#A VOX IN THE VOID

[greatkittydream]

Jaune: hay ruby do you ever get hit with nostalgia.

Ruby: yes but I don't understand how you can get nostalgia about the war against the night lords.

______________________________________________________________Smokinotter: The night Lords were an army composed of necromance Lords and every Undead type imaginable they ruled through extreme Terror tactics. Unlike modern day worshipers of necromancy and death, they worship the dark brother God. or no better amongst them as the god of gold and the god of obsidian. ______________________________________________________________

Jaune: Well it just reminds me a lot of this one show I would watch as a kid. I remember the intro song so well I even brought it with me on a CD. oh I know we can watch it later. I have the whole first season With me. It's in my look box I keep under my bed.

Ruby: Oh that's a great idea. I can invite Yang Weiss and Blake and you can invite Pariah, and that ghost that keeps bothering you guys. It'll be like a sleepover. I can just imagine it now the hero rolling up and knocking out the mean night Lords before they could harm anybody like superheroes.

Jaune: Good idea you can even find some cartoons from your childhood as well. We can make it a night full of childhood memories, see for your sister has some as well. AND WEISS .

Ruby: oh you said weiss pretty Quick there are you trying to see if there's any childhood stuff you can use to woo her.

Jaune: w-whhat nooo… yes How did you figure out that we're supposed to be the same intelligence and I'm a dumbass.

Ruby: I'm a wolf Jaune, wolves are always clever on the hunt. Puffing her chest out in Pride .

Jaune: huf. Can you please do This for me. Ruby it wasn't my intention for it but you know it just came to me and I really would like to get to know her better.

Ruby: Why do you even like her so much she shut you down at every corner would make a horrible mate.

Jaune: There's just something about her. her headstrong defiance of her beautiful blue eyes. She's the type of person that doesn't let anything Define her or hold her back. Every time I've seen her talk and she acts like she has complete control of her destiny. I guess in some weird way I'm just jealous of her but that's also what makes her attractive to me she's just free I guess.

Ruby: … huh well I'm free spirited you know. ______________________________________________________________4 Hours later ______________________________________________________________

Yang: All right we have an assortment of childhood nostalgia guaranteed to bring back anyone from depression and talk about how good the old days were.

Weiss: I Fail to see how this will help us.

Yang: Because some of us had a childhood Beyond drinking blood that was thousands of years old or whatever you do and fighting my siblings to become the heir of a company.

Weiss: Do you have any idea how racist you just were.

Blake: ironic.

Jaune:  what your family owns a company.

Weiss turning your head to look at the full next to her.

Weiss: Are you for real right now. like really real are you that much of a fool.

Ruby: alright before you start belittling my underling let's start with pulling a show name out of a hat.Sticking her hand in and pulling it out it red Dragon Tales.

Yang: Alright I'm first. walking up to the assortment of DVDs they had laid out on a coffee table, picking one up and walking over to the TV which had a DVD player plugged into it courtesy of Jaune. everyone got to their seats Ruby plopped down on Jaune lap. Yang sat next to Jaune on the couch making sure he didn't do anything with ruby. Weiss Sat by herself on a single seat. Pariah sat on the other side of Jaune.  Blake laid on the floor flat on her stomach. and Ren was just sort of floating in the air.

2 hours later

Yang: Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales It's almost time for Dragon Tales Come along and take my hand Let's all go to Dragon Land.

Blake: You're Insufferable. I know we have the whole weekend to watch this but stillI can think of much better ways of spending our time. Like keeping Jaune magic under control.

Weiss: I think for once I agree with you. But I don't think that  country bumpkin is as scary or powerful as you say. What is more likely is that our head professor made some sort of bet that he can make a human strong and so he intervened making it seem like Jaune was that powerful after all the image of everything amongst the council. 

Pariah: Well there's no need to be so mean I'm sure Jaune is plenty strong. and while that does make some sense I still believe he can achieve strength Just look at Achilles after all. 

Jaune: I think we're getting off topic. here let's just pick out the next one. sticking his hand into the Hat as quickly as he can he pulls out Hercules by Bisney.

pariah: it's my turn. Oh I just know you'll love it Jaune it's a story about the hero Hercules similar to me except in real life he's a bit of an asshole. Oh I know you can come visit my family up in Mountain Olympus maybe even visit my uncle Hades I'm sure you'd like pomegranates there we could have some together.

