#Overlord online free

[teacupwrites]

Vees with a Android Reader

Valentino

Valentino had plenty of servants around, such as Kitty

So he didn’t really need another little assistant

But what he did need was a maid

And Valentino isn’t the biggest fan of actual demons that can make mistakes, so he just went out and bought a cleaning android

You were pretty small, about 4’11 and came with a little maid dress and a feather duster

When Valentino first powered you on, he expected a cute little robot who’d follow his orders and not say a word

But you weren’t normal- far from it actually

The Moth Overlord was greeted with a bubbly little maid who would follow him around like a lost puppy whenever you weren’t deep cleaning the place like a maniac

You were eccentric, though obedient and that was what he mostly cared about

Vox nearly had a heart attack when he first met you as you immediately jumped up onto him to clean some dust upon his flat face

Whenever Vox was gone, and Valentino didn’t have anyone to rant to, he would always make a mess of his quarters whilst screaming his frustrations out to you as you quickly cleaned up his trash

Slowly but surely, Valentino grew fond of you, and even would gift you in new clothes or cleaning supplies whenever he was feeling charitable

He treats you better than his other employees, but he also thinks less of you, like you are an Imp or something like that, but he still likes you

“Darling I’m pretty sure that it’s clean,” he protested, looking down at your skittering figure as you darted from place to place in an attempt to keep everything tidy. 

He was elegantly perched on his couch, holding up a drink Kitty had brought over earlier, watching in amusement as you dashed around in a panic. There was a party happening, and you were eager to make sure everything looked nice

“No it isn’t!” you called back, snatching an empty glass and quickly stuffing it into the dishwasher. “Everything’s so dirty!” You crawled around with such speeds that Valentino might have mistaken you for a little bug, which was actually one of his many nicknames for you

“Whatever you say, ladybug,” 

Velvette

Long story short, Velvette was running out of patience 

She needed models to advertise, and all of them kept dying or were just outright ugly in the outfits she provided

After complaining to Vox for forever, he suggested that she buy a model bot

With some convincing, she actually listened, and went out and purchased one, which happened to be you

Though you were bland, so before powering you on she was quick to pazazz and doll you up

And when you did wake up, and did as your manual said, she was pleased

For once, Velvette was nice to someone, and it was a little robot who was constantly pasted onto billboards, commercials, and magazines all dressed in her products

She was chill with you, and you weren’t complaining about free makeup, perfume and clothing

The only thing was that she was very controlling, and liked to have you as her arm candy basically wherever she went

But it was nice to almost never be on the receiving end of her Cockney accent and British slang

 Not many people knew your name outside of the V tower, so people online nicknamed you Dolly, 

You didn’t really have a name actually, but Velvette enjoyed calling you things like: ‘Sweetheart’ “Dollface’ and ‘Sugar’

And very…very rarely, she will sometimes listen to your opinions, things you picked up on when working with her

“Ugh! All of this is trash!” Velvette snapped, stomping with a deep glare at the line up of demons who had crafted the clothing you were dressed up in. 

They all winced underneath her sharp and furious gaze, recoiling away from her quippy and sassy comments as she scolded the people. Meanwhile, you glanced over at something on the pile of clothing.

“Velvette?” you called, making her whip over to glare at you, to which you shyly pointed over to a black and hot pink crop top that sat atop the pile. “What if I matched that with the skirt?”

She seemed skeptical, but with a snap of your fingers, your sleeveless turtleneck was replaced by the crop top, which magically seemed to match the boots and the fitted skirt you wore

Never before had you seen Velvette so surprised before.

“Sweetheart you’re a genius!” she chirped, her frown switching to a bright smile in a second. Velvette then darted over to you, grabbing you by the side and pulling you into a side hug. “Alright- we’re gonna go get you some upgrades today just because of how smart you are.”

Vox

Vox is a lot different from the others simply because he had built you

Originally, you were going to be an assistant type of bot he was going to sell worldwide, with secret cameras in your optics so he could spy on more of Hell

But mistakes were made, and you, the first prototype, ended up adopting a personality he grew quick to enjoy

Though he did end up selling more advanced models like yourself, he kept you, the first

Instead, you were the main hostess of the News he kept up, as Vox was usually pretty busy

The people adored you, and Vox couldn’t just rid of you

Not that he’d want to- so he kept you

He was very attached to your original model, so you were usually denied when asking for upgrades to your system

Though sometimes, he would give you little things here and there

Switchable hands, Better cameras, cleaner plates, or better wiring

But Vox always refused when you asked for a different model

You would always stay in the same body, and he wasn’t backing out of that

He has a lot of nicknames up his sleeve, and enjoys your reactions when he brings in new ones

“Dearheart, Darling, Sugar, etc”

Overall, he’s probably the best to be owned by

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiii! Can I request headcanons on what vox would be like as a father of a teen daughter? I feel like he'd be great to gossip with and would tell her to slap any boy that hits on her

Vox absolutely fucking would do this, and he is that type of girl dad to loudly brag that his Princess is cuter than every other father’s! Vox be like: ‘You wish your daughter was as cute as mine’

