realize it all makes sense

You knew he was a streamer but the fact that he was always traveling and had a nice apartment

You didn't realize he was a corporate vtuber

One night he asks you the question

"Have you ever watched any of my content?"

You don't want to... Sacre him away?

"A bit."

"I'm your oshi then yeah?"

Shit

"Luca I don't think that's really important right no-"

He looks almost horrified

"Is it... Is it someone else?"

He sniffs in feigning heartbroken

"Shu..." You mumble. "I watch Shu."

You study him as his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water

"I can't believe my own partner doesn't watch my content!"

He wails

"I never said that, you asked who my oshi was!"

You point and accusatory finger at him

Luca is jealous for all of ten minutes

Once he comes down he admits that Shu is very entertaining to watch

Forgives you but only if you promise to watch him more

»»————-　☾　————-««

Mysta lets it slip early in your relationship that he's a part of Luxiem

He was actually freaking out about missing a date bc of stream

It just sorta happened

Anyway months later Mysta asked you the question while you wash dishes from dinner.

"Hey babe, I know you watch Luxiem so who's your oshi just out of curiosity."

"Vox probably."

You say nonchalantly

"VOX!? Seriously!? The other British one, I see you have a type I suppose."

He's obviously pouting

"I watch you too!"

You turn to defend yourself.

"Nope it's not the same. Cannot accept this betrayal."

You drop the dishes to console him

He of course milks this for as long as he can

Eventually he folds when you kiss his forehead and tell him how much you care about him

Only then of course bc he's a diva

»»————-　☾　————-««

Shu doesn't really disclose his streaming career until much later in your relationship

You kinda found out way before he opened up to you

But to respect his privacy you never brought it up

"I'm a part of Luxiem."

"Shu I know."

"Oh. Well, okay now you double know."

You chat a bit about behind the scenes stuff

Before he asks the big one

"So who's your oshi? Who do you watch the most."

You laugh

You don't mean to

The way you found out Shu was in Luxiem was a collab between him and Mysta.

"It's Mysta.. that's actually how I found out you were in Luxiem."

He pauses

"So not me?"

"Not you."

"I see. I can understand why you like Mysta he's really funny."

Shu's actually really cool about the whole thing

Because that's just how Shu is

»»————-　☾　————-««

Similarly to Shu Ike is very modest when it comes to telling you he's a vtuber and apart of Luxiem

When he does tell you he's very nervous

"So what do you think about all this?"

"I think it's cool. I guess I should also admit I kinda know who you are."

Ike is dumbstruck

"Really? You know Luxiem and stuff too!?"

"Well acquainted actually, one of my Oshis are in Luxiem."

"Who!?"

Ike asks intrigued

"It's Vox."

Your sheepish

Ike smiles

Similarly to Shu he's super chill with it.

"I also love Vox's content so I can't blame you for having good taste."

»»————-　☾　————-««

Sorry this is so short! My requests are still open

[nunalastor]

HAPPY MER-MAY!

Have a mermaid AU bc ilu

Charlie grew up fascinated by the ocean because of her dad, who used to be a passionate marine biologist working for a famous and well-funded research center. However, something happened that gave Lucifer a fear of the ocean and the creatures living in it. Charlie loves to visit the aquarium/research center where he used to work with her girlfriend and dreams of someday following in his footsteps, despite Lucifer's reservations.

There's one guy at the aquarium whose guts Charlie absolutely hates; Adam, a guy who as far as she's concerned, has no business working with marine life because he keeps smugly going on about 'monsters' that live in the ocean and how a little girl like her would be swallowed up by the ocean in a second. One of his smug remarks gives Charlie the impression that there's something... off happening away from prying eyes at the aquarium. So she convinces Vaggie to sneak in after hours and find out what. And that's when they find the monsters; the merfolk.

Alastor.

The scientists at the aquarium see all merfolk as violent, dangerous creatures who hate mankind and need to be researched - primarily via vivisection - and have their population strictly maintained. Charlie's heart breaks at the sight of Alastor's body covered in scars from the experiments that the scientists have been performing on him. And it becomes immediately clear to her and to Vaggie that he's not just an animal with a somewhat human-like appearance. He's very obvious sentient, even if he can't communicate with them the way they're used to. But he does manage to convince Charlie and Vaggie to bring him a few items from some of the other tanks; pieces of specific types of coral, some rare species of fish and weird sea life, an oyster with a pearl forming in it. Vaggie and Charlie just think he wants some little trinkets or things to remind him of home. What Alastor really needs are ingredients for a spell.

Suddenly Vaggie and Charlie are scrambling to pull a naked man out of the tank before security makes its rounds. They make a clumsy, reckless, frazzled escape with Alastor in tow and Charlie does the only thing she can think to do.

She brings the mute, naked man (he's wrapped in a tarp) to her dad.

-Alastor's tail is like a betta's, with deep black and vibrant red scales. It's dirty and tattered when Charlie and Vaggie find him, however.

-Dunno how/if Vox would fit into the AU yet but he's definitely some sort of electric eel, and definitely still keeps pet sharks. I just really really really like the mental image of his sparky electric eel form and so I had to mention it.

-Alastor is a sea witch. He was captured by Adam while trying to sink one of the researchers' ships and only survived because Sera wanted to study him. He's extremely mistrustful of humans and only plans to use Charlie and Vaggie until he can recover enough to get his revenge on the researchers who captured him.

-Alastor will definitely still eat humans, given a chance.

-Lucifer believes Lilith was killed by a merfolk (Roo) but in truth she was one. Like Alastor, she was a sea witch who used magic to take on a human form. When Roo came hunting after her and her hybrid child, Lilith returned to the ocean to deal with the threat.

-Charlie is a hybrid, but thanks to Lilith's magic she remained mostly human throughout her life. Alastor soon realizes there are spells on her keeping her human and starts working to undo them.