Jaune: maybe some other time like during summer break. Maybe if we still had time you can come visit my family. We live up north Near a mountain range.

pariah: oh I'd love to meet your family. I'm sure we could have a lot to talk about (like a marriage contract).

Weiss: He said you live up north right. 

Jauna: Yeah.Scratching the back of his neck.

weiss: I hope you don't live too far the farther you go the more dead it gets. I'd hate to spend some time where trees don't bloom. Most of the wildlife you'll see is a mixture of Undead and dying.

Jaune: Does this mean you'll come visit me and my family. Jaune said with all the Hope in his voice possible.

weiss: no but if you have a stable Village up there there's lots of dust and magical crystals that can be harvested well necromancy is a rare Magic and it's Crystal's even rarer they are still widely used to bring the dead back to life such as Frankenstein's or recently deceased people you can make a killing selling those things. your family may be a profitable business venture if you have a stable community set up.

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Smokinotter: Frankenstein's as they referred to by the creator of the first one are a hodgepodge of creatures or humanoid Parts brought back to life usually sentient although they retain none of the personality of the people or creatures they are made up of. In essence they are completely new people whose life is dependent on getting new Mana circulating through them. to bring a Frankenstein to life you need a death Crystal which is concentrated death Magic. unlike regular zombies which are mostly mindless Drones with a little bit of death magic put into them. although the occasional one can regain their Former Intelligence and become “alive again” Although this is a rare occurrence and only happens to those with obscene amounts of magic power before death creating Liches. ______________________________________________________________

Pariah: anyway back to the movie( you fucking blood sucking Leech).                              

I don't care how far, I can go the distance 'Till I find my hero's welcome waiting in your arms I will search the world, I will face its harms 'Till I find my hero's welcome waiting in your arms.

Pariah: Isn't that just a beautiful song Jaune.

Jaune: yeah I can totally imagine you being someone's knight in shining armor.

Thunderstorm appearing outside 

Pariah: Yes….. me 

Blake sensing this is going. alright I'm next.

Ruby hey we didn't draw your movie out the Hat.

Blake: Nor do I care to do this stupid quote tradition you do. standing up and walking over to a collection of DVDs that are slightly smaller now she picks Mulan.

Blake: This is the animated movie we will be watching and you will enjoy it.

Yang: Someone's feisty, what's wrong cat got your tongue.

Blake: Deep breath in deep breath out. No Now shut up and enjoy it.

Let's get down to business To defeat the Huns. Did they send me daughters When I asked for sons? You're the saddest bunch I ever met But you can bet before we're through Mister, I'll make a man out of you Tranquil as a forest But on fire within Once you find your center You are sure to win You're a spineless pale pathetic lot And you haven't got a clue Somehow I'll make a man out of you I'm never gonna catch my breath Say goodbye to those who knew me Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym? This guy's got them scared to death! Hope he doesn't see right through me Now I really wish that I knew how to swim We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon Time is racing toward us 'Til the Huns arrive Heed my every order And you might survive You're unsuited for the rage of war So pack up, go home, you're through How could I make a man out of you? We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

Ren: You know for someone who's all about equality this movie was an odd choice for you given the time period.

Blake: really I like the message it sends plus I also helps that most of our heritage stems from Mistral.

Ruby: It's my turn. Before any objections could be made she hopped up from Jonah's laughing with a skip and a Beat ran over to the DVD collection the Hat apparently having been long abandoned. Retrieving from the collection Halloweentown another Bisney product. 

Weiss: A childish movie for a childish person.  I suppose I'll go next leaving only the pumpkin left since ren came from a time before TV shows and movies were a thing. I'll have to show you all what class is. Wes elegantly getting up from her seat and walking across the floor without making a sound picked up a DVD with. The Phantom of the Opera on it.

Yang: huuugh boring  you should really get some better taste and movies.

Weiss: unlike you I'm refined and I'll not be wasting my precious time on something as foolish as an action movie.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find 'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside my mind Sing once again with me our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And though you turn from me to glance behind 'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside your mind Those who have seen your face draw back in fear I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear Your spirit and my voice in one combined 'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside my mind 'The Phantom of the Opera' 'The Phantom of the Opera'

Weiss: I hope you all learned something from this that fine Film Production will far exceed anything for the Mindless masses you all should thank me for the chance to learn this. A collective groan was heard from the group; the only ones who liked it were Ren and Blake.