Vox- Baby Laptop

Vox is extremely doting and loving but extremely protective. Like, he has cameras and drones following you, his fourteen year old human life AND demon life daughter, around all the time. You can’t leave the tower without him knowing and he won’t condone you walking around Hell without ALL his bodyguards escorting you

Vox is a bragger. He brags and he flexes what he has so when it comes to you, he is one-upping every known mother and father in the Pride Ring and flaunting his precious babygirl with no hesitation. You’re beautiful and Hell deserves to bask in your presence… according to Vox

Remember, your dad is the technology Overlord. The one in charge of every device in this city, so of course, he is kept to date with every trend or phrase or online concept and he always gives you the latest model his slaves team created. He spoils you since it’s a symbol of his love

Vox is basically your best gossip buddy and no matter how busy he is, he’ll make time to talk to you. Call him, he’ll answer and whilst he works, he’ll listen to you and he remembers it. He has a good open ear and a good sense of ‘fuck you all’ so he’ll get rather into your gossip pieces and consider asking Velvette to spread them through her social media influence

Vox is more than capable of getting sweet, soft and emotive with you. He always proclaims to you, with his whole heart, that he puts you out because he’s proud of you and adores you and he wants you to have everything when back on Earth, he could barely give you anything

Yes. Vox loves you MORE than he likes messing with Valentino so if Valentino dares to hit you, your father is bolting across the room at mach speeds to make his on-and-off boyfriend regret putting his hands on you. You’re his spoiled little princess and nobody touches you! You’re too valuable!

Vox has a picture of you in his wallet and in his suit pocket. So, whilst he is working tirelessly throughout the days and hasn’t seen you in a while. He’ll pick either photograph out and admire it. Both are direct recreations of photographs he owned when both of you were humans

Like Carmilla Carmine with her two daughters, Vox likes to have you occasionally work for him and occasionally means occasionally. Vox only cares that you’re happy so if you want to spend all day everyday in your big fancy room in his tower free of stress, he lets it!

However. Vox, of course, teaches you important life skills. He didn’t get a chance to when both of you were humans on Earth so he is now. Every night, he teaches you to cook recipes, he teaches you to do basic chores, he teaches you how to balance any money you earn

Vox almost views you as the cute babygirl he had back on Earth. The little five year old that was so happy to see him come home after so long of working so hard as a TV salesman in the late 1940s. The little girl who needed him to go to sleep at night, the precious darling who claimed she’d grow up and become a saleswoman too!

Vox does baby you and he doesn’t regret it. He coodles, he snuggles, he baby talks, he coos. He does all of it because he loves you dearly, you’re the single thing that drove him to become a Overlord, you’re the single thing that motivated him to become one of the strongest Overlords in Hell, you’re the single thing that even brought him to work with technology

Vox had always taught you; ‘if a boy or a girl hits on you, slap them’ and that became your norm. You come home, Vox asks what happened and you tell him. He is always happy to hear that you don’t let anybody bother you

The only criticism or advice Vox will take for his products is you so when you say something doesn’t work or needs improvement. He takes it and throws it as his workers so they can fix up what you said. He doesn’t care what his clients think, he cares what his own flesh and blood thinks

Vox loves how you have his TV head and even gets you to wear a matching outfit with him as a cute father-daughter joke. He likes it, it’s adorable. You look like such a badass business lady! He is that type of dad that will embarrass you with how much he loves you

Talking about a father-daughter situation, Vox has the weekends booked all for you. Two father-daughter days out so you two go to the shops, get drinks, gossip more, talk shit about Alastor, go egg the Hazbin Hotel, get some shopping then go to visit the Vees to chat then pick up a movie suggestion to go watch a movie together! Vox loves these days since he is truly himself with you

Vox legit has you in his contacts as the following; ‘My precious darling princess’

“Darling, Princess. It’s time to wake up, we’re going out together! Yes. To the movies and to the shops. I heard that old timey prick is in a Hotel so let’s go egg it once we’re done, ‘kay? Great, I’ll be waiting for you, pumpkin”

[radioisntdead]

Could I request an awkward, shy reader who is a frequent highlight of a popular bar for absolutely killing it on karaoke with popular love songs (think Careless Whisper and the like) and one day catches the eye of an overlord (Rosie, Velvette)

Good evening my dear! I went with Velvette because I haven't done her in a while!

I did tweak the request a little as I don't think "You give love a bad name" by Bon Jovi counts as a popular love song but it fits

You give love a bad name

Velvette x reader

Warnings!

Mild power inbalance

Original version of the song here

And a cover I really like here

You weren't the most confident person, not in life, nor in death, you were a bystander, the type of person to stand frozen instead of doing something in an emergency.

Maybe that's what landed you below but that didn't matter.

You worked in the Vee's tower specifically for Velvette you were one of the people in the back making sure everything ran smoothly, that this dress was properly dry cleaned, some jackets were hung properly and delivered etc etc, you were lucky enough to not have to talk with your boss just her assistant.

you were unnoticed and you liked it that way.

