#moth pimp bitch

[an-asexual-dragonair]

@moth-pimp-val

Decided to outline it and added a simping @flatfuckfridays ;3

[flatfuckfridays]

Good night, mi amor~

- Val

Goodnight to you too Tiño, see you tmr 💙⚡️✨

[klttn]

Kill valentino. I don’t care how. Just do it. You know we both want this fantasy to come true

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝒶𝓃

pairing : alastor x f!reader, slight huskerdust if you squint

content!! : mention of abuse, violence, death, no smut

summary : valentino takes it too far both with angel and with you, oh no, now he’s dead. a little drabble for the valentino haters out there.

“ugh i hate him soo fuckin’ much,” angel whines into the pink silk of your bed.

it was three in the morning and angel had only just sauntered in from work, valentino had run him ragged, he was covered head to toe in bruises, bites, rope marks, whips n cuts. you dread to think about all the sick things he’d done to your best friend today.

“i know, angie, im sorry, he’s a prick… even for someone in hell.” you muttered, resting yourself next to him.

“twenty guys, y/n, and there’s nothin i could even do about it!” a small tear slid down angels face as he said it. your heart shattered.

looking up at angel, he saw your eyes start to water, you were trying so hard not to cry but you couldn’t help it. seeing him like this, the hatred you had for val and everything he puts angel through was just too strong. you could just kill him.

“you don’t deserve this,” you say, anger seeping through your voice just enough for him to notice.

angel’s actions wavered, the seriousness becoming too much.

he wiped the salty drop out from under his eye, smile now forming from ear to ear as he adjusted his chest fur, shaking his non existent boobs. “i’m goin’ to the bar," he struts, "the nights only young, if i try my best, i’ll have forgotten about val in the next hour!” he winks at you, trying to put a smile on your face.

please don’t tell me i just made him leave.

before he goes, he leans down and whispers to you, leaving a little kiss on your forehead as he does, “i’ll be okay, yknow.”

“i know,” you halfheartedly smile.

as he walks out your hotel room door, your smile falters. at least you know he’ll be safe with husk. you can rest knowing that. he’ll forget all about val the minute he lays his eyes on the black cat.

it’s just, something needs to be done about that vile moth.

♡ ⋆ ˚ ❀ ｡⋆୨୧ ‘

not much time had past since angel was in your room, just enough for you to be huddled up in the back of a taxi, seething and headed straight to valentino’s exact whereabouts.

you had no idea what you were going to do once you got there, your nails were practically drawing blood with how hard you were digging them into your thighs. fuck valentino.

both angel and alastor would be livid if they knew what you were doing but you know your boyfriend wouldn't have helped. too sloppy and reckless. how dare you let your emotions control you?

you pull up at the place, 'consent' written above the disheveled building, how unfitting for valentino. you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

taking a deep breath, you walk into the bar, a wave of pink tinted smoke radiating lust and floating hearts in the air being the first thing that hits you. composing yourself, you sigh, storming straight for the source.

" VALENTINO!" you screech amongst the crowds of bodies, "we need to fucking talk."

almost immediately, a pathway clears through the smoke and array of sinners, a smug looking pimp following through "now who the fuck do you think you-" he stops. "oh," now he’s smirking, "you’re alastor's little bitch, and a friend of that worthless whore i own."

"his name is angel dust." you spat.

"excuse me?" annoyance evident in his voice.

"I said his name is angel dust, are you deaf as well as blind?"

val clicks his tongue, “i’ll let the sass slide just this once out of courtesy for angel,” he trails, "you know,” he pauses, taking you in, “you're quite a pretty little thing, aren't you?" you scoff, of course the snarky bastard is hitting on you. "such a shame to be wasted with that prude radio demon," you shot him a warning glare. this is not what you came here for.

val leaned closer to your ear and brought his voice to a whisper, testing your patience, "if you were with me, at least id fucking touch you-"

SLAP. you hit him, the harsh noise echoing causing everyone to fall silent, their eyes following the sound to you.

“why you little bi-“

val had barely any time to react or even form a thought other than rage and a balled fist before a gush of wind and red essence placed itself in front of you. protecting you.

alastor. shit.

gradually spawning in, his deer horns protruding, long limbs and black whips growing, eyes glazed over with hatred and that eery sharp toothed smile that always adorned his face.

“i hope you weren’t about to lay your filthy hands on her,” the demonic sound of alastors voice stilling you.

he was scary like this, very few times had you seen his demon form, but never as raw and uncontrolled as this. alastor hated losing his composure, especially in front of you.

"did I make bambi mad?" valentino’s condescending voice broke you from your trance.

a quick look from alastor, his eyes softening by a touch, just for you, had you back to being grounded, he was still your al.

“my doe, would you be a doll and wait outside for me? we’ll discuss your silly little adventure after my arthropod entrée.” he begun, voice heavily static and his tongue darting across his lips. “my little lady should not have to see what I'm about to do to you," he finished, redirecting his attention toward the purple demon.

the last thing you saw before you left was the puff of valentino’s wings as he prepared to fight alastor. “this is for my sweet girl and angel dust.”

oh, val is definitely dead.

A/N : what do we think!!! please share your thoughts!! this is basically free therapy for me after what ep 4 made me feel

[chaifootsteps]

ummmm found this on tiktok

look I try not to judge some rando's opinion on the Internet but idk... why do you even want to make that kind of oc? I sometimes just think this is probably some edgy teen phase believing serial killers are cool and shit. maybe I just don't have the sadistic weird mindset they have to like this sort of shit. I genuinely never find that kind of oc amazing to make. like why tiktok why tf you show me more of this stupid hazbin shit?

I literally abandoned my own oc who's a chainsmoker cus I realized oh yeah smoking is bad, like actually bad to your body and the environment around you. I longer see it as a thing to show your oc is badass by smoking it.

also the last part... can we stop pretending the moth bitch was a good pimp villain. the first time we see him, he's treated like he's a goofy villain who whines Angel Dust ran away from him in a "funny" pompous tone. I hate that stupid moth wanna rip off his wings and burn him with a magnifying glass.

i wish hazbin hotel was never made so these edgy losers would never come out of their hiding to like this ugly slop and harass people who don't like this fugly shitty mess

I think people should be allowed to write characters that are rapists, pedophiles, serial killers, chain smokers, and puppy botherers. Storytelling is a fundamental human need and not all stories are fun ones. Valentino's existence isn't the problem.

The problem is that Valentino isn't an OC anymore, he's a character in a show on Amazon Prime with a heavy following of actual children. He's a part of the professional work that Viv makes her actual living off of. That means a completely different set of rules applies, and people can and should consider whether this silly clown that Viv very openly views as a goofy babygirl is a depiction of a rapist they're comfortable with.