Jaune: Well I guess it's my turn to walk up to his DVD. It's a strange thing compared to the others, no advertisement, no coloration, just a simple disc and a case  labeled Konrad Kerr's.

Weiss: That's a strange name and are you sure this isn't a pirated copy? One Wouldn't surprises me given where you come from.

Yang:  why is it a strange name for a movie granted that's definitely a pirated copy but still.

Weiss: well if you must know Konrad Kerr's. was the one who started the whole night Lord's War he believed that through fear he could rule an absolute power it's unknown what he was many believed him to be a lich a little son believed him to be a vampire all that's known as that he was an incredibly dangerous individual with sadistic tendencies comparable to that of demons.

Yang: Then it's probably some really old movie during the war about how he was beaten by a hero or something. How did this even come up by the way.

Ruby: oh well we were at the Museum and Jonah talked about how he got nostalgia and so we sort of spiraled out from there about watching movies and TV shows from our childhood.

yang: huh so this is what vomit boy listened to when he was little we 'lad.

Jaune: Yep I remember watching this movie over and over and over again my dad said it was his favorite. He said Grandpa even helped in making it.

Plug it in right off the bat this did not scream child appropriate but living so far and into the woods where grim and far worse can get you it's not surprising that children would not be exposed to the most appropriate media. and then it started although in the style of animation what they were exposed to was unfiltered Gore true acts committed by the night Lord's army.

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Boys and girls of every age, would you like to see something strange? All your nightmares will come true: the Night Lords have come for you.

We have come for you! We have come for you! Run in fear from the Lords of Night! We have come for you! We have come to butcher you! Maim and kill with bolt and blade and claw and fright!

It is time! Your lives will be through! The Night Lords have come for you.

am the one who has seen your death, ready to make you breathe your final breath!

I am the prince of the crows in the air, cower and run, or face me if you dare!

We have come for you! We have come for you! We've come for you! Come for you! Come for you! Come for you!

Rend their flesh, break their bone; death to the slaves of the Golden GOD!

It is time! Don't we love it now? Everyone's waiting for the next surprise!

Black eyes, claws for hands, gnawing on a dead man, something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream!

We have come for you! We have come for you! come for you! come for you!

Everybody scream! Everybody scream!

The Night Lords are taking wing.

I am the one that will tear off your face! Flay, slice and slash, then leave without a trace!

I am the 'who' when you call 'Who's there?'

I am the wind rushing through your hair.

I am a symbol of the Legion's might, filling the hearts of my foes with fright!

We have come for you! We have come for you! We've come for you! Come for you! Come for you! Come for you!

To all creatures everywhere, life's no fun without a good scare.

It's our job to frighten you; the Night Lords have come for you.

It is time!

Don't we love it now? Everyone's waiting for the next surprise!

The Dominus Nox will chop you into blocks, you'll scream out for mercy as he flenses off your skin!

We have come for you! Everybody scream! Won't you please make way for a very special guy?

Konrad Kerr's is Lord of the Lords of Night, everyone hail to the Dominus Nox!

We have come for you! We have come for you! We've come for you! Come for you! Come for you! Come for you!

Rend their flesh, break their bones; death to the slaves of the Golden GOD.

NIGHT LORDS: La! La-la-la! La-la-la! La-la-la-la-la! FOR CENTURIES

HAVE I LAIN DORMANT, AND NOW I RETURN...

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Throughout every moment of this song everyone saw every bit of violence from the generals of the night lords taking to the night to rip and tear their enemies to bits. to Konrad Kerr's himself appearing to men being Chopped into blocks begging for mercy as they were flayed alive. by the end of it Ruby was hiding under the blanket on Jaune lap pariah was hugging into his shoulder and genuine fear. Blake's hair stood on end at the back of her neck. Ren for the first time in a long time felt fear not for himself but for what could have happened to his friends if this were true and the Lord of night did return. Weiss for all her Elegance couldn't deny this man was absolutely a vampire of sorts, how else could you explain such an oppressive Aura after all vampires were the peak of evolution, the second closest being humans. Yang for all her bravado and all her tribes cruelty before she left to live with her father permanently never experienced anything close to this. all the while Jaune was singing along blissfully unaware of the true context of the song just liking the tune of his childhood show.

Jaune: Well that's episode one we still have a few more to go I think it was 29 more in total. Before he could make good on his words a blast of magic lit up from Yang's hand destroying it.

yang: oops sorry but after a while if not flexing I get a bit Twitchy. Hey I know how about we all have giant sleepovers you know like friends do. to anyone other than Jaune it was obvious she was scared to sleep by herself.

