#Despite the fact that Vox lives and works here

[voxiiferous]

Vox's Tower

Located in the heart of Vox's vast empire is his tower. It's the tallest building in the Blue Light District, in the part of the city that already tends to tower above the rest of the Pentagram. The overwhelming majority of everything Vox-branded goes through the tower to some degree

It's currently 115 floors, though that has slowly been added to over the last several decades. Like his district as a whole, and his branding overall, it has a sleek, modern aesthetic to it, and from the outside the overarching impression is just that it is replete and resplendent in windows. There are so many windows-- which, in fairness to his employees, they enjoy what natural light they can get.

There are vending machines scattered throughout the entire building, and they frequently become the testing grounds for new products. As for the building itself, it's a rectangular shape, with elevators in both ends, and stairs running all the way up and down it, though most people don't use them. The general layout of each floor varies in its specifics depending on what it needs, but general trends are evident. Most of the time, hallways ring the perimeter of the floor, and cut through the middle so the windows are not obstructed, but neither are rooms that require being closed in on all sides.

The bottom five levels are not open to the public, and see little traffic. These basement levels are mostly used as storage: old costumes, set pieces, records, et cetera. However, it also holds quite a lot of basic survival supplies like water, food, blankets, and places for people to sleep. In the case of Extermination, or some other major disaster, employees and others in the general vicinity of the tower can be brought in to wait it out without fear. In many ways, it is a relic of the war time bomb shelter mentality.

The lobby, which most people consider the first floor, even if, technically, it is the sixth, is built to to impress. Like with the building as a whole, there are windows on all sides, but of these windows, several have fancy waterfall features, some of which carry through some other areas of the tower that see the most traffic. From the outside, these waterfalls windows helps create an illusion wealth and modernity, and in the lobby itself are several other water features to further impress people who ender the building and create their first impressions.

The bottom half of the tower is the most public facing part of the tower, and the part devoted to media creation.

The lower floors are the larger studios. The first of these get used most for ad segments music videos, in which they need the space but in which props and sets are most often interchanged. Just above those are the sitcoms, gameshows, talk shows, anything else like that. these are the productions that need larger, but ultimately static set. These are more permanent and expansive, and thus, smarter to keep nearer to the ground. These floors tend to have quite a lot of traffic going in and out.

Productions that need multiple sets or just significantly larger installations than can be accomplished in the tower go in other outlying studios-- this is where movies get made.

Above that is the first major cohort of office spaces. These are areas used, primarily for behind the scenes personnel. It has writers rooms, spaces for people working on special effects and other post-production edits, it's where the costume designers are locate (originally all of these people were located in the uppermost office floors before realizing having them close at hand to the people they were working with was more useful.

Going up is the floors devoted to music. These floors have rows upon rows of recording booths of various sizes, designed for everything from single musicians or audiobook narrators, to full ensemble band sized spaces.

Above that is the section dedicated most to music. This has many floors of recording booths of various sizes, smaller ones for single people, most often used by audiobooks, and larger ones for whole ensemble bands.

The middle of the building is the section Vox spends, arguably, the least time in. It's devoted to the employees, and acts as a multi-floor break room in many ways. The bottom floor has the most seating, because the entire section is shaped as an atrium. These middling floors mean that employees who spend most time in either half of the building tend to be roughly the same distance from it. They have amenitites like a cafeteria, but scattered throughout ate other outlets like a Voxbucks; there's microwaves, and a communal kitchen that doesn't tend to see a lot of use but remains clean and well kept.

It's sort of like an in-house mall for the employees. The food is moderately priced and tends to be relatively good, there's clothing stores (because incidents happen and its easier to replace clothing if its on hand), and a gym (most often frequented by people on their breaks who are dieting, or actors that have been told to lose weight for a part), and showers (because, once again, incidents happen, especially on set).

The higher you go, it becomes evident the average person is not designed to be here. The floors above the break area are mostly used for people outside of the immediate media production.

Directly above the break area is the part dedicated to technology. This area of the tower is where actual hardware is developed, and prototypes undergo their first few rounds of testing in rooms set aside for that purpose. This means that when things like controllers for drones fail, the average employee is not impacted, and a controlled environment is provided. This is also where longer term tests are conducted, such as those set at varying temperatures to test for things like expiry dates. This serves as the R&D department. When cameras or microphones break down in the lower floors, it's the people on these floor called in for repairs.

The uppermost floors are boardrooms and meeting rooms, offices, and office cubicles. Business meetings are struck up here, and the windows provide an imposing view of the district and everything Vox has made. The lawyers, architects, accountants, HR, et cetera, et cetera end up here. If you're an office worker, this is where you're ending up almost without fail. Vox's actual office is on these floors (not counting the smaller space he has in his penthouse just a few floors up).

The uppermost floor is Vox's penthouse. The elevator doesn't lead directly into it, but to a small antechamber, because very few people actually have clearance to enter his house.

In part because he lives here, and there is no shortage of people who work late, the building itself never closes properly. Frequently enough when Vox can't sleep, he ends up walking through the buildings. Some of the people who have ascended to department managers with soul-bonds are people he meets walking through the building late at night.

[signedkoko]

Alastor | Stolas | Vox [Comfort]

In which the two of you bump into your abusive ex who just arrived in hell.

You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching

Normally things were relatively peaceful, most, if not everyone, knew the radio demon down to every detail, and avoided him at a mere glimpse

He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe

Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction

There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin

Alastor was already annoyed the moment anyone interrupted him, but even more so at the fact that this individual was shouting obscenities at his darling

Nevertheless, he stood stoic by your side, only glancing down at the shorter individual with an animalistic twitch in his eyes

" Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "

Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter

Alastor was already removing his wrist from your hand to wipe the blood from his cane with a handkerchief

Once the body hit the ground with a thud, he had his arm around your waist and lifted you over it, continuing his walk as if nothing had occurred

" And that impeccable diner over there! I just have to take you, it reminds me of my many evenings after the late shows! "

Stolas had heard enough about the life you lived on earth, each momentous day and each sad tale that made up your story

He knew he was never able to protect you up there, and vows to do so now that you are by his side in the afterlife, offering an eternity of protection

Inevitably, he understood some people who had hurt you would eventually find themselves down here, and that some may try to hurt you, so he refused to let you wander alone for too long

It didn't even have to be him, so long as someone he knew could protect you was nearby

Unfortunately, the first to find you was the worst possible individual

The one who had raised their hand so many times to you, and left you with scars Stolas wished he could erase along with every worry

It was one of your date nights, visiting some upper class restaurant after having washed a romance in theatres

You were both dressed to the nines, laughing in one another's company and waiting for the cab you'd called since you'd finished sooner than expected

The both of you climbed in, only for the doors to instantly lock, tearing off without any word or signal from either of you

Stolas laughed it off for a moment, asking the driver if he already knew your destination, though he stopped when he noticed your eyes locked onto the rearview mirror

" Already moving on to someone else? Think I'm not good enough for you? "

The voice was calm but eerie, aimed directly as you

You looked horrified, and Stolas' heart raced as he connected the pieces together

One moment, the car was racing down the road, and the next, you were in the royalty's arms being carried away from a totalled car burning up in flames

You'd only blinked your eyes

Stolas held you tighter that evening, and refused to let go for weeks after

Vox was an extremely busy person

So unfortunately your intimate time together was rare

Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe

I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays

But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell

Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes.

But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious

Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon

It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm

You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration

People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely

When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment

Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you

The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds

" Finally, I fucking found you! "

One step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee

Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure

" Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after. "

The suited man then walked towards your ex as the doors slowly released, kneeling down in front of him with a cackle

" Pathetic. Freak. "

Vox kicked them back into the elevator, and you heard the thing drop at high speeds back down the skyscraper

Security would handle the mess

Author's Note - I wanted to write for some of my favs to get us started off, and went for a prompt I see pretty often. If you like what I do, please consider sending in a request 🖤

[lqveharrington]

Shut Up | V.

summary: You aren’t officially apart of the Vees, but dating Vox merely intensifies what the rest of the sinners, and his business partners, believe.

pairing: Vox x overlord!reader

includes: smut: exhibitionism, masochism, degradation, fluff, Valentino being weird, talks about death, talks about porn (that’s all, let me know if I missed any!)

a/n: this is my first time writing a one-shot like this which was really interesting to write 🤷‍♀️ we’ll see how this goes

You were never openly advertised to be a part of the Vees. You just happened to be there for almost all of their businesses and deals. Sure, you did live in the same building as them and work alongside them, but there was never an official declaration of you joining the Vees. There were two reasons you were protected against all the sinners who wondered why you were always in the public eye with them.

One, you were a quiet overlord. And two, you were dating the company’s forefront boss: Vox, the technological demon.

Though you kept all your soul deals hushed from the public, all the sinners knew what you were capable of, staying clear of your path. It just so happened that Vox was able to snag you for himself, being the only one to truly enjoy you as yourself, despite Velvette and Valentino also witnessing each interaction.

“What’s on your schedule today?” Vox sipped on his black coffee, adjusting you in his lap.

You tap away on your phone as you take a small drink from his cup. “Uh, I think I have a meeting with Diane about the money she owes me. Then Velvette needs to steal me to model some clothes for her new line.”

He hummed, eyes flickering across the different monitors in his room. “Is that all?”

Nodding, you shut your phone off and smiled prettily up at him, pearly whites on display. “Why? Want me all to yourself?” You shift in his lap, straddling him instead.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to such things.” He trailed a claw up your arm. “Sadly, I have meetings upon meetings today.”

“Boo.” You kiss the corner of his screen, feeling soft static on your lips. He squeezes your waist as you move off of him, “Text me if you need to reach me.”

“I always do.” He pressed a kiss to your hand. “Love you.”

“Love you more.” You snap your fingers, appearing in front of your favorite sinner’s house. “Diane, here I come.” You mutter as the dirt and blood from the ground accumulate on your heels.

The meeting with Diane was short and sweet, only taking twenty minutes to collect your money from her. In fact, you had more time to visit the rest of your souls before heading to the Vee tower. To be fair, most sinners you dealt with either died from exterminations or died from your own hands, not being able to pay their debt. It was nice to have a soul who was willing to commit to your every beck and call.

“Babes, focus.” Velvette snapped her fingers in front of you, changing your outfit. “What do you think about this one?”

Your hands come down to your waist, glancing in the mirror. “It’s alright. The puffy sleeves are a no-go though.” You watch as she jots down your notes, muttering to herself about stupid sleeves before snapping another pair of clothes on you. “How many outfits did you create for this new line?”

“About thirty or so, I can’t really keep track.” Velvette circled to your front, tilting her head at the color. “This color doesn’t necessarily represent me, no?”

You shake your head, “It’s more… more angelic than Velvette.”

“Right, thank you.” She flicks her wrist, changing the color to match her brand. “You know, Voxy wouldn’t stop groaning about you being busy all day.” You raise a brow at her words, letting her switch your outfit again. “He was all pissy when Val said he’d try to recruit you to be in one of his films again. Val almost lost a wing during that meeting, it was hilarious.”