However you tended to turn into a different person, more confident when on stage, you worked nights singing at a up and coming bar of sorts, it didn't feel much like a job you practically got to sing your little heart out AND got paid for it, it was a win-win!

Typically you'd sing more cheesy songs but you felt like changing things up a little, deciding to pull out a song you enjoyed while alive,

You walked out onto the dark stage waiting for your que, typically you'd be wearing cardigans, professional suits and the like but you decided to forgo that for a striking red and pink two piece for your performance.

With your hands gripping the microphone you tapped your foot on the stage.

The spotlight shined down on you, conveniently in a heart shape.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame,"

Velvette sat in a booth scrolling on her phone as per usual, some drink in her free hand, she had come with a couple other people but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Darlin', you give love a bad name,"

Guitar played out as you looked around the room, not catching your boss in the corner,

Velvette decided to spare a glance over just to see what act was going on, you caught her attention with your attire.

You looked nice in those clothes.

"An angel's smile is what you sell, you promised me Heaven, then put me through Hell,"

You strutted down the stage reaching the stand that was meant to hold the microphone,

Velvette put her phone down, eyes locked on you

"Chains of love got a hold on me,"

You mimicked chains holding you, putting your wrists together like they were put together.

"When passion's a prison, you can't break free,"

You were somewhat familiar, where did she recognize you from? A video online? Were you one of Val's whores? Probably not you didn't look like how they did.

"Whoa-oh-oh, you're a loaded gun, yeah,"

You strutted around the stage completely owning it, nothing could take this from you.

"Whoa-oh-oh, there's nowhere to run, No one can save me, the damage is done,"

You did a few movements with your arm, just for dramatic effect, Velvette's eyes widened ever so slightly as she finally realized who you were,

That awkward little nobody that handled preparing the clothes for the shoots, shows and whatever else.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame,"

Who would've thought you'd be doing this in your free time?

"You give love a bad name, I play my part and you play your game,"

And who would've thought that you could look so amazing? Maybe she should just scoop you right up to model for her.

"You give love a bad name,"

A smirk appeared on Velvette's face, she swung one leg over the other as she leaned back in the booth to get a better look at you.

"Hey, you give love,"

You gave a wink to the crowd.

"A bad name,"

Sinners and hellborn alike swooned.

"Paint your smile on your lips,"

You could give Verosika Mayday a run for her money.

"Blood red nails on your fingertips,"

You moved back to the microphone stand.

"A schoolboy's dream, you act so shy,"

You held the microphone stand in one hand the mic in the other,

"Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye,'"

Your eyes scanned around the club, widening at the sight of Velvette,

"Whoa-oh-oh, you're a loaded gun,"

Well it wasn't like she recognized you, you doubted that she even knew who you were or that you worked for her.

"Whoa-oh-oh, there's nowhere to run,"

You'd scram when the show was over, maybe grab a drink beforehand though, you would need a drink.

"No one can save me, the damage is done,"

Velvette kept her eyes on you, unable to look away even as her phone blew up with notifications.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame,"

Velvette decided for whatever reason to get up from her seat and walk up to the stage, maybe it was to get a better look, maybe it was to get you to look at her.

"You give love a bad name, I play my part and you play your game,"

You briefly locked eyes with her as you sang watching her come closer to the stage,

"You give love a bad name,"

You looked away, twirling the microphone stand before discarding it by walking away.

"You give love, oh,"

Maybe it was because you were feeling slightly woozy from the thrill of singing, maybe it was because you falsely thought she didn't know who you were, that she wouldn't recognize you

Maybe it was because the gal that ran the joint suggested you should do more fan servicey things while singing like booping someone on the nose if they had one.

"Oh,"

You did a walk around the stage before stopping at Velvette,

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame,"

Eyes locked with hers

"You give love a bad name,"

You reached a hand out placing your finger underneath her chin and tilted her head to look up at you.

"I play my part and you play your game,"

This was not how Velvette was expecting her night to go,

"You give love a bad name,"

But she didn't mind it, her stunned expression turned into a confident smirk,

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame,"

You leaned in slowly,

"You give love a bad name,"

Your eyes flicked down to her lips

"I play my part and you play your game,"

You removed your finger from her chin and stood back up, retaining eye contact as you watched her get everso flustered or maybe stunned was a better word.

"You give love a bad name,"

You broke eye contact as you moved around the stage back to the microphone stand,

"You give love,"

You took a quick breath as "Whoa-oh"s were sung out by someone behind you

"You give love, bad name,"

You tapped your foot on the ground, timing it with the guitar,

"You give love,"

You turned your eyes back to Velvette,

"You give love, bad name,''

You blew a quick kiss to her,

You didn't know what possessed you to do so, you'd probably regret it later though.

"You give love,''

You turned around and began walking over to the part of the stage you originally came from,

"You give love, bad name,"

Velvette watched you, eyes never leaving you for a moment, did she even blink??

"You give love,"

You grabbed onto the silky red certains that hide the back part of the stage from wandering eyes,

"You give love, bad name."