-Charlie tells Lucifer outright what Alastor is and how she and Vaggie found him, and Lucifer doesn't exactly hide the fact that he used to work for the same research center that was torturing Alastor. So they start out pretty mistrustful of and hostile towards one another. However, Lucifer still won't hand Alastor back over to Adam and Sera, which is why Alastor decides not to kill and eat him yet.

-Alastor doesn't have human vocal chords, so while he can understand humans when they speak to them, he can't respond. He can, however, exert some control over the electromagnetic spectrum. Radio waves. He uses this to project sounds through an antique radio in order to 'talk' to everyone.

👀

[prince-liest]

I just wanna gush bc omg I love the 666 series so much. I think it made me realize I might be... furry-ish? adjacent? I just find it so satisfying how you go into detail about the unique body features of both of them, the way it feels to have deer ears or kiss a TV and just generally how much thought is put into the way their bodies work, and I've realized that my interest in that kind of idea is a pretty good reason to partake in more explicitly furry media lmao. Anyways

I'm also really in love with how you maintain the balance of each of their personality traits. Vox is simultaneously so pathetic and cringefail (also your dialogue for him is perfect, I can hear it crystal clear in my head) but also he has vastly more emotional intelligence than Alastor, no doubt at least in part because he has to deal with Val, and he's able to marginally calm down with his obsession to deal with sticky situations, but even then he still retains his personality and bumbles things sometimes because of the flaws in said personality! It's great. I also really appreciate the balance you've struck with Alastor, I feel like often Alastor is either written to either soften up so immediately that it feels disconnected from his character or is written overly mean and heartless for my liking and the way you've written him is such a delicious balance between softer aspects such as the prey instincts or moments of vulnerability and his untouchable and manipulative self, and also the way this side of him is neither written as wholly a front or wholly his real nature and the complex ways this makes him struggle with his increasing vulnerability. TL;DR arghgr your characterization is so good it makes me go a little feral

Also while I'm here, I'm curious whether you can give an answer to the degree to which Alastor is touch-averse. There's obviously a lot of ways in which he fundamentally dislikes touch but it also seems like there's at least some kinds of touch where he doesn't dislike the touch itself so much as he's afraid of the way it brings about feelings of caring and/or enjoyment being cared for. I'm curious how much, in general, you would say his touch aversion comes from either cause and possibly what kinds of touch do/don't provoke those flavors of aversion

Omg, what a lovely ask to receive. Honestly, everything you said that you enjoy about how I characterize these two is very much what I've been actively gunning for, so it's an absolute delight to see it outlined back to me. Success!!! Thank you so much!

And ahaha - I'm not a furry but I fucking love inhuman characters. Being raised in the pits of Homestuck fantroll RP made me enjoy the whole "they're bug/fish aliens" thing and it definitely rears its head again any time I encounter characters with inhuman qualities. I love writing Vox's TV/computer-ness and Alastor's deer and radio bits, and integrating them into who they now are as people.

As for Alastor's touch-aversion: It's funny that you ask about this, because the next chapter of 666 is going to dive into it a bit. Specifically into the fact that it's not, like, a set of boundaries that is consistently defined, and I write him that way on purpose. The very first time he and Vox sleep together, Alastor bottoms. He becomes significantly less amenable to touch after he goes through an uncomfortable rut cycle that gets sexual. By the time Vox convinces Alastor to fuck him, Alastor would never let Vox do that again and frankly only agrees to topping because Vox gave him an option that didn't involve getting his dick out. Then in the next episode, they're having clothes-off sexual contact. So, what gives?

Things that play into Alastor's willingness to touch and be touched as far as Vox is concerned:

How does he see Vox at that point in time? Disgustingly entitled (ew)? Hilariously beneath him (haha who cares)?

Does he care about what Vox thinks of him? Does Vox touching him draw his attention to positive or negative assumptions he has about Vox's perspective on doing so?

What value has he attached to this particular touch in the power balance of their relationship? Is he humoring Vox? Does he assume Vox thinks he's owed this? Does he perceive it as something Vox is genuinely doing for him?

Has he tried this particular kind of touch before? He's pretty willing to experiment, but that doesn't mean he'll do something twice without a compelling reason if he didn't like it the first time.

Is he getting off on this situation sexually? If so, is it fully willing (read: not a byproduct of uncomfortable hormones) on his part? That only really happens when he's in a submissive role and Vox is hitting a few very specific kinks, a major one of which is basically CNC tilted 30 degrees to the left.

Is he enjoying the touch in platonic ways? How does he feel about that? Is it a vulnerability to want something? Is it feeding his ego to be catered to? Is he worried that what he enjoys platonically is being read into in ways he doesn't like?

Is he fucking drunk? Things that bother you when sober often seem like a non-issue when you're not, both on a physical and emotional level.

How much touching has been happening recently? Has he hit his limit? Did he deliberately put himself into a situation earlier to have his limit be hit and surpassed, and now he's in the aftermath?

He does have a certain fundamental purely physical dislike of touch, but it's something that is really affected by how he perceives each individual situation as well as his relationship with Vox at that time, and his previous experiences!

[ithazbingreat8d]

I absolutly live ur 2p au !!!

Can we know what things are like in this au? Have Al and Vox partnered up to make a broadcast, like an overlord duo? Do the Vees still exist too?

I'm not really great at explaining things but I'll deliver to it anyways!! I won't much go more into deeper details yet since I have to know more about Vox and Alastor's relationship on season 2 but Ill play things out in the near future. To answer your question, yeah! they pretty much get along, even outside broadcasting work, they pretty much close and hang out a lot. My concept where like, "What if they are close friends or they work together". Boom this AU existed!