“I’d rather work for you than Val.” You grimace at the thought. Since landing in Hell, the only person you had gotten intimate with was Vox. You would rather die with Carmine weapons than star in one of his adult films. “Do you know when Vox’s meetings are done?”

“Do I look like his fucking assistant?” She flicked her hair back as she looked at you with an unimpressed expression. “He’s your boy toy.”

“Fuck off.” You flip her off and pull your phone out, sending a quick message to Vox, to which he responds with a Facetime call.

“What’s wrong?” His eye twitched as if he were to murder a low-life sinner. “Who hurt you?”

“No one?” You furrow your brows but roll your eyes when Velvette snickers from behind you. “I was just going to ask when your last meeting is.”

“Just ended.” He let out a breath, squinting his eyes when you flip the camera to show the shorter overlord. “Velvette, don’t overwork her.”

“She’s standing here pretty, asshole.” She scoffed at him. “You’re free to visit while I finish up.”

“Let’s just do a movie night in our penthouse.” You toss up, earning groans from both overlords. “Fine, screw you too.”

“I love you, but I can’t do another movie night where we watch Val’s porn films starring him.” Velvette rubbed her forehead at the thought. The thought alone sends shivers down your spine. “Anyone but Val can pick the movie.”

“I’ll pick it since you all want to be babies about it.” You sigh as she snaps your original clothes back on. “Someone tell Valentino.”

“Already sent a message.” Vox locked eyes with you through the screen. “I’ll see you both in a bit.”

“Bye, handsome.” You sent kisses toward him. You hummed to yourself as you hopped off the platform Velvette placed you on.

“How? Why?” Velvette shook her head at you. “I don’t get it, not at all. You two are so fucking disgusting.”

That wasn’t the first time she said that either. Or Valentino. They eventually just learned to live with you two after they once walked in on you and Vox in his monitor room… Not a fun surprise. Especially when Valentino wanted to record. Velvette learned to knock for once but still found all your lovey-dovey couple shit disgusting. However, it did boost her business when you both went out with matching outfits made by her.

“Mm, Vox—!” You giggle against his lips as your hands find his shoulders to balance you. “They’ll be here any minute.”

“They both have enough common sense to knock.” He kicked your legs apart. “I haven’t seen you all day. I missed you.”

You shift under him, holding in soft moans from his actions. “Vox…”

“Hm?” He shot a small shock through his finger, causing you to let out a moan. “You once hated those.”

“Shut up.” You grabbed his sweater vest and pulled him in. That was about how far you got until Valentino barged inside with Velvette trailing behind. “Oh, fuck me…”

“Maybe later.” Vox teased, pulling you up from the couch. He flattened out your bunched-up skirt and his vest, giving an agitated smile toward his business partners. “I thought you two learned to knock?”

“Why? Busy fucking?” Valentino maliciously grinned at you, making you shift uncomfortably. “I’m sure you two would—“

“Alright, what movie are we watching bitches?” Velvette plopped herself down on an armchair, letting her legs rest on the armpiece.

Vox muttered out words of murder toward Valentino, pulling you down to sit on his lap to hide his previous hard-on. You lock a hand with him, feeling him rub your palm as the movie starts. And the movie seemed to be more of a success than the last one as Valentino and Velvette’s eyes were immediately glued to the screen. But Vox kept all his attention on you, letting his hands wander across your body.

“What are you doing?” You murmur, grabbing his wrist as it starts trailing up your thigh. “Vox…”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Yeah?”

“We can’t…”

“They’re not even paying attention to us, gorgeous.” His screen dimmed and red streaks appeared.

You roll your eyes but steal the blanket from behind you, draping it over the both of you. “Happy?”

“Very.” His voice was much lower, as he immediately attached himself to your shoulder.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie that one of them noticed. Sadly, it was Velvette who noticed, meaning there was a much bigger scene being created than the one playing on the television.

“Are you guys seriously fucking right now?” She made a face of disgust, watching you being unable to respond to her.

“Shut up, don’t talk to us.” Vox let out a quiet grunt as you buried your head into his collarbone.

“Vox.” You mumble as a warning as the coil inside you tightens.

He held you closer as you gasped, “Fuck, I got you.”

“I’m out! I’m leaving, I’ll see you all tomorrow when you’re both decent.” Velvette left, dragging Valentino with her when he brought his phone out to record.

“Vox!” He flipped you to lay on the couch the second the elevator door shut, overstimulating your abused parts.

“Such a fucking slut for cock.” He pinched your waist as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, come with me.” You let out a guttural moan as your coil snapped for the third time, grabbing onto him as he finished, feeling him rest his head on your chest. “That was so fucking hot.”

Your chest heaved as you rubbed his back, “That’s because you wanted to get caught, handsome.”

“It worked, didn’t it? I got both of the things I wanted.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Can I move yet?”

You shake your head, shutting your eyes when he shifts a bit. “Vox.” You whine, tightening your hold on him. “Don’t move.”

“You’re fine, I have you.” He murmured as he pressed small kisses to your face. “We can stay here.” You hum in contentment. “Thank you for indulging in my thoughts.”

You chuckle at his words, “I wanted it too, Vox. But, I think we officially traumatized Velvette.”

“She can go cry about it.” He rubbed your hip before giving you a quick kiss on your sore lips. “I love you, gorgeous.”

“Mm, I love you too, Vox.” You whisper back, letting him tighten his hold on you as the movie ends, sighing in exhaustion.

You might not be publicly introduced to be associated with the Vees, but you were definitely associated with Vox whenever you were in the confines of the Vee Tower.

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[vanity-bonbons]

YANDERE VOX X MOTH! READER [Taster to see if it's worth it]

Chapter 0: The beginning

Note: You're comedic if you think I'm going through this to make sure everything is spelt right lol

How did you end up in this state? Here, you are locked in the most luxurious penthouse you have ever seen in both your life and after life. The glass windows locked shut with the walls lined with huge tvs that look to cost grands.

You were just an ordinary sinner like no other. You lived an ok life for the most part, despite being ended so short. The only thing you really did "wrong" is not believe in a higher being. God.

You were a silk moth demon with big fluffy antennas, thin fragile wings, and a huge fluff or fur around your neck. You remember a huge fall, hitting the ground and a chuckle. Vox. That was his name. You landed in front of another sinner with the peculiar shaped head of a TV.

He was quick to introduce himself as Vox, the tech overlord and owner, to the largest tech company in all of the pride rings.

"I see you're new.." he chuckled, "as it seems you can't use your wings...also the fall. "

It took you a while to come to terms with the whole hell thing a long with the fact you're talking to a sentient TV.

"What is your name? Do you have anywhere to go?" He asked, not really giving you any chance to respond before moving questions.

All this was very overwhelming to you. Your wings begin to flutter nervous before tears start to brim your eyes.

"Hey..hey..calm down," he says in his classic businessman persona voice, "come on darlin'." He slowly leads a weeping you into the V tower he was standing in front of.

It had been an hour since you had met him, and you were already in his tower, hugging him as he comforted you softly. You can't help him he just smells so nice.. and he looks so nice..his eyes... look so...entrancing...

He softly rubs your head as you sniffle into his chest. Then he pulls out his classic line.

"You could always work for my company," He says with a huge toothy smile, " I mean...I would pay you handsomely, and you need a place to stay...."

A contract appears in front of you. He tells you not to worry, and this is just for legal purposes to make sure you're as happy as possible. And stupidly, you agree without reading through the contract. Being new to hell, you didn't even know you had a soul anymore or that people use them to deal. You sign the contract with a small smile. This man seems so nice. You were confused whether this was really hell.

You belong to him now and you still had no idea. Vox told you to follow him into your very own room. But it wasn't your room. It was his.

"Get a good night's rest darlin' you have a long day tomorrow, and don't worry... you'll fit right in here at VoxTech!"

You sit down on the bed and doze off for half an hour before waking up, needing the bathroom desperately. Not seeing the walk-in bathroom, you run to the door trying to open it to find a toilet. But the door was locked. You rattled the door more and more, but no... it wasn't just stuck... it was locked. You were stuck.

A huge zapping noise can be heard before a cough as you quickly turn around to Vox, who grabbed your wrist harshly. He pulled you into his chest and stroked one of your antennas, curling it around with his finger before whispering. "Yeah.. I think you're gonna fit right in..." he sniffs your hair as he continues to play with your antenna.

All you could do was stand there. What was happening. What did you do?

[radioisntdead]

After extermination day

Hazbin hotel x reader with some Alastor x reader

Warnings: :]

Song used

Wake up, say good morning to

The hellish daylight shined through the curtains and onto your sleeping face, effectively waking you up, you stretched out your limbs.

That sleepy person lying next to you

You turned onto your side to see if he was there, sleeping off his injury like he was supposed too.

If there's no one there, then there's no one there

He wasn't.

You let out a sigh as you crawled out of bed and sluggishly made your way to get ready for the day.

But at least the war is over

You could faintly hear Niffty chasing after something in the halls from just outside your room, despite the hotel being rebuilt better then ever it still had the occasional roach come in.

It's us, yes, we're back again

You eventually made your way down the halls, you never thought that you'd miss the way the original hotel looked, it was a little worse off but you grew used to it, maybe you were growing a little too sentimental.

Here to see you through, 'til the days end

"Morning Charlie, Vaggie!" You greeted the couple with a grin as they returned the greeting before passing by you, probably to drag the king of hell out of his room that despite only living in the hotel for barely half a week already had a concerning amount of rubber ducks overflowing in his room.

And if the night comes, and the night will come

"Morning Angel," You passed by Angel who instead of waking up like the others was returning from a late night at the studio, things had changed yes, but not everything had.

"Night' toots." He yawned before throwing open his rooms door, you could hear Fat nuggets squeal at his owner's return.

You continued on down the halls, eventually passing by the tribute painting of Sir Pentious.

"Morning Pentious." You brushed a hand over the frame that held the painting, you all knew that there was a large chance that you wouldn't live to see another day, but you didn't expect Pentious to go out the way that he did.

You missed your dear friend, you could only hope that he was at peace wherever he ended up.

Well, at least the war is over

Husk had his head in his arms, sleeping at the bar, cradling a bottle in his paw.

Cherri bomb was having a mind numbing conversation with the last remaining egg boy, you decided not to interrupt and continued your way to find a certain deer.

Lift your head and look out the window

Rosie stared outside the window of her emporium, watching as cannibal children played in the streets and as the older people chatted like any other day.

Cannibal town had lost many that day, funerals were prepared, people were injured, some injuries would never be fully healed, many mourned for their losses of friends, family, lovers.

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

But yet it still thrived, just like any other extermination day, not everyone survived it.

Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring

Rosie let out a sigh as she saw Susan strolling up to the emporium, wearing an exorcists wings as a new fashionable shawl.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

No one would outright say it but they were surprised that Susan of all cannibals survived and came out without even a scratch.

The war is over and we are beginning

Fear the old lady.

Gridlock on the parkway now

The Vee's carried on business as usual, Vox was especially disappointed that Alastor had, in fact not died, and was instead thriving! He wanted to do unmentionable things to the radio demon.

All totally murder related of course!!