Velvette watched as you disappeared from sight, going behind the stage.

Velvette returned to her seat where her companions from before finally returned,

She glanced back at the stage, and managed to spot you waltzing out from behind it with someone patting your back saying what a great show you did, she watched as you ordered a drink, slowly going back to your more reserved persona.

Velvette would most definitely corner you against a wall when you came to work the next morning, putting her fingers under your chin like you had done to her.

Truly did you expect to get away from her that easily after your little show?

Good evening folks! Hope you enjoy I had a ton of fun writing! This is scheduled to go up Monday morning!

The amount of times Velvette autocorrect into Velveeta while I was writing.

[simphornies]

Ahdjsksjsjkssb I love your Vox content and I was wondering if I could request a Vox x reader (preferably fem) who performs songs and dances online, they're like a big shot social media star(who's besties with Vel) and often ropes the Vees into making online content with her(games, dance challenges, reactions, etc. when they're free of course) and it's free PR that some sinners like watching because it's just funny to watch the 3 overlords + reader doing goofy shit. Bonus points if you write about sinners just #shipping Vox and Reader because they have good chemistry XD

A/N: I was listening to Circus by Britney Spears so I may have made the reader a little flirt :) Also this one's a little short so I apologize

Word count: 934

Social Sensation - Vox x Reader

“Vox!” You whined, clinging onto his leg. “No! I’m not letting you plug controllers into me so you can play video games for a video.” He groaned as he repeated himself for the fifth time.

“Vox! Please! The sinners! They want it!” You begged. “This one time and I won’t ask you for it again!”

He sighs, giving in just to get you to stop. And also because he knew you wouldn’t let go until he agreed. “Fine. You get 15 minutes.”

“...20?” You asked.

“Don’t push it.”

.

Vox had the most deadpan expression on his face while you were livestreaming on Voxstagram, completely unamused at the fact that there’s three different cords plugged into the back of his head. “Vox, put your fuckin’ face away! It’s throwing me off.” Velvette complained, having fallen off of the platform. The three of you were playing Super Smash, as per request of the audience. He groaned and hid his own face on his own screen.

You, Velvette and Valentino were screaming at each other during the whole game. “Valentino! Move your head out the way I can’t see!” You groaned. “Well I can’t fucking see either!” He yelled back, eyes squinting at the screen.

After what felt like forever to Vox, you win the game. You grabbed your phone and smiled, “Thanks for joining in you guys! I’ll see you all tomorrow for another stream!” You put an arm around Vox and put the camera on him. “A big thanks to Vox! For letting us use him for the game today!”

The comments were flooded with a bunch of thanks to Vox, cheering him on for being a real one and promising to buy more VoxTek devices. You signed off and ended the stream. Vox took out the cords with no hesitation as soon as you did. “That was not 15 minutes.” Vox squinted at you, arms crossed.

“I’m sorry, Voxy~” You giggled and laid your head on his lap, happily scrolling on your phone, “I got you more sales and I got more followers. A win-win!”

He huffed, “I get sales either way.” He was full on pouting now. You reached up and pinched the side of his screen, “Aw. Don’t be mad. You know you love me. Besides, you’ve been getting more sales ever since I started crashing here with you guys and you can’t tell me I’m wrong.”

For a brief second, you swore his usual blue screen started to fade into a red before going back to blue. “I guess you’re right on that.” He lets out a sigh and relaxes into the couch, “So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“I gotta go tomorrow to the Lust Ring.” You showed him a photo of the poster Asmodeus posted on his Voxstagram. “I’m performing!”

“The Lust Ring?!” His voice cracked before he cleared his throat, “That’s a…You’re gonna fine by yourself?” “What?” You grinned cheekily, “You scared someone’s gonna fuck me there instead of you~” You teased as his screen turned a little red.

“What! No!” He huffed, “I was just wondering if you’d want an escort or something.”

“Aww. If you wanted to come with me, you could’ve just said so!” You giggled and got up.

“Don’t get it twisted! It’s for business.” He crossed his arms.

“Right.” You winked, “Business. Anyways I’ll see you there. Gotta meet up with Velvette for my new outfit.”

.

Vox sat in one of the seats closer to the front. He stayed on his phone during the other performances only putting it away after you were announced to come up next.

“And it’s my pleasure to announce our final performance for the night! The darling, Y/N!” Asmodeus stepped away from the spotlight as it shines on you.

You began your performance immediately making eye contact with Vox. A seductive smile on your face the whole time. You danced seductively while you sang. Vox didn’t take his eyes off of you, glued to your intoxicating display. His eyes followed your hands running up your hips and to your chest and through your hair. He was enamored.

.

Your performance went viral online, plenty of people talked about the dress Velvette made for you which boosted her sales making her very happy. Vox’s jaw dropped expression and your wink at him went crazy too, people shipping the two of you together.

“Vox!” You yelled, catching his attention, “The sinners loved the performance. I’m so glad you came and watched it!”