They started off small, probably some few collaborative broadcast until they got a big hit you know? I'd like to think that they have their own fair share controlling all over the city. Some think they do this by power but technically yeah however its for their own benefit to protect themselves, they wanted a place that they can freely roam on. They are very cautious of handling things because of it. Little fact: Not only they be spreading news, they have a special segment every weekends where they talk about their opinions, interviews. Just like a talk show or podcast somehow. They are known to be annoying for some overlords but they rather let them be, since they can be more advantage for spreading and promoting. They may be the sweetest and realest mfs you know but they can be manipulative and won't hesitate to destroy someone's life in private and just shove it off under the rug, acting like nothing happened. Their enemies will be ended up be killed off or be spared yet still scared of them, either they are working under their wings or just hide.

As for the rest of the Vees, I haven't design them or build them up (I will in the future if I have some time) but in my concept yeah, they existed. Val and Vel eventually join these two willingly. If I were to describe their relationship in an analogy, it was like a symbiotic relationship between sharks and remora fishes. Now they become the capital of entertainment in hell, just vibing and spreading their influence lol

[katthyacinth]

Voxs "Buisness Meeting"

Vox asks the reader to meet him purely to discuss her contract and "business" but we all know that ain't true.

A day after your music video shoot with vox tek and brief encounter with the overlord himself you get a message from your assistant.

-Ma'am Mr. Voxs assistant has informed me your meeting with Vox has been finalized for Thursday 7pm. Ok then thanks Nessi!-

Your heartbeat sped up as you read the text it was nerve racking to say the least. this was the CEO of the company you worked for and one of the most powerful overlords who last time you spoke he casually mentioned he killed the camera guy who made you have to do the reshoot in the first place.

Quite frankly you were scared, scared of the powerful man he was you weren't afraid to admit that. However a thought you were afraid to have was to think about the way he had towered over you, the claustrophobic yet comforting feeling when he walked you onto set. Unlike your horrible ex, you felt safer when you felt the electric buzz radiating from his body. You stop your thoughts and sit up. Preparing yourself mentally for Voxs business meeting.

Vox stood in the penthouse looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows over the Vees empire. He was the most powerful person in hell but why did hesitation flash in his mind when he thought about you. He could control everything and everyone in hell but you. You refused a soul contract you were free, and you couldn't be controlled in fact, he thought you might have some demon power to control others like he did. That didn't frighten him though because he was still an overlord and you were still nothing, right?

The elevator bell dinged and he watched as you walked out. The outfit you had on shared a similar shade of blue to that of his own, he wondered if you did it on purpose. Of course, you couldn't have, right? He needed to get out of his head he was the one with the power.

"Ah siren lovely to see you please sit." He gestures as he walks over to the living area of the penthouse.

You both sit and you staighten your back in anticipation, hands in your lap, as you nervously wait for him to speak.

"Now because your contract with Velvet isn't soul binding I have some things I would like to discuss. " his voice was low, there was no more sickly sweet tone to it only a slight sinister sound.

"I want to make sure you wont betray us, or leave us, I mean why would you want to right? we have given you everything, You can trust us" as he spoke his eye changed, his pupil became a red and black swirl and odd color as you looked at it quizicly.

"I mean of course? So does that mean you have more stuff you want me to sign?" you ask confused. His expression glitches for a second as he clears his throat taken aback for some reason.

Nothing Happened

"close my dear, I want collatoral. Tell me a secret. Or give me something that means much to you." he regains his composure smirking.

"ah so blackmail?" you raise your eyebrow scoffing slightly.

"this is hell my dear" he responds as you ponder for a moment. You then smile sadly after some time leaning forward to whisper something to him. The proximity makes him shiver slightly. As you finish speaking he smiles, a chesire cat grin.

"That will do doll pleasure doing buisness." he clears his throat his usual chipper demenour returning. "now then I don't think I would be a good host if I didn't offer. The chefs are cooking dinner, care to stay?"

He was esstatic that you agreed. he needed to fish out more info on you no matter what especially after that secret you told him. You had him hook line and sinker you didn't even know. He needed everything there was to know about you.

Unfortunatly he got very little. You spend a tense hour long dinner with the most powerful overlord in the pentagram as you hollowly laugh at his banter. He talks of his company, success overall just himself in an attempt to get some reaction out of you until you finally bid your farewell. When the elevator door finally closes both of you take a sigh. Vox sits back down in the penthouse. Why didn't his hypnosis work? The secret you told him, was that really even true? Who were you really? The chill he felt when you had gotten close to him" He rubbed his temples in frustration at the thought.

You breathe a sigh of relief as the elevator desends back to the lobby. That man, he was indeed quite strange. A million questions swim in your head too, questions that can wait for another day. As you slouch back into the car you cant help but feel your being watched. A feeling that you brush off to deal with another day. Its probably nothing right?

You trust everythings ok

Pt 5 pt 7

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Hey, sorry to trouble you. Unsure of your time zone so i hope this is sent at a good time! (Sorry if it isn't!)

Could you maybe do something with Vox and a Reader who saves him from a surprise attack via a Sinner or Angel?

Kinda the Reader just like 'Oh sorry i got blood on you. Glad you're okay.' With Vox unsure if he wants this person under contact or to kiss them. Or do whatever go nuts!

(I have no idea what timezone I’m in tbh, I’m too lazy to check. As I’m posting this it is 10:50 AM where I live, if that helps anyone. No worries, though! I love answering all your asks and writing out posts based on your requests!)

“Walking downtown, avoiding the paparazzi…” Vox muttered to himself. He’d really done it this time. He was trying to avoid being out of the Vee tower for too long, but he’d taken a detour with almost no Voxtek cameras. Now he couldn’t teleport. It made him uneasy. “God fucking damnit…”

“Stop right there, bitch,” a sinner demon said, pointing a gun at him. Vox froze, but not out of fear. He was surprised first, that a sinner demon would try to hurt an Overlord. This one must be new, or arrogant. But as he looked at the gun, he couldn’t help the tidal wave of emotions that over came him, all memories of compromising situations- similar situations- he’d been in when he was alive. “That’s right, now… put your hands where I can see them.”

Vox absentmindedly complied, still partially reliving every single time he’d had a gun pointed at him before. Every wound he’d received, every bullet he’d had to fish out of his own flesh.