The television man is here to show you how

Katie killjoy and the other guy, what was his name? Tom French? Trench? did an segment on whatever the newest chaos was happening in hell as per usual.

The channel fades to snow, it's off to work you go

Valentino was unfortunately still alive, hopefully he would get taken out soon enough, maybe by Susan, she could use a another shawl.

But at least the war is over

"Are you fuckin' kidding ME?!" The first man screamed as he grabbed and pulled on the horns that were attached to his head, ignored by the majority of sinners that passed by.

Turns out holding mass murders yearly no matter the reason, was still a sin, and the first man, once a winner, was now a sinner.

A filthy, disgusting, no good sinner.

Hell hadn't changed much, or at all since extermination day, there was some anxiousness in the air of what will the next extermination day hold? Will it ever come? Heaven on the other hand.

She's gone, she left before you woke

Lute was still angry and still missing an arm, she wasn't getting that back anytime soon, especially since her prosthetic wasn't done yet.

As you ate last night, neither of you spoke

She would sometimes feel her missing arm although it wasn't there anymore, the pain would be unbearable, but it didn't compare to the pain she felt from the lost of Adam.

Dishes, TV, bed, the darkness filled with dread

She kept his Halo on her nightstand, it was... Comforting to have.

But at least the war is over

Sera was shocked that Charlie's redemption idea was successful, sinners could be redeemed.

Lift your head and look out the window

Many thoughts went through her head, was it a good idea? It was possible yes, Sir Pentious was pure proof of that, but was it a good idea? Surely there were sinners that no matter what they did would never truly be redeemed, like Valentino for example.

But then there were sinners that could be redeemed, like Sir Pentious.

It would take time for her to fully accept that things were changing, that sinners could be redeemed, that allowing Adam to hold the exterminations was a horrible idea, how many sinners that were murdered could've been redeemed? And how many of them couldn't?

But once she did accept it? How would she go about it? She did certainly owed not only Charlie a proper apology but Emily as well, withholding information from someone could be worse then a lie sometimes.

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

Emily was ecstatic that Charlie's redemption hotel was a success! Sinners could be redeemed!

She had so much fun showing Sir Pentious around and getting him situated in his new place of residence, one day Charlie could visit again, and see that her dreams were a success!

Emily couldn't wait for that day to come.

Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring

Sir Pentious didn't know what exactly he was expecting to happen when he selflessly sacrificed himself for the hotel, double hell? Permanent darkness maybe, but not heaven, he didn't expect to have a whole color palette change.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

He missed his friends Family at the hotel, he missed the times they shared, but at least he had some of his egg Bois with him, oddly enough they were now hard boiled but they were there.

It would take him awhile to get used to everything but he was slowly getting comfortable, he even made a friend other then Emily, a spider winner by the name of Molly.

The war is over and we are beginning

She oddly enough reminded him of Angel dust, maybe it was the spider appearances?

We won, or we think we did

"Morning Niff!" "Good mornin- oh! Outta the way!" You passed by Niffty who was still chasing that roach, you chuckled before continuing your way.

When you went away, you were just a kid

Climbing up the stairway to a certain deers new and improved radio station.

And if you lost it all, and you lost it

You opened the door, not bothering to knock, did no one teach you manners?

Alastor went on hosting his radio show, talking about whatever, you didn't really pay attention, only watching him as you leaned on the door way waiting for him to notice you.

Well, we'll still be there when your war is over

It didn't take long for him to do so, with a raised eyebrow he motioned for you to come in as he smoothly switched from talking to putting on music.

Lift your head and look out the window

"My dear! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asked spinning around in his chair.

"You weren't in bed, Al, you're supposed to be resting," you moved towards him softly closing the door behind you.

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

"Nonsense my dear, I am perfectly fine, fit as a fiddle if I do say so myself!" You frowned at the radio deers words, you knew damn well he was not fit as a fiddle, he nearly reopened his stitches just the other night.

Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring

He got up from his chair and held out his hand to you for you to take.

"Care to join me for a quick dance, Mon étoile?" He asked, a grin reluctantly spread out across your face as you took his hand.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

You missed the time before extermination day, you missed Sir Pentious, you missed the old hotel, if you could you would've cherished it more, but it was too late for cheesey sentiments like that, all you could do now was cherish the people in the new hotel now.

And focus on the lovely dance you were having with your still injured partner.

The war is over and we are beginning

Things were changing quickly, for better or for worse you were sticking with this hotel, with Charlie, with everyone in this place through it all.

Here it comes, here comes the first day

You didn't know it yet but after this dance Charlie would come bolting up the stairs excitedly letting the two of you know that a sinner wanted to join the hotel, and that the wall had been taken down and if Alastor could fix it because the duck man was distracted making ducks.

Here it comes, here comes the first day

Afterwards you and Alastor would go greet the sinner, a song would take place and beef would be beefed between the deer man and the duck man.

It starts up in our bedroom after the war

You wouldn't change any of it for the world.

It starts up in our bedroom after the war, after the war

Good evening folks! Guess who finally posted angst ON ANGST WEDNESDAY FOR ONCE HAHAHAHAAH SUCK IT PROCRASTINATION,

This is more bittersweet than angst though but we don't talk about that, I wrote this in like two hours, like I hyper focused on this, I'm gonna schedule the fic IT BETTER POST THIS TIME OR IM BITING TUMBLR, As always thank you for tuning in and Goodnight folks!

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stares at you with sad wet pathetic dog eyes

I've been dwelling on this for an oc but !! vox x reader where the reader is some sort of water creature/being and just 😈 ugh them being so gentle with each other but like little jokey threats from reader

unlikely lovers and just *screams into pillow* I love vox

- not Renée 🧡

Unlikely lovers

Vox X water based reader

Warnings(?): reader controls water, with demonic form of a siren, soft Vox, Vox overworking himself

Hi *not* Renée, I really really hope I did your idea justice, it was so fun to write and I love ittt!!

Electronics and water didn't mix. Exposure to liquids damaged appliances, sending them overloading in an electric surge and sparks flying. It was a well known fact, but, in accordance with the laws of attraction, opposite charges are always drawn towards eachother.

Vox should have been more careful, knowing that you were destined to destroy him. But he wasn't, and now here you were, corrupting his system and turning him soft. The audacity you had to just waltz in and short circuit his brain, (? Monitor?) permanently implanting yourself in his kingdom of bits and bytes was unmatched. And the worst part was how much he enjoyed it.

For as long as Vox could remember, his status, image and reputation had undeniably been the forefront of his life, though it had become clear that you were toppling this. And, though he remained in denial about how extreme his affection was for you, it was clear to everyone who knew him. The other Vees, his workers, yourself, even if sometimes you did feel second best.

Vox was rather obsessive, allowing work to consume all of his waking hours, and though you knew that wasn't something you could change, you remained present throughout his long days.

Despite the long hours that had passed, Vox still showed no signs of putting his paperwork to the side. Your patience began to wear thin as he picked up yet another 'essential' phone call, and you became rather restless. As impressive as the corporate empire he had built himself was, the business was taking its toll, turning Vox into the living embodiment of stress. It was more than concerning, and as much as he tried to convince you he was not working too hard, you knew he had limits.

The sound of the phone call ending roused you from your thoughts, and you watched as his charismatic business persona began to crack.

"When are you going to take a break?" You complained from a chair in the back of his office.

"Just a second, dollface. I'm nearly done, I promise." Vox responded, not even sparing you a glance away from his excessive amount of screens.

"You were 'nearly done' over an hour ago." you rolled your eyes, slumping in your chair, staring at the back of his TV."Vox, I swear if you don't pay attention to me I *will* waterboard you."

You perked up at the realisation that your (mostly) empty threat caught his curiosity. He spun around to face you in his swivel chair, eyes narrowing slightly.

"You wouldn't." He spoke rather quietly, tone accusatory.

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you sat up straighter, raising an eyebrow. Taking great care as to *not* splash your techy boyfriend, water droplets flung across the room from your fingertips, dampening the floor.

"Want to bet?"

Vox sighed and shook his head, getting up slowly and making his way over to you, barely suppressing the smile that made its way across his screen. You offered him your own, opening your arms for him to sink into. As soon as he complied, Vox felt the stress of the day begin to ebb and fade, melted by your anchoring presence. And though he was much too stubborn and prideful to admit it, your determination in forcing him to take breaks from his overpowering workload was comforting and much needed.

"Was that so hard?" You teased, hand gently drawing circles over Vox's arm. He rolled his eyes, though his soft smile betrayed the sarcastic act.

"Yes, unbearably." He rested his TV on your shoulder, feigning exhaustion from the effort of stepping away. You snorted a laugh and he brightened, allowing you to rest against him. You playfully, and gently, flicked his antenna, watching as it bounced back and forth before stilling. He gave you a look, taking your hand in his own, softly caressing it with clawed fingers, before raising your knuckles to his screen and pressing a kiss to them.

"What a gentleman." You joked, to which he shook his head, still smiling.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He responded, sarcasm dripping from his voice to mask the genuine statement.

"Don't get soft."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling."

Who would have guessed that the technology overlord could be so smitten for a water demon? It was inevitable that you would be his weakness, though what was unforseen was the fact it was in the best way imaginable. The other overlords may see his infatuation with you as a downfall and a failure on Vox's behalf, it was his strongest quality. You gave him a tolerance to water, hence the electronic sharks residing in his mansion. As unlikely as your love was, you were utterly enthralled with eachother.

Around you Vox held no real weakness, you were his strength, his partner, and all that really mattered in his afterlife.

[anthurak]

How the Overlords are the Cheap Imitator Wannabes of the Sins

So here’s an interesting thought I’ve been mulling over since rewatching Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss: What if the Sinner Overlords end up representing foils to the Seven Sins we’re meeting in both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss? Specifically in that the overlords are pale imitators and wannabes of the Kings of Sin?

Like I think it’s pretty easy to look at Angel Dust and Valentino and see parallels and foils to Fizzerolli and both Asmodeus and Mammon. Basically Valentino has the sexual and ‘romantic’ (BIG air-quotes there) angle of Asmodeus and the cruel and exploitative angle of Mammon.

But just looking at Valentino during his first appearance in Hazbin, I think we can already see another interesting contrast: We see Valentino throwing a big petty tantrum simply because Angel Dust has started living somewhere else. The mere prospect of Angel Dust being anywhere but completely under his thumb causes Val to pitch a complete hissy fit and needs to be reminded by Vox that Angel still works for him and that this change really doesn’t mean anything.

And I think this makes an interesting contrast to what we see from Mammon, who I think it’s pretty clear basically never cared one bit about WHAT Fizzarolli was doing so long as he was still working for Mammon and promoting his brand. He didn’t seem to have any kind of issue with Fizz working with Ozzie, living with Ozzie or being in a relationship with Ozzie, so long as Fizz still worked for HIM. Heck, even when Fizz straight up calls Mammon a pieces of SHIT, in front of a packed audience, Mammon stews and grumbles but still keeps quiet. It’s ONLY when Fizzarolli announces that he’s quitting that Mammon actually flips out.