RWB_: Great idea/I suppose it wouldn't be a problem trying out common people's traditions/I've been feeling a bit more sociable. 

Blake: You know this explains too much about you how you are so unnerved about going to the school.

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righter hear and this was a bitch and a half to make and I want to say I am so sorry for how long it took to come out but I got strep throat and it only got worse as I try to write this along with hitting writer's block and playing video games with friends.

I'm sorry also let me know if I should avoid this type of writing in the future because this felt super cringe oh yeah also I own none of the Affiliated songs or products related to what I have put into here I am merely using them for references to Childhood songs in reference to how fuckt up Jaune was.

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[kasperl-ruprecht]

"A PROPPA KRUMPIN' FREE" - WARHAMMER 40K AUDIO

[telpelote]

He only gives cloaks to those he really really cares about, Keyleth. Really cares about.

Mid-campaign look with a closeup under the cut :)

[friendly-jester]

the end of the campaign when they've all won and it's just bells hells, the mighty nein, and vox machina sitting at a huge table at taste of tal'dorei

[jstardoesthings]

Gaslight ❤️‍🔥✨

Gatekeep ✨💅

Girlboss✨🎀

[romancemedia]

The Legend of Vox Machina - Romance Books Covers

[tahsta]

vexleth warmup 😌

[achickenslifeiscool]

It can’t be just me who thinks Scanlan Shorthalt is severely underrated- you can find loads of fan made content and just fans of the others in general, yet as soon as you try to find anything Scanlan-related it’s like scouring a barren wasteland, with only a few crumbs scattered here and there 😔

[polkadothop]

Okay am I going crazy? What happened to Diplomacy?? I was rewatching the new episodes of season 3 and I finally noticed that Percy doesn’t have a hole in his hand??? Like he wears gloves most of the time, but at this point we’ve seen Percy without his clothes multiple times this season (😏), I mean it’s possible it’s a gauntlet kinda thing and is removable and that the injury was healed later, but I thought that the point of it was that it was kind of like a prosthesis for when he shot his hand to get rid of Orthax? I mean he’s using it in the main Season three poster, but did I completely misunderstand what diplomacy was?

[kit-williams]

Home is where the heart is... so where is my heart?

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@the-californicationist (You might like Horus ((Before he turned evil))) @justeverythingnothingelse (Since you kinda asked for this)

tw: Smut, canon compliant breeding kink

Word Count: 2437 (6 pages on Google Docs) ((I use docs to check the word count))

As always thank you @squishyowl for the dividers

Horus at one point loathed to return to his quarters alone... when his Mournival came it made it feel less cold but that wasn't always the case and he would come back to the room alone. You helped keep it neat and tidy but Horus tried his best to fill it with things... knickknacks... the walls in far more private rooms had graffiti that reminded him of home but all he tried to do only made it feel like a parody.

No matter how close he got it to look like an old ganger hideout that he remembers so vividly... it lacks the feeling... the smell of bodies passing through... the appearance that someone else other than him has been there. You find him so very glum as you feel brave enough to try and ask your Primarch what is wrong and listen to his woe...

"Would... would you like me to help with that sire?" You offered and you see that he almost jumps with excitement like a dog almost.

"Um what would you propose." He says with restrained eagerness.

He no longer dreaded returning to his quarters as there was at least one other person! Not the size of a gang that he wanted to share a space with but... he had his mournival always around him so he could survive having at least one person around at all times. He got you to move in basically when the Primarch told you what he was so use to... he didn't like to live alone... sure he could sleep alone but the sterile living quarters or bachelors pad that it was made him go crazy.

You moved in full time just adding your touch to living there and it made him actually relax while he was there. You were on the large sofa sewing patches on your clothes... He could just get you new ones... though... one of those was your favorite blouse. "What happened to your blouse?" He said leaning on the back of the couch.

"Popped a button." You say as he looks at how one of the buttons over where your breasts would be had popped. Horus bit his tongue as he looked you over and indeed... your breasts had grown slightly sending a fire to his loins. Not only that just... just the fact you were here verses your own quarters doing your mundane chores; once he caught you here on your day off just relaxing and doing some sewing as you watched a drama on your cogitator... eventually he pushed it onto the large screen as the two of you sat on his couch watching tv as you were sewing what he later learned was a baby blanket for another serf... He remembers holding it and looking at the little animals on it... he liked babies... he babied some of his own sons... but they weren't his babies...