“Good, now-”

The sinner demon was cut off brutally. With an axe. To its neck. Its head came off with ease and you stood behind it, looking surprised. Vox’s eyes widened. Now he was vaguely afraid.

“Oh. I didn’t expect it to be so… fragile,” you said, nudging the corpse of the demon lightly. “Huh. Well, in any case…” you looked up to Vox, an apologetic look on your face. “Sorry about that. Did I get any blood on your suit? I can cover the expenses.”

“I… uh,” Vox was speechless. He’d just frozen up in front of a lowlife sinner demon and had been saved by another, who was now apologizing to him. What the fuck. Something had to be wrong with him, especially with these weird feelings he had in his chest. Felt all fluttery and stupid like butterflies. “My suit is fine. I narrowly avoided the splash zone, I think. Thank you for your offer.”

“Of course! Not a problem,” you said with a smile. Vox noticed you hadn’t stepped any closer to him, you’d kept your distance. But you’d put your axe away. You knew who he was and how dangerous he was, how defenseless you were in comparison, but you were still talking to him. Did you feel superior to him just because you’d saved him? No, that couldn’t be it… you seemed so… genuine. “Seedy part of town for a business man like yourself to be in. I’m guessing the paparazzi were a nightmare today?”

“Oh absolutely,” Vox said with a grin. He was quickly regaining his confident demeanor. “It was absolute torture at that interview! Ah, but don’t tell anyone I said that. It wouldn’t be good for my image. I’m sure you can keep a secret,” he said, linking his arm in yours and walking with you. This was a test.

“Definitely,” you said, with a small laugh. “It’d be far more embarrassing for me, anyway. I mean, the fact I interrupted your walk through town? With murder, no less! That was quite rude of me.” You smiled, carefree and lighthearted as he walked you away. You didn’t even know where he was taking you, but you were still so upbeat. “No worries. If you don’t tell anyone about that little incident back there, I won’t say a word about your occasional distaste for public attention.”

“Wonderful! Sounds like a deal, then,” Vox said, looking down at you. He was pleased with how this whole thing had gone. You hadn’t even seen him as weak for freezing up in front of that other sinner demon! You probably thought he was annoyed or planning to kill the demon himself. His image was safe, you didn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how vulnerable he’d been in the moment back there. “Say, how about we make another, more official deal? Something with some actual benefits.”

“Really?” You asked, looking surprised. “I mean, I don’t have much to offer. We only just met and-”

“And you’ve piqued my interest, dear,” he said with a smile. He held your arm tighter, more protectively. Whether you agreed to anything or not, he’d be keeping you around. “I have a feeling we’ll get to know each other very well.”

[certifieddorianandcassiansimp]

Vox’s story

this is for @g0dwat3r, couldn’t find the original post to add to it, but here’s your Vox story.

word count: 352

      It was a long day for Vox. While it wasn’t unusual for the days at the studio to be endless, today was different. His devices across Hell were still having problems after the public encounter with Alastor, so he couldn’t distract himself with menial tasks. He sighed as it was time to lock up now. He didn’t have anyone to pester, as Velvette and Val were busy doing who knows what. So he thought he’d go to his quietest friend's home. As he walked up to the half-submerged ballroom-sized room in his mansion, he produced a key from his pocket and entered. 

   “Vark?” Vox called out, looking for the abnormal shark. The shark didn't always have to be in water, in fact he could survive on land despite having gills, but he preferred the water. So Vox sat on the edge of the tank and removed his boots, rolling up his pants where he made sure the wires there were waterproof. He put his feet in the water and called again, a fish from a cooler nearby in hand. 

  “Vark! I’ve got food.” He called again, then a large form appeared, swimming fast towards the surface. Vox, ready for his antics grabbed the umbrella and opened it to protect his face from the wave of water as he jumped out to the tank and nabbed the fish from the air, landing next to Vox. Despite the threat to his circuitry, he laughed. “Hello to you too.” He reached over and patted his head. Vark leaned into it, licking at Vox’s fingers while swiping his hat. Vox let out a false gasp and grabbed for his hat that Vark had simply put on and stood. Being several heads taller than Vox, it was not an easy reach. 

   “You ass!” He laughed, reaching for the hat. “Give it back!” The shark did not in fact lean down to give his hat back, in fact, he strutted a circle around Vox tauntingly. The night stretched on until Vox finally forgot the horrors of his day and went to bed to be TV ready the next.

[zehecatl]

so, like, i don't think Alastor is actually as strong as we've been lead to believe?

first of, because i know what y'all are like- i'm not saying he isn't strong. the shield in the finale obviously requires some firepower (though i think you could make the case that the shield isn't just powered by him, but that's another post-) and he is an Overlord. but! i think he plays up his own power, and does A Lot of manipulation and scare tactics to seem even more powerful than he actually is. after all, why bother fighting battles when you can scare off most of the competition?

now, obviously the biggest thing here is the finale. Adam trounces him, and does so easily. even doing their fight, Alastor doesn't actually hurt Adam. there's no direct clash of power up until Adam beats his ass in two hits

but, Adam is also the leader of the exorcists, and the first man. of course he'd be strong. but i do think it's a hit to this image Alastor loves to put on, of being this untouchable horror that could easily overtake Hell, if he so desired

secondly, Valentino's comment to Vox

now, if Alastor actually beat Vox, there is not a single doubt in my mind that Valentino would lord that shit over Vox. he would, absolutely, bring it up. so the fact that he says almost is noticeable. it means that Alastor and Vox was most likely on equal footing, if not outright pointing at Vox as the stronger opponent. because if Alastor didn't beat Vox, it either means a draw, or that Vox beat Alastor

and you can even see this in their duet. Alastor doesn't beat Vox- Vox beats himself. Vox crashes through his own inability to control his emotions, which, again- Alastor manipulates. he's playing Vox like a fucking fiddle, and that's super cool and impressive, sure, but that's not pure strength

and this goes hand in hand with how the Overlords (and the general public) views Alastor

people are not scared of Alastor. not the general public, not the Overlords. in episode 3, when people are 'afraid of him', it's not Alastor they're afraid of- it's Zestial