And I think that might be one of the big ways that the Overlords act as a foil to the Sins: Whereas the Sins are completely self-assured and comfortable in their position, the Overlords generally are massively insecure and will flip out at the slightest challenge to their position. Obviously we see this trend in much more than just Valentino:

Vox, Alastor, Velvette, and even Carmilla ALL likewise display varying levels of deep-seated insecurities in one way or another. Obviously, Vox’s and Alastor’s hangups and insecurities have been EXTREMELY well-documented at this point, and while we may not have directly seen Velvette’s insecurities on display just yet, the fact that she clearly has a major chip on her shoulder regarding the other Overlords and a LOT to prove as seen in Episode 3 implies that she almost certainly has some major personal hangups of her own. Even Carmilla, despite being one of the more well-established and secure Overlords, clearly has her own personal hangups as we likewise see in Episode 3 when getting challenged by an ‘upstart’ like Velvette.

Which all contrasts heavily with how generally comfortable, secure and self-assured the Kings of Sin have come off as. As I’ve discussed in a number of HB posts, the Sins seem to occupy this really interesting position of being these big, wacky, over-the-top and carefree celebrity personalities who ALSO happen to be these monstrously powerful and ancient beings. They never act like they have something to prove because they really DON’T. The Sins are THE top of the chain in Hell, so why should they worry about what anyone thinks of them? Nobody is going to challenge them because nobody CAN challenge them, short of Lucifer, Lilith (or Charlie…) or the forces of Heaven*

Whereas the Overlords all seem to have something to prove in one way or another, the Sins clearly have nothing to prove. Again going back to Episode 2, just look at how Valentino needs people like Vox and Velvette to manage his tantrums and keep him from doing something stupid, whereas even Mammon clearly doesn’t need that kind of babysitting.

And on top of all of this, what if some of the more prominent Overlords we’ve seen are meant to be direct contrasts, foils or even imitators of the Sins?

Like I think it’s already pretty easy to see Alastor being presented as a foil to Lucifer, particularly in how they embody Pride. Lucifer, much like Ozzie and Bee, could be seen as displaying the positive potential of ‘Pride’, ie; self-confidence and self-assuredness. So much of Lucifer’s personality comes off as this total dorky, cringefail loser, yet he clearly has zero shame about this and seems to care little for how most people think of him. It’s clear that basically the ONLY person whose opinion he really cares about is his daughter’s.

And by contrast, I think it’s pretty clear that Alastor is/will be a PERFECT representation of the negatives of Pride: Deeply insecure, obsessed with power, status and attention from others, and absolutely TERRIFIED of people discovering his secret shames.

Then we have Valentino, who I think could have some very interesting contrasts to Asmodeus. Obviously we have the very sharp contrast between the demon lord who decries love potions as ‘artificial bullshit’ and makes a staunch point about how “lust shouldn’t be about force”, and the human sinner who routinely sexually abuses and assaults those under his control and runs what clearly seems to be a VERY exploitative business.

More than that however, I think there are some very interesting thematic contrasts in how these two represent the idea of ‘Lust’, namely that Valentino represents a very narrow and limited aspect of lust. Basically, Valentino represents lust as nothing more than one-sided objectification and exploitation. He’s ‘all take and no give’.

On the flipside, Asmodeus is a true embodiment of Lust in ALL its forms. He sees it as an experience to be enjoyed by all participants. He’s ‘give’ and ‘take’ (or perhaps ‘receive’) in EQUAL measure.

I think there’s actually a great point of symbolic contrast in how Valentino runs his porn business and Asmodeus runs his nightclub: Both of these are centered on lust as a performance, but consider how Valentino is always the one behind the camera. Meanwhile, Ozzie isn’t just the proprietor of his nightclub, he also seems to be the star attraction, what with how he doesn’t hesitate to jump up on stage to put on his own song number alongside Fizzarolli. Whereas Valentino merely lusts after others, Asmodeus seems to enjoy lusting after and being lusted after in equal measure.

Finally, has anyone else noticed a bit of visual similarity between these two? A few people have already pointed out that Valentino’s outfit design has some similarities to Asmodeus’s ‘mini-form’ we briefly see in his debut episode and again in the midseason special. Even going back as far as the Addict music video, does anyone else notice some similar designs between Valentino’s club that Angel and Cherri burn down and Ozzie’s own nightclub we see in Helluva Boss?

Well, what if these similarities are intentional? As in, what if Valentino has deliberately tried to style himself and his brand after Asmodeus? Which of course would make Valentino nothing but a half-baked, didn’t-even-get-the-point, imitator of the TRUE Embodiment of Lust.

And then we have Vox, who I’m thinking might actually contrast Mammon. Now obviously, unlike with the previous two cases, this ISN’T a contrast of one showing a ‘positive’ interpretation of Greed. Instead, I think the point of contrast is in their effectiveness.

As scummy and shitty as he might be, there’s no denying that Mammon is really good at marketing his brand, and has been for a LONG time. Just look at how even before getting Fizz as his ‘brand baby’, he was still selling out packed stadiums for his shows. Between Fizzarolli, Loo-Loo Land and likely any number of other ventures, it’s clear that Mammon has a keen eye for what people like and how to market it to them. I mean for as run-down and sketchy as Loo-Loo Land was, it also seems to have been successful for a long time, given that went there as a kid.

Vox meanwhile, seems to be much more of a trend-chaser, and generally seems quite a bit more insecure. Like we see him seemingly running this multimedia empire, but that really feels more like he’s just trying to cover as many bases as he can. See also, the fact that he clearly relies on help from Valentino and Velvette FAR more than he wants to admit.

And perhaps most notably, consider how it seems like he at least sometimes uses some form of hypnotic suggestion to get people to watch his shows and buy his products. Essentially, he needs to prop up his business with his actual powers as an Overlord. Something we don’t really see Mammon doing.

And as far as being a direct imitator goes, we’ve all recognized how both Val and Vox use what are clearly Robo-Fizzerollis, but consider this:

What if the ‘Kitties’ aren’t actually modified Robo-Fizz’s, but rather a bootleg/knockoff of Robo-Fizz created by Vox? Which would get even more interesting if the events of Hazbin take place AFTER what we’ve seen in Helluva, ie; after Fizz quit working for Mammon who we know from The Full Moon is now done with Robo-Fizzes. What if the ‘Kitties’ are nothing but repackaged, bootleg Robo-Fizzes that Vox is passing off as his own? Just chasing the trends and coattails of the Sin of Greed.

And as an aside, I think the existence of these robots is a hint that Hazbin does in fact take place AFTER Helluva Boss, or at least everything we’ve seen thus far. As in, I think the only way Vox is getting away with hocking clear knockoffs of Robo-Fizz without invoking the ire of the Embodiment of Greed is if said embodiment doesn’t want anything to do with Robo-Fizzes anymore.

Now admittedly, after Vox the specific points of contrast for the other Overlords to Sins get a bit harder to pin down. Like it’s a bit hard to pin either Velvette or Carmilla as a foil to Beelzebub, let alone any of the Sins we haven’t met yet.

That being said, we are due to meet Satan, as well as possibly Leviathan, by the end of this season, so we may find more parallels with them. Like we do know that Leviathan seems to run Hell’s social media, which could make her a foil to what we’ve seen from Velvette.

Now admittedly, given that we are unlikely to get real Hazbin-Helluva crossover anytime soon, I can’t imagine all this will be especially relevant to the narratives of either show.

Obviously, the Sins couldn’t care less about a bunch of sinner Overlords, and if they WERE given a reason to care, it likely would NOT end well for the latter. Like if Vox was making his ‘Kittie’-bots before the events of Mammon’s Musical Special, then as soon as the big Aussie Pine-Tree Spider found out, Vox would have maybe five seconds before Mammon portals up to Pride, squashes him like a bug so hard even sinner immortality isn’t putting him back together, obliterates his base of operation, takes over his production and rebrands the ‘Kittie-bots’ as a new Robo-Fizz spinoff and maybe squashes Valentino and/or Velvette on his way out.

Now on the other hand, we could see this idea explored in a one-sided capacity as we explore more and more of the Overlords’ character. Like if we ever explore Valentino’s background, that would be a nature place to put something like him wanting to emulate Asmodeus, the Embodiment of Lust. And of course, there is the dynamic between Alastor and Lucifer that we see in Hazbin proper.

Basically, I see all of this as being more part of just the Overlords’ character than anything that would end up directly involving any of the Sins.

*And even then, I imagine it’s only the higher ranks of angels that could pose a serious threat to the Sins. Given how Lucifer handled Adam in the finale (and given that Charlie is clearly nowhere near her full potential yet), I think it’s fair to assume that Ozzie, Bee, Mam or any of the others probably could have kicked Adam’s ass with similar ease.

[starlight-bread-blog]

I Watched The First Two Episodes of Hazbin Hotel

Overall I wasn't bored. It's a fun show from the little I've seen. I have thoughts and notes I'd like to give so here's how this is gonna go:

🔵 Is for things I liked/would like to be expanded upon in the show's future.

🔴 Is for things I disliked ranging from nitpicks and just general critisisms.

Whenever something about Angel Dust's trauma I will come up, I'll mark "————" at the beginning & ending so you can avoid the topic if you'd like.

So let's dive right in!<3

🔴 I am so confused. This is narrarated by Charlie. And her goal is to redeem sinners so they can enter Heaven to save their lives. But she also knows that Heaven doesn't kill sinners to stop over-population, it's just plain evil. So, what are we doing here again?

🔴 This is the first time her relationship with her father is mentioned in the show. And it's done though a joke made by Alastor in a commercial he made. (Also, how would he know about Charlie's "daddy issues"? This isn't common knowledge as far as I know).

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🔴 WHAT THE FUCK? I'M SORRY. WHAT THE FUCK? I hate being this negative in the beginning but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I don't want to discuss this line any more than the shock I felt while hearing it. Next.

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🔴 Everyone already talked about how the camera work is crap and I agree. But here's an idea: If they wanted to make something grandiose, why not make a classic musical number that's completely unrealistic, and then make the reality of Hell clash with it?

🔴 This scene could be cut off mostly entirely. The point here is to show how awful Adam is, and the second the talking's over, we get a better song that does just that.

🔵 At first I was gonna make this a critisism, but all it did was making me ask questions, which is good in a first episode. This has me wondering about the characterization of Heaven and how it came to be. I can accept them being a shitty bureaucracy who only appear good, but this is some Saturday Morning Cartoon villian stuff. I'm very curious about this.

🔵 Niffty couldn't say her lines and just stared at the camera and was completely unaware of the fact that she did a shitty job. How come? I wonder what they'll do with it.

🔴 This is edited. The scene didn't go like this. We cut from the hotel to the Vees before we see Alastor's counter-attack. They cut to a really long section of the episode, in the middle of something that could be dealt with in a second. I wasn't as invested as I could have been in the introduction of the Vees, because I kept waiting to come back to Alastor.

🔵 I'd like to know why Charlie is so naive. Optimistic? Yeah, makes sense. But naive? Now that's interesting to know. She clearly goes outside and sees how sinners aren't the safest people (ie Happy Day in Hell), so you think that spending eternity with them would get her acquainted with the culture and make her adjust her behaviors. But she's still looking at the guy who just tried to kill her and goes "Oh, hello again". I'm dying to know why she's like that.