"Horus?" You say looking up at him as he was zoning out.

"Hmm? Sorry..."

"It's fine you're just staring at my blouse still... do you want to talk about it?"

"No... do you want dinner?" Horus put the blouse back down.

"Augh thank you for reminding me." You said starting to pack things up, "I finished cleaning-"

"Where are you going?" Horus says frowning.

"Back to my quarters?" You pause as you're surprised by this sudden line of questioning.

"Why?"

"I have to get started on dinner?"

"Just eat here." Horus says waving his hand.

You let out an exacerbated sigh, "My Lord-"

"Why are you getting formal on me?"

"Horus!" You say stopping him from continuing on and he looks at you... and you just let any annoyance leave you as you see him look at you with some look in his eyes that silently pleaded with you to stay. "I... Just.... You don't have anything in your fridge for me." You finally relent as he just gives you a genuine smile as you sit back down and return to sewing.

"I'll get something nice brought for you... we can always get ingredients for you to use."

"Your kitchen is huge."

"But your quarters are so far..." He whined before you could feel him suddenly beside you. "So... what if you got closer quarters?"

"If I lived closer?" You say as you were getting dangerously close to moving into the same quarters as him, stars above if that happened...

"Would you eat dinner with me more?" He said as his hands move over your shoulders, his large thumbs gently rubbing against the back of your neck and you just groan in enjoyment at the sudden massage.

"Maybe." You sigh out enjoying this. "Can I stay on your couch tonight?"

You can't hear the way his hearts jump or the restrained excitement in his voice, "Oh why?"

"It will be far too late and I'm not fighting a sea of second shift people leaving to get back to my quarters if you're also getting me dinner too."

"Of course I'll be a happy host you."

You wonder if this is what a noble who gets his undivided attention feels like as it feels weirdly intimate as food seems to arrive without you knowing... you had heard that he had wined and dined mortals before a bit before your time but... you move your stuff out of the way. But the food... the food was far too rich for you... far too good for your station... and yet you felt comfortable with how Horus ate like a commoner still. Oh he loved to relax as you had found him laying around with his men like a bunch of teenagers trying to expend as little energy but still get food into their mouths.

You don't know what happened... one moment you two were watching some horror and sharing food from your plates. How your lips bush against his fingers as he offered you to eat something as your eyes are focused on the predictable plot, "No bitch don't go in there." You say softly as you quickly burrow yourself into his side to hide from the killer that would show up.

"She's so fucked." Horus whispered but he was focused on you as you were hiding.

You hide your face in his side as the actress gets mauled on screen by the killer and he could feel your heartrate spike and he just soon pull you into his lap as you were watching through your fingers, "By the stars this is terrifying."

"I think the director is Nostroman." Horus said casually putting another piece of food to your lips and relishing the way your mouth moved against his fingers.

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight." You whined.

"You can stay with me." Horus says softly as you just mindlessly nod. The movie ends predictably... meaning that the killer might come back... and you lean against his chest just trying to dispel your fearful thoughts. "Did you really get scared?" He asks with some concern and you laugh and nod a bit.

"Its been awhile since I had a scare like that."

You feel his index finger curl under your chin as his thumb rests just below your bottom lip, "Good thing you have me to protect you tonight." Horus says in a husky voice that causes your breathing to hitch for a moment.

"My L-"

He cuts you off with a kiss, his hand groping the fullness of your ass as he carries you to the bedroom. Your clothes being removed piece by piece and you're in your underclothes by the time his foot closes his bedroom door. "You smell so good my little-" He cuts himself off as he kisses you hard. "Let me touch you darling... let me love you." He breathes against your skin and you moan.

"Horus... Horus..." You say spreading your legs wide as he pulls your underclothes away and his finger coaxes its way into the slick opening of your sex.

The restrained Primarch felt himself start to unravel seeing you writhe under him to his ministrations. So use to your presence he had become that the thought of you not spending the night any longer was driving him mad. You'd left your mark on this place, pictframes holding picts you had taken of Horus and his Mournival all the ones you had taken all of them being in such humanizing moments, a blanket you had sewn drapes across the back of one of the couches, your scent lingers in the couch cushions... it lingered in the air... it lingered how Horus needed.

