#no one writes vox evil enough

[starzposts]

voxval oneshot :D I have another one that's straight porn ready to be posted but I really like this one and wanted to post it. I'm a little tired of the interpretations of Vox and Valentino I've been seeing, so I wanted to write something showing how I see him. Vox is my favorite character, so I have a lot of strong opinions and feelings about him. Well uh, enjoy!

Valentino's top set of hands drag down Vox's front, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in the fabric. His wicked smile reflects at Vox in the mirror. Vox adjusts his cuffs and straightens his bowtie; Valentino's bottom pair of hands rests at his waist.

"Look at you," Val purrs, his eyes lingering on the sleek black suit Vox had changed into for their dinner date. It's not just new and well-tailored, it's a masterpiece that accentuates Vox's every curve. Vox isn't into fashion like Valentino and Valevette, but he does like to look nice and sharp. He also knows that Valentino likes a man in a nice suit.

"You like it?" Vox asks, his voice a little husky as he eyes Valentino's expression in the mirror. He looks hungry, sending a wave of heat straight down between Vox's legs. Valentino's finger traces the embroidered red V on the collar of Vox's suit collar, the same color as Valentino's wings, and he presses the length of his body against Vox's back, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

"I like it very much," Val mumbles, bottom hands tightening around his waist. Vox smiles and checks the time on his watch; they'll be late for their reservation if Val keeps this up. Not like it matters, they're the fucking Vees. The table will be held until they arrive. "You look sexy in black, papito," Val comments, stepping back and turning Vox around to face him. Valentino crosses his bottom arms and uses one of the top ones to tilt Vox's screen up to look him in the eyes, touch lingering. "the embroidery was a nice touch," his voice is a little breathy like he's getting worked up from just looking at Vox. Vox knows he's been deemed forgiven for their fight earlier this week. He could stop the whole date and take Valentino to bed, and all would be well.

"Only the best for you, Val. You know that," Vox smiles, grabbing the hand resting on Vox's shoulder, palm pressed against the embroidery, and bringing it to his lips to kiss. Val smiles, wings fluttering and antenna fluttering happily. Vox forces his smile to remain a facsimile of soft affection, hiding away the shark's smirk that threatens to take over. Val is so easy. All it takes to get Val back under his thumb is a few sweet acts and letting him feel in control. Vox would think it's pathetic if Valentino's cooperation wasn't his goal. "Shall we?" Vox asks, offering his arm. Val laughs and uncrosses his bottom arms to hook one around Vox's.

"We shall. Lead the way, amorcito," Val giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush, and Vox resists the urge to roll his eyes. He keeps a smile on his face and leads Valentino down to the limo. He holds the door open and chuckles at how Val's cheeks get dark. Vox plays the gentlemanly role, treating Valentino how he thinks he deserves to be treated. These dates always work to satiate Valentino's need for attention. When they fight, or Vox gets too busy with his games, Val will go off the wall, and Vox will apologize and grovel in the way he knows Val likes. Then, to show his "devotion," he'll invite Valentino to a nice restaurant, treat him to the best wine, and fuck his brains out until Valentino forgives him. Vox doesn't mind displaying himself; the more Val thinks he's in control, the easier it is for Vox to manipulate him. If Val believes he's winning their little game, it means he has no real idea of what's going on. So, Vox suffers on the empty masquerade and dances the steps he knows like the back of his hand. He pretends, lies, and acts. He gives Valentino just enough to keep him where he wants.

It's all so dull, but it needs to be done.

Valentino is so fucking easy, Vox lays a hand on his knee, and Val looks at Vox like he hung the moon and stars. He thinks Vox doesn't see.

[bigfatbimbo]

sub lucifer definitely pulls hair when you give him head. imagine the so powerful king of hell getting scolded because he can’t help but thrust up in your mouth and pull hair meanwhile you edge him

he is loud but when is about to come he stutters and whimper, throwing his head back against the pillow

HE IS A PILLOW PRINCE!! a pillow king???

(p.s: same anon that requested vox with mommy kink. love ur writing so much) ;))))

a/n — THIS IS THE REALEST THING EVER OH MY GOD! Also here’s a meaningless little smut drabble with Lucifer to make up for the evil atrocities i’ve written tonight.

“Lucifer, control yourself.” You pull off his dick with a ‘pop’ and gaze disapprovingly up at him.

He whines at the loss of your warm wet mouth, “I’m trying, please.” His eyes search yours desperately.

“Try harder,” you command, “Do you want me to tie your hands up?”

He shakes his head fast and whines loudly as you plunge down on his dick once again.

Tears fill his eyes as he try’s to contain himself. The desperate urge to do something overtakes him. To tangle his hands in your hair or to buck up into your mouth.

The tears finally spill from his eyes as he tries with all his might to stop himself. He’s the king of hell, hypothetically he should be able too.

But, then again, it’s been so long. And the way you’re bobbing up and down on his cock is fogging up his mind.

He couldn’t stop himself. In one swift movement, he thrusts his hips up into your mouth, making you gag.

Furiously, you slam him back down by his waist and once again pull off.

He whimpers and looks away, feeling his mouth wrinkle down and his face get red, followed by warm tears flooding rapidly  from his eyes.

Oh how he hated you being mad at him. You crawled towards him on the matters and sat on his stomach, just missing his aching dick.

“Please, ‘didn’t mean too, mommy, please,” Lucifer choked out pathetically. 

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Luci,” you hiss, earning a whimper from the man below you, “If you want my mouth back on you, you’ll just have to earn it.”

“What do you…” Lucifer began, before seeing you get up and understanding what was about to happen, “Oh god, yes of course. Anything, mommy. I’ll do anything.”

He rambled on dumbly as you lowered your pussy onto his tear-stuck face. 

“Earn it back, Luci. Be my good boy,” You say, beginning to ride his tongue. 

He lapped you up, eagerly trying to make you feel good so you’d forgive him. From the sound of it, his plan was working.

“Good boy, sweetheart. Just like that. Keeping going,” you sigh contently, picking up the pace.

You hear Lucifer moan softly from underneath you, and his hands rose to clutch your thighs.

“Making mommy feel so good, baby. My good boy,” you mutter sweet nothings as you feel your climax building.

Lucifer’s whines from beneath you were becoming hard to ignore, along with the bucking of his hips from the other side of the bed.

Although, he was making you feel good enough. You decided not to degrade him for it. 

He happily sucked at your clit, earning a long drawn out moan from you.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, Luci. My beautiful pretty boy—“ Your words are cut short.

Lucifer’s moans reach their peek as he climaxes untouched. Your hips stop moving and you pull off.

At first he’s confused, as if he doesn’t realize what he’s done. But then, his face wrinkles up and he lets out a desperate, apologetic whine.

“I didn’t—“ He tries.

“Oh but you did,” you say simply, “You dumb whore. Couldn’t stop yourself, could you?

He shakes his head and kicks his feet, tears beginning to fall once more. “Please mommy, I didn’t mean it.”

“That didn’t stop you, huh baby? It’s clear you didn’t learn your lesson,” That earns a cry from Lucifer, “Now, mommy has to punish you. Because that’s what happens to desperate sluts.”

You get off the bed and retrieve ropes from a nearby drawer. Lucifer looked absolutely horrified at the sight and whined uselessly.

“Now, sweetie, you don’t get to touch me at all,” You grin maliciously in his direction.

This was going to be fun.

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Another Vox enthusiasts I see? Well if I may...

Vox with a GN Hacker reader who was turned entirely digital after manifesting in hell. They don’t even have a physical form they’re completely stuck within Hell’s databases, their skills are obviously useful to him so he offers them a place on the team which they immediately accept on the condition that Vox makes them a vessel to inhabit because holy shit are they going stir crazy.