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🔵 I see where this is going<3 Despite it all, Angel Dust clearly still loves acting. So when he'll escape Val, he'll show his theatrical side by improvising and acting for Charlie<3

🔵 Despite Angel Dust not adoring the hotel, it's very much a safe place for him. A safe the Vees, from Valentino. Now, someone who worked for them just a second before getting discovered, is in. Can't wait to see more of this.

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🔵 I liked the rivalry of Alastor and Vox. I liked how Vox is this perfect big shot, yet crumbles about Alastor when he's barely trying. Definitely a highlight.

To Summarize...

🔴 6 negatives 🔵 6 positives

I enjoyed myself a fair bit. Most of the negatives are either nitpicks or won't matter in five eps. It had some flaws but it's a start.

[passionateseadruid]

broken beyond repair?

Summary:

It had been 65 years since you died and six months earlier you'd killed your husband. About 67 years ago you'd married the man who'd come to be known as Vox.

Notes:

Okay a few things: It has a slow intro but I promise it get's good. Not historically accurate also it takes place 2022 (Hazbin Hotel I'll say takes place 2024)

Cw: Abusive relationships, older man/younger woman, misogyny (well, it is from the 50s), pre canon, Vox’s (theorized) human name, also Valentino is mentioned.

Your parents smile at you as you look over the ticket to the set of JacxBox News. JaxcBox has several different television/radio shows but your favorite by far was the news channel. Now, don't get it twisted, the news is boring as hell (even back then (Back now?)); But the host has a sexy voice and the pictures of him in the newspaper made him look like an Adonis.

"Thank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!" You hug you parents (specifically your father).

"Molly Mayberry's parents had the idea to send you two girls to the see the live show." Your mother explains to you. Molly Mayberry; heiress to the Mayberry country club. She's been your best friend since you were five.

Your parents both worked to be able to afford the private school you went to, raising scorn and mockery from the rest of the community. See, you weren't rich but you were determined to change that. Someday you were going to marry a banker or a stock broker and you'd be able to set your parents up in a nice home maybe somewhere on the coast, and when they'd grow old you'd get them the nicest nurse your future husband's money could pay for.

"You mind if I call Molls? She's gonna be so jazzed." They nod and you flop down into the couch. You dial her number on the rotary, and hear it ring. "Hey! My parents just told me! So what are we gonna wear? Are we gonna match?" 

"Who cares about that! My daddy says we can use his new blue fliptop! Hummy and Angie are going to be so jealous when we see them at tennis." Angie "Hummy" Drew and Eliana Pheen make up the rest of your little clique. Hummy is a sweet girl but she isn't very bright (at least that's what everyone else says); she's often humming to herself as a way to calm herself or focus her mind on the task at hand. Her parents have tried everything they can to "fix" her, with no shortage of funds coming from her fathers jewelry company. Eliana on the other hand is the strongest and tallest girl in the graduating class of '53; her dad was a world-famous tennis player for the national Spain tennis team in his youth and won gold for them in the 1936 Olympics. Her dad had to take her mom’s last name when he came over to live here.

"Sounds like a jam."

"I know! I'm gonna meet Vincent Audire! Now don't be jealous when he absolutely falls for me." Molly giggles. She was the leader of your guys little clique and if she liked a boy the other girls weren't allowed to pursue him. Your pretty sure that every time you liked a guy she tried to snatch him away. Your not sure why you were friends. 

"He'll just adore you." You say supportively, despite the fact that it breaks your heart.

"Duh! Who wouldn't."

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It was a few days later and You and Molly sit in the audience and watch as the news is being recorded both on film and over the radio.

Vincent was a handsome man with dark, almost jet black, hair. He had there piercing blue eyes and a stunningly white smile. Your heart skips a beat every time he looks over at you two. Before the show he even winked in your direction. Of course Molly's sure it's for her. Why wouldn't it be. She's the one dressed to the nines in jewelry and a nice cherry red wiggle dress. She lent you some accessories to go with the dress you'd converted from an old poodle skirt Molly gave you into a petticoat. 

After the show was over Molly sent you away to "get her something from the snack table in the lounge" so she could go cozy up to Vincent.

It didn't work apparently because he shows up in the lounge 50 seconds after you finish scooping something up for Molly. 

"Hello sir." You smile at him.

"Hey doll. You come with that lady in the slim red dress? You two are rather young aren't you?"

"I don't s'pose so sir. We graduated just last week. Neither of us really fancy College. Molly's father prolly' gonna make her go to Radcliffe to meet one of those Harvard men. She's far more interested in you though sir."

"Oh really? What about you doll?"

"Me?" You ask surprised. "Well I s'pose I won't gonna go to college. I'll just marry one of Molly's father's friend's sons. Be a cute lil housewife, for a handsome rich man." You bat your lashes at him.

"Well that's probable for the best. Being a trophy wife suits someone of your skillset better than a housewife."

"And what do you mean by that sir?" You hesitate to ask. Oh if Molly saw you now she'd rip your head off.

"No one's being fooled by the botch job done on your dress. An old poodle skirt to a petticoat? You'd be better off using that pretty face of yours to please your husband." He ran one of his warm pale hands against your cheek. His knuckle feels alien yet comforting against you. "Doll. You wouldn't happen to be free tomorrow night would you?"

"I am."

"Would you want to go to my favorite restaurant with me? We could meet earlier and go get you something presentable."

"I'd love that, sir."

"Please Doll. Call me Vincent." He kisses your knuckles and walks off. "I'll meet you on boardwalk by the pier at noon." he says looking back. You nod and rush back to Molly with her snack.

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The next day he brought you around to a few fancy shops and bought you a tiki dress for dinner. He brought you out to this cute little Hawaiian Restaurant.  

Later that night as he was walking you back to your front door he leaned down and kissed you straight on the lips.

"How forward of you Vincent!" You blush. He chuckles and hands you the bags from the shopping trip.

"Here's my number. Call me tomorrow to set up our next date doll." He kisses your cheek and walks back to his car.

"Okay. Have a good night Vincent."

After your second date he asked you to go steady. He takes you out every weekend. This went on for a while and your friend noticed.

"Alright, what's going on?" Molly asks almost annoyed.

"I'm going steady with a boy." You smiled dreamily.

"Hm? What's he like?" Hummy bounces her leg as she asks interested.

"Get your head out of la la land and focus on the game!" Eliana shouts from across the court.

"Don't see why you're upset. You two are winning." Molly snarks. "She's right though. I wanna win this game."

"Molly, no one's ever won against Eliana." You point out.

"Papa has!" Eliana exclaims.

"Oh thank you Eliana, for correcting me that the only person who's ever beaten you is the world famous tennis champion who taught you." You roll your eyes.

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It had been about six months of going steady and no one has been aware of it. But one day he went on the news channel, his smile slightly forced as he announced that in about two months he'd be taking two weeks off to go on his honeymoon. He called you onto the set with him and introduced you to the world.

You don't fail to notice the tight grip he kept around your shoulder. You don't think that he's all to pleased about what you told him just the night before.

Neither was Molly when she saw you on the news channel that evening. She was screaming, throwing things around her room, and according to Hummy she even assaulted one of the help. 

You haven't seen Molly since you went on TV, but that wouldn't last long. She found you when you were out one day with Vincent.

"HOW COULD YOU!!" She charges at you and your Fiancé's bodyguard, Parker, steps in to protect you.

"Go back to the car Vincent I'll be there in a moment." He rolls his eyes but does as you say.

"You tramp! You knew how much I loved him!" Molly cries as tears stream down her face.

"I'm sorry Molly, but Vincent wants me."

"You... you really are dense! He doesn't want you! He wants an easy girl. He'll have his fun with you but in the end rich men will marry the daughters of other rich men."

"That's where you're wrong. I'm having his baby, that's why he put this rock on my hand."

She screams. She goes to pull on your hair but Parker steps up and in between the two of you. He escorts you back to the unpleased man in the black car.

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A year later you were living with a baby boy who absolutely adores you; and a husband how tosses you around like a used sock.

So here you sit. In the kitchen of your husband's mansion, feeding your beautiful baby; seeing as the help having the day off. 

Your husband Vincent isn't exactly the nicest man. You have no idea what happened to him. The day before you told him you were pregnant he was buying you flowers and dresses, taking you out for dinner and spoon feeding you 100 dollar parfaits. then the second you told him his mood shifted.

Molly was right, you know that now. Vincent wasn't the marrying type. However, if you'd gone public with the news of your pregnancy his carrier would be over. He had no choice but the marry you.

"Hello Junior, how's my big man today?" Vincent asks, ruffling the boys black locks. As much as he now hates you you're glad to see he holds no resentment towards his son. It almost made up for the times he'd get drunk and throw things, complaining how you'd ruined his life (though thankfully there were no mentions of his son in those arguments), or all the nights he'd leave you cold and alone in bed, coming home with tacky shades of lipstick all over him. Yes he loves his son, but his wife on the other hand...

"Doll. Where's my drink? I told you I wanted one an hour ago." His demanding voice cut you out of your thoughts.

"You're not getting a drink. I'm done being your servant." You mumble, gritting your teeth.

He rolls his eyes and snorts, "Okay. Doll get me my-" He cut himself off as he felt a searing blinding pain in his side. He looks back at you, the silver knife in your hands now stained with crimson. He pushed you to the floor and headed into the living room. He tripped as you locked the door to the patio and closed the blinds.

"Honey... let's..." he pants, "lets talk about this, okay? You don't have to do this. I'm... I'm so sorry. Look love, you don't have to worry... I won't tell anyone. We'll say a tripped and fell onto a blade in the garage. I still love you, doll."

You grab the whisky from the drink you were supposed to fix him and splash it all over him.

"For what it's worth, I'll always love you Vincent." You tip the TV over on him and watch as it shorted out and caught fire. You quickly grabbed your son and the two emergency bags you'd packed the night before for the two of you and snag the keys to the car. You'll get the hell out of dodge, wait for the fire to spread and come back to put on the helpless wife routine.

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You s'pose karma has a was of coming back to bite you in in the ass.

Only six month after you'd killed your husband your old friend Molly broke in and stabs you. Luckily Junior was away with your parents for the weekend.

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When you awoke in hell you woke up to simple jabbing pain in your arm. "Ow." You see a few kids poking at you with forks. they had gray skin and black eyes.

Instinctually you pulled a needle out of your hair and pointed it at them. You hit it straight into the ground which caught the attention of some adults. 

Some of them came up to you and you grab one and held the needle to their neck. "Everyone stay back, or the creepo gets it!" About five minutes later of you holding this man hostage and demanding safe passage to a safe haven a tall woman popped through the small crowd that formed. 

"What's going on here?" She asks clearly unpleased.

"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" You ask voice breaking as you speak, from fear or frustrated tears you're not sure. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? You come to my town and start making demands like this, threatening my people."

"I don't want to! Those kids were poking me with a fork! I just... fear and adrenaline overtook me and now we're here. I just want to go home! I just want to see my baby boy again." Tears flowed from your eyes. 