[sunnysam-my]

Hazbin Hotel redesign ideas p. 1

Unfortunately I don't really have time to draw rn, but here are some ideas if anyone is looking for inspiration.

THE VEES:

They follow lates trends so they won't stick to the outfits and technologies from the times they died. We even see that Vox changed his screen (head) to more modern, flat TV screen.

Valentino:

He is a moth that realises poison that's basically a date-rape drug. His wings are hidden, looking like a coat, which makes no sense, a cloak, cape or sleeveless coat would look better. He is a pimp who died in 1970s. Val was Hispanic when living. Apparently, he has bad eyesight.

He is supposed to be a moth, but I don't really see it much, and the furr around his neck, that's a part of his body, just looks ridiculous. I would design him after some actual poisonous moth.

Cinnabar moth - The cinnabar is slate-black with two red spots and two pinky-red stripes on the rounded forewings. Its hindwings are pinky-red and bordered with black. The caterpillars feed on poisonous ragwort leaves. The poison from the leaves is stored in the caterpillar's body and remains even when they are an adult. As adult they leak the poison when they need to. Cinnabar moths can be seen flying during the day and night.

Six-spot burnet moth - day-flying moth that flies with a slow, fluttering pattern. It has glossy black, with six red spots on each narrow, but long forewing. They release hydrogen cyanide when attacked.

Personally I would go with Cinnabar moth, but make the spots heart shaped, and leave his inner outfit without the accessories (the suit with the white pants and golden heart belt). I would also leave his general body type but definitely change the neck furr ring, because wtf is that? I would play around with his glasses since he is supposed to have eyesight problems.

[Edit: Actually, I would make him a combo of both moths and make the furr ring his hair, because he is bald without the hat!?!?]

Velvette:

Velv is a fashion designer and critic, she is also an influencer. She keeps the Vees together and their image fresh on the internet. She's a British black woman in her early 30's. Originally her appearance was supposed to be doll-like, but that was changed to 'it-girl' and a 'bad bitch' with a darker aesthetic.

Velvette's outfit is reminiscent of Val's (heart belt, coat with hearts, black stripes on arms) but darker, especially her sleeveless coat that imitates his wings. Since Valentino is already going to be darker (in my idea) and she is a fashion influencer it would make more sense for her to be brighter.

Main thing I would change about her is her skin tone, hair, and Harley Quinn themes left from her old design.

When creating very human like characters it's important to actually get the racial characteristics right. Her ashy skin and "curly" hair just makes it look like they didn't know how to draw a black character. I would give her a different texture, something between 3A and 4B. A hairstyle like heart shaped space buns would be so cool, but even if not, her styl in a poster in the background is already better than the ponytails.

When it comes to her style I would get rid of pom-poms shoes and fingerless gloves. Her outfit for meeting the overlord was pretty okay, but I would change her other outfit. My inspiration would be PidginDoll's design, because he makes fabulous outfits and makeup looks for all bodies, genders and races, but I'll keep the 'goth' (it's not goth, it's just a little bit alt, mostly skulls) theme.

Blue accents like makeup would work great with her brown skin and would reference Vox.

Vox:

I genuinely think he has the best design in the entirety of the show, I would barely change anything. His outfit is similar to Alastor who he is trying to imitate, but he wears a tail suit, which is way more formal and elegant than any other suit, trying to showing he is a better, modern version of Alastor. I've seen some people got rid of his hat and gave him a tail made out a cord for fun, but other than that his design is good. Not too much details and not too little, tells us a lot about the character.

Maybe less stripes, because apparently Viv loves zebras or something. /hj

[fanby-fckry]

Who’s Who of Voxblr:

Voxblr Blogs:

🐺 666--vortex: Vortex

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz: Angel Dust

🍸 bar-cat75: Husk

💀 be-gay-do-crym: Crymini

💥 blitz-the-o-is-silent: Blitzo (formerly blitzorodeo)

🍒 bomb-bitching-babe: Cherri Bomb

🎀 charlies-angel: Vaggie (formerly moth-gf)

👓 creepz0: Burnie Burnz A.K.A. Creepzo

👯‍♀️ glitz-n-glam: Glitz and Glam (shared account)

🌈 hells-disney-princess: Charlie Morningstar

🐸 jest-fizzarolli: Fizzarolli

🍎 luci-goosey-666: Lucifer Morningstar

🌕 m00nlight-h0wling: Loona

🧪 mad-scienfish: Baxter

💰 million-dollar-mammon: Mammon

❤️ moth-pimp: Valentino

🪡 niffty-lady: Niffty

💙 ozzie-king-of-lust: Ozzie A.K.A. Asmodeus

🐝 queen-bee-lzebub: Queen Bee A.K.A. Beelzebub

🧁 rad-velvette-cakes: Velvette

📻 real-radio-demon: Alastor parody account; nobody knows who runs this account

🩸 simply-moxxie: Moxxie

🤠 strike-out: Striker

📺 voxblr4k: Vox

🐍 x-hiss-lord-x: Sir Pentious (Inactive, but not deactivated)

🫀 xoxo-millie: Millie

Relationships:

Alastor and Vox are rivals; Vox has a one-sided lust/crush/obsession

Angel Dust has feelings for Husk and is trying to work up the courage to tell him

Charlie and Vaggie are dating (like they are in canon).

Fizzarolli and Ozzie are dating (like they are in canon).

Millie and Moxxie are married (like they are in canon).

Loona, Queen Bee, and Vortex are a polycule

Valentino and Vox are dating (like they are in canon).

What’s What of Voxblr:

Ongoing Plots:

Fandom:

Like Tumblr, Voxblr has a large fandom culture. One of the most relevant fandoms is in-universe RPF, where Hellaverse characters engage in discourse, create fanworks, and ship each other.

Popular ships include Fizzarozzie (canon), and Radiostatic (enemies to lovers, not canon).

Niffty is a BNF fic author who specializes in RPF. Husk is her beta reader.

Radiostatic Rivalry:

Despite Alastor not having an official presence on Voxblr, his rivalry with Vox is alive and well. Vox often engages in Tumblr-style PVP with the Alastor parody account, @.real-radio-demon , and complains about Alastor’s popularity on the site.

The other Vees – especially Velvette – tease Vox over his rivalry/obsession with Alastor, often referencing its one-sided sexual nature.

real-radio-demon:

@.real-radio-demon is an Alastor parody account that popped up shortly after Velvette sent Vox a post from Niffty about enemies to lovers ships.

Nobody knows who runs the @.real-radio-demon account, with suspects ranging from Velvette to Niffty to Alastor, himself. Vox suspects the former, due to when the account appeared, but everyone seems to have their own take on the matter.

Hellaverse characters and IRL viewers alike are kept guessing by this account, which seems to have an uncanny amount of relevant information on Alastor and is simultaneously both in and out of character in its posts.