I’m not entirely sure how Vox’s abilities work but given he can at the very least project himself onto screens and the like I get the feeling that he’d plug himself into the system whenever they talk. Mostly because it keeps them grounded, they’re alot calmer when he’s actually next to them and not looking in through a screen.

I hope this didn’t get too wordy or long I just wanted to be thorough because I have massive brain rot for this techno mf-

Take your time with this request! Kisses darling <3

-📽

Dude, does anyone else remember having Shimeji's or that internet episode from Fairly Odd Parents? Cause that's what I'm about to write!

Digital Pet [Vox x Digital Reader]

When you first manifested in Hell, you were completely unaware that you had ended up in Hell itself. Because instead of manifesting in the overcrowded circle designated for sinners, you instead found yourself in a digital landscape. Countless screens surrounded you like a million portals. You could see the different shapes and sizes of the devices being used in hell and could even alter whether or not you saw what was being displayed on the screen or what the screen could see itself like a window to Hell.

At first, you had a massive meltdown. From what you could tell, you were the only one in this digital Hell custom-tailored to leave you isolated despite having access to every device in Hell. You wondered what you did to deserve the extra punishment layered on top of not being good enough for heaven, especially since you hadn't done anything particularly evil when you were alive.

You lost track of how much time passed. You entertained yourself by jumping from system to system. You'd watch shows that sinners binged, and you'd watch the city from large advertisement screens that overlooked the sinner's circle of Hell. Anything to stave off the loneliness.

One day, that all changed when you felt an electric buzz make the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You heard the voice of someone swearing and immediately pulled yourself away from the screen you had been sticking your nose into. When you turned, you saw another demon who was still sparking with some bright electric energy as he dusted himself off.

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other in shock. As far as you and Vox knew, you were the only ones who could access the digital realm of Hell's database. Vox is immediately wary, but you are thrilled as you approach him quickly.

"H-Hi, oh my god!" you breathe as you look him over. He didn't look new to Hell, but you had never seen anyone else in the same pocket of space as you before. "Did you just die? Have you seen anyone else? Did you just get here? It's been so long since I saw another person that wasn't on a screen!"

Vox blinked as you rapid-fired questions at him. He looked you over as you rambled something about the irony of his face being a screen when he finally shook his head and held up a hand to stop you.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," he started. "What are you talking about? How are you even here? No one else should be able to traverse through the database of Hell but me."

Vox's interest only grows as you explain your situation. "I see," he hummed as he looked you over with new intrigue. "I wonder if you have similar abilities to mine and just got caught in the in-between..."

It was easy enough for him to lure you into a deal. The sheer amount of panic you expressed when he pretended he was going to just leave you there was hilarious at the time. In exchange for you "surfing the web" for him, so to speak, he took you on as an apprentice of sorts. Vox trained your abilities and helped you hone your magic. While you had every hope of one day figuring out how to manifest in the physical realm the way he did, Vox cleverly avoided any pursuit of the possibility.

He liked having full power over you and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to grow attached. While you hadn't learned anything about manifesting physically, you had learned how to appear on his screens. He'd never admit it to you out loud, but he found the tiny image of you running around on his devices and talking with him to be pretty damn adorable.

Despite his manipulation, the two of you actually slowly became friends. He found himself genuinely proud of you whenever you popped up to show him something new you had learned. There was a weird warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when you would bounce with excitement at your new discoveries.

Sometimes you'd ask him to play a certain show or song for you. Even after you learned how to control inactive devices so you could look up anything you wanted, you still liked to ask him to play things for you just so you could watch them in his presence. You'd send memes to each other and Vox had to quickly excuse himself when you sent him a crudely drawn image of Alastor slipping on a banana peel while he was in the middle of giving a presentation at a meeting.

Vox was emotionally constipated, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that the warm feeling in his chest was growing and he knew you were the source. He clutched his chest as he stepped into his lair and saw you sleeping on his desktop toolbar, waiting for him to come home after a long day at work. He had promised you that you'd watch the new episode of a show you'd been watching together, but his gameshow had run late.

He sits down with a sigh and traces over your sleeping form, feeling something twist inside of him as his claw only met with the cold, flat surface of a screen. He wondered what it would be like to hold you. To touch you. To have you in his arms while the two of you lay on the couch while you made him watch stupid shows instead of...

"Fuck," Vox whispered to himself as he pulled away from the innocent image of you. He clutched his face as he slumped forward in his chair. He had a decision to make.

And so do you, dear readers! I want to make a part two to this, the real question is:

[soulfulazrael]

I feel like Viv has this issue where she can't make her villains unique from each other and assuming they had unique traits at the start, they get lost over time.

Val should at least keep the intimidating presence and whilst I'm not against him having funny moments, they should be few and far between. I'm honestly confused how people say Val has complex characterization for an abuser when his personality can be summed up as abusive rapist asshole. He isn't even nice to his friends, he throws shit at Vox despite him not even being the target of his anger and is willing to mess up one of Velvette's models, inconveniencing his fellow Overlords with zero remorse. Val has like zero charm, he legit licked Charlie within five seconds of meeting her. I'm not asking for Val to be sympathetic(Lord knows Viv would screw that up) but could you at least make him unique and not have him be a joke half the time he's on screen? That's ignoring how the Vs barely contributed the storyline overall and honestly should've either been removed or been the antagonists of season 1.

I mean when you think about it what is the main difference between all the abuser villains that Viv has made? Seriously. Think about it.

Stella. Crim. Val. Mammon. Adam (you know, father of humanity which he abuses I guess). All of them are... the same. Seriously. All of them are the exact same character. All dumb, all disjointed where the show doesn't know whether to make them serious or a joke. All have little to no motivation. All are as thin as a piece of toilet paper. All are evil to the point of Micah and Erebus going "THAT IS NOT SUBTLE ENOUGH" and dumb enough to make Team Rocket look competent.

Really the only difference between all of them is who they abuse. That's it. That's all. They are

all

the

same

character!!!

That is big part of why I do not like Val... Or many of Viv's antagonists. They are the same boring, uninteresting trope. It's amazing in fact how much she repeats this. And all of those are either connected to Daddy Issues or Relationship Issues. Two things Viv seems to care to write about. It is very annoying.

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 5/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Shirtless Luci omo

Leviathan in my head is the green and gray guy from that one picture Luci has in his workshop. The one that looks kinda like an inverted him.

I wanna say that Zestial's dialogue was put thru chatgpt cos English is not even my first language, ain't no way in hell I'm doin that manually kalsjdlka

This took me too long to write. I miss writing Belphegor's dialogues.

Likes, Reblogs, And especially Comments are soooooo appreciated &lt;3 <3

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Lucifer's show and tell earned him looks varying from worry to disgust.

Lucifer: This is done by something ancient, as old as God himself. It was the reason for the First Heavenly War.

Asmodeus: Wait, Lucifer. Are you telling me this is Roo?!

Mammon: Bloody hell, didn't we seal that bitch for good?

Leviathan: Luci, are you sure?

Lucifer merely looks back to Belphegor.

Belphegor: Very. Although we casted a very powerful seal, her energy sometimes leaks out. Nothing major.

Beelzebub: What makes this different?

Belphegor: I.. do not have an answer to that as of now. We can attempt to cast a seal again but the power of the Sins will not be enough. We need every bit of high power Hell has.

Lucifer: I wouldn't have called you all here otherwise.

Zestial raises their hand to interject.

Zestial: Prithee, pardon, my liege. But who be this Roo thou dost mention?