(i'm not going to spam a bunch of caps here, but it's pretty easy to glean if you look close- the background characters look at Zestial, and it's not until Zestial shows up that we get this whole 'everyone is afraid' bit. and we had plenty of time to showcase them being afraid of Alastor, but they didn't)

even Alastor himself is shaken to see Zestial, if only momentarily. and during the meeting, sure, Camilla is surprised to see Alastor, but she's not scared, and when he teases at where he might have been, she doesn't care

and neither does anyone else. Alastor is an Overlord, yes, and he's powerful, yes, but he's not- noticeably so. he's not a big threat to any of them, and that's goes so against the front he's putting on. Alastor wants to be powerful. he needs to be powerful. and it's not that he isn't, he's still very much an Overlord, but he's just- he's not a particular big fish in this pond

and lastly, i think it's extremely interesting that, out of everyone, it's Mimzy we hear the whole Radio Demon story from

it's not particularly noticeable that Angel didn't know about him, because he didn't in the pilot either, but it's like. Mimzy? we're getting this story from Mimzy?

not Pentious, or even Husk, or anyone else. plus, the way its set up...

it reads less like a true story, and more like a scary story you'd tell around a campfire or some shit- and it's not that i think she's lying, because i don't, but it's. interesting

Angel and Pentious is shocked when Mimzy finished her story, which means this story is new to them. Pentious didn't know about it, and he's been attacking Alastor pretty consistently since Alastor got back. which kind of leads me to believe that Alastor doesn't... really have a reputation? at least not one that's widespread

see, the thing is, sure- Alastor's been gone seven years. but that's not that long of a time for a really terrifying Overlord to be forgotten about- and no one reacts to him. there's no scene in the duet where people are terrified of the Radio Demon being back, no later scene to showcase the fear he inspires. there's nothing

and yeah, Alastor is a terrifying presence. he plays into it so very well

but all of this... i don't think Alastor has as much power as he likes to pretend he does, especially not before he disappeared. i don't think he's as big of a deal as he makes himself out to be, and that's fascinating to me

because it makes me wonder... what did he make a deal for?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Deadweight pt6? I'm really curious to see where it goes!

⚠️Probs some inaccurate bits of the show cuz I have the memory of a fish ⚠️

It seemed as of late that something was definitely odd with Grog. You tired to bury your worry concerning the sword possessing extremely dark magic strapped to the Goliath’s broad back; However you found yourself giving a rats arse about your groups well-beings.

Ever since snagging it in the aftermath of your fight with the Briarwoods, Grog had only seemed to become more and more secretive with the rest of vox machina about it’s dark benefits in exchange for the blood of enemy blood.

It also didn’t help that Grog has absolutely zero subtlety when it came to the matter either.

He grew paranoid, looking over his shoulder whenever the sword would speak to him so when your eyes did meet his one day, he stood so straight you almost thought he might’ve possibly broke his back with the force behind his change of posture before he would loudly exclaim;

“I’ve got to take a shit.” Before bolting off elsewhere.

“He’s acting rather…odd.” Pike said but decided to shrug it off as soon as she said the words, not wanting to think more of it despite it being the only thing on her mind currently.

“I’d suggest keeping a close eye on him Pike, that sword is bad news, it’s corrupting him.” You said, just about ready to move away after sparing your two cents on the matter, uncaring if your warning would go heeded as from here on out, the fault would be hers and hers alone. Only to be stopped when the Gnome cleric wanted to further the conversation. “What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have to explain everything to you Pike, need you forget whom that Sword once belonged to.” Was all you allowed yourself to say before leaving the Gnome for a more secluded area.

You took respite near a pound that laid in a clearing within the woods not too far off from you set up camp. You sat yourself down near the edge of the pond, watching as fish swam, tadpoles were growing into their next stages of evolution and water lilies blossomed forth from it’s watery cocoon like a newborn butterfly.

It was certainly what you needed right now as the visions has gotten more frequent and occurring whenever you dared to take up the risk of attempting any form of sleep. So as you leant forward to get a better look at a particularly beautifully scaled fish swim by, you caught sight of your reflection and found yourself feeling from the pond; Pressing yourself against a tree trunk as a hand clasped at your armour clad chest, whilst you tried to regain breath from seeing that decaying, zombie-ish form your face took whenever you looked at yourself in anything reflective.

“I’d thought I could deal with these shitty jump scares overtime but I guess the fuck not.” You hissed to no one in particular as you let your eyes closed for a second though not before having to force them open again when you heard the cawing of a raven from way above in the treetops.

The raven, once it knew it had your attention, cocked its head towards the direction of your camp sight and you knew that the time to move had already came. So with a forced bow, you said; “as you wish my lady, time is of the essence and none it shall be spent I assure you.” The raven seeming pleased with your answer, flew away, leaving you to regroup with the rest of vox machina.

“We’re close to the next vestige if our information is anything to go by.” Percy said once you joined his side. “Then why are still standing here like a bunch of twats?” You asked, doing a headcount of everyone before coming across the glaring fact that a certain Goliath has yet to return from taking a shit.

“Grog still hasn’t came back from his shit.” Percy confirmed your thoughts which made you chuckle at how someone as smart as him was so easily duped, which made the gunslinger raise a brow at you. “I warned Pike about that damn sword, if you want to know why I find his excuse less then convincing, go ask her. I ain’t your damn parrot.” You said before adding in that you were going to go pack up your stuff for the travel. Percy could only sigh, running his hands down his face.

Soon enough you and the rest of vox machina made your way to the location of your next vestige; the sword knowing as Mythcarver. However it laid deep within a monolith looking structure that rose towards the sky like an proud pyramid that matched the one you saw within your vision upon first receiving your vestige.