Vox can’t suspend the account because Queen Bee and Loona are fans and Vox knows better than to pick a fight with a Deadly Sin.

Voxblr Discourse:

Like Tumblr discourse, Voxblr discourse is, um… Well, it sure is something! Voxblr discourse is full of black and white thinking, parasocial hate, largely meaningless buzzwords, out of context drama, and a tendency to miss the point.

Niffty and Alastor are canceled. Radiohusk is problematic. Fizzaroli has antis. And of course, all discourse bloggers piss on the poor.

Obviously this is satire.

The discourse blog usually featured in my fake dash posts is @.creepz0 , run by Burnie Burnz A.K.A. Creepzo.

Websites and Brand Names:

.hell = general domain similar to .com or .org

.sin = domain name for websites owned by Deadly Sins

.vox = domain for all Voxtek websites

Archive of Our Souls = Archive of Our Own; free market fanfiction site not affiliated with Voxtek

AOOS = AO3; acronym for Archive of Our Souls

IHHOP (International Hell House of Pancakes) = IHOP (International House of Pancakes)

Sinstagram = Instagram

Voxblr = Tumblr; owned by Voxtek

Voxflix = Netflix; owned by Voxtek

Voxify = Spotify; owned by Voxtek

VoxTube = YouTube; owned by Voxtek

VoxTV = an entertainment TV channel with no direct parallel; owned by Voxtek

WcDonnalds = McDonnalds

[minzart]

A quick fix me up

Vox / reader

Unresolved sexual tension - ehhh +16 maybe? It's not really that explicit I think? - the eroticism of fixing a robot

Ao3

It had a been a fucking month, and the tech overlord could still feel the collateral damage of his - very purposeful, not at all accidental - melt down, tantrum, accident caused by that prick of an ultrapassed piece of junk still affecting his processing and it was getting on his nerves that he might feel the need to reboot for the second time this day before he has to peel more faux skin off his body.

And to top it all of, Val had to just still be obsessing over his fucking whore of a spider, noooo because the sixteen hour long shots had to be done today, he can't fucking relax or try to take his mind of the double work he has to do now that Alastor is back and viewership is decaying gradually, it's not like the pimp is the fucking director and can't just take half an hour to a quicky and be done with it.

Fucks sake when Valentino wants to fuck it's not a matter of yes, not even when, it's a now and be damned his screen if he denies the petty princess anything, but when he wants to fuck, and Angel Dust is at the vicinity, it has to have star alignment to convince the moth demon to even take his eyes of his fucking bitch for even two seconds.

He can feel another glitch happening at his screen, left eyes of all places, making his vision spin and change colors. He is tired, he is bothered, he is furious, he is stressed and he is still glitching. With a sigh of defeat Vox finally decides to call the person who can, at the very least, fix one of his many problems, his personal doctor, or should he call you his trusted mechanic, he settles for old -friend- acquaintance.

The logo of your business bounces in the closest screen, he misses when it was your face, not that he will ever let you know that, it's late and yet your voice, groggy and annoyed answered his call anyways.

“it's three in the fucking morning Vox what the fuck do you want” it's only your voice, no matter how many times he tried to force the video calls you never let your camera work properly, a quirky “fuck you” to him you had said once.

“gOOdNiiiGggth to yOu tOOo” he tries his best to say you name energetically, but the stupid glitch won't let his usual charisma take roots, at the end he sighs and groans.

“...... what the fuck did you do to your voice box this time, if I have to get cum out of it again I swea-” the sounds of sheets moving informs him that you were in fact probably sleeping, joy, he was the only one with trouble sleeping then.

“JUsrt gggEt yoR aSS hERe” he disconnects the call from your end.

“alright fine, fine I'm going” you talk to air, and he stills hears you because it's better than to give his attention to whatever is happening upstairs right now, not in the patience for it “I know you can still hear me you control freak, get your ass moving to the closest sofa before I have to drag your corpse from your fucking evil lair”

He chuckles, it would be funny if he wasn't actually hearing you, and it did happened before, your pissed face was priceless at the time, his body is ten times more difficult to command but he manages to enter in the elevator and out to the suit, Velvette is at her side of the tower getting her beauty sleep and Val “working”, leaving him with the space for himself and finally tranquility.

The television tunes to the nearest camera at your house, and he let's his mind wanders waiting for you to arrive. You were locking your door of the apartment when he sees a foot inside your house stopping it from closing, he changes the camera in annoyance who the fuck was there? Last time he checked you didn't have a new roommate since him, and it was fucking eons ago, and no fucking camera at that building is good enough to look inside your house, shit.

You two were talking, your hand goes up gently, your face disappear from frame, oh it's a whore, because of fucking course it is, but then you smile and walks away, leaving whoever the fuck was that inside, that couldn't be a partner could it? No, no way, you wouldn't, but who let's a fucking whore alone in your house in hell, no, scratch that, you, specifically, never fucking even let whores in since he remembers knowing you in this damned place, too paranoid for it, so who the fuck was that.

The overlord can feel heat building in his chest, twisting his insides and acid in his mouth. It was not a good day, nor a good week, nor a good month, he wouldn't call himself an easy jealous man, absolutely never, why would he even get jealous??? He's powerful, he's famous, he's rich, fuck he is ten time the man he was dead than alive. And still… and still he never is the first priority of nobody he could even call the closest thing hell can offer as friends.

Not for Val who would offer amazing sex but God if it didn't get tiring the temper tantrums, not to mention the several PR nightmares he has to cover; not for Vel who still has the best head on her shoulder of the three of them, but was God awful at listening to anything but her voice; not to his audience slowly slipping out of his grasp; not for his stars who only suck him up for a rise; not even for his fucking rival who hasn't even tried to rile him up since he came fucking back; and definitively not for you who was at the door of the company at three in the morning leaving whoever a sweetheart that stranger might be alone just because he called with a glitch voice...

He slowly gets his hand away from his face, grip so tight he could feel the holes it left dripping blue down his sides, vision black and white, and opens the automatic door for you with a snap of fingers. The lights are off and the second the security comes to you, you flash your ID card of the company, and go to the elevator without exchanging a word with the demon. It closes the second you are in and automatically sets your destination to the low levels of the V tower.

He hears the ping of the elevator opening and your footsteps getting closer, the TV now off. “alright let me see the damage”

You lift his head gently, peel the layers of clothes mechanically, and move the coffee table closer, your expression is of professionalism, neutral, and bags in your eyes”can you talk?”

“wwWhaAT dOdo-youu ThinnnK?” he answers and mentally grabs at the relief fraction of expression you show.