"You'll be such a good mother." His gene enhanced voice dropped an octave as his desires were laid bare and he hummed approvingly as you clenched on his finger, your teeth pressing onto your bottom lip, as you covered your eyes with one arm whimpering as the lavished attention of your Primarch was an intense thing... and it did things to you. "You're taking my fingers so well my little wife... " He cooed into your ear, you wanted to ask what he meant by that but you also were pulled into the sexual fantasy so easily. His tongue tracing the shell of your ear, "Will you take my cock just as well?" He whispers to you and you whimper out a small orgasm as your walls clench around his fingers.

Horus pulled off his pants with such quickness you thought he had simply adjusted his position over you as he smears your fluids over his cock head. "Breathe." He orders and you obey as the sensation of his cock sinking into your sex causes you to exhale slowly and inhale sharply. Your small foot pushes against his chest during moments it becomes too much, his thumb making circles on your hipbones... Horus wondering how much more pronounced they would look on you after you had a baby.

Horus was utterly fascinated by the human body... and the way it shifts and will change to accommodate growing a life inside of it. Of course, your body would never be the same after having one... or two... or three... but the thought of you carrying something of his own making was utterly erotic for him. He sinks in more when you let him losing your breath as he bottoms out and you uncover your eyes just looking between your legs with wide eyes, "Oh by the stars." Your shocked voice shakes out as you weren't expecting to fit him, far to scared to see how big he was.

Horus chuckled softly, "Of course you would take my cock so well..." He looks down at you with such a sin ladened look that it causes you to be utterly flustered, "I seem to just..." He clicks his tongue thinking for a moment, "Have a good eye for people."

Your breath leaves you as he churns his hips and all you can manage out besides pleasured noises is his name. All the while the Primarch is whispering such lurid things in your ear; you honestly didn't realize that you might have a breeding kink as well given how he tells you what he wants to do to you in erotic detail. How he will just find a day to utterly fuck you silly and so full of his cum you'll look pregnant. How greedy he will be to suckle and lick your breasts when they start to weep... how this man can make it all sound so erotic... it makes you buck your hips back into his begging for him to give you what he is promising. Though in the back of your mind it dances how he calls you his, you are one of his menials yes, but the other how he keeps calling you wife....

You'll ask later as right now you're utterly lost to the way he fucks you from here to Terra only finally stopping when you're close to passing out to which he cums inside of you.... not that you're fully there as he kisses your throat... "Yes rest now my pretty little wife... everything... will be... care of."

You pass out not long after that the horror movie monster long forgotten as you sleep in such a lavished bed... waking up with your head on his chest listening to the twin beats of his hearts. You wipe away the drool from the side of your mouth, "Hey pretty girl." He says with a wink as his eyes darted from his datapad for a moment before looking back.

"The shift master is going to kill me." You grouse as you know you overslept.

"No he's not." Horus says amused.

"Well I guess not since I'm here to start my shift." You say with an amused snort. To which Horus copies.

"Really?"

"Can't be late to work if I never left it."

He lets out the most pleasing laugh, "Can you feel your legs?"

"Barely. So..."

"So?" He looks at you smiling.

"That breeding kink huh? You uhhh said some stuff."

"I certainly did say some things." Horus says with a smile as his hands move over your body grabbing the fattier parts with a possessive squeeze. "And I meant what I said."

You swallow as you were just a menial... not any of the pretty noble ladies that you saw in articles being friendly with the gregarious Primarch. You are soon on your back finally seeing the, once more, hard cock for only a moment before he kisses you but you were always a brave one... or perhaps stupid as you speak, "So... you want to start... something with me?"

"Did I lay it on too thick last night?" Horus says with a smile fully knowing what he said.

"Something like that my-" His hand squeezes your cheeks gently.

"None of that. No more hiding behind formality. Its a very easy way to tell you're trying to deflect. Try that again." He says as if he was gently correcting a child.

"I guess it was something like that... almost as if you wanted me for something more than a quick fuck." You force the unsaid words out.

"I do enjoy commitments. They make things more erotic for me."

You hesitate to ask about the wife comments but spin it in a way that might be able to possibly slow down the breed happy Primarch, "I... I suppose I can... um is this a way to ask me to court?"

Horus looked at you for a moment with a blank expression before it turns into his normal confident smile, "Something like that."

[merirat]

I am overtired and high on caffeine and seaweed snacks, so I'm about to blather on about Hazbin Hotel things for no reason.