Once inside the monolith like structure, you were greeted by Osisa’s mate would told you to choose between wounding him-a being who has never been hurt in his lifetime- or face a horde of a hundred monsters.

“100 monsters sound fucking sick!” Grog exclaimed.

“Or we could wound this mother fucker and make history.” Scanlan counters.

“Tell me Scanlan, how exactly do you propose we find a way that can injure a being who’s never been hurt before in his entire life?” You retorted before shrugging your shoulders, “it sounds pretty cool but unfortunately it’s not going to be as historic as you make it out or be because,” you stop to wave your hands rapidly at the vast cold emptiness surrounding you, “there are no fucking historians to document this!” You added.

“Oh contrer my dear death blossom,” Scanlan cooed, “for you’ve got yourself a historian right here.” He says as he points to himself.

“Since when do bards constitute as historians?” You replied blankly.

“Since we’ve learnt to pick up a lute and learnt the art of story telling, baby.” Scanlan said.

“Alright that’s enough out of the pair of you,” Vex intervenes but as she was about to place her hand on your shoulder, you were quick to jerk away as though her touch would burn you even through the armour; therefore missing the hurt that flashed across her eyes and the smile slip off of Scanlan’s lips when he realised that the fun was ruined.

They both knew it was too good to be true to believe that you were finally staring to warm up to them. They knew they were naïve to think that a little bit of banter was going to change your mindset of them, to think that after your revival they could have a fresh start with you. Unfortunately for them, your revival only seemed have the reverse effect.

They just wanted you to come home to them but to you it seemed that the home they speak of was empty, cold and barren of any love for you.

The fight against Osisa’s mate wasn’t without it’s pros and cons;

Cons; you, Grog, Keyleth, Pike, Vex, Vax and Percy had all tried but all failed to even lay a scratch on the Sphynx in your attempts to wound him. Therefore finding yourselves falling into the endless void.

Pros: Scanlan defeated him with the power of emotional damage through a song made up on the spot about missing Osisa.

With Mythcarver now within your possession and with the location of the next Vestige revealed to Scanlan as within the Fey Realm. You were all just about as happy and as hopeful with the recent success rate of your collecting of vestiges which began to build confidence confidence in one day defeating the chroma conclave and restoring Tal’dorei back to it’s origin. However all of this hope was disrupted by the rude appearance of Umbrasyl.

“What’s this fucker doing here!” You roared as the dragon swooped Scanlan off his feet and took off into the air with Osisa’s mate hot on his scaled rear.

“Someone must’ve gave him an anonymous tip about the vestiges.” Percy said.

“They’re fucking dragons! What do they need the vestiges for!” You cried out, already envisioning how fucking stupid the chroma conclave looked trying to wield weapons made for the usage of beings far smaller then they.

“That’s a question we want answered right now.” Vax butted in as you all tried your damned hardest to rescue Scanlan. Only for it to be for nothing as Osisa’s mate died saving Scanlan from a deathly fall; All the while Umbrasyl managed to snag Mythcarver with his tail.

You were right, the petite sword looked fucking ridiculous held in the dragons tail that you almost could’ve laughed had your mind not be so transfixed on what this could potentially mean for all of you.

Things only went from bad to worse as Grog tried to hold off Umbrasyl whilst Keyleth readied the teleportation spell that would take you to the home of your next vestige. You could but only watch as with every incision Grog made on the dragon did the cursed sword grow bigger and the Goliath’s fighting style grew more and more violent and feral.

It all came to a climax when you were forced to watch as Pike was stabbed through the armoured abdomen by a distraught Grog. You had a sick feeling within your stomach at the sight of the Cerlic Gnome with a sword through her by the hands of her friend no less but you knew Grog was just as sick to his stomach as you were.

You couldn’t move, you were frozen to the floor. All you could do was scream as the teleportation spell had already been put into effect and began whooshing you, Vex, Vax, Keyleth and Percy off and away from Grog, Scanlan and Pike.

“No!!”

When you finally landed, you took immediate notice that you were on your own.

Percy, Vax, vex and Keyleth were nowhere to be found and you were for the first time since dying; scared.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Surgery

author's note: part two of cedric's saga. First. Next.

tagged: @egrets-not-regrets

Summary: Cedric is able to save an older brother… At a cost

If Cedric and his squad had been on their own, they would have been able to run to the extraction point within a handful of minutes under ideal circumstances. Being shot at and shooting xenos and their foul bewitched bug-monstrosities and having to keep nearly a dozen injured civilians together had slowed them down considerably.

Still, the sounds of additional bolter fire, and the righteous shouting of their older brothers were indeed blessed to hear as the six young Astartes and their civilian charges finally made it to the extraction point several tense hours later. Dovos was the one to call out to the older brother via Vox, and several older brothers broke off from the main fighting force to aid them in escorting the exhausted and injured civilians to the make-shift fortification. 

The brother-captain leading the group of elder brothers focused immediately on Cedric "Good, you've got an apothecary with you. Have you been cleared for surgical procedures yet?"

Oh no. That's... Not the best thing to be asked, upon immediately reporting with injured civilians he'd barely been able to patch up "Yes sir. I wouldn't have the full apothecary gear on if I wasn't fully qualified."

"Good. Several of our Interceptors took shrapnel damage that pierced through their armor, and we need all the skilled hands we can find to fish out the shrapnel and stitch them back together. Amadeus, take the kid to the triage area. Buske, lead the civilians to the waiting point for pick-up." The Brother-captain ordered before turning on his heel and heading into the make-shift fortification.

Cedric obediently followed behind the brother captain, trying to shake off the growing worry in his hearts. God-Emperor willing, he will prove that the qualifications he's recently earned are well-placed.