“ok, wires not completely busted” you unscrew his face and get to work, always precise, always gentle, you have always been gentle, he remembers meeting you, countless of years ago, a demon specializing in upgrading sinners with mechanical bodies, he remembers his rising days with a touch of bitterness, determination and a little bit of fondness, you were the first he ever trusted to ever exchange his screen when it broke when he still was scared of a second death.

He can hear you walking around, probably looking for the spare parts he has, and comes back as quickly. It's nice, he feels nice, relaxed, strange how a semblance of care can melt away his nerves is a good way. You are not even thinking about your motions, he can tell, and yet Vox let's himself bask in this fraction of attention a little, a lot, every little touch every little check he feels he commits to memory and replays over and over again.

From his face to his back and now he can feel your hands inside him adjusting wires and peeling melted wax that is where it shouldn't be because “your last black out made your cooling system kiss your ass goodbye so I'm gonna replace this too and you are gonna have to get new fake skin” and he couldn't be happier right now since it makes you stay a little while longer.

It's weird, he fucking knows that, he knows, he knows how weird it is feeling you be so fucking gentle and profession and getting off to it, and fuck if having you right there behind him didn't gave him an adrenalin burst, would you notice? Have you noticed how he can feel his insides hum in pleasure every time you fix him inside? You must, come on, it's so very obvious he's hotter than normal, it's not even funny.

And his mind just runs in it too, colors coming back to his vision, and his mind isn't even close to reality, his pants are tight and he wants to just grind so fucking bad to get some friction going down there, he feels one of your hands pin him in place, firmily sat, and he wishes it was to pin him down and- fuck, he feels electricity run around his whole body, you flinch breaking all contact and he has to bless his luck that he doesn't have a working voice box right now because he feels he just whimpered at the lost of contact “You good bud?”

He shudders and nods frantically, a little bit of panic building in his gut, fuck he can feel his pants are not dry, goddammit “lay down” you want to kill him, you definitively want to kill him, he will play that command on loop next time he gets this fucking needy.

He does as you ask, and has half a mind to not just plant his face between the pillows, he has to play it cool, he has to, his ego won't let him otherwise, the sofa shifts you are sitting besides his back and keep working, a new voice box being placed and carefully connected, he wishes you would have opted to just sit on him instead, the weight might have helped his too energetic body to calm the fuck down, it had in the past. He grips his forearms to try and focus on anything else but the new feeling of your fingers closing his back and making sure it's closed properly, he already is playing with fire just for having that erection again and now he has a voice and he doesn't trust it to say any more words.

“want to talk about what got you so stressed at three in the morning?” he can hear you yawning, sliding down the sofa, and as he turns to see where you're going, he meets you at eye level, you are sitting at the ground, arms crossed besides his head as a makeshift pillow for your own and attention fully, undoubtedly, on him only.

He can feel his eyes widen, and antennas snap up as a little wave of electricity pass between then, he has three seconds of blue screen before he is back with a smirk in his smug face “why absolutely nothing, i just needed a little fixing it's all and day time it's such a busy time you know, couldn't schedule it for later”

“hmhu” you deadpan his sales persona “alright, mr shivering-at-the-mere-contact-of-skin keep telling yourself that”

“whatever do you mean” he can feel his screen heating, fuck, you sigh and gets up, he stupidly follows your action rising himself too quickly and almost tumbling down the sofa “hey now what's the rush-”

“it's five in the morning” you are already at the door “and i got clients to attend”

“five- fuck” boner be damned he has news to deliver at six “why didn't you told me when it was four!”

“I was too busy rearranging your guts” he can hear the smirk in your voice and now he wants to punch your mouth with his.”have a good day Vox”

And just like that you are gone… he keeps dressing back up, tying his bow tie, getting coffee and checking his phone, life goes on normally, and he is back at 110% in no time. The only thing bothering him is how he will keep telling himself he is alright, nothing to look into, no sir, he doesn't have the worst case of communication allergies known to man that is costing his sanity, absolutely not, he is in control, always, he has to be.

[selineram3421]

A little meow meow.

Temporary Control

Part 2

Part 1

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, stalking, cussing, mentions of mind control, cannibalism mention(with small comic panel), blood, kiss on the palm of hand ⚠

Vox had a plan.

In order to make the pretty time doll run into his arms the Radio Demon had to make a really terrible mistake.

I'll be able to help with that.

He went to work, having his screens showing wherever the red dressed demon went to study his rival's habits and routes. Looking through spare parts for his little "bug" project.

While making the little bug device, Valentino had let himself in and got comfortable on a couch nearby the work bench.

"I was wondering what had you so cooped up~", the moth demon says before taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing some of the smoke out. "But I see its just him again."

"I'm busy.", he grumbles, flicking on the fan to ventilate the room and get rid of the smoke.

"Even for little 'ol me?", the pimp asks in a mock innocent tone.

"You're not little.", Vox huffs and solders some of the wires into place.

"That's what she said."

Putting down the soldering tools, the T.V. Demon turns around and finds Valentino laying down like the lady from the Titanic film.

"Draw me like one of your french girls~", the moth demon says with a wide grin.

Vox walks over and glares down at the demon. "Get the fuck out.", he says completely done.

"Hmm...", the pimp hums and takes a quick hit of the cigarette. "No.", he blows out the smoke at the blue demon's screen.

Swiping at the smoke, the T.V. demon scowls and grabs a cushion to toss at the moth's face, but he dodge it.

"I'm busy!", he shouts and goes back to the work bench.

Valentino rolls his eyes behind the heart shades and gets up from the couch, making his way over to stand behind him and look at the notes pinned up on the wall.

"What's got you all serious? Usually you'd fire another joke back.", the moth demon says.

Ignoring him, Vox continues to work and glances at his notes on the blueprints every so often.

After thoroughly reading through the notes, Valentino laughs.

"Making a mind control device? Your influence with the media and abilities should be enough for that."

"Its not just for any demon.", he pipes up, stopping his work to go over to the wall of screens that have been following the Radio Demon. "Its for that fucker right there."

The pimp goes and stands next to him, glancing over the screens.

Vox holds his arms behind his back. "With this little bug, it'll make it easier for me to take control of that guarded pretentious prick and make him do whatever I want.", he says turning to look at the taller demon.

"Oh~ And then you get his girl~", the moth demon chuckles.

The T.V. demon goes back to work and is finally able to kick the tall ass moth out of the room.

.

After finishing the "bug", Vox pinpoints where the Radio Demon is and mocks him through the screen, then he makes his way over to start the first part of his plan.

When arriving, he sees the cannibal walking away from the butchers with a bag and lifting up some sliver of bloody meat up to his lips.

Not waiting, he sends out some wires to attack.

The building nearby breaks apart, making some dust and debris fly off.

Alastor emerged from the dust clouds, flicking rubble off of his coat, past annoyed from earlier and now completely pissed off.