Lucifer: The Root of All Evil. Don't know how it came to be in the first place. In the war, it got weakened enough for God to banish it to a dark pit that is now Hell. But after I gave humanity the fruit of knowledge... it regained power. The Sins and I barely managed to weaken it again to seal it below Sloth. We were incapacitated for a long time.

He catches his daughter's eyes.

Lucifer: It took each of us close to a century to recover.

Carmila: If I may, your majesty- us overlords cannot afford to lose our power- especially for as long as you said.

Zestial: Carmila speaketh true. Thou art the loftiest powers of hell, sin incarnate. And his majesty hath the blood of angels. If it hath drained thee so deeply, envision its effect upon a mere mortal soul.

A certain TV overlord let out indignant laugh.

Vox: Are you serious? You think we'll let ourselves lose power for this shit show?

Paimon: You would think before you badmouth your king, sinner!

Lucifer moves to sit on the table, propping up a leg to rest his elbow on. He didn't bother to button his shirt back on- these demons can use the reminder.

Lucifer: You can do whatever you want. I gave you free will, didn't I?But, do remember- death reaps from the bottom first. You are free to go as you please.

The Vees stand up first, muttering curses under their breaths.

Valentino: Ugh! I knew we shouldn't have come. A waste of fuckin-

The moth overlord was cut off by his own screams the moment he passed through the door.

At the same time, Angel Dust doubled over, hand clutching his throat as he coughed violently.

Husk and the others went closer in concern, willing Angel to breath slow while also asking him what's wrong.

Valentino stops screaming as he is held by Vox and Velvette. The Goetia's look on in curiosity while the other sinners all stood up in surprise.

Angel, still holding his throat, gasps.

Angel: No way.

Husk: Angel?? Are you okay?!

Angel let out a single chuckle that slowly turned into maniacal laughter.

Husk: Kid, you're scarin' me.

Angel: I'm free.

Husk: What?

Angel: I'm fuckin' free!

Angel continues to laugh some more while the sinner put two and two together.

Valentino: What the fuck did you do?!

The overlord shouted a the king.

Lucifer: Oh right! So that's what I forgot.

The Sins began to snicker behind their King as Valentino become even angrier. The rest of the overlords who were planning to leave as well are now rooted in place.

Velvette: You can't just do that! You said we could leave! The fuck happened to free will?!

Lucifer: And why not? You all can leave and not help. I won't stop you. But I am gonna be taking all the soul contracts you have. A small price to pay for staying in the safety of your own home while we risk our lives, no?

The lights of the hotel began to flicker as the aura around Lucifer and the Sins darken, 7 pairs of glowing menacing eyes and smiles show.

The entire room freezes, petrified at the horrifying image they are seeing in front of them.

Lucifer: Or did you forget?

The Devil grins.

Lucifer: You're in my house, bitch.

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Might not update over the weekend. Most likely Monday again!

What to look forward for in Part 5:

Satan: Even with all of us, you know it won't be enough. Unless.. Can you even find her?

Lucifer: I don't know.

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

So... we know how Vox and Velvet met, but what about Vox and Val?

(Sorry if already answered)

-🐲

Okay, honestly? I don't have a strong headcanon about this. I mean, I like the common fanon that they've just met because Vox wanted to do business with Valentino when he noticed he had become powerful enough to make a good ally. BUT, I had a thought after posting this and writing about Valentino's life.

It's still kind of a work in progress when it comes to details, but what if Val was unhinged enough to actually kidnap Vox? When he was still a rising star, not an Overlord yet. He had already owned some establishments, did his research on who has money and souls, and might be a good victim. He got himself some angelic weapons and just one night snatched Vox from the club. We know it can be done; we saw Striker kidnapping Stolas, who is way more powerful than Vox.

Val's initial plan was to torture Vox until he signed off all his money and souls to him and then let him go (assuming that Vox wouldn't then be powerful enough to seek revenge). But when he started, Vox was basically like, Joke's on you, I'm into this shit. You can kill me, but I won't give you anything. This honestly captivated Val. Vox turned out to be way more interesting and sexy than he had thought.

Vox was obviously scared shitless - he wasn't ready to die; he just played tough. He was also incredibly furious because no one had ever tried to pull off shit like this. Yet, for the same reason, he was really impressed by Valentino's boldness. Being completely stripped of his powers, he decided to talk his way out of that situation.

So, they started talking, and it was pretty much a speedrun from enemies to lovers. They both realized that under other circumstances, they might have even become friends. After a very intense night of weird bonding over being incredibly evil and flirting, Vox offered Valentino a deal: He would not seek vengeance for this situation and would make Val his business partner if Valentino let him go. After some negotiations, they included the part about never using angelic weapons against each other.

As soon as Vox was free, they immediately fucked on the floor of some godforsaken warehouse because apparently, this whole situation was a major turn-on for both of them.

So, yeah, that's the idea. Maybe one day I'll turn it into a proper fic if people like it sksksks

[voxtechemployee]

for as many characters as you can stand writing in one request,,, what are the guys in hazbin weak to, like in a partner?? if that makes any sense ahah

i saw your second ask that specified you meant to have hazbin AND helluva, and i can definitely do that for you! this'll be fun! i did omit some though to keep it,,, not dramatically long LMFAO (also, bear in mind that when there's more characters, i'll end up writing less for each to make sure the response isn't a million miles long lmao)

☄. *. ⋆ ALASTOR he is weak to a good sense of humor and very obviously, intelligence. physically, he doesn't have any requirements. alastor tends to focus on who you are, rather than how you look. ༊*·˚ LUCIFER he wants someone kind at heart - evil on the surface is one thing, but at his core there is still genuine good. physically, he prefers a much taller partner than himself and honestly, a nice ass is always welcome. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ANGEL DUST he wants someone who can keep up with his flirtatious jokes and playful banter. he appreciates someone who is willing to simply listen to him when he needs to get shit off his chest. physically, he is into men and men alone, so a thick cock is quite nice, preferably average in length. but he also really likes pretty eyes. ➶ ｡˚ ° HUSK he needs someone strong enough to shake him out of those depressive swings he gets into, but also someone gentle enough to just hold him sometimes when things get to be... too much; and someone who will be able to know which of the two options he needs in on a bad day. physically, he's honestly not that picky. : ̗̀➛ VOX he has to have someone that can handle push and pull - he likes obedient partners, but he also likes having to correct them when they go off the beaten path. physically, he likes having a partner that is fit, and if not fit, at least pretty to look at. ⋇⋆⋆⋇ BLITZO .... fuckin' christ, you have a lot to handle with this idiot. he's repressed, thinks he's unworthy of attention from those who love him and will push you away at every opportunity. he's afraid to lose the ones he loves more than anything else. physically, he really likes partners who are well-endowed in general. ◇◆◇ STRIKER personality-wise, he's got a lot of unspoken trauma. he's mentioned that he's lost everything because of royals, and i personally hc that means he lost a family somehow. so he's going to need someone patient and willing to handle some distance while he slowly gets used to being loved again. physically, he's definitely more into those who are physically fit and powerful.

[nahokura]

"more realistic" vox fic? 👀 sign me up

im curious as to how he'd really react teehee :>

Vox finding out that his s/o self harms

The "in character" version?

Warnings: Vox being pissed, Vox being Vox, Vox shouting at you, toxic relationship?, sh, he has a soft spot because I can't write evil characters

No gender mentionned.

• Vox couldn't find you on the cameras, he groaned in annoyance, sipping his coffee.

• He just assumed you were in your shared room since it was the only place where he hadn't set up cameras.

• He saw you on the floor, crying with your thighs against your chest.

• He felt his heart tighten when he saw your bloody wrists.