~

He was shown to the surgery area. Cedric couldn't guess what the large room had once been used for, but he moved swiftly over to the hand-washing station and scrubbed up thoroughly, as he had been taught. Hours of running civilians through blasted to bits landscape and shooting at filthy xenos had gotten him covered in mud, plant matter and god-emperor knew what all else. The last thing he wanted to do was to expose an injured brother to something he'd unintentionally picked up on this world. 

After he had scrubbed up, he donned the gloves, gown and mask before being directed to where he was needed most. Cedric's eyes widened in shock as the Black Templar Interceptor he'd been directed to perform surgery on was Brother-Captain Detrich - who had led the Black Templar Interceptors for the past four-hundred years in glorious combat against the enemies of the God-Emperor. He mentally shoved any emotions he was feeling deep down inside of him. It would not do to have trembling fingers while working on such an illustrious brother. 

Brother-Captain Detrich had been taken out of his armor and placed on one of the surgical tables. He was fighting the anesthetist, swatting half-heartedly at him with a growl "I am not going to be unconscious during this procedure. Stitch me up as best you can so I can return to the fight! Those knife-eared bastards killed my apprentice and I will avenge him before the day is done, you hear me?!" 

"... As you say, brother captain. But I must insist that you take some morpha at least, to take the edge of the pain away." Cedric offered as he looked the interceptor captain over, doing his best to keep his face neutral. The venerable captain had dozens of deep wounds all over his torso, and was bleeding steadily, despite his high healing factor. The fact that he had no exit wounds on his back meant that the shrapnel pieces were still inside the older Black Templar's body, likely causing more damage. "We will need to re-open several of these wounds in order to remove the shrapnel, sir."

"... You're the one who's going to be operating on me? Haha, very funny you giant toddler. Where's the real apothecary?" Detrich huffed, glowering up at Cedric.

Part of the Primaris Marine bristled at the implication that he wasn't a *true* apothecary... Though another part of him was nervous about operating on such a well-known - and irritable - older brother. But he had been ordered to operate on this brother, so that is what Cedric would do, barring being reassigned. "I have completed all of the qualifications necessary to become a full apothecary, sir. The others are currently working on other injured brothers, and it's likely that you will bleed out before another apothecary is ready to operate on you. Sir."

Detrich stared up at him from the table, a surly expression on the much-older brother's face before he gave Cedric a wry smile "You're a mouthy and stubborn little shit. Those are good qualities for an apothecary. It means you're less likely to allow your brothers into bullying you. Alright, I'll let you operate on me... But if I die on your table, I'm going to haunt you until you're embraced by the Emperor's light, you hear me, boy?"

Cedric wasn't a child, and he bristled a little at being called boy, but at least the cantankerous captain wasn't trying to fight treatment any longer "Understood, sir. Will you allow us to give you the correct dose of morpha, please? You will be able to seek holy vengeance once I have finished patching you up, but the pain reliever is used to help myself and the others tending to you properly work on your injuries, as it is to aid you in bearing the pain of your wounds."

"... Uuugh, fine." Captain Detrich grumbled, nodding reluctantly. The anesthetist breathed out a silent sigh of relief and mouthed a *thank you* to Cedric as they injected the pain-reliever into the still grumbling captain.

~

Cedric had successfully suppressed any emotions he felt about performing surgery on such a well-known older brother, his hands stone steady as he pulled out dozens of pieces of shrapnel. Most of the shrapnel were pieces of the captains' own ceramite armor, but some were from a xenos frag-grenade. While it had been so far a fairly tedious surgery (that required quite a bit of replacement blood to be dripped into the captain's veins via IV drip), there had been nothing too surprising or distressing... Up until the scanner that Cedric had been using to scan for pieces of shrapnel beeped again. Cedric set down the scanner and used several surgical instruments to peel back the layers of skin, fat and muscle, sucking in a breath, dismay breaking through his iron-clad grip over his hearts as they sunk down to his boots. "Fuck." Left his lips before he could stop himself. 

Nestled against the descending abdominal aorta was a very sharp piece of shrapnel. It had cut into the wall of the major artery, and the pressure was currently keeping Detrich from bleeding out. While the high healing factor granted to Astartes would normally make removal of such a piece somewhat risky but feasible under normal circumstances...  Cedric had been operating on captain Detrich for hours now, and the good captain was a rare blood type among Black Templars, and they were running low on compatible blood to transfuse into him. To make matters worse, the captain was known to be dangerously allergic to synthetic blood. Removing the piece of shrapnel would put the captain at risk for volumetric blood loss as he stitched the puncture of the aorta closed... Technically he could cauterize the wound, but Cedric would rather not resort to such blunt methods in such an area.

One of the other medical staff assisting him leaned over, asking "Why did - oh. I'll get brother-captain Amicus. I think you should work on getting the rest of the shrapnel out of captain Detrich's body."

Cedric nodded and did as he was told, monitoring that troublesome piece of shrapnel, as there was a chance it could suddenly shift, causing more problems.

~

Hours of surgery later found Cedric watching as the tech marines brought in an empty dreadnaught shell, his hearts once again beating from the bottom of his boots. Cedric had done the best that he could, but several of the pieces of shrapnel had pierced through the spine of captain Detrich, paralyzing the well-known and loved Brother-captain. There was much that the enhanced healing of a space marine could do to repair the damage done to their body, but the damned xenos had  coated their frag grenades in some insidious poison that had slowed his healing factor - which Cedric had not caught onto, busily removing dozens of pieces of shrapnel from his body. Given the captain's illustrious career, and the fact that they had a dreadnaught on hand that wasn't in use, the centuries old Astartes was to be entombed in the dreadnaught in order to continue serving the Imperium.

He had also sworn an oath of vengeance against the drukhari who had slain his apprentice as well, and no one wanted to try and stop brother-captain Detrich when he awoke from finding his most righteous of vengeance. Cedric took a couple of steps back as several older and much more experienced apothecaries prepared the Interceptor Brother-captain for Dreadnaught entombment. One of the medical serfs came up to him, saying quietly "Please follow me, my lord. There are other lords in need of medical aid, you are being diverted."