"You son of a bitch.", he growls out, eyes turning into radio dials.

"That's uncalled for!", Vox says in a fake offended tone. "But you're not wrong.", he grins and attacks again.

Its chaos as the two go at each other. Tossing vehicles, pieces of buildings, and even demons. And at some point they get close enough to ripping the other's head off.

The T.V. demon uses this opportunity to throw the bug onto his rival and watches as it crawls out of sight.

"€ŇØỮǤĦ Ø₣ ŦĦƗŞ ŇØŇŞ€ŇŞ€!", the deer demon shouts out with heavy static, using tentacles to try and pull him into one of the portals.

"As fun as this is, I'm going to have to leave.", Vox says, dodging the black tendrils. "Sorry to cut this short.", he says and manages to leave, dodging half a building his rival tries to crush him with. "Ta'ta Radio Shack!"

.

Alastor stared down at the remains of tomorrow's dinner, now a pile of dirty meat on the ground. The bag having ripped and contents spilled after Vox's attack.

"Damn that piece of-", he let out a sigh and collects himself before making his way back to the hotel.

She was waiting for him.

Their date was today and he didn't want to be late, that would be incredibly rude.

Deciding to speed things up, the Radio Demon teleported to his room and rushed to fix himself up. After being satisfied with his clothes, he walked over to their room and knocked on the door.

They open the door with a smile but then it disappeared, replaced with a frown instead.

Why the frown?

"Alastor, you're bleeding.", she steps closer and gently wipes the blood he didn't feel start to drip above his brow. "What happened?"

"Nothing too concerning darling.", he smiles and takes a hold of their wrist, placing a kiss on the palm of their hand. "Just had a run in with some vermin."

They tug on his sleeve and pull him into their room.

"Let's clean you up and get you rested. We can have date night another time.", they say and close the door behind him.

"But dearest-", he tries to change their mind.

"No. There's dark circles under your eyes, you need to rest.", they point out and usher him to sit on the bed.

He sits down without a fuss, knowing that they'd be upset if he didn't listen.

"Stay put while I get the first aid kit, ok?", his little hour glass says before pecking his forehead.

"Very well darling.", he mumbles.

They give him a wonderful smile before going into the bathroom to search for the box.

Feeling a bit tired, Alastor lies down and closes his eyes, not noticing the little bug bot attaching itself onto the back of his neck.

I'm half asleep. Wooo! *face plants onto bed*

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

Taglist@

@c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb @ducky-died-inside @bisexualboba @willowaudreykeyes @+?

ML for Alastor🎙

ChL for TC

[pessimisticoptimistsblog]

A/N – So, here is chapter one! Lots of detail to flesh out  characters and whatnot. Plus, we see Charlie! Hopefully, I captured her character pretty well. I plan on this story mostly keeping the same pace as the show, but with a filler chapter to cover the 6 month gap. This chapter takes place before the extermination that’s in the pilot and we all know the stuff on Netflix moved pretty quickly after that.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

I hope you guys like this! I plan on starting chapter 2 tomorrow. Depending on if my brain decides it likes me, I could have it out by Monday? Or, if you guys want a longer chapter, probably Thursday. Constructive criticism is always welcome! Enjoy! 😊

CW: Language again

Chapter One

Meeting With the Princess

~PRESENT DAY~

“Listen, Valentino, Madame C said no discounts, no exceptions. Doesn’t matter if you’re a fellow overlord, no means no. Accept that before we remove all security detail from all of your “actors”, okay?” Nia was beginning to lose what little patience she possessed; the moth demon always made her angry especially when he was trying to take advantage of her boss. Valentino knew Madame C charged the most for security details because she paid the hell hounds better than anyone else, which meant they tended to work harder and more efficiently than any other security group. And, despite wanting top-notch protection for the more profitable souls he owned, Val hated having to pay the shadowy mute so much. Every month he attempted to negotiate a lower price, and each time he would push until he was threatened with a rise in his rate or termination of their contract.

The moth demon was getting just as irritated, he was so used to getting his way with any demon he considered below him, yet the shadowed overlord in front of him never seemed phased by his tricks. Instead he glanced from the hell hound before him to Madame C, her unsettling eyes narrowed and gloved hands clasped in front of her. “Well, if there’s no convincing you, I suppose that’s that. Just know I will be exploring my options, you’re not the only one providing guards these days,” Valentino said nonchalantly before rising from his chair and crossing his arms; his last attempt to maintain some sort of superiority.

Madame C sat back in her chair, a smirk crossing her face briefly knowing Valentino was bluffing. She turned her smirk into a grin before beginning to sign for Nia to relay her message.

“My boss says, ‘I understand your frustration. If you find comparable security for a better price, please do not hesitate to cancel your service with us.’ Hope that’s clear enough for ya’ perv.” Nia’s distaste for Valentino was clear as she finished and began to move towards the closed office doors. Opening one she motioned towards a hell hound from outside, “Echo, please show Valentino here the exit. His bill has been paid and his meeting is over.”

The muscular hell hound that entered the office was one of the most intimidating Madame C employed, scars from his younger days covered his arms and most of his face and his mouth seemed set in a permanent scowl. He narrowed his eyes at the moth demon, before gesturing towards the door, “Time to go, sir.” The two men left, Valentino seething but doing his best to cling to his pride, with Nia closing the doors behind them.

Nia made her way to the shadow demons desk, flopping down into a chair with a heavy sigh. “I fuckin’ hate that bitch. Don’t know why you still do business with him, C. Prick always tries to cheat you somehow.”

*He’s a paying client. Not happily, but his money helps me make sure everyone I employ can live comfortably, including you.* Madame C gives Nia an exasperated look, she knows none of her employees truly like being assigned to Valentino in any way or even just being around the pimp, but she also knows that without his contracts the other Vees would also pull out and with them a decent percentage of her revenue would be gone.

The young hell hound threw her head back with an exaggerated groan, “I know! Doesn’t make it any easier to tolerate him.” Nia then glanced at her notebook to see who would be walking through the doors next, her red eyes widening seeing the name C. Morningstar. “Oh shit! I forgot that was today! Fuck! The princess is your last meeting, you need me to grab some tea or something? Dammit, what do royal demons like? I completely forgot, I am so sorry, ugh!” Nia was pulling at her fur, distressed she had forgotten such a big deal appointment.

White gloved hands grabbed the she wolf’s wrists and guided them to the younger girl's sides before pulling away to sign, *Breathe Nia. Go grab 3 mugs of cocoa for all of us. We have enough time before she should be here.* Madame C’s hands ceased signing and returned to the papers in front of her, sorting out what needed signed and what could be filed away. Meanwhile Nia rushed out of the office and downstairs to the kitchen, trying to make the aforementioned drinks as quickly as possible without making an obscenely large mess.