“Y-Yeah! It was amazing as always, my dear.” He grinned, “You’re very lovable, Y/N.” He took a sip of his coffee, watching you gleefully scroll through your phone.

You showed him the comments on your phone, “They love us too, baby~” You teased. He choked on his drink and looked at all of the people commenting under a picture of him staring at you on the stage. “I think you should give what the people and I want and go on a date with me.” You winked.

“A date?!” He coughed, “You want to go on a date with me?”

“For an allegedly smart overlord, you’re a little slow, huh?” You giggled and left him a kiss on his screen. “That show was for you. I’ll see you later tonight~” You snapped a photo next to him rebooting and posted it to your socials with ‘Told him we’re going on a date tonight! <3 Love ya @ Vox <3’ as the caption. Your comments were flooded with excited fans going insane over the development. You giggled and walked away, leaving Vox to deal with your confession by himself.

[midnight-raven]

Hazbin Hotel Fankids Ideas

ARIA MAGNE

Charlie and Vaggie’s Daughter.

Kind-hearted, always willing to help someone in need, and has a slight temper.

Talented singer, fierce fighter, speaks fluent demonic and spanish.

Growing up, Aria has met Lucifer a handful of times but she’s never met Lilith.

Has heterochromia; a pink and a yellow iris.

Her full demon form has wings, horns, and she wields a sword and shield.

Wants to help her mothers dream come true, and is insecure about being heir to the throne.

On occasions, Lucifer sends her a rubber duck for her birthdays.

OSCAR

Alastors’ Son

Oscar is a Shadow that Alastor brought to life as a deer demon and raised (without revealing the truth of his origins)

Polite, curious, has little social skills and a slight dark sense of humor.

Has antlers, one is half broken.

Collects old records and other relics.

Talented chef; cooks Hannibal Lector style.

Loves visiting Rosie in Cannibal Corner.

Smiles often but not as much as Alastor, and inherited a sliver of his powers.

HOPE

Husk & Angel Dusts’ Daughter

Nickname is ‘Wild Card’

Independent, feisty, and fiercely protective of the ones she loves.

Has wings, sharp claws, a second set of arms, and can cough up web-balls.

Hopes to someday break her Dads free of their contracts.

Has a strong dislike towards Overlords.

Adores Fat Nuggets.

The big sister to everyone in the youth group, she makes the best ice cream sundaes and milkshakes.

THE SNAKELINGS

Triplet sons of Sir Pentious.

FANG; The Leader (self proclaimed since he hatched first) Adventurous, Loyal, Assertive.

COYLE; The Powerhouse. Energetic, Playful, Impetuous

WRENCH; The Inventor. Timid, Curious, Imaginative.

Each of the snakelings adore their Dad and will do anything to help him.

The Egg Bois are the best babysitters/uncles.

THE VEES 2.0

VERA; Daughter of Vox

One of Hells most popular Influencers. Works with her Dad to promote Voxtec products on Voxtagram.

Has Techonopatic powers that she uses for her vlogs, and to stream shows with her friends.

Online; Vera is bold, confident and a tad boastful. Offline, with Virgil and Valerie, she’s fair, playful, and quieter.

VIRGIL, Son of Velvette.

Works as an enforcer for the Vees; dealing with unsatisfied customers, incompetent employees, etc.

The strong and silent type but is more talkative when around his mother and friends.

In his free time, Virgil enjoys sketching and spending time with Vera and Valerie.

VALERIE; Daughter of Valentino.

Passionate and Affectionate; Daddy’s Little Princess

Valentino spoils her with gifts but doesn’t let her out of V Tower very often, and scares off any suitors that look her way.

Only friends are Vera, Virgil, Kitty, and her litter of queeves.

HENRY HAVOC

Son of Katie Killjoy & Tom Trench

Blunt, Arrogant, & Insolent (Basically a Mini Sociopath)

Has to wear a muzzle and gloves because he both scratches and bites.

Works as a cameraman for 6 6 6 News, mostly so his parents can keep an eye on him.

(Sorry, that’s all I got)

[traegorn]

So Remember You Can Find Me Elsewhere...

I love Tumblr, and plan to stay here until the lights turn off or they make me leave -- but honestly I'm always nervous about the future of this platform. So I thought I'd remind you guys that I exist elsewhere online.

My own websites:

First off, I've been maintaining my own website since 1996 and I have a blog there that I started in 2001 when I was twenty and working retail. It is, for better or for worse, the most "me" place online. It has three different domains -- trhonline.com, traedorn.com and traegorn.com -- but they're all the same site. You can always find me and my stuff there.

I'm also part of a collective of creators called Nerd & Tie, which started out as a podcast network but has been branching out into other media. And it, of course, has a site.

I have other websites like Peregrine Lake's site or BS-Free Witchcraft's, but those two places will always function as central hubs for what I (or we) are currently doing. Also, we have independent forums for Nerd & Tie where folks can talk to each other without a corporate overlord collecting data or ads ever appearing (I put ads on my sites -- but not on the forums).