"Tina, Tommy! We do not play with or pick at our food. And we also do not eat living people. 'Kay darlin', just let Frankie go and we can talk." You did as the taller woman asks. 

You still held the needle out just in case. "Darlin' I'm an overlord. A measly needle won't do you much good. The names Rosie. From what my people told me you got fast reflexes, and an itchin' to stab. We could use someone like that here." She wraps her arm around you. "You poor, poor thing. It's gonna be okay. Let Aunty Rosie take care of this mess. I'll explain everything to you but you gotta come with me. There are eyes and ears everywhere."

"You can say that again." She giggles at your little comment.

"Alastor will just adored you."

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It had been 65 years since you died and you'd been working for Rosie every day. You'd met Alastor on a handful of occasions and only briefly had conversations with him when you saw him. He was a nice enough fellow, albeit a bit spooky. Anyway back to your job for Rosie. You'd get requests from the cannibals and you'd go out and get them the meats they requested. Your Demonic power allowed you enhanced battle reflexes and speed as well as seeing where to get tools for different modes of murder and the steps to kill in different ways. Yes it was morbid but it kept a roof over your head and the sinners always grew back so it's not like it was really hurting anyone. While you hadn't sold your soul to her she basically owned you and protected you. It was nice to have someone who actually cared for you.

But that all came to a stop when you saw an add one day while walking back with your freshest orders. VoxTek with their signature slogan "Trust us... with your safety." The man on the screen, the voice telling you to trust him...

"Oh Vincent, what happened to you?" You stood there almost entranced as a voice called out form behind you.

"You happened to me." He placed his hands on your shoulders and you spun around and elbowed him in the stomach. "Oof! Okay doll, I see you wanna play rough." He hoisted you over his shoulder and Teleported you both through a street camera to a nice looking building.

"Valentino and Velvette are gonna kill me. Val especially."

"Let go of me!" You squirm and tried to hit him with your needles in your hair but neither make a dent.

He threw you onto a bed and paced back and forth in the room. The bed itself was nice. Prussian blue silk sheets and rose red and royal blue comforters sat on top of the bed. 

"This is bad." Vincent, no, Vox paces back and forth. "This is really bad."

'You can say that again.' You think as you look around the room to see if anything can help you escape. You could take the comforters and sheets and wrap them around his head or his neck. You could...

"This is all your fault!" He shouted at you.

"My fault?! How is this my fault?!"

"You just had to stab me and end up down here didn't you!"

"Are you seriously going to blame me? Firstly We got together when I was 18 and you were 33 the blame should not be on me in that situation, and secondly You were the one who plopped down and took me back here!"

"You could have refused!" He defended. 

"I did! I said I didn’t want to go with you when you kidnapped me!" You retorted.

"I meant every time we had sex! Every time we kissed! You weren’t complaining when you got a nice dress out of it! What, you think I wanted you to stab me? I begged you not to, I said we could talk, I told you I still loved you and would forgive you!" He grabbed your arm.

"Oh you loved me? Did you love me when you hit me? Did you think of me when you were fucking those prostitutes with that tacky orange lipstick? Were you jumping for joy on the inside while scowling at me when I told you I was pregnant? Did you ever love me or did you just love my holes? Huh? Did you?" You push and hit his chest. 

He grasps both of your hands. "Of course I did! But you just made it so hard!"

"Oh did I?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yes, you did! If you hated it so much why didn’t you leave?"

"It was the 50's Vox! If I asked you for a divorce I'd never be able to see my son again, I wasn't willing to lose him!" Tears form in your eyes.

"But you were willing to loose me?"

"I really don't believe you were ever mine." Tears fully streamed down your cheeks.

"Oh and you're such a saint? The woman who said she'd always love me turned her back on me and tried to flee to live with the best friend of my greatest enemy."

"I said that I'd always love Vincent, not Vox."

"Are you Fucking kidding me? We're literally the same person!"

"Oh really? Vincent wouldn't hurt others to get what he wants."

"It's Hell babe." He rolls his eyes.

"Vincent wouldn't have kidnapped me." You point out.

"Vincent also wouldn't want his ex-wife to be able to spread rumors about him and ruin his image. Neither does Vox."

"I had a good thing going "Vox"! I had a job and I haven't thought of you once!" You screamed at him.

"Yeah well I'm more well off than you could ever imagine. I have a wonderful Boyfriend and we have a wonderful platonic friend who lives with us!"

" Okay, we worked out our problems, I won't spread any rumors about you and your harem or whatever. Can you please let me go now? I really don't care who you're fucking. It was till death do us part remember?"

"I can't let you go. What if you tell someone. I'll need some insurance."

"What do you want then?"

"I want your soul." He grins sinisterly.

"What...?"

"Think about it. You could continue to hunt people. Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. Fuck whoever you want. Of course you wouldn't be allowed to live with any other Overlord especially not one that's so close to Alastor, but I'd let you live as far away from me as possible (I'd probably prefer that in all honesty). You could even continue to work for your little girlfriend. I'll get you all set up on the other side of Pentagram City and protect you should anything bad happen. After all, I am far more powerful than your little girlfriend. All this and all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and give me your pretty little soul." He circles you like a shark looking to attack it's prey. "And should you refuse. I'll throw you from the balcony and have someone pick up your splattered remains off of the ground to do it over and over again."

"I can have freedom and ALL you ask is to have me soul in you possession and for me to never speak of you again?"

"Correct... Doll." He chuckles darkly, holding out his hand.

"Deal."

Notes:

I left it open ended in case I ever feel like making a part 2 I also am looking into getting a banner.

[belowzion]

Adam and Why I Felt His Character Disappointing

Sooo, I have watched the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel! While I did really enjoy Status Quo (The song, the fact that Vox loses his first match against Alastor in the show is quite sad.) the rest of the show, I had a lot of problems. Especially the way they handled Adam.

(Look at this lil' shid.)

The dude-bro thing is just too much. It feels like his entire character is just Mammon but Angel.

Now, I've been working on rewrites for months now, slowly turning it into my own piece of fiction. Funnily enough, me and Vivzie had the same idea of taking from Paradise Falls. I feel like the book is great and can have many different ways of interpreting it. However, I am not here to talk about Lucifer, so lets instead get back to Adam.

So, let me tell you all about Adam in Below Zion and how he is in a bit of an odd spot considering Angels...:

Adam is in his luxury spire, pacing around, phone in hand, another hand flailing, disappointment, sadness and anger is felt in the presence of his holy living room.

"You hold the keys to the Well of Souls, you lead an army of an entirely new species of Angels! And you're letting these absolute nutjobs beat you!? Adam, come on! You're better than that! I mean for fuck sake man, you have the name of the first human! He got like... 100 percent of woman in his time!"

"Good on him, but i have 0 percent. I'm telling you, there's something wrong with women. They Never go for a nice guy like me, only for douchebags who probably don't even treat them right!"

"Well, Adam. Do tell me… how would YOU treat your woman?" "Well, i treat M'lady like a queen, of course! They don't know how good they would have it with me!"

"... M'lady...M'lady? Adam... you don't treat woman like... oh my... Mrghhh! Look, this is the third time this week. Why don't you just come over to me and... we'll talk bro to bro. How does that sound, hm?"

"...I don't know what you have, the Virtuosos (opposite of sinner, worships angels despite flaws) tell me it's Top gentemanly behavior of the century. And yes... I'd love that. I'm coming. And i'm bringing my emotional support Lute."

"... Just... just come over here and we'll fix you up... or attempt to at least..." Adam sighs, and hangs up. Lute comes out of Adams room with a suggestive smile, like she always does.

"Mmm, we're visiting Master Lucifer, sir?"

"We are, my dear Lute."

He says, kissing her forehead.

"Just a trip for a talk between bros. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, sir... Would you like me to transform?"

"That would be preferable for the way... yes. Makes getting out of town easier."

She nods... and folds into a brilliant lute! And then... Adam is off... taking flight to meet with Lucy...

Adam is an agent of Lucifer whom is... okay, lets not beat around the bush here. He is an incel. The odd thing here is that, Exterminators are an unofficial branch of Heavens military. So unofficial that even Arch-Angels don't know about them. They are robotic angels, made by Lucifer and a dear friend of his, trained and maintained by Adam. Adam is also not the leader of the Angels. He works at a very high position, that being that he guards the Well of Souls that leads to the conjuration of all the souls on Earth. All Exterminators are made for Lucifer and Adam. The marks on their eyes are the Mark of Lucifer. They belong to him. They do whatever HE wants.

This makes Adams girlfriend a robot.

He has an AI girlfriend.

He objectifies women to no end.

He is also very good at his job as being Lucifers mole in Heaven. While Sinners do pacts with each other, Adam allows Lucifer to have a foothold in Heaven, years after he got kicked out...

Adam is in his luxury spire, sitting at his computer, with a plate of pretzels on the desk, phone in hand, screaming wildly to it!

"What you're suggesting is ABSOLUTELY ludicrous! I will have NONE of it! You will deal with the Brightwing family until next week or I'll make sure to put that pact to good use!"

From the phone, a rather paniced individual speaks!

"Hah, BITCH! You think you have any say in here!? Killing the guys children- what don't tell me YOU have any children!? You do?! Well, uh, thats the thing! Noooot anymore you don't! I'll see you again soooooon~

The other angel on the phone seems to speak in an extremely agitated and afraid tone! Pleading!

"Oh! Changed your mind have you!? Great, GREAT! NOW! I got the whole thing planned out for you, so YOU can't mess this up! Sending you the docs. DON'T. MESS. THIS. UP! BYE, ASSHOLE!"

He hangs up and grins triumphantly…

He continues to deal with the usual fluff. Lucifers extend into heavens business. Angels need a good amount of convincing to stay in line sometimes, but it's good work, and… dare he say it, fun~ With how he feels life is treating him, it feels Great to be able to make the lives of others even worse. It having such a positive impact on the work of his best bud is of course a wonderful bonus!

He is a lonely asshole that lives off of the misery of others and finds purpose in serving someone like Lucifer.

He is a villain, but he is a lot more complicated than just being a dude-bro.

[artofhazbinhotel]

Staticmoth argument scenario as usual because they're in love but awful people

Vox had been staying out at night to work on a new project pulling all nighters for at least a week now and he was exhausted, he thought he knew a way to cheer himself up and finally get some sleep: Valentino. He actually came home tonight and Valentino was watching his latest work on TV as he often does, he's very proud of his work despite Velvette and Vox not wanting to see it in the living room 24/7, or ever. When the moth demon heard the door he peeked over the couch with an antenna twitch to see who, hoping it was finally Vox, it was. It was a late hour but Valentino doesn't usually sleep at night from being nocturnal, he'll sleep on occasion if it's after sex or forcing Vox to sleep by making a makeshift wing straightjacket. Vox flopped onto the couch beside Valentino, laying on his back across his long legs, "You would not believe the day I had" small talk seemed to be a good way to go about this he figured, he would never just straight out ask 'want to have sex?' that's Val's job. Valentino cupped his face with a hand while another laid across his chest "My poor baby, it's a shame you do it to yourself"

Vox rolled his eyes ignoring the comment before continuing "I missed you" Valentino couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this, of course he missed Vox, he was pissed off at him for neglecting him so long, past the point of trying to seduce him for attention, that's how pissed he was. "Yeah?" He doesn't deserve to hear it in return he decides, bitter. The media demon didn't expect to hear it back anyway but it still kind of stung, finally he sits up despite how comfy that position was, he always found Valentino's lap a nice comforting pillow. "You deserve attention even if you didn't miss me, is there anything I can do for you baby?" The TV host was really hoping sweet talk would get his 'business partner' out of this mood he seemed to have right now, sometimes it does, it's 50/50.