As she began to make her way up the stairs to the office, the hell hound caught sight of long blonde hair and a flash of red clothing turning the corner at the top of the stairs. Recognizing Charlie Morningstar from her recent news interview, Nia picked up her pace as carefully as possible hoping to catch up before the princess reached the office. With only a few drops of cocoa spilled, she met Charlie in front of Madame C’s doors only slightly out of breath. “Ms. Morningstar! It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’m Nia, Madame C’s assistant. I’m the one you talked to on the phone last week!”

Charlie’s grin widened, “It’s so nice to meet you! Thank you for getting Madame C to see me, I really think she’s gonna like what I have to talk to her about!” The blonde’s excitement was unrestrained, she was practically bouncing in place.

“I hope so, you made whatever it is sound like a great opportunity for us. Plus, boss lady loves working with royals. Says you all are her easiest and nicest clients!”

The two girls walked into the office, Nia making her way past Charlie to place the tray of cocoa on Madame C’s desk. The older woman looked up from organizing the remaining papers on her desk to the two girls before giving a small wave to the princess.

“Remember, Madame C can’t talk, so I’ll be interpreting for her. Usually first meetings like this are all about you pitching what you want or need, though. So whenever you’re ready, let’s hear it!” Nia smiled as she took a seat in one of the 2 chairs facing her boss, gesturing for Charlie to take the other.

The blonde took a deep breath before sitting down in the chair, pulling her own papers out of seemingly nowhere. She looked up at the demon in front of her, only seeing a shadowy outline with 2 bright green eyes already watching her. A gloved hand motioned for the princess to make her pitch. “Okay, so, I have a hotel for sinners to redeem themselves. I believe that if they work hard and do all the right things, heaven will have to let them in! And then the exorcist won’t have to come down and less sinners will have to die! It’s definitely going to work, I just have to talk to heaven… but I know they’ll say yes! They have to! But, anyway, I have the hotel and we have staff and our first resident too. The only problem is, since my interview on the news, some people haven’t exactly been open-minded or accepting and have kinda… destroyed several walls? Heh heh… but it’s totally not an issue! I know they’ll stop eventually and then they’ll all realize they want to be redeemed and come stay at the hotel!” The princess was out of breath when she paused to gauge Madame C’s reaction before moving on to what she really came for, unfortunately the shadow demon's eyes stared back almost blankly. Charlie took another deep breath and squared her shoulders, “What I’m getting at is, we could probably use a little help keeping people from blasting down our walls or breaking the door down. Plus! If sinners see that we have security to keep them safe from anyone that might want to hurt them, they’ll be even more likely to come stay! It'll a win-win!” Charlie finished with a grin, hoping the woman in front of her understood the vision she was trying to convey.

Madame C clasped her gloved hands together under her chin, the idea of redemption was intriguing to her even though she doubted many would actually want it. She began to sign while Nia translated, “Your idea is interesting. I can’t say I fully believe many sinners will want redemption, but I still would be more than happy to assign a couple of hell hounds to your hotel. The question then is, can you afford my fee? I believe Nia told you, I do not offer any discounts, not even for the princess of hell.”

At the mention of payment, Charlie cringed a little, she could afford it, but not without cutting costs elsewhere. “I was actually wondering if maybe we could make a compromise of sorts? You said you think it’s an interesting idea, so maybe you’d like to come stay at the hotel! You could stay for free, obviously, and work on redemption if you want, and then just knowing you’re there will deter people from breaking the hotel! No offense, but you have a scary reputation… But! That would work and then maybe we’d only need one hell hound that I would obviously pay for,” Charlie finished with a hopeful grin.

“No.”

One simple gesture made the princesses grin drop instantly. She glanced at the once smiling hell hound next to her to see Nia already looking apologetic. Both girls turned back to the shadow cloaked demon, Charlie ready to try again, but Madame C held her hand up to stop her. “My staying at the hotel would only put a larger target on you. And it would actually mean you would be paying for more hell hound security. I have at least 3 in this building and 2 outside at all times. Redemption is not for me either, heaven is full of hypocrisy and backstabbing. I have no interest in ever ascending to live with angels.” The last part of her explanation, Madame C’s hands and eyes expressed just how much she loathed heaven. “Unless you are willing to pay the fee you have been told, I’m afraid there is nothing more for us to talk about.”

Charlie was raking a hand through her hair, searching her brain for something, anything she could use to possibly make the older woman budge. “Isn’t there something you want or need that no one else might be able to get for you? Anything? I hate using my title, but I am the princess of hell, I can do a lot more than anyone else, except my dad of course…But please! I need this hotel to work, I have to do something to protect my people!”

Madame C smiled slightly, signing, “Unless you have some magic spell book that could give me a voice, I already have everything I could need or want. I’m sorry.” Nia seemed slightly confused as she translated, she never realized her boss might not enjoy being unable to speak. She had figured someone born with such a disability probably never cared for something they never had to begin with.

The blonde princess looked frustrated for a second, thinking over the fact she didn’t know of any such spell. Maybe her mom or dad did, but Lilith had been gone for 7 years and her dad… well.. maybe? She didn’t talk to her dad much, had no idea what he had even been doing recently. But, this hotel HAD to succeed! And she knew she’d need to ask him about a meeting with heaven anyway. There was no guarantee that such a spell existed or if Lucifer would even help a sinner, but it had to be worth a shot. Charlie’s head shot up, resolve clear on her face, “What if I can set up a meeting with my dad? Surely he’ll know how to give you a voice or if it can even be done. And then, would you make an exception on the contract? Even just a little?”

Madame C sat forward, surprised the girl in front of her would offer the one thing she had never been able to get. Schooling her features to not show just how elated her heart was for the first time in over 500 years. If anyone could break the chains her father had bound her in, it would be the king of hell. “Arrange the meeting. If he agrees, I will cover the cost of 1 hell hound so you will only be responsible for the 2nd. That is my final offer. If your father refuses to meet, no deal.”

Charlie jumped up, squealing and clapping her hands. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll help! Thank you thank you thank you!!! I’ll call him when I leave and I’ll let Nia know what he says by tonight!” The princess couldn’t control herself, reaching for the shadow demon’s hands and shaking them vigorously before running out of the office, excited that her plans were all falling into place. Charlie popped her head back through the office door, “Thank you! I promise, you won’t regret this!” And with that, she was gone.

Meanwhile, Madame C shook her head softly while crossing her arms. Nia looked from the now closed office doors to her boss, chuckling lowly at the energetic princess. After a minute, though, her expression changed to one of contemplation. “I didn’t realize you might have an issue, not being able to talk. I’m sure Vox coulda’ made something to help, even if ya’ don’t like the guy,” she said softly.