But now on to other social networks and sites I don't run:

First off, my Patreon. Obviously there are perks for my paid membership, but free members can get some updates here, so if you have an account, why not follow for free?

But also I'm on other sites to varying degrees -- so here's the list:

Finally, besides the forums I mentioned earlier, Nerd & Tie has a Discord you can join where I can always be found.

And that's it pretty much? I probably forgot something, but that's it for now.

[redvexillum]

A/N: I didn't anticipate writing a Vox x Reader story (much less a raunchy, BDSM theme smut). But, I needed to get this idea out of my head so I can focus on my request and my other stories. So, here we are. Also, I've noticed there is a distressingly low number of PURE Vox x Reader stories, so I wanted to contribute to the database.

Though, I apologize if my version of Vox is lacking in any way. I have made many creative liberties with my head canon version of him.

Inspired by this post/conversation with the lovely miss @redfoxwritesstuff

07.09.24 - Now that I know where I'm going with this story, I have changed the title from [Short Fuse] to Signal.

SUMMARY: You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

Until one day, the mysterious anonymous hater (probably) accidentally revealed themselves to be the one and only TV demon, an Overlord and CEO of everything technological and modern.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, toxic relationship, enemies to f*ck buddies to something indescribable, dom/sub undertone, sub!Vox, dom!reader, reader is a responsible dom, Vox takes a lot of L's but he secretly enjoys it, dual POV, Vox tries to be hip but ends up being a boomer, Reader is sexually liberal and confident, Vox is the brattiest sub you will ever find, kind of fluff if your squint

“Hello, my Sexy Peeps! How are you doing on this hellish day?” A melodious burst of laughter chimed from Vox’s phone. He took a dramatic sip from his coffee, savouring the rich, dark brew, and settled into his plush armchair, preparing to lose himself in her latest video.  

“Today, I thought I’d mix things up a bit due to a very popular request!” She continued and leaned forward in front of the camera, giving Vox a generous view of her cleavage. He approved her outfit choice for today, a tight-fitting cyan blue tank top with a plunging v-neckline.  

But aside from her attire, he was interested by her supposedly “new” content. He didn’t know she took requests from her viewers. Intrigued, he arched an eyebrow, setting his cup down on the side table and leaning his face closer to his phone.  

The newest online sensation on VoxTube was about to begin. This girl had seemingly materialized out of nowhere, drawing tens of thousands of views and subscribers to her channel. Her retention rates were astoundingly high for content so banal and ordinary. Initially, Vox had suspected his network had been hacked.  

He still couldn’t quite grasp how in seven layers of Hell she had managed to manipulate the algorithm with her simple videos. All she did was try the newest foods around the Pentagram and review random merchandise in a phenomenon called “unboxing.” 

His gaze inevitably wandered to the deep trench of cleavage she prominently displayed. He scoffed. He’d seen better. After all, his partner controlled the porn industry in Hell.  

Yet, that didn’t stop him from pausing her video sometimes, openly staring at her chest for a few seconds… or minutes…or maybe he may have saved a couple (several) screenshots of her video and her photos from her Sinstagram account. Perhaps he might have even saved some of her more salacious-looking photos on his internal hard drive for private viewing. 

All for research, of course.  

“Now, I know there’s this series – the longest-running series in all of Hell…” she trailed off, her plump, pretty lips curling into a mischievous smirk.  

Vox straightened in his chair, feeling the first flutter of excitement in his chest. Could it be? Was she going to mention his most prized project, “Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?!” for free?  

Excitement surged within him, a giddy thrill that this lame, greenhorn, no-name nobody was about to mention his series to her 2.5 million (and growing) viewers.  

“Guys, guys, guys,” she laughed, raising her perfectly manicured hands in the air as if in surrender. “I watched the first season and wow–” 

Vox pressed his thighs together, waiting with bated breath for what he hoped would be a glowing review. Perhaps he should contact her, reach out, sponsor her like all the tiny, insignificant, worthless, businesses were doing.  

“I gotta tell you,” She shrugged, raised her immaculate trimmed brow, and with a hearty guffaw, said, “it’s pretty mid.” 

Disbelief washed over him as he stared at the screen. Instinctively, Vox paused the video, staring at the freeze-frame image of her with a large smile dancing across her lips.  

Mid? Mid? What the fuck did mid even mean? 

Scrutinizing the word in his mind, he thought maybe she had given his series an average score. Average. He could work with average. But judging from the comments filled with those annoying crying laughing emojis and agreement that it was bad, he realized it was another piece of slang from this decade that he somehow missed.  

Power surged through his head as his mind dove into the database, and he opened his trusty Urban Hell Dictionary. 

The definition of Mid was… 

Below average. 

Not good. 

Mediocre.  

Boring.  

“WHHHHAT?” He roared, his voice glitching in between the long-drawn-out word. Springing up from his chair, he picked up his mug before hurling it against the polished floor. It shattered into a cascade of jagged pieces, their sharp lines reminiscent of crooked, mocking smiles. The hot coffee splashed onto the hem of his pants, its sudden heat mirroring the fury rising within him.  