• He quickly knell down and took one of your wrist fiercly, avoiding carefully the scars.

• We all know he hates people putting on tantrums, so you're lucky he loves you.

《What the fuck is this? What would even cross your dumb brain to make you do this?》

• The one who made you feel like this would probably never see the "light" again.

• If you did this only because you felt the need, his head would glitch.

《What do you FUCKING mean?! Are you stupid or something?! You have ME to talk to, and you decide to harm your FREAKING body?!》

• You never dared to disturb him during his work tho, he would always get mad when you just call him to know if he's okay.

• He kept sighing and groaning while putting bandages around your wrists, he wasn't being soft about it, but he wasn't being rough either.

• would check on your wrists everyday.

• He doesn't trust you when you say you're alright.

• He doesn't have time to reassure you.

• However, he gives you quick kisses on your forehead before going to bed or leaving the morning.

• He honestly just doesn't know how to stop you from self harming.

《Don't do it again, I already have enough problems to deal with.》

• He doesn't mean it, I swear.

• Spams you with "how are you" texts even when you say you're alright, but when he's with you again, he doesn't say anything about them.

《I love you》

• He say those by text or around you, out of the blue.

[estinesstories]

Hi, I just stumbled upon your page and was wondering if I could make a fanfic request?

The request is as follows: Platonic Vox & GN!Reader who's rational, calm and level-headed but also playful and snarky at times.

Basically, Reader is a teenage sinner (17-18) who made a deal with Vox and works for him as an assistant. Reader is kind of like the voice of reason whenever Vox has impulsive outbursts, and either goes along with his evil plans or banters with him about them if they're super ridiculous. Reader is probably the employee Vox is closest to and whom he trusts enough to even vent to (especially about Alastor). At one point, Reader casually reveals their age and Vox is just like "holy shit you are a ki-", and becomes more protective of them. Even going as far as to threaten demons who so much as curse at them ("hey that's MY employee, only I can do that")

After a while, Vox and Reader get kind of a parent/child type relationship, they still get on each other's nerves but are there for each other when it's needed.

If you don't want to write this, that's completely alright, you can just ignore it!

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚! 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩/𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮. 💗

𝓘 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽!

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩!𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙆𝙞𝙙!𝙂𝙉!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮/𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙙/𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 💗

(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀! 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 💗)

“I mean, what does that chicken-legged mule deer have that I fuckin’ don’t?” Vox complained, claws barely managing to not tear his desk into a million pieces for the fifth time this week. You only rolled your eyes and pulled your VoxPod closer to your chest.

“I don’t know, sir, but you need to calm down. You’re gonna fry your circuits again.” You tried to reason with him.

“But it’s such BULLSH-ZZTIT-IT!” He growled, opting to only slam his fist into the desk instead. You sighed and tapped away on your device, clearing up the night on his schedule. He whined, like a small child, as he contemplated his choices. “What if… I blow up that little hotel of his!”

“No offense, sir,” you started, glancing up at him as he finally turned in his spin-chair to face you with narrowed eyes. You continued with a deadpan expression. “But that’s a stupid idea. We have already confirmed that hotel has a magical force around it, and it’s ruin your reputation if you killed the princess.”

You were a bit surprised when he didn’t moan and yell in your face, instead seeming to take your words into consideration and taking a moment to think. When his face lit up (a bit literally), you raised a brow.

“So then we’ll just kill him, instead. Silently, of course…” He grinned menacing and straightened his poster along with his tie as he looked to you for your final opinion. You looked to the ground in thought, then to his schedule.

“If we grow a bit more in power in the next month, and redirect the public’s attention back onto us entirely instead of the Radio Demon…” you mumbled to yourself, carefully considering your options. Finally, you looked to him with a dark gaze. “Then of course we can.”

The TV demon guffawed in victory, his excitement flying through the roof as he jumped around the platform. As you watched him, you rolled your eyes. Suddenly, taking your eyes off him, he picked you up by your shoulders, causing you to yelp a bit.

“V- Sir!” You stuttered, trying not to drop your VoxPod from the height. Vox only chuckled and put you down gently.

“Oh, whatever. Call me Vox when we’re outa the public eye.” He waved his hand at you absentmindedly. On the high of an undefeated football team, he suggested, “We need to go out to drink tonight!”

“I knew you were gonna say that, I already cleared your schedule.” You smirked, reaching out to pick up the messy papers that fell on the floor during Vox’s tantrum. Vox hand stops you and picks it up himself. “Nuh-uh-uh, you’ve gotta come along too.”

“Really, sir?” You almost beamed, smiling softly.

“Yep! So you’ve gotta clear your evening up as well.” He declared.

“Damn, I’m lucky this is hell, so I can probably drink.” You thought out loud, earning Vox’s attention again.

“What? Why wouldn’t you be aloud to drink?” He rose a brow; had you stollen something from the bartender they always went to? Or maybe one on earth?

“Oh, I’m 17. And, you know, if it wasn’t hell, I wouldn’t be able to go to the bar with you.” You stated, tapping away on your device again before looking at Vox once again, who only stood there wide eyed.

“Wait, you’re a kid?” He pointed at you dumbfounded. You nodded before he laughed. “Hah! I thought you were just fuckin’ short!”

you rolled your eyes and went back to the screen you were tapping on as he thought out loud. “Wait, how’d you even survive this long? You’ve worked for me for around a year now… holy shit! You died when you were, like, 16?”

“Well, 15, but close enough.” You corrected half-heartedly. Vox was all but flabbergasted. Suddenly, the door to his office opened abruptly.

“Vox, why the hell did you cancel your whole afternoon?” Velvette complained, turning to you and pointing he finger your direction. “What the fuck did ‘e do?”

“Hey! Chill the hell out Velvette, and don’t swear at my employees, only I can do that.” He warned sternly, and you rose a brow in his direction. “We're going drinking tonight, tell Val.”

Velvette’s mood did a 180 as she squealed and left the room. He smiled proudly of himself and turned to you, where you were giving a “really?” look. “What?”

“So now that I tell you that I’m not over 19 years old, you’re gonna act like I don’t appear much less childish than you?” You sneered.

“Uh, ouch, you can tuck right off with that,” he waved you off. “And yes. I am. And you aren’t drinking anything heavy tonight.”

You rolled your eyes for the millionth time today, but smiled a bit to yourself. At least he cared.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩! 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜! 💗

𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚

[prince-liest]

I… oh my god. So much. Has happened. Bear… bear with me. This time i KNow its gonna be a long one. First of all, oh my GOD. THERE WAS NO BAD NEWS IN UR LAST ANSWER. HOLY SHIT. I see how i read into ur previous answer, that val is the only dumper, but yes what you described is EXACTLY the same flavor as what I was describing. It also works SO MUCH BETTER, OH MY GOD! “Vox managing to be the one to break things off at any given point in time hinges on him being able to frame his rationale as "anger" rather than "upset," the latter of which just gets brushed under the carpet of Emotions That Are Not Taken Seriously. [...] anything that makes him feel vulnerable or, ah, let's deliberately and pointedly use the word hysterical, is a pre-existing internal struggle that Valentino knows how to manipulate to his advantage. [and vox does not break up with val when he feels as such]” PRINCE IM RIPPING MY FUCKING HAIR OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! THTAS. THATS EXACTLY WHAT TF IM TALKING ABOUT. You just clarified that extra layer of “oh my god this is fucking perfect.’ also. ALSO. them getting back together being sappy makeup sex…. Oh my god. Oh my dear god. If it wasnt clear, i am a Heathen for voxval, too. If you ever feel inspired to write a voxval fic i promise you my firstborn. 