"You mean what I can do for you? You're not the top here" he stated matter of fact, causing Vox to blush a little in embarrassment and gesture dramatically "I would be more often if you'd let me! I could do that for you if you want? Think of it as an apology" Valentino could almost laugh at that, instead he pretends to ponder it "Hm.. No." Vox figured Val was just rejecting him wanting to be a top so he sighs , "Fine, okay, you can use me to feel good instead then, how's that sound?" He was almost certain the phrasing would make Valentino extremely interested, he's into that shit. But for whatever reason that shocked the overlord, Valentino rejected it all together "I don't want to have sex."

Vox's eyes widened a little, Valentino probably has never said that sentence before in his life "Oh- that's fine- Are you not feeling good or..? You don't smell like alcohol so I didn't think it was an issue to offer, you don't seem high either, or at least not past the normal amount" Valentino glared "You have such an ego you think I have to be sick not to want to fuck you?" Usually in their arguments they've both done something, but Val hasn't done anything wrong for once, Vox doesn't think he has either, right? He's starting to question it finally. "What? No, I was just checking-" he didn't like the way he stammered.

The much taller demon scooted away "You leave me alone for an entire week and the first thing you do when you're back is offer sex. What? You only want me when it's convenient? I bet this is just a stress relief, I'm not your fucking stress ball" Wait Valentino feels that way-? Vox was now panicking, it did cross his mind Valentino might be guilt tripping, but he felt guilty just for thinking that. "Val, no, I only offered because you like sex, I was busy, I didn't leave you alone on purpose, and you weren't alone, you had your workers, I didn't even think you would notice" that sounds indicative of a deeper issue. Valentino huffed, getting a little angrier, which was a little better than that calm tone since it's more familiar. "Of course I noticed, I noticed you didn't want me"

Vox decided to try physical comfort since he's awful with words, he leaned forward so his hand could reach his cheek. "I *never* don't want you, get that in your head, I said I missed you and I meant it." Valentino switches up so fast, because now he was lowering his antennas "really?" He still seemed a little skeptical but that's better. Vox nodded quickly and he leaned into his touch, he missed it. "Then show me you want me, I changed my mind" Vox felt a little awkward about this considering his heart rate when up with all that guilt but he assumed kissing Val would fix that so he did.

They proceeded to that for several hours, Vox was so exhausted by the end he passed out laying on Valentino's chest and neck fluff as a pillow. Thank God Valentino's wings cover or when Velvette walked by in the morning she would be more traumatized than usual considering they're still on the couch. As much as she wanted to bitch about the couch she also was glad Vox was finally sleeping so she left it be. When they finally woke up Vox lazily asked a "are you feeling better? Not mad?" Valentino reached around for his glasses because of the blinding windows but mumbled a "Better"

Vox was quiet for a minute, maybe Valentino would be too asleep to process "I'm sorry" it was a numble too, normally he'd just buy him something but it felt needed after that conversation yesterday. Valentino blinked a little, processing, before pushing Vox off of him to get up, unforgiving and cold despite the night "Then don't do it again."

[camilaxmartin]

OKAY SO‼️‼️

i’ve decided to share my art for the first time like publicly😵‍💫😵‍💫 and i’m hella nervous about it but i wanted to share my oc from hazbin with you as i plan on drawing her more and more:)

meet the one and only, caroline - the music demon:)

here’s some facts about her and her backstory if you’re curious: (i’ll probably be updating it when i think of something more)

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♪| caroline is alastor’s sister (while on earth as well) (can you tell i love this man???)

♪| (it’s only my own au so don’t come at me please, but i imagine alastor’s dad to be white while his mother had darker skin and as alastor was born darker caroline was originally white, as i am in reality:)

♪| she’s the demon of vinyls and music because of her adoration to it while being alive!

♪| but beside her adoration, it’s also connected with how abusive their father was. (i saw this one day on tiktok and couldn’t let go of it) when she was alive their dad used to always take out his anger on her or their mother, so one day when he got really pissed off and heard caroline’s gramophone playing in her room, he just stormed in, snatched the needle out of the machine and literally cut her body with it (it’s shown in her demon form on which i’m still working)

♪| i also headcanon that their father was the first person alastor ever killed so let’s just say this whole thing messed up caroline’s psyche even more than it was already

♪| her hyena’s features are caused by the way she died which was being fully torn apart by them. (there’s a story about it as well including her ‘friends’ but i’m too tired to write it now😭)

♪| another small story about it - that when she was still alive her ‘friends’ used to bully her for her laugh so because of that, after death, every time she laughs she sounds like a hyena - it’s a sort of punishment while being in hell i think!

♪| anyway! she gained the status of being an overlord when alastor disappeared for seven years and she kind of took his place as his sister and just someone other overlords and sinners knew anyway.

♪| but the story of getting sinners to sell their souls to her is a bit different, she didn’t just steal them from her brother of course. so first when she arrived in hell and reunited with her brother (alastor died a bit before her) and learned about the ability of possessing another’s’ souls she immediately started to wonder what she can do to gain them. at first it was silly games, gambling and stuff like that but the more time passed, she started learning about spells and potions (as she loved them on earth as well) and started to drug the other sinners to sold her their souls (she’s outrageous i know) (i can also add that many sinners sold their souls to her for spending the night with her, but as soon as they signed the contract she’d just leave them hanging and threaten them with second death if they won’t leave her alone)

♪| she’s obviously friends with rosie, the three of them being a literal menace to the hell-society

♪| she got really close with carmilla when alastor disappeared for that seven years and i’m planning on expanding this part a bit more so you can be waiting:)

♪| opposite to alastor she’s very up with trends which also leaded her to being something like friends with velvette.

♪| when they first met, vox told velvette to wrap caroline around her finger so he could get closer to alastor and she did. after many many angst, both of them confessed their feelings in a fight >:] and from then on, began actually dating. (i will expand the angst part but im too tired right now lol)

♪| she lives in the hotel as well, not fully believing she could be redeemed but hoping deep in her heart that it’s possible cause even though she doesn’t think she deserves it and struggles with self-image and self-acceptance, she secretly wants to get better -

♪| - despite being a murder and cannibal even while living. (i may expand this one too but no promises here!)

[hellsbroadcaster]

TRIGGER WARNING - contains mature topics of racism, rape, and discrimination.

I love Alastor's relationship with women, and I know its due to him being a big mama's boy. He has so much respect for his mom, he wouldn't dare raise his hand to another woman. In the comic of him, he kills the butcher for beating his wife, and it shows that while Alastor is evil, and an overlord, he has somewhat of a code. Even in hell.

When he was alive, i have no doubt his targets were only men of power. Thinking back on how he grew up, the time period he grew up in. His mother being a woman of color, and being a mixed child during those times it only had to mean he was constantly looked down upon, seen as a wretched child. during those times, it was usually slave owners raping black slaves. So the nature of how he grew up was anything but pretty, and I do believe its what caused a series of resentment to grow inside him towards men especially. his mother being the only one able to really see his true smile, while the one he wore in public was for show. giving the illusion. he was charming, he was a smooth talker, there is a reason his talk show was as popular as it was. he was influential, people listened to him. he was described as living his best life, and i don't doubt he worked very hard to build his reputation despite his background.

Alastor was calculated in choosing his victims, going more for the ones who abused their power, were overly cocky, or even ones who thought to take him down.

I think its very interesting how quickly Alastor angered when Husk mentioned his own chains. No one likes to be shackled of course, but for Alastor not having his own freedom is detrimental to who he is, who he is trying to be. Who would think Alastor of all demons was also someone else's bitch? its demeaning. and he's been demeaned all his life.

I also think about how Vox calls him a coward. and I think the word is purely one-sided. I have no clue how that fight went, if it was a fight. we don't know. but vox says he's a coward, implying that alastor ran. we see this with adam too, but self-preservation and being a coward are two different things. i think alastor does in fact hate losing, but he's not above living to fight another day.

he doesnt strike me as someone who would die fighting. what does he get out of that? its why his break down is so gooood cuz people misunderstand his intentions and he hates the idea that he almost died for that. im not saying he doesnt care about the group, but he is prideful, and he wants to be more than. if hes gonna go down, its not gonna be in a way that he isnt approving of if that makes sense?

I think vox likes to call him a coward cuz to him he ran from a fight, and really I think Vox got lucky so he's milking it for all that he can. otherwise why would vox be so fucking adamant to try and get rid of him before Alastor even starts?

im throwing up words here fnksldnfksd alastor is just on the brain brr brrr

[rightpastnowhere]

Hello! I am currently working on a modern au and I thought you might want to hear about it!

Not sure if all end up writing it but here are the basics

Whitestone is a city in Canada and the main setting. The setting has low magic.

Percy's family is really rich but not Noble.

The briarwoods were a church pastor couple at the church the de rollos went to that befriended them and then murdered them after forging their will to put everything in their names.

They scared Cassandra into silence so she wouldn't snitch to the cops.

After the briarwoods are defeated through a legal battle Vox machina moves in to a seven bedroom penthouse that was meant for Julius after he got married. Cassandra lives in the old family home.

Percy works as a airport mechanic

Vex is a park ranger at the suntree National Forest

Trinket is a Newfoundland dog

Pike is a med student

Vax is a locksmith

Grog is a construction worker

Keyleth works in the botany collections at the local museum

scanlan has an onlyfans

Cassandra is a law student and works at Barnes & Noble part-time for experience

Gilmore is the owner of a department store and met vax when he accidentally locked himself out of the department store and had to call a locksmith.

Ships are Percy/vex, scanlan/Pike, and Gilmore/vax and maybe Gilmore/vax/keyleth

oh hello!!! i love that this has started a string of headcanons being thrown at me, this is wonderful actually. if anyone else wants to do so, please feel free!!! i love hearing about ideas :)

ANYWAY ANYWAY i LOVE the concept of the briarwoods as these like. well i'm reading it as they are the couple that acts so pious and so neighborly (for context: i grew up going to a southern christian church) when they're actually The Worst, and using that cover to get away with doing Shady Shit. people usually make them just corrupt businessmen which also works, but there are other corrupt systems for them to manipulate - and this kinda parallels how they basically started a cult in canon fjnkrjgnkr

vax as a locksmith is snagging my attention tbh!! that's super cool!!! it also has the potential for an Angsty Setup, or even just an intriguing setup, with vax dancing around the law and somehow making a job out of it. or even using the job as a cover. but that's me spitballing lol

vex as a park ranger is also so !!! i'm just picturing her out in the woods with all these leaves in her hair, looking just a LITTLE bit wild but very happy about it. park rangers (in the US at least, and based off of quick google searches) don't tend to have the best salaries, so it wouldn't work in a lot of modern AUs (vex is Very aware of finances and wants to keep everyone afloat and fed, wants to keep the lights on, so i can't see her taking a self-indulgent job over higher-paying opportunities), but if they have this inheritance in this AU, then i could definitely see her taking a job as a ranger.