Memories surged through him, back to when he was alive, back when they cancelled him for not being innovative enough, for not being entertaining enough, for being… 

Being…. 

Boring.  

His eyes twitched, electricity crackled and jolted up in arcs across the surface of his head before fizzling out at the points of the antennas from his hat.  

He should kill her. Get Val to make her disappear or force her into working at his porn studio. How dare she call the fruits of his labour…b-bo-… He seethed, unable to even say the damn, blasted word.  

Vox thought of a thousand ways to torment her, relishing the idea of making her cry with her below-average, not good, mediocre, BORING looking face. Anger surged, boiled, in his veins, and he did what he knew was the best course of action when faced with this unprecedented insult.  

After all, with VoxTek, he had an image to keep of being on the side of the lowly Sinners. He chuckled, forced, but chuckled, nonetheless. It would smear his good image to go after some small, nobody of a Sinner. After all, he was an Overlord and the CEO of the largest corporation in all the five fucking points of the Pentagram.  

She was going to get so cancelled.  

That he would make sure of.  

Humming a random, jaunty little tune, you shut off the ring light and closed your laptop. Stretching your back, you sighed in satisfaction as your bones gave a gratifying crack. You giggled at some comments from your review of the popular series, “Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?!”  

There were passionate defences claiming the series was a work of art, which was far-reaching at best. It was mildly entertaining enough to watch while you painted your nails. Seriously, the show looked like it was produced for the audience in the 1950s.  

You were the first influencer to give a poor rating to the TV series, and being first meant more controversy, more views, and more money from sponsorships as you rose to the trending list once again.  

Damn, gaming the system was the best. Truly, Hell was way behind its time compared to what people did for views back when you were alive.  

Following your routine, you washed away the makeup, changed from your tight-fitting clothes into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, and laid on your king-sized bed that was far too big for one person. Staring up at the ceiling, you were surrounded by the void of your loneliness.  

You should…go out and fuck someone.  

Preferably, someone related to the entertainment industry. All that juicy gossip about your newest fling always raked in views and clicks.  

But the idea fizzled and died as you thought about having to play the submissive role, feeding their giant egos to compensate for their shit-sized cocks. You considered visiting the BDSM club, but influential people were rarely found out in the open in those shops. There was probably a private club that you weren’t invited to…yet.  

Vain.

Empty.

Nothing.  

It didn’t change much, did it? Whether you were alive or damned.  

Everything about your life was the same.  

Sitting up, you grabbed your phone and started to scroll through Voxazon, frivolously spending thousands of Hell bucks on useless crap.  

Retail therapy.  

The tried-and-true method to stave off depression and apathy.  

You were ready for that dopamine hit as you read through the reviews of the latest dildo models, your lips pulling into a sly smirk at all the new features of VoxTek’s newest sex toy.  

A chime resounded from your phone – a notification from your personal email. Your brows raised as the sender was from anonymous666@hellmail.com 

Confused, you opened the email, wincing at the possibility of infecting your device with a virus. But that thought quickly vanished as you read the email’s content.  

Subject: (no subject)  Dear Bitch,   Retract that fucking review about “Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?!” from your video today, or you will regret it.   Furthermore, you have a “mid” face, and so are your boobs. Your boobs are super fucking mid. You probably get MORE views if you actually covered your boobs because that’s how MID they are.   And all your videos are MID. Especially the one you posted on July 7, 20XX, where you reviewed the Hellover drink. The one where you wore that shitty neon green tank top, which, by the way, is also fucking MID.   Anyway, this is my FIRST and LAST warning.   Fuck you.   P.S. Seriously. Fuck you.

Your eyes slowly blinked, once, twice, before a hearty, genuine laugh erupted from you. Oh my God. Did this prick actually hack your account to get your personal email to send such a shitty, lame-ass message? 

Breaths coming out in short, uneven huffs, you rolled over on your bed from side to side, clutching your stomach. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard. You hadn’t laughed this genuinely since you fell to Hell.  

As your eyes traced over the words of their message, you laughed out loud again. It looked like you had a butt-hurt superfan.  

Humming, you rolled over onto your stomach and kicked your feet idly as you stared at the message. “Thanks for the laugh, virgin prick,” you whispered, planting a loud smooch on your cellphone screen. “Annnnd, delete!” Your index finger daintily tapped the trash can icon.  

Now, back to the task at hand. You debated between getting the glittery pink dildo or the two prong dildo. Tilting your head, you decided you deserved a treat, so you ordered both. 

As you were purchasing more random crap, your eyes glazed over, your mind fervently thinking of what to say for your next season review for that TV series. Just then, an annoying ad popped up – of course, from VoxTek – promoting their shitty Cobra vibrator. Seriously, you tried it, and it did nothing for you.  

An idea rapidly formed, growing until you jumped out of bed and ran to your laptop. No one had truly (and honestly) reviewed some of VoxTek’s terrible sex toys yet. In fact, you noticed that every single review for their sex toy line had glowing five-star ratings.  