OHHHHHH  MY GOD IM SO HAPPY MY RAMBLINGS HELPED YOU WITH THE FIC!!!!!! TBH IVE RARELY BEEN THIS OVERJOYED. LIKE I COULDNT STOP GRINNING AND GIGGLING WHEN I SAW IT. FUCKKKKK. Also im fucking cackling that my actual impact was bringing vox to severe distress instead of a more angry and annoyed disposition. Like yeah,,.. Im here to make you suffer, baby. LOVE YOU VOX! 

Im gonna leave my thoughts for actual fic for another ask bc… yeah. I will spare you. - 🌓

Do NOT spare me, I enjoy these immensely. >:) Proof:

Very genuinely, I had kinda been squinting at the actual scene in question with dissatisfaction for a hot minute, so I was very pleased when your ask made it click to me what the fuck felt so wrong about it. So thank you!

Staticmoth is definitely percolating in my brain and I want to write something for them because, like you, I am also indeed deeply invested in them (they are my favorite ship very much alongside radiostatic, which is probably not obvious given I haven't written anything actively centered around them - but they're like the fucked up, evil version of MHA erasermic for me in this fandom because they Must be present in the narrative and also I love them). I haven't had any specific ideas good enough to turn into a fic yet, but I might just mash them all together at some point or, y'know. Go the Good Olde [insert wanking hand motion here] route!

[solluve]

luxiem school drabbles!!

I was vv busy due to exams and test huhuu, I still have a upcoming final exam

noctyx ver coming out soon !!!

modern school au but you lowkey have a rivalry in most of them!!!I HATE SCHOOL

warning; kissing/ mentions (belehg) long passage be warned, lowkey bad ass writing lmfao IM EMBARSSED

not proofread (yet) ────────────────────────

vox

You were terribly annoyed, you had every right to be! Once again, the embodiment of the devil had beaten you again for test scores, and he was shoving it right in your face.

"Really? A 85% y/n? Cmon, I seriously thought you could do better." His voice boomed in the hallways, you didn't even know why he had decided to follow you outside the classroom. Whatever goes on in the classroom, is suppose to stay. You had just hoped that the sea of people who block his view of you.

How did he even manage to get a higher grade than you? From what you knew, he'd simply just lean on his chair during class and break the dress code with those hideous flip flops. He wasn't even a teachers favorite! In fact, all teachers hated him, but all students had loved him. He wasn't super athletic, but he was decent at almost any sport the school threw at him. He just probably did it all for the girls and boys to fawn over. Who knows, maybe even a student had given him am extra study lesson in exhange for quality time or sports advice.

His tall stature gave him the advantage in the hallways however, despite your constant twist and turns around students and diffrent hallways, his pursuit continued until you reached your locker.

A loud slam erupted from the impact of hand to metal, and your head had shot to your side. One hand on the locker supported his figure, and he stared at you menacingly with a smirk ingraved into his features. Oh how you'd pay to rip it right off.

"Are you done following me, stalker? You won, whatever." You sighed and started to fumble with the combination code to your locker. You didn't understand why you were even nervous, you had no fear for this man at all, you just wanted him gone.

"Stalker? how hurtful y/n! But Besides, I'm not done celebrating. Don't you think I deserve something for my first ever win?" He boasted, you could still see the crumbled up paper that represented his test score smashed agasint the locker.

"I have nothing to give besides my congratulations. Now shoo." You peered stadight into his crimson hues, he was clearly amused by your defensive behavior.

"Well, I guess I should just claim my victory reward then. Every treasure needs hard work anyways" he sighed, and quickly cupped your face with his hands, smashing his lips onto yours.

Your eyes had sprawled in shock, not once during it did your body relax, but you didn't complain either.

He pulled away playfully, a crescent smile was painted onto him, it looked so much better than that menacing smirk.

"I dont remember that being a part of the war?!"

"You don't even remeber the test answers. 85%."

like he smashed ur lips onto yours, you smashed your leg up his

okok I'll stfu

______

shu (love this mf too)

How could you even compete with this man?! If vox was the devil, he was the angel. He was top of your computer science class, and it didn't even look like he paid attention either. Did he join this class just to show off? Or is this some type of help-failing-students-in-computer-sceince program he was in. Your dear freind had failed that class until they got tutor by the magical man, and all of a sudden they improved gradually! We're all your lectures never enough for them?! You were already a decent student in the class, you turned about an assignment or two late every month, but that was just it! So why did he have to show up and "out do" you in anything with such a nice persona?! There was something up, you just knew it. There had to be something sinister and evil about this oh so perfect shu yamino. And it was your death wish to find out!

And the only way somebody would start such a difficult mission is to be with the man himself.

"Aha, Shu Yamino, may I please discuss something with you?" You had asked right when the bell had rung, Computer science was your last peroid, so you didn't think you'd be bothering him as much. He had given you a nod to continue as he began to shut off his computer and collect his stuff, you had gone completely silent until he fully turned towards you with a questioning look.

Honeslty up front he was better looking than you had thought. You never came to realize his highlights in his hair, or the way his middle part resembled a banana more than you had made it seem to be in your head, longer yet slightly thinning hair as it went down adorned his neck and landed at around his collarbone. A v shaped smile and bright purple orbs had just combined everything together. You need to get YOUR act together too.

With a quick throat clearing and straighting of posture, you had finally spoke to your secretly worse enemy;

"I'm. Having...Trouble..?" Was all you can manage to put out. You could've slapped yourself in that moment, now he probably thinks your having trouble trying to form a simple sentence as well. But in response, a breathy chuckle emitted out of his vocal chords

"Trouble? Sure, on what specific topic?" Aha! He bought it so easily! You didn't ever think the nerd would be so easy to manipulate— no like seriously. It's concerning how easy that was.

"I'm having trouble on Algorithm." You blurted, honestly that was one of the most simplest stuff ever, it was honestly a requirement to know that before you took the class. You just sorta blurted it out. He had bought everything you had said so far, but he'd probably now doubt you. He knew you were smart, and knew that you avoided him like the plague. This was too obvious, it's better to abort the mission by no—

"Sure, when are you free? I can do today if that's sounds well."

oh.

"Aha! Great, I can do it.. at the Cafe nearby Lake ave..does that sound well?" Shit. It took all of your willpower to compose yourself. That was terribly unexpected, so much so that you honestly regretted everything. All you had to do now was wait until your doom.

You even forgot what this was all for.

You waited at the exact spot your proposed the idea too. A nervous wreck. You had to remind yourself half way what you were here for.

'Find the bad side of shu yamino'. All you had to do was act terribly stupid! Surely he would snap at you, and you'd finally find out the truth.

But here you were, shu yamino ever so patient. You had done everything! You asked stupid questions, you have fumbled with your paper. You even had thought about going to far lengths like spilling the mysterious drink he bought. You wonder what it even was, it smelled awful. For some reason however, the man never stopped smiling and holding his calm persona. It was a facade, you knew it! All it would take it a final push to break it down, despite everything you knew your were close.

With one more stupid question of repetition, he sighed and put down his pencil. Fianlly, you had succeed—

"Give it up. I know you."

huh? "Did you really think I'd fall for this? I know that your a good student, I just played along with everything. Right when you came up to me I automatically knee what you were up to! But, I enjoyed this date of ours very much."

Wait, date?

You were bummed and embarssed he had caught you, but maybe it was for good. Maybe your mission was just to get closer to shu.

and maybe you could mark it as successful.

________

mysta

How annyoing,, it was terribly difficult to work with that man! You prided yourself in making sure nobody had broken hallway rules, you were never annyoing when correcting and reminding people, but you were when it came to him.