I have been seeing many Thoughts™ floating around online about Alastor's self-reliance, the reason for it, and how this might affect future Seasons and it gave me Other Thoughts regarding Alastor and Vox that ate my brain.

Under a cut to save dashes in case I can't shut up.

So... there are a lot theories around about Alastor and Vox went from friends to two hissing cats in an alley, a lot of which are centred around the Stayed Gone line "He asked me to join his team. I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea." and yeah, there's probably something to that, especially with a compact eight episodes per season, but...

Suppose for a minute it was something a lot more insignificant than that. Not in fact, but on the surface. You get someone like Alastor who is — it has been amply pointed out — self-sufficient to an almost dangerous degree. And yeah, he has the background: mixed race, only kid raised by a single mom, had to work his ass off to get to where he is, very unlikely to be getting help or hand-outs, just as likely to be fucked over if there ARE help or hand-outs, prompting a rejection of those. Just... the whole nine yards.

His interpersonal relationships kind of reflect this too. He's friends with Mimzy, who's probably as unreliable as hell, but doesn't pretend to be anything else, which must be refreshing. Hell, she's probably even come through for him on occasion when he's least expected it simply because he knows not to expect it. He has a relationship with Niffty that can be described as father/daughter or mentor/mentee, but it's definitely one where he is in a position of authority and he'll ask her to do things within her purview, but no more and no less. Rosie is a peer and, at the heart of it, transactional. You can more or less depend on someone who's getting something out of you.

And then there's Vox.

It's often noted that Alastor prefers the company of women, but that doesn't mean he dislikes the presence of all men. There's some speculation that Alastor played mentor to Vox too, and that's quite possible. Here's this new media-personality type around with this newfangled visual approach and since Vox was middle-aged and died in the 50s, when television was only JUST becoming The Thing, he would have a more than reasonable knowledge of radio as well. Like maybe Alastor started out as kind of a mentor figure, the guy Vox went to for advice and assistance, but damn... this is a genuine peer.

But, like... you can't just go trusting people, man.

Alastor's trying to keep it transactional as with Rosie, but Vox isn't about that. He's the "we're all in this together" guy. If you're genuinely bonded, he'll back you up. He's got you. And that's just... not something Alastor can believe.

When enough people let you down, you can't even trust people with the small things, never mind the big things. When enough people don't show up for you, you start to expect it to the point where you don't even give them a chance. You ask for a small favour and when it isn't miraculously done in an arbitrary amount of time that your brain just suddenly decides has been Too Long, you assume you've been ditched, do it yourself, and never ask them again.

Who the fuck is Vox to break that?

And Vox gets it. Sorta. I don't think you can really get it unless you've been there and he's never been. But okay... Alastor's got trust issues. That's fine. That's a thing. It's not going to go away overnight. Vox can handle that. He just has to keep proving that he's there, that he's got Alastor's back. He tries to make it official... Let's join up. Professionally or personally, doesn't matter. Let's do it. You and me against the world. I totally mean that.

And Alastor can't. He just can't. And that's fine. You can't right now. That's fine. Door's open.

But, you know... it makes Alastor think. Vox is someone who's willing to put his money where his mouth is. Beyond transactional. He's willing to bet a formal alliance.

So Alastor is still in his Overlord hunting phase and he really fucks himself over. Maybe it's Zestial. Maybe it's someone he beats, but he fucks himself up doing it. Like, he's in a bad way. And cell phones aren't thing yet, but they do have radio. He could... He could call Vox. Right? He could do that?

Right?

So Vox, nascent Overlord trying to get his studio up and running, is having the worst possible day. Like, every bit of shit that could hit the fan has hit the fan and is spraying everywhere. And he gets a radio transmission from Alastor. Alastor needs him and it's... well, kind of urgent.

And here's the thing. When you don't trust people to show up for you, there is no difference between "broke my leg, but probably won't die in the next hour" urgency and "I'm bleeding out, this is life or death" emergency. Hell, even admitting urgency is a bit much because when you routinely (if unknowingly) sabotage any attempt to assist you, putting that kind of onus on anyone fucks with your worldview.

So Vox is all, shit... I have all this and Alastor too. Well, it's urgent, so I'd better wrap up and get out there.

And he does. Pretty quickly too. Let's say it takes him about forty minutes. Forty minutes with a broken leg is horrible, but honestly... with travel and no cameras all over the city to zap around... understandable.

Forty minutes when you're bleeding out is a death sentence. Even if you can regenerate, I don't imagine it would be pleasant.