Now, some of their toys were outstanding, making you come so hard until you were sobbing, soaking your underwear from your release. But that was one out of every five toys you purchased. Like all massive corporations, VoxTek was clearly buying reviews, giving themselves perfect scores.  

Perhaps it was time to change that. 

Your review of the series and the anonymous hate message were soon quickly forgotten. This was your chance to shake things up, to give the unfiltered, raw truth that your viewers craved.  

With a determined glint in your eyes, you started drafting your next video script. This was going to be huge, bigger than Jerry’s dick from last week, that was for sure.  

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💠 MASTERLIST 💠

[sapphiresaphics]

So these are screenshots in the Bridging the Rift documentary about the creation of Arcane. This is from episode 3 which debuted in August 2022. The episodes are all up on YouTube for free btw.

You can see them working on designing Lest.

Viktors metal hands.

And a very close to completion shot of Caitlyn in S2E1 handing tea to her grieving father.

Season 1 was released on November 2021. This documentary came out almost a year after the first season aired and they were already deep enough into season 2 that shots and characters from Act 1 were already nearing completion.

Amanda Overton has said in interviews online that season 2’s story was finished being written before season 1 even aired. The voice actors for Maddie and Sky both have said they recorded their lines for season 2 right around when covid hit in 2020. And these glimpses behind the scenes seem to confirm that. You can’t be working on near completed shots if you don’t have a script and dialogue already written and recorded.

This is why I really hate the speculation that the season was “rushed” or that the issues people have with this season are the result of Netflix or some corporate overlord cancelling future seasons or forcing them to add stuff they didn’t want. From all the evidence I can see and from all the information we’ve gotten from the writers themselves, both seasons of Arcane were written back to back and completed before season 1 even finished airing.

I know that if you had issues with season 2 it’s easier to blame some sort of external force for what’s wrong, but so far all of the evidence just points to this is how the season was written for good or bad.

Also we neee to clear some things up. Christian Linke may be going around giving interviews, but that’s mostly because he’s the show runner and producer. That’s a technical term for the guy who funds the project and makes sure it’s on budget and gets done. He doesn’t really have a lot of story credit, he’s a music producer. So take whatever he says with a grain of salt.

The REAL people you should be listening to are people like Amanda Overton who have not been shy about taking about their process in writing the series. She’s answered a lot of questions about the series in YouTube videos like this.

Additionally, you need to understand that Netflix is mostly just the distributor. Riot funded and produced the whole show on their own. And while they had some Netflix censorship guidelines they had to follow (for scenes where the lesbian sex got a little too spicy), Netflix has no control over the series. They did not cancel the show early. They do not promise them 5 seasons and suddenly cut it back to 2. Netflix is in it for the viewership only. If they actually DID cancel the series, Riot could easily just keep producing more shows and release them on any other streaming platform instead. Netflix holds nothing over them.

I guess all I want to do is show how LONG of a process all of this was and to give some insight into the making of the show. I want people to understand these things so they’re not out here coming up with conspiracy theories and out what they THINK went wrong. Uninformed speculation is not useful or productive.

Personally, I loved season 2 and the “rushed” feeling has been dwindling the more I rewatch the show and appreciate what they were doing. I strongly recommend that if you have issues with the show, go back and rewatch the entire show from start to finish. I’m finding stuff in season 1 that only makes more sense now that season 2 is out.

[falsemilkbun]

A short screed on the validity of 'Mith' as a nickname for Mithrun (specifically from Kabru, whose inner monologue populated the panel above)

Note: This is not a discussion invite, it's me explaining my rationale for something now that I'm not answering a call from the shadow nation at 4 in the morning. What up, shadow nation.

Short answer: Yes, to me, as far as I can surmise.

Long answer: AUGH, CLICK THE CUT

So I went and got a raw containing this panel (Yen Press translation below)

so that I could see which adjective/verb/suru-fied noun is being used in relation to the word mithril, and it's ���来/(ゆらい)ゆらい. I mostly see this word (when I am reading Japanese, poorly, or typing it even more poorly) in relation to, basically, etymology. There's even a Japanese etymology resource online that's just called gogen dash yurai dot jp.

Even if the arrow appears to be indicating his armor, all pieces of it clearly aren't metal at all, and the word 由来 is not one I've seen used to refer to the material construction of objects. If the bubble basically says "mithril (etymological) origin?" then I believe it's reasonable on the part of the localizers to infer that it's talking about his name, which is the only word Kabru knows in relation to Mithrun at this point. It is a word that is not used for material, it is used for the origins of things like words and customs, and context makes a word/name the most likely subject.

Mithril is just kind of a word nerds of a kind know - it's in FF, it's in WoW, it's in Overlord, etc - but it's also from Tolkien's elven languages, and Kui is an elf and LOTR enjoyer. Please look at her cast portraits, they are incredible. Aragorn looks like the gun-barfing Zardoz head. I'm obsessed with him.

magnificent.

Eniwe.

The word's made up of the words for 'pale gray' and 'glitter/brilliance.' Because it describes a shiny silvery metal.

Since Kabru is wondering