Looking to her assistant, Madame C debated internally if she was ready to entrust the young woman with what she was about to divulge. Ultimately, she decided Nia would be smart enough to keep this secret once she knew. Stretching her fingers for the explanation she was about to give, the older woman debated how in depth she wanted to go. Finally, *When I came to hell, I had a voice. Unfortunately, a powerful man decided he didn’t like my existence. He used his power to seal part of my soul away and my voice so that I would never be able to tell anyone what he had done. He knew it would destroy him if anyone knew about me, so he hoped that by making me weak and vulnerable a sinner would kill me before I could ever find a way to break his chains.* A sad smile graced Madame C’s face, only noticeable by the sadness and tears her eyes barely held back.

Nia couldn’t believe her boss had held onto a secret like this for so long. That the woman before her had lived in hell as long as she had and become a powerful overlord with a portion of her sealed away. Madame C had had a voice at one point. The she wolf wondered what it sounded like. “I hope the king can and will help, I think I’d really like hearing you talk. And we could always still use sign when we need to talk shit about the Vees!” The two women looked at each other with big grins, Nia laughing a little.

*We should get back to our plans for the extermination coming up, I want to ensure everyone we’re protecting is secure this time – last year was a mess. I don’t want to lose a single sinner this time.* Madame C signed after a few moments, as giddy as she was with the possibility of getting her voice back, the extermination was in a week and she couldn’t afford another mishap like last year. It may have been the sinner’s fault for skirting their security detail, but Velvette had been particularly upset about losing one of her favorite girls.

Nia mock-saluted her boss with a grin, “Yes ma’am! I’ll go grab everything we’ve got and start making contact with each of our hounds that are on the ground. No slip-ups this year, only perfection!”

Madame C watched the she-wolf skip off to the file room with a small smile fading as she fell into her thoughts and relaxed back into her chair. A gloved hand reached up to the center of her chest, anytime she came close to spilling the whole truth, she could feel the chains around her soul tighten. The ache was one she hadn’t felt in so long, but she knew that if she gained this meeting with Lucifer she’d have to endure it again to hopefully sway him. The green-eyed woman felt so nervous but also hopeful, more so than she had since she was a small girl, running through trees with her mother. While she would never see the woman again, if she could get her voice back, she could finally get her revenge on the man who had ruined everything

A few short hours later, Nia and Madame C were wrapping up their last check-in calls and making notes of any sinners they suspected might try something stupid on extermination day. They both jumped slightly at the sound of Nia’s hell phone buzzing briefly on the table. The she-wolf put her pen down and checked the notification, her ears perking up at seeing the name C. Morningstar. She quickly unlocked her phone and clicked the text pop-up, red eyes scanning the message before a large grin split her face. Tail wagging, Nia looked at her boss, “She did it! You have a meeting with Lucifer 3 days after the extermination!”

~ A/N ~ likes and comments are appreciated and make me squeal a little every time!

[of-moths-and-tvs]

I Hate You

Not sure what description to put but hey my first staticmoth writing. Staticmoth having a moment, though. Fluff, Hate/Love Word count: 544

Vox hated Valentino.

His smirk. His attitude. His work. Vox hated everything about it. Valentino was a bitch, a huge one, and a whore who didn’t know how to do anything but manipulate people into doing what he wanted. Whose voice dripped with feigned charm and promises of dreams he would break into a million pieces as soon as his victims signed the dotted line.

Valentino hated Vox.

His face. His obsession. His company. Valentino hated everything about it. Vox was an asshole, a cruel one, and a bastard who didn’t know how to do anything but to hypnotize people into doing what he wanted. Whose technology kept the public entertained and who would put trackers on any employees as soon as they signed the dotted line.

They hated each other. They would yell at each other and get into fights with smoke and hypnosis respectively, though it never worked. More than that, those fights could escalate to a point where Velvette had to forcefully separate them.

The sex was good. The mutual benefit of working together was good. But that was it. Apart from that, there was nothing but hate between them.

So why, Valentino thought, did it feel good to be comforted by Vox when he had a breakdown about his freshly lost antenna?

So why, Vox thought, did it feel good to hold the moth pimp like he did now and dry his tears. They hated each other, right?

Valentino twitched as Vox brushed a hand over his broken antenna, his touch strangely soft as he told him with a soothing voice how handsome he was. How strong he was. It was so much of a shock to hear, that the tears stopped flowing momentarily.  Handsome? Strong? Vox had never said anything like that.

Vox buffered as Valentino loosely put one set of arms around him, the hug that followed weirdly warm and nice as he thanked him with a few last sniffles. Said he appreciated it. It was so strange to hear that the buffering got worse for a moment. Thank you? Appreciation? Valentino had never said anything like that.

The moment tipped, and before they could think clearly, they were kissing. Not passionately. Not sexually or needily or selfishly. A soft one. Disgusting, they both thought, but neither of them pulled away. It felt nice. Nicer than hating each other. Which, of course, they still did.

Right?

They hated each other. But craved more kisses like this. Hated each other, but Valentino’s wings still wrapped around them like a cocoon to shield them from non-existing prying eyes. And he never cared about being watched. Hated each other, but Vox’s cameras just so happened to shut off at that moment. And he never shut them off.

It was just them at this moment. Calm. Content. Safe. Happy. Both of them wanted to say something, something they’d had on their minds, deep down in secret, for a while. But instead, they kept it to themselves and laid down to sleep.

“I hate you, Val.”

Vox said as he pulled the blanket over the two of them.

“I hate you too, Voxxy.”

Valentino replied as he wrapped all four arms around him.

But maybe, just maybe, they didn’t dislike this too much.

[an-asexual-dragonair]

I’m a doodle machine today! I guess inspiration is striking hard right now. Anyway, have @flatfuckfridays and his shuppy (shark puppy) Vark!

[red-velvette-swirl]

SUP BITCHES

You all know me, Velvette, fashionista extraordinaire, only overlord with some fucking SENSE-

Anyways~

Convinced my idiot of a friend Vox to drag his sorry TV face on here because he needs a better social life and somehow his weird "rival" managed to worm his 1920's ass on here too. I wonder how long it'll take until they start bickering again like a buncha wormy toddlers~

Alastud or whatever his name is: @cannibals-and-radio

Flat Fucker: @flatfuckfridays

...Val: @moth-pimp-val

Mother Figure I genuinely love: @porcelain-oracle

Vox’s adopted child: @bubble-anon-responds

duck twink The wonderful King of Hell: @thebigbossofhellhimself

The REST of Vox’s weird ass children anons: @dinonuggiesanon @snekanondoesdumbshit @anonwitharacket @crymeafrozenriver @full-time-cat-an0n @the-horrors-u-make-out-with

Tags ~ #red velvette | #hells fashionista

Well, thats about it. Enjoy the shitshow!