So Alastor waits, trying to first aid himself. Five. Ten. Okay, fifteen minutes and things are getting bad. He starts to find new ways to stitch himself back together.

Twenty minutes pass and what he's always suspected is true:

If you don't do it, no one else will.

So Vox shows up just after Alastor has finished helping his own self and gets the coldest reception ever recorded. What took you so long? I thought you had my back?/Hey, I came as soon as I could. You said it was urgent./Well, I needed you right away./This was as fast as I could get here short of an emergency./Well, it was an emergency./I didn't know it was an emergency! Why didn't you say it was an emergency?/You should have just been here. Obviously you can't be trusted./WTF? I dropped everything for you, you prick!

Etc.

Vox thinks this is very unfair. Very unreasonable. And it is. It's very unreasonable because it's very irrational. But also, Vox can't see the extent of the damage. Alastor won't show it now. The window for that kind of vulnerability is long gone.

Hate is love gone to seed. You hate in equal measure to what you loved. Alastor's hate is cold and disdainful. He just mocks Vox at a distance. The more cameras show up around Pentagram City, the more places he has to be condescending.

Vox's hate is hot and volatile. More so because he's confused. He's being shut out for being too slow because Alastor was hurt, but aside from a bit of blood around the place, the bastard was walking around and acting just fine. What the hell is this treatment? WTF? WTF? WTF?

They do dust up at least once — where Alastor almost beat Vox (and I contend he just up and left the fight) — but most of their fighting is just via video. Vox jeers from the screens and Alastor smirks into cameras.

And then the failed extermination happens. And Vox is thrilled when Alastor gets his ass handed to him. Like, genuinely. He loved enough to hate that much. He's genuinely pissed when Alastor gets away. Very much so.

Except, sometime later, when the Vees are making a play for the hotel, or otherwise trying to consolidate power, he gets one up on Alastor. Maybe they fight and Vox has him at his mercy. Maybe he gets captured and Vox is just lording over him. Whatever. And Vox notices that Alastor has kind of a lot of blood on him for what's been going on. For the kind of fight... For being tied up... Whatever.

And he just... needs to know. Because it's off. It's not right. And what he finds out is that the wound Adam gave Alastor hasn't healed. Not completely, or maybe not at all. Alastor's stitched it together with wishes and prayers and those don't hold so well.

And Vox wants to keep hating, because hate is addictive, but what you see through a screen and what you see in front of you are two different things and... well...

Vox... kind gets it.

Not really, because you can't know unless you've been there, but it's like... If Alastor's been walking around with this gaping wound, acting like nothing's wrong, what was he hiding back then? How much did Vox not see? It doesn't make Alastor's approach any less unreasonable, but... If he's got an angelic wound ripping him open and he doesn't feel he can ask Princess Unicorn Kisses for assistance, what does it mean that he asked Vox?

And Vox just... takes care of it. Not with any expectation... just because he didn't know back then and now he does. It's years, maybe decades too late, but he knows what he was needed for now. He couldn't be there then, but can be there now, and his side is closed. Whatever Alastor wants to make of that is whatever Alastor wants to make of that — no one's going to get over pathological levels of self-reliance in a night — but there's peace on one side.

So yeah... a bit complicated for eight episodes per season.

But holy fuck it would be hilarious if two media demons blew up their relationship over a lack of communication...

[bloodmoon24]

Looks like Cyn’s got a new toy. What do you think?

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Velvette: I just want to hear those three magic words

Vox and Valentino: We love you

Velvette: That's sweet but try again

Vox and Valentino: Fine

Vox and Valentino: We will behave

[friendly-jester]

i'm curious so

please reblog for sample size thank youuuu!

[averyangrypossum]

For valentines day have Vox fawning (pun intended) over his daughter

Happy Valentines day!!!

[rabbitsonthemoon]

Void Thoughts

If you asked me, I'd say that Enemy to Caretaker and Unfounded Fear have always been my favourite tropes, but it's rare for them to collide. Tripping and falling facedown into Batman fics was bound to happen sooner or later. It's not my fault Jason Todd as Red Hood is stuffed to the gills with angst/hurt/comfort and tropey potential.

I also happen to think 'guns strapped to thighs' is a niiiiice combination of words to appreciate.

I think I was going somewhere about appreciation for whump tropes here, but I've been on a Red Hood kick lately and it shows. He should be put into Situations™ more. As a treat. For me. Definitely not for him.