Mysta Rias was not only one the schools pranksters, but the "make-yn-have-the-worst-day-everinator!" He'd constantly run in the hallways, sometimes even using school property to swing himself around like a parkour course! Like your math teacher isn't going to give you extra points becuase you jumped off the water fountain at a 90° angle. Maybe you can use your poor math skills to find out the damage cost of that same fountain.

And there he went again in the middle of transition blocks, shouts of students in discomfort as he pushed past them in a mocking manner. This time for sure you would catch him, you just...also need to push past the sea of people. In a action of haste you also discarded the murmurs and other children's grunts as you rushed past everyone, and you held a firm grip upon the brunette.

Finally, You had caught the mf! Now at it was left was to drag him to the principles office and stop his stupid antics. However, a kid with green eyes stared back at you with fear.

Wrong fucking kid.

The sea of people had cast out into there classes, you held onto the kid in total shock. This was so embarrassing!! YOU GRABBED THE WRONG KID. YOU HAD ONE JOB OML

You heard a menacing irrating laughter behind you, and you new who it fucking belonged to.

"LMFAOO, you deadass thought I was that mf?! Who do you think I am?!" A fucking idiot tbh..

In a mfing FLASH you had grabbed mysta instead, dragging his ass into the direction of the princapls office. He had chuckled on the way there..until he had relized where your actually taking him.

The cocky,, arrogant persona quickly changed into one of desperation.

"Wait, you can't take me there! That will be like my what, 15th visit?! Hey cmon, I thought we were freinds, in fact, more than that!! You can't just betray me like this!!" He had scrambled out of your grip and stood right back up, quickly grabbing your shoulders and putting you in place.

"How 'bout this, if you don't take me there, I'll reward you with..a kiss!"

you gon be a enemy of the state if he keeps this up

_______

luca

Where do I start with the Jock of the school. Definition of, "Bronze but no Brains." Infact, you were probably his brains. You tutored him a lot, much to the jealousy of practically everyone in the school. It was a pain to tutor him, it was like training a dog on how to play card games. He constantly tried to change the subject, and he constantly had tried to get YOU to work out with him. You were never interested in physical activity, you much had rather secured your diploma using academic skills. You honestly thought it was all pointless, you had to be terribly good at the sport to get a diploma, it was honestly heart wrenching to see kids go through it.

But not Luca, Luca had such a postive attuide, it was like he wasn't educated on how the world and school had worked. He believe everyone could get anything. Which is a good way to think about stuff, but it's not good to apply it to everything you do.

Luca had always told you the same exact thing however. "Try the sport! I'm sure you'll be amazing at it!" And you had always told him the exact thing, "No thank you."

You had repeated the same thing every time until it was his Birthday. The 10 of April, right when the temp began to rise into spring bliss.

"Its fmy birthday wish! That's all I want from you. No presents, gift, cake, nothing!" He shouted from across the study room, in which you angrily placed your finger to your lip in a an act to shut him up, but he still persisted.

You need to also teach him that presents and gift are  basically the same thing.

"Just try one sport, I'll be your coach! We can do it after school when nobody else is here so you won't feel embarrassed to fianlly move your noodle arms around!"

What a backhanded mf.

You had a headache from his nonsense, to the point you mindlessly told him 'fine' just so you could have a moment to yourself to recover. You had completely forgotten about it, until he dragged you onto the field.

You were already out of breath from running there, now you had to actually play the sport?! You didn't even get a pick! He immediately chose football. He chucked a football towards you, in which you immediately ducked for cover.

You both knew this was going to be a terribly long day.

Minutes turned into minutes, hours into hours, you had completely lost track of everything. You laid on the field in exhaustion, as he joined you a couple minutes later— for some reason. You don't remeber inviting him.

"So! That was fun, yeah?" You had groaned in response, but you wouldn't lie to him, it was terribly fun for once.

"Whatever, my body is going to feel terribly sore tomorrow."

"I could kiss it to make it feel better!"

punch him he has cooties

_________

Ike

He was honestly perfect, and honestly the most sane out of everyone. He was at the top of his class, and had his fair share of sports and extra circular activities. He put teachers to shame with his own knowledge. And that'd exactly where it had lead you to.

Somehow you had managed to get into a AP English class. You never knew why, maybe it was becuase they ran out of people and decided to throw in students who they thought they could do well, or maybe they actually thought you were smart! Option 1 sounds more realistic though.

Your class was assigned another essay to write, and honestly you were ar the verge of a breaking point. ANOTHER essay? You could've sworn you just finished one about an historical white man. But hey, who's keeping track? Your not even keeping track of the your cup of coffee that tipped off your desk.

A huge splash echoed through the class, and a damped feeling sunk into your uniform. Shit, did that really just happen? Your gaze turned to the cup of coffee that was fully ruined, and wasted among the floor. That was going to a pain to clean up.

But wait—that's not even the point! You don't care about how tedious it will be the clean up, you care about all the eyes on you and your uniform! This was terribly embarrassing, you didn't even know what to think, your mind simply went blank. The bi haired male started back at your from the other side of the classroom, and the teacher muttered something before going to grab the janitor. Your mind was completely blank, you could hear kids snickering amongst themselves. You didn't even feel like crying, you just prayed you were dreaming.

Amongst your frantic thoughts, a hand decorated in diffrent rings reached out to you. You had peered up to see the same Bi- color haired male, the same bi colored orbs gazing right back. He had a concerned smile, and he urged his hand closer, signaling you to take it. It was almost like he teleported from his seat to you.

"Your clothes, let's stop by the office to get another uniform." He muttered, and you gladly took it. You rather had been anywhere besides that classroom.

It was silent on the walk there, you were questioning a lot of things, but especially him. You could've sworn he didn't talk to anyone else, you saw him with a freind group once, but that was it. None of his freinds were in the same AP English class either, so it was werid why he was the one to offer to take you.

Maybe he pitied you that badly.

If only you recognized how he always stared at you in class, and it wasn't just becuase you spilled coffee everywhere that one day.

You were a nervous wreck, and he was for a completely diffrent reason.

──────────────────────── it's 1am I'm so tired I'll correct grammer in the morning 🫂🫂

[hypervoxel]

Need a vote on which version of this fic is the best to actually write, because I have three different versions of it and I have only written out the very beginning: AU concept is that VoxVal is an abusive relationship but Vox is in love and convinced that their problems can be fixed by Vox fixing himself. Therapy in Hell is awful, but there's this brand new project focused on rehabilitating Sinners, and it's gotten to the point where Vox is desperate enough to try anything but another lobotomy.

This is where the AUs diverge:

Option 1: what a fun time for Vox to learn that Alastor is back!

So, Vox pulls up a list of traits he needs to fix, and goes to the Happy Hotel.... only to find out that the Radio Demon is already there to laugh at pathetic attempts at being better. Just great. What a way to find out Al is alive: right after Vox had listed all of his personality traits to the princess of Hell and asked if she could fix him. Vox still doesn't have a better plan though. And the princess insists she can help him be better. He can give this thing a trial run, at least. Hey, maybe he can get closer to Alastor while he's here, if they don't kill each other first and get Vox kicked out. It was some personality flaw of his that drove Alastor away, right? He's not sure if it was him being overemotional, argumentative, or ungrateful, or inattentive, easily distracted, or self-centered, or forgetful or, or something else, but he's here to work on all of that. So... Maybe he can mend their relationship too. Maybe he can ask Alastor to join him again.

Option two: that, but evil.