Cedric nodded, gathering up the emotions he could not allow himself to feel and once again shove them into a mental box. As confidently as he could manage, Cedric nodded and said "Show me to them."

"At once, my lord." The medical serf responded, doing as he'd asked. Cedric followed the serf to his next patient, changing his gloves and washing his hands, before working on this injured Brother - who's scarred face he didn't recognize, but he did know how to clean and debride the wounds inflicted upon this brother, wrapping his injuries before going to the next brother, and the next, and the next after that. He worked on injured Brothers - and the occasional civilian - until exhaustion made the young primaris marine stumble a step or two to the next brother. 

The stumble had been spotted by one of the other apothecaries, and he'd been ordered sternly to eat something and rest. He blinked, a dry ration bar in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. Mechanically he ate before falling asleep where he stood.

~

Waking up to the sound of the furious roaring of a dreadnaught was a deeply unpleasant experience. Cedric woke up with a startle, standing up and blinking as a blanket slid off of his body. Automatically he grabbed the blanket before it fell to the ground, folding it and setting it down neatly on the stack of boxes he'd been napping against. He headed into the surgical area, finding the furiously yelling dreadnaught.

It was brother-captain Detrich. 

*Fuck*.

"-ND I TOLD YOU FUCKERS THAT I NEVER WANTED TO GO INSIDE ONE OF THESE SHITTY METAL BOXES! WHERE IS THAT LITTLE FUCKER WHO PUT ME INSIDE OF THIS THING? I AM GOING TO KILL HIM FOR-" Brother-captain Detrich roared.

He was cut off by the Apothecary brother-captain "I was the one who led the team in entombing you in the contemptor dreadnaught, Detrich. The young apothecary who worked on your body until I made the decision to entomb you made no mistakes. It wasn't his fault that the shrapnel inside your body paralyzed you." 

"THE LITTLE SHIT SHOULD HAVE LET ME DIE ON THE TABLE! I DON'T WANT TO BE TRAPPED AND FEELING NOTHING FOR ALL ETERNITY!" Detrich bellowed back, still yelling.

"And leave your apprentice un-avenged?" One of the convalescing Interceptors asked, sitting up a little from the cot he was laying on "I heard you tell the kid that you'd haunt him forever if he let you die."

"..." Detrich didn't verbally respond, though he stopped resisting the tech marines as they checked over his new systems "Fine. I won't murder the little fucker for not letting me die gloriously. But don't expect me to thank any of you fuckers for this."

"None of us expected you to do that, Detrich. However, your systems are fully functional. Are you ready to spread His light and fury to the foul xenos who threaten this world?"

"Always! FOR THE EMPEROR!" And with that, the new dreadnaught charged off into battle.

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NOW I’ll get back to matchups and requests :D anyways here is her redesign and some more facts ugh she’s so mother

I wasn’t lying when I said she was a sweetie and nice, but she’s still in Hell and is (unfortunately) Val’s daughter so she does have the tendency to try and manipulate things her way

Not that she’s a manipulator but she will take an opportunity if she sees one

Pretty privilege to max she will use it if she needs something (she feels guilty on the inside, but only whines and complains to Velvette or the models about it); often seems like she’s fishing but she doesn’t like how easy it is sometimes

As much as she is a photographer, she will be a model occasionally! Not often, but she will stand in if needed

She ended up being a big snacker when she was alive because she was a caffeine addict so she never truly felt hungry (that did translate into death and it got so much worse. This girl has not had a drop of water in DECADES so girl is dehydrated and rarely eats)

She actually like Alastor. She finds him “an interesting creature” and wants to know more about him than just the true crime case she’s heard about (Vox hates that she is acquaintances with him but he’s just a jealous bitch cause only one out of the 4 of the them got to keep contact with that weird deer)

Okay a rewrite though is that her soul isn’t owned, BUT that doesn’t mean she didn’t make a deal. Her and Velvette made an agreement that they’re both binded too.

She does have a couple souls under her belt but they’re just workers for her

Her sweetness really fucks with people because they think she’s using them (she’s not, but she won’t be upset if she can get something)

Val and her twin in being a bit ditzy 😅 she’s not dumb, certainly has more brain cells than Val, but she is occasionally a bit slow

She doesn’t utilize all 4 of her hands like Angel or Val and that’s because she completely forgets that she has them (as if it’s not extra weight there) but when she remembers she uses them to just hold her phone or purse

I think I mentioned she had shit sight and it’s still true, she refuses to wear glasses (she wants to differentiate herself from her father as much as she can so she’ll take the poor vision as a photographer plus’s she goes based off of light and movement 80% of the time the other 20% is her actually moving the model or set pieces)

Okay I just learned but apparently Rosy Maple moth are the smallest of the silk moths and it’s very fitting for this because I made her like half of Val’s height due to the fact that in life and death he’ll always be/feel superior to her no matter what (when they genuinely fight it’s like a whole fight so it’s a bit funny to see someone so short fight with someone so tall)

like he infantilizes her, he’ll always see her as his princess (i humanize him a bit too much but those are the scariest villain y’know. The ones who have a family and put on a front for other and be monsters behind the scenes)

Anyways he never laid a single hand on her, but she wasn’t immune to him being sassy or saying demeaning and degrading things when he was mad (he was mentally abusive with her but not on purpose)

I could go on forever about her relationships with the V’s

Velvette and her are actually really cute behind doors; femme x femme

They feed into each others obsessions like no other so their areas of the tower are messsyyyyy

Vox and her are a bit weird because she doesn’t really need to see him and he’s close with Val

But she loves fucking with him though it’s fun to when she’s feels mischievous and bitchy

If she ever has a good relationship with Val again she’d be messing with me 24/7 like no tomorrow

She refuses to do overly sexually photos for Val and his workers, she lets the people she own do that. She will, as she did in life, stay as far away as she can