VAX AND GIL AS THE "OOPS I LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF MY SHOP" IS SO CUTE!! and it's made even better by the fact that you know, despite gilmore having actively locked himself out, vax would be the more awkward of the two. he's a mess <3 ALSO ALSO i will Politely encourage you towards vax/gil/kiki, simply because i think vax deserves a boyfriend AND a girlfriend to hold his hands <3

this au gives me very comfy and wholesome vibes (once the briarwoods are yeeted from the picture) <33 thank you for sharing it with me!!

[radioxdust]

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I sort of practice inbox karma? I’ll typically reblog from the source anyway but if I reblog it from you, I’ll always send something in

I’m used to threads picking up and dropping all the time, it’s fine. Just let me know!

No mains or exclusives here, I want to give everyone equal opportunity

I do RP dark subjects-given the nature of both shows- if you have a trigger feel free to ask me to tag it and I’ll ask if you have any triggers before we start anything

I am multi-ship and multi-verse.

I require information and rules somewhere on your blog

I don’t RP with horror fandoms, including movies-Halloween-and games-FNAF-and creepastas-Jeff the killer-as well as the MLP fandom

Feel free to nudge me if I’m missing a reply for you. Sometimes I thought I replied and actually didn't 

I don’t really care about the length of a reply so don’t try to match me. I do casual and semi-para RP, I just require that it’s 2 sentences at the very least

no god-modding, that’s a given

I do not format my post, if you want to format my reply when you reblog it,go ahead. I will not refuse to RP with anyone just because they do or do not format.

I will usually reblog asks to turn them into threads,if you don’t want me doing that I do not mind making a new post, just let me know

I do have icons and I’ll use them a quarter of the time but it’s not a requirement to use icons with me. I’m on mobile usually

I do/can RP NSFW it will be tagged and put under a ‘read more’ if it comes up. I’m 21+

If you need me to tag something it will be tagged tw:trigger

I don’t think I post a lot of OOC outside of when I’ll post replies and whatnot-I typically talk in the tags but I’ll usually use a OOC tag

CHARACTER ABOUTS

Charlotte Morningstar-Magne

She wants to stop the yearly extermination by redeeming the Sinners of Pentagram City and grant them access to heaven. She’s compassionate, naive, and has a love for theatre. However, she isn’t stupid and won’t let others use her just because she’s the princess. I write Charlie is bi/pan and she has both her mother and father’s last names(AKA I really liked her original last name)

Alastor

An overlord of hell known as The Radio Demon. Despite the power he holds, he tones himself down for others who he considers his true friends. He has manners but uses them selectively. He is narcissistic but not reckless-Death date 1933. Alastor is asexual/demi-romantic. 

Angel Dust

Selfishly living in the Hazbin Hotel for free, Angel Dust is Hell’s best prostitute. He is reckless, even if it it means screwing someone else over. He can be playful and dangerous, he’s rude, vulgar, and very flirtatious-Death Date 1947. Angel is gay and I will portraying him with DID, he had it in life as well as death. Right now there are two alters, Angel Dust and Anthony. Angel is the Protector/Persecutor. Anthony is the memory holder Vox An overlord of hell and a savvy businessman, owner and CEO of VoxTek and a member of the Vees. Death date is the 1950’s and as a result, has major fucking beef with Alastor.  Vox is bi

Verses

swap AU 

where Charlie switches roles with Alastor, Angel will switch with Vaggie

2P,

where the character role is the same but personalities are swapped.

Say You’ll Remember Me?

The hotel is working a little too well, demons are doing the impossible at an impossible rate. Soon, Charlie and the hellborns will be the only ones left in pride. This will also feature redeemed characters.

Human AU

all characters are set in the time they died. There is going to be a modern AU as well for all characters.

Strawberry Al A more pink Alastor who’s less of an asshole outright. This will be an AU where he’s a yandere of sorts. He does in fact mostly mind his business in Cannibal Town and was working on being an Overlord for the power and security behind it but, made a deal with Lilith that fucked him over, he copes as well as he can  Still figuring out the details on this one so it’s in a test phase. The deal with Lilith is a running theory right now and until it is confirmed, it only applies to Strawberry Al

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Ok, more rambling about this Val/Charlie idea (bc I’ve been listening to the Poison remix) UNDER THE CUT.

Warnings - Discussions of multiple forms of SA, Violence, Drug-Use, Coercion in all forms, Degradation, Basically Enslavement, Unhealthy Mindsets, Peer Pressure, Self-Sabotage, Self-Afflicted Pushing Up Daisies Ideation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat applies to this no question.

If you come at me bc you read this and it upset you — despite the fact that I’ve hidden it, I’ve tagged it, I’ve explained the context multiple times, I’m adding onto a post that already exists so it lessens the possibility that it’s going to appear in a searchable tag beyond my blog, AND THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR MINORS — that is on you. I am dead fucking serious.

SO, hello 👋 If you made it past all that, welcome! The main points are here:

• Charlie finds out the full extent of Angel Dust’s contract/relationship with Valentino during the debacle in which she goes to Val’s Studio to get Angel time off

• Charlie is so horrified that she offers herself up as tribute

• I just need an excuse to have a scene like Ariel signing over her voice to Ursula but almost an inverse version — Charlie is desperate to get Angel TF outta there permanently and so basically sells herself in his place and bitch brainless Val actually does realize that it’s a good deal

• Time crunch happens — cue the dramatic lighting, the tension hooks, and Angel Dust screaming, sobbing, begging Charlie to not do this bc he’s “not worth it”

• But see Charlie is a powerful being, so crossing out Anthony’s name and writing her own isn’t quite enough to seal the deal and make the pink chains around Angel’s neck disappear and reappear on her own. No, no, she and Val need to shake on it. • It actually gives Val a head rush to have someone technically more powerful than him submit via the handshake and it fucking hurts Charlie to submit to basically being his property (and she actually CANT submit fully, but that comes into play later).

• Angel Dust is terminated effective immediately bc Val’s got a brand new shiny toy double platinum and he’s taking her straight to the top of his penthouse - work day over everyone get the fuck out

• Angel is nearly catatonic when Alastor and the Little Egg Boi who could find him (bc we’re fucking w the timeline) and Alastor is actually a bit stunned when he manages to get it out of Angel what happened

• It actually gets under our resident radio demon’s skin, not just because it’s exceedingly stupid to the point of ruin, not just bc it’s a huge impediment to Charlie’s hotel that Alastor is hosting, but because Alastor murdered men who took advantage of women during his time (and after). He has a fucked up code of ethics (and he’s also on a literal and metaphorical leash to protect the princess despite the fact that no one knows that).

• Vaggie and Charlie aren’t dating in this AU bc that would be too much heartbreak even for me dear god also they’re not the focus of this story as much as Charlie, Valentino and Angel are

• Alastor and Vaggie do come to a sort of understanding/partnership when it comes to getting Charlie the fuck out of there by any means necessary

• Angel is just fucked up. It takes a looooooong time for him to get himself together just enough to be coherent and join the crew to get Charlie back — saving her is gonna be what he “Lives for Tomorrow”.

• The Hotel is a gloom and doom mess.

• Meanwhile back at the ranch, Val shows off his new prize while interrupting Vox and Velvette’s work and they’re both actually in shock that this fucking happened bc holy fucking shit tho the princess may be a joke but she’s still the princess of Hell.

• Charlie is actually gonna be a bit OOC for the sake of not destroying her entirely bc canon!Charlie couldn’t handle standing her ground when Angel yelled at her — here she’s going to be actually quite good at convincing Val (and Vox and Velvette) that she’s worth more kept close to the chest than used like Angel in adult films and prostitution (this does not reflect any opinions I personally have on sex work none of this does it’s all fiction it’s all for the plot)

• Charlie manipulates Val once she gets what a pissy manbaby he really is — it’s hard to balance reminding herself to be both agreeable and relate to the pimp while being aware of how awful he is and what he did to Angel as well as others

• Valentino is crude, disgusting, uses violence in every form to get what he wants or just for fun, and initially delights in humiliating Charlie by parading her around in practically nothing and degrading her in public

• But Charlie is stalwart, leans so deeply into her predisposition to being kind and empathetic, that she irks him. She convinces him of things and makes him question himself constantly the longer he has her around

• Yes, they have a sexual relationship. Yes, Charlie does drugs with Val at his insistence. Yes, she pretends to think and act like him at times to appease him — abuse victims do this just to survive (take it from one herself).

• At the same time she can barely eat, she’s constantly puking and crying in odd places so Vox doesn’t catch on

• Debating on if Charlie is able to still communicate with the Hazbin crew or not — if so, she has to take key notes and tips from Angel on how to placate and appeal to Valentino (Valentino Must Die)

• But if you saw her and Val together after a time, you’d believe he’s changed her into a true demonic force to frighten all — her persona changes from the cheerful, overly optimistic young woman with dreams to a slave to demure seductress-looking time with that follows Valentino in clothes as ridiculous and luxurious as his

•In reality, Val needs to cuddle her at night and listen to her sing him to sleep and take baths with him and always fawn over him and tell him that she loves him as many times as he wants her to

• It gets to a point where Valentino imagines himself as the King of Hell with Charlotte by his side as his Queen — and Vox is so fucking weirded out bc this delusion of grandeur is enormous even for Val (but Val is convinced it’s jealousy and spite bc he won’t share Charlie with the flatscreen)

• It culminates in Charlie and Angel watching Valentino’s world crumble around him when she leaves (assuming Lucifer again comes in with the clutch dissolves it he contract bc he should be able to fucking do that, or Alastor and Lilith get to it before him, or Vaggie somehow reconnects with Heaven and convinces them to break this up for whatever reason).

• Debating on if Valentino gets to be tortured for the rest of eternity in a Prometheus kind of situation - dude is picked apart every second of every day for all time forever or if he’s just smited along with the other Vees.

Anyway, lemme know your thoughts if you want, or don’t. Thanks for reading if this floats your boat.

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Ok, this would be kind of out there but also compelling to me (and probably only me):

I really just want a fic where Charlie takes over Angel’s contract with Valentino and brings the fucker to heel. I think it would be so interesting to read Charlie managing to break him and bring him to his lowest, even if it’s thru perceived kindness.

Like I fucking LOVE stories where the protagonist changes a monster into someone who can genuinely feel love and remorse but the kicker would be that Val does change and fall in love… only for Charlie to completely crush him, heart and soul, with a “if only someone out there loved you” and revealed that he does nothing but disgust her and she hates his fucking guts and makes him (un)live with the pain and consequences and he’s never the same — until she and Angel murder him ruthlessly.

Ugh, it’d be so good.