I've seen a couple different people now complaining about the plethora of fics where Vox leaves an abusive Valentino and finds refuge and a healthy relationship in Alastor... Which just makes me want to write a story where Vox leaves an abusive relationship and Alastor takes in Vox but instead of rescuing him, he is instead just as abusive and manipulative albeit in different ways. Trading in sexual abuse for a different kind of toxic relationship. (x)

Option three: Vox gets to the hotel before Alastor does

This would mean that he gets there before Charlie has her interview with Katie Killjoy. It turns into more Vox as the hotel's benefactor. Learning the meaning of friendship!

Do you like clicking buttons? I like clicking buttons, so...

I'm overemphasizing RadioStatic in the polls because all of them will have me throwing my Angel/&Vox past ship that has sunk thoughts on it. Angel/Vox/Val is something I can talk about forever if I don't shut up out of embarrassment first.

[masterqwertster]

Fantasy 2 + the soulblooms au if i can add that on??

Fantasy 2: "You saw that too, right?" So it really doesn’t use the quote, but this is what I was inspired to write: People looking at that plethora of soulmates Bells Hells has and knowing that likely means Fate has Big Plans for them.

Gaze upon your Fate

There was much celebration in Hishari when Efterin’s child was born. After all, their great leader now had an heir.

An heir born with three soulmates that increases to five in a few short years.

It’s a good thing, Efterin tells himself. A large soulmate group is often indicative of a powerful Destiny. And what is reviving the Primordial Titans but a very powerful Destiny? Hishari’s success seems all but guaranteed with the many blooms upon Efterin’s, their leader’s, own heir.

(He does his best to ignore the burning jealousy he feels of his child. That he only blooms for his wife and has had to travel the world to get any acknowledgement of the great Destiny that is his)

___

Lord Wyvernwind looks upon his second-born son, healthy and strong as his first-born.

Unlike Cyrus, Brontë has seven soulmates from the start, rather than a more… normal one or two.

It’s not a terrible thing. Many soulmates often means a noteworthy existence, which can be… difficult for a second-born son of a high-standing family to achieve normally. So often the second-born lives in the first-born’s shadow, an ever present support that goes unremarked upon by most.

Though a part of Lord Wyvernwind does wish it was Cyrus with so many blooms. It would be a reassurance that the Silken Squall would be in good hands when it’s time for him to step down. A noteworthy leader is good, a noteworthy backup… just a little bit concerning.

But only time will tell whether Brontë’s blooms bode ill or well for the Squall.

___

Alma watches her boy practice with his sword in the yard. Orym is determined to follow Will (who’s following his father) into the Tempest Blades. Determined enough to practice what he’s learning even at home so he can be one of the best. 

It’s not the worst thing in the world that her boy wants to protect people, especially the ones he cares about. But, she worries about what Orym may be asked to guard against one day.

After all, eight soulmates is an awful lot for a fifteen-year-old. The last time Zephrah saw those kinds of numbers, it was the Voice of the Tempest herself. And just look at Vox Machina: slayers of the Chroma Conclave and saviors of the world by sealing away a newborn evil god. 

Any reasonable mother would worry about what Destiny has in store for her child with that kind of precedent.

Still, Alma will support her Orym as best she can.

___

Morrigan the Fatestitcher looks at the child left in her care, her new granddaughter.

The little faun is six years old and she has nine soulmates. It’s rare enough for a fey to have one soulmate, but nine? Practically unheard of. And special even on Exandria where most everyone has a soulmate or four.

More than that, Fearne is the child of a minor archfey Lord in the Unseelie Court purposefully born under Exandria’s Moon of Ill Omen. A powerful bloodline, a cursed birth. Such plans that were put in place for reasons Morrigan can’t yet unravel to make this child so. 

Yes, her granddaughter’s thread hums with all the possible Fates that await her.

She’s something special, Morri’s little Fearne, so it’s best to keep a finger on that thread and make sure no one fucks up what is hers.

___

Relvin watches his daughter run off with the witch from the woods and supposes it was inevitable.

Seven soulmates, and that witch is one of them.

He’s spent a long time trying to deny that his little girl has enough soulmates to be a victim of some big Destiny, but everyone has to wake up and face reality someday.

It just hurts.

Liliana left nearly twenty-five years ago because she saw that writing on the wall and thought she could cut it off by leaving and looking for answers about her, their, powers. Now Imogen is gone too. Maybe for that same search. Definitely because of the soulmate she found who’s not welcome in Gelvaan (and Imogen isn’t really either. Not after leaving as she did. …And maybe before that too, with her difficulties with the townsfolk).

All Relvin knows is that his girls are gone, and this blooming Destiny has got at least a little something to do with it.

___

Dancer sits beneath a jungle tree, bloody and sweaty and scared, as far from that godsforsaken mine as her tired legs would carry her. 

It’s not as far as she’d like, thanks to the fucking bloodloss of having her fucking arm hacked off. The hasty bandage she’d wrapped around it as she ran is already soaked through with blood.

They didn’t think FCG had it in him to attack anyone like that, much less their friends.

But folks can be deceiving, Dancer supposes. It’s what they get for waking up an ancient machine they have very little understanding of. Never know what someone else has built until it’s coming for your throat.

The worst part, she thinks, is that FCG has soul blooms. Seven different ones. And those poor fuckers are going to think their big Destiny is a good one. Dancer doubts it. Not with a monster like FCG in that group. And that’s assuming he doesn’t kill them first.

___

It’s unconventional to let one so old attempt the Hunter’s Bane.

The Bane is harsh, deadly. Not all who attempt it survive, and many of them are younger, healthier, than the old gnome they found turned in the Savalirwood.

But he has gumption, this one. Gumption and a mess of seven soul blooms.

Reviled as they often are for their sacred duties, the Claret Orders still serve the Matron of Ravens, and part of her Domain of Fate is soul blooms. How could they claim to follow Her if they did not heed the warning that this one was needed for some larger Fate?

So they give the old man turned new wolf the Bane and wait and watch, to see if he will rise stronger, ready to face his Fate.

___

Delilah watches from behind her vessel’s eyes as a ragtag little group of adventures, of soulmates (as if they will ever know what true love and devotion are), comes together.

Just a little bit, she is reminded of that awful, pesky Vox Machina. Adventuring soulmates, both them and this tentative unnamed group.

As much as she hates Vox Machina (and she loathes them for separating her from her Sylas again and again), even Delilah can admit that the group has had quite the impact on the world. 

So it is a little hopeful that her poor, naive vessel has come into her own group marked for greatness. After all, greatness need not be for the good of the world. And even so, there’s quite a lot Delilah can do with a bit of greatness to influence and command.

Maybe, after thirty tedious years, she’ll finally be able to collect the power needed to bring Him back to her side once again.

Yes. It will be quite interesting to see where little Laudna’s Destiny leads.

Also on AO3

[dontfuckingbother]

Overexplaining my hazbin kins etc

Favs:

Angel dust - his character growth heals my soul. Best thing that happened to me since i found 10 bucks on a street when i was ten.

Sir Pentious - i would die for him, i would kill for him. Either way, what a bliss. I love him i love him i love him i-

Love:

Cherry bomb - she’s an icon, she’s a legend and she is the moment. -1 for wanting angeldust to loose his streak, +1 for respecting his choices.

Husk - half of the time i was sure his name was Hastur (for obvious reasons). He was kind of annoying but turned into one of the brightest green flags in Angel’s life. His voice made me shiver in embarassing ways.

Lucifer - apart from giving Charlie daddy issues, he was perfect. I would buy rubberducks from him.

Nifty - made adam shut up for good, was cute and chaotic evil. I love her.

Velvet - YA GAT IT TWISTED. IM NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS MEW AATTITUDEEEEE

Like:

Alastor - just expected more from him. Tbh, its almost a love. 50/50. I have set a high bar for him after pilot and i do not intend to lower it down.