OOC// No proshipping, NSFW (minues like, sex jokes and shit), or other insentive crap. Thanks!

Main Blog ~ @awful-amatuer

[unicorn-virus-syndrome]

WOO, let’s go! More Malevolent Motel thoughts! We have Valentino, Velvette, and Baxter to talk about now.

Vallllll. The MOTHMAN. The Pimp. The character everyone hates.

what if I made him more pathetic and silly like a certain spider demon.

Introducing this AU’s Valentino, a popular pornstar that has connections with Hell’s most notorious mobsters. A mob specifically run by the Overlord Angel Dust. Valentino made a deal with Angel and gave him ownership over his soul. A terrible idea! He’s found himself caught in a web he can’t escape from, after being drawn in closer to Angel like a moth to flame.

to combat the stress and anxiety he feels when around Angel or at work he turns to drugs and alcohol (like OG Angel Dust) while trying to play off everything like he doesn’t care.

He tries to bury his feelings even further by jokingly flirting with Vox and trying to get his attention…only to realize in horror that he might actually be falling for the Tv headed demon.

Velvette, one of the biggest internet influencers in Hell. Often seen live streaming herself kicking other demons asses in turf wars. She is a bitch and she’ll let you know it. She happens to be besties with Val, and they often fight together. She enjoys long walks on the beach and tearing apart other demons with her various weapons.

Baxter, a (goofy) Mad Scientist who somehow gets his hands on a flying boat and several mini robot fish. He fights for territory using chemicals he’s created during his many experiments, like acid. He hopes to one day catch the eyes of the AHC’s (This universes Vees) and become an Overlord.

[theslotherin18]

Ok, so quick question fellow HH fans. What is Velvet supposed to be based off exactly, like her theme? Yes, I know she was a maid cosplayer in her earlier design but they kinda got rid of that.

Edit: I saw someone say she is a clown/jester which I think is pretty cool ngl.

Valentino is very clearly based off a moth with his fluff and wings and its obvious he is the porn overlord with his pimp fit. The moth theme is quite clever given how irl moths emit pheromones during sex to make it more inticing. His red and white color pallet gets this across as well.

Vox likewise has a tv head and Wi-Fi symbols, blatantly signalling what he has power over along with an electric themed color pallet. The more subtle shark theming with his lair and coat tail shape is a nod to the sin of greed given how shark demons come from the greed ring(helluva boss). His wardrobe being a parallel to Alastor (which I made a post about) and theming makes it clear what he is all about even if it’s nor 100% original (if it ain’t broke don’t fix it)

The character designs, despite all the bashing from haters of Vivzies art style get their point across which is the most important role of character design.

Velvet on the other hand, I am not so sure. If she is based off an animal, idk what she is. Looking at her upfront, you can get the idea that she is an edgy bitch. The only thing she kinda has to play into her social media stuff is the hearts on her vest(?) and the constantly changing hairstyle and scene kid outfit. If I had no prior info, I would think she was Valentinos evil assistant with the repeating heart theme or Val and Vox’s love child incarnate. She doesn’t give Social Media overlord on her own.

I did notice she had a line that is perpendicular to her lips that gives her a doll like appearance which could play into the social media perfection angle but nothing else from her current design seems to go along with this theme.

Now, I have my gripes with a certain genre of character redesigns(the ones who in bad faith trash the originals and try to “fix it” by making the exact same mistakes in their improved one) but if I had to redesign her, I would give her a clear theme.

You could lean into an ocean theme based off internet lingo like “surfing the net” and how the Envy ring in helluva boss is speculated to have a deep sea theme and be ruled over by leviathan(if you like the theory that sinner’s demon form takes inspo from the native born demons that originated from the ring of hell their corresponding vice they most indulged in their earthly life was.). Or perhaps a cat theme given how ubiquitous they are in the early internet, social media and memes.

Perhaps instead of hearts, Vivzie could of used thumbs up, which on social media is an almost universally understood symbol. Maybe more phone or app based iconagraphy(copyright free of course)

Maybe a color pallet that looks less like a blend of Vox and Val’s color pallet that could stand on its own. I think keeping red would be a good call given how vox and Val also have that color, which would unify them as a trio. She has a tendency to blend into the background given how her pallet is both muted(the reddish looking color) and neutral (white and grey)

Idk, I am not expert on this stuff but that’s just what I see.

[flatfuckfridays]

GREETINGS, TUMBLR

It's me, the very best, the one and only, the horrifyingly charming-

_-*|VOX|*-_

Here on this quaint little 'tumblr' site because Velvette says we need more interactions with the plebians to listen and interact with all you lovely viewers and fans at home!

So strap in! Get some popcorn and beverage of your choice because it is TIME FOR THE SHOW!

[TAGS] #flatfuckvoxdays | #ask the tv bitch | #tw Valentino | #A/V² | #no comment posts

[OTHER BLOGS]

Forgotten outdated junk: @cannibals-and-radio

The “hashtag bitch”: @red-velvette-swirl

Moth Pimp: @moth-pimp-val

#1 Moth Hater: @call-me-vendetta

Piece of Shit with a Duck Obsession: @thebigbossofhellhimself

Mom Crystal Ball: @porcelain-oracle

Emotional support cryptid: @lushy-nights

[ADOPTED CHILDREN]

🫧💫: @bubble-anon-responds

🐍: @snekanondoesdumbshit

🦕: @dinonuggiesanon

💥🎾: @anonwitharacket

🐈‍⬛: @full-time-cat-an0n

Cry: @crymeafrozenriver

🥩🐇: @the-horrors-u-make-out-with

Metio: @metioanon

Noodle: @an-asexual-dragonair

🪱: @ittybittyworm

💜👑: @purplecrownanon

OOC// no proship, NSFW, or insensitive tomfoolery- Vox may be cool with that stuff but the blog owner ain't lol /lh

Main blog: @moths-and-mantids

[klttn]

— 𝜗𝜚 thank u @queenofmistresses for the tag lovie !!

spell your username with songs — buuuut i take it a step further and use only hazbin <3 buttt there’s no n so i improvise.. !!

k — klown bitch - cycoriot, paranoid dj

l — loser, baby - blake roman, keith david, andrew underberg and sam haft

t — the moth pimp - chroma9

t — two minutes notice - alex brightman, sam haft and andrew underberg

n — i(N) my sights - paranoid dj, edward bosco

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 : @lavouredior @jazzmasternot @nebulacrumbs @miss-menhera @lilsleepybear1029 @rosiethevoxobesser my moots n just if i see you in my inbox a lot and i wanna get to know you more.. !! of course you guys don’t need to do it hellaverse related like i did, i just thought it would be fun <3