Vaggi - i call her veggi all the time. She had some plot twists, but overall she was fine. Her singing voice was not good, expected more from stephanie beatriz after encanto and all of that.

Valentino - he is abusive and i have daddy issues so don’t judge me to hard. Fuck him tho.

Neutral:

Ahh a category for those who did not enough to hate them and not enough to like them. Or made everything to love them and hate them simultaneously.

Adam - jackass, dumbass, mean bitch. I love him.

Carmilla - i don’t like her design, her singing voice was fine. Kinda annoying. I like that she was defending her daughters so much. OUT FOR LOUOUOUOOVE

Charlie - i wish she had bigger character growth. She was kinda annoying and kinda likable. She was fine. I think i like her. 50/50.

Emily - basically charlie 2.0. A little lazy design and writing. I like that she joined charlie on the iconic IF HELL IS FOREVER THEN HEAVEN MUST BE A LIE (would love to see her actually fall - in the best way possible) but as an angel it doesnt really make much sense for her to doubt institution heaven as much as charlie does. She is not a kid anymore, and she still kinda acts like one.

Tv girl - idk what to sat, shes got the spirit, but i dont know what for.

Lute - same as adam.

Mimzy - she was likable and selfish. Shes okay.

*drumroll* Dislike:

Vox - a pretty big disappointment. Expected more from him. He was okay, kinda bringing Vees together, but also he didn’t really add more to them. Disappointing:(

Zestial - disappointed, again. It seemed that everybody fears him, but the writers didn’t really give us as a viewer a reason why to. He was just sort of there, to move the plot ahead and let other characters do the talking and have impact on the story. Had really high hopes for him:(

[understandableparadox]

Shamlessly posting all my ramblings from twitter on here.

I actully like this show, not enough to break the boycott but enough to pirate it. anyways lets go through the quick list as this show has a range of good points and bad points!

1. Designs. I fucking love monsters, monsters are my Bread, my Butter, My reason for getting up in the morning, yet consistently i found myself disappointed in each of the characters and what they were supposed to be, for instance alastor and vox

these two are supposed to media manifest, alastor is the Radio demon, yet his apperance is more around overtly edgy homestuck troll with horns i couldnt draw yet and vox is giving pyrocynical avatar. their designs are muddied because the concepts are muddied. alastor is not only the radio demon, he is the "voodoo man", the circus, the entertainer, the deal maker, the shadow weaver, the puppet on strings, and a myriad of other resume stuffers that are not needed. there is more then enough. every layer fights each other for attention, the only thing left on him that even remotly represents the radio is his staff that modulates his voice to have a radio static filter and without it he becomes a normal deer esque demon. i do not thing its good design if i can remove one aspect of a charecter and ruin it. this goes for vox as well, though i give them more of a pass because fuck me, he really do be haveing a Television as a head. but once again if i removed that aspect, what else tells me he is the television demon? his tie has a singal symbol on it, he has kinda robotic hands? but not really because he has the exact same hands as alastor leading me to belive he is wearing fingerless gloves or gloves with color blocked fingers which is a werid additon.this is ontop of the annoynce i feel at knowing that one is a recolor of the other minus the heads.

2. the pace.

the story itself moves either way to fucking quickly, i do belive that it was good to end the story itself on a redemption but we dont get enough of pentious being an actul sinner and evil guy to feel as though he deserves the redemption. show us the worst traits of our guests so that we can see the progress they are makeing through out the season so that when they do finally do something heroic and selfless and make it to heaven, we the viewing audiance can also enjoy that unilateral feeling of satisfaction of seeing our fav be vindicated as a Good Guy. im not trying to woobify pentious, exact oppisate, i want pentious to have agency to be evil and i want him to have agency to be good. we get this Somewhat with angel dust as they start makeing concious decisions to better themselves, to extract themselves from things, as well as make awful fucking choices and do Bad Things because again, these are Sinners And Demons who are reaching for redemption and salvation, I do not think we should have seen heaven at all, the embassy? yes, maybe a court of angels in hell to consider charlies plan? sure, but we should have never seen heaven until a sinner could see it.

i think i just had those two but im Bad At Being Concise... anyways viv is better at writing gay people then she is at lesbians which fascinates me to no end.

[ace-robot-has-matcha]

Things I like and didn’t like about hazbin hotel

I watched it last night with my friends. My basic thoughts are that it’s pretty good.

!!THIS IS ALL 100% MY SUBJECTIVE OPINION ON ASPECTS OF THIS SHOW!!

Stuff I liked:

Most of the songs were pretty good, and of course the singing as well. The visuals for the songs are also very cool a lot of the time as well. Visual standouts included the vox song and the husk song

I’m still sad about the loss of the original cast, but I will admit that the new cast is also good. RIP Michael though. I still miss him in this show but he’s In everything now so whatever.

Vaggie was cool. She really felt expanded from the pilot version, even though I kinnnda miss her old design. The other new designs I got used to, but hers still strikes me as weird.

Niffty was epic. Honestly just like me fr.

This show made me come around to Alastor. Liked him in the pilot, but he was never my favorite (probably overexposure). But he ended up being a very goofy character, which I liked. The mystery element of what he was doing for seven years is also interesting.

I actually ended up liking the Vees. I didn't expect to like them lol. Vox is funny and has a cool voice, Val is cartoonishly evil (and scary at times so that's neat), and I never cared about Velvette before, but she turned out to be my favorite of the three.

One thing I really like about vivziepop shows is that she puts all those hidden text stuff in that you can actually pause to read. She does this in helluva boss, and she keeps up the tradition here. I like when shows do that.

So for years I've been calling him Anthony as a joke to lovingly bully him, and then it ended up being shown in canon lol. For some reason this made me lose my shit. Oh and also the angel dust stuff was really good too yeah yeah

My absolute favorite part was unironically Sir Pentious. This is mostly due to the surprise that he actually ended up in the main cast. I had no idea that was going to happen. I thought he'd be a sort of villain-of-the-week guy who sort of joins the party, but nope this goofy idiot hangs out at the hotel for the rest of the show lol. That was awesome. I never knew how much of his character I needed until now.

I'm pretty easy to please when it comes to television. I'm willing to excuse a lot of things, which is probably why I'm one of the like ten people who still thinks Helluva Boss S2 is okay. Therefore, there were only a few problems with these episodes that I actually didn't like enough to put here.

I really really didn't like Adam. His voice is good, his song is good but that's pretty much it. I don't even really like his design. He was just so irritating and unfunny. I know he was supposed to be annoying and unlikeable, but usually I still find enjoyment in those characters, and I just couldn't here. Case in point: Mammon is basically the same character but actually funny.

This is the only nitpick that really bothered me. Zestial is a cool character. BUT HOLY SHIT THEY COMPLETELY FUCKED UP HIS DIALECT. It happens a lot and it's so irritating because it does not take very long to look up the difference between thee, thou and thy. They didn't even change it to make it rhyme, it's just legitimately fucked up. This annoyed me way too much admittedly but it made me cringe in like every scene he was in, even though I liked everything else about him.

Yeah episode one isn't great. It's not very focused. This is kind of par for the course for vivzie shows though.

Spoilers I guess? I did not like the reveal of who killed the angel. It turned out to be some lady we just met five minutes ago?? It felt very underwhelming and made me angry. However, this one I'm willing to make my peace with because it's episode three, there will probably be a better payoff later. Hopium.

Write me an essay in the comments about why I'm wrong about everything or whatever. I'll read it and maybe adopt it into my perspective. There's probably other things I wanted to talk about that I forgot, but I don't care. Anyway I like this show give it like a 7.6 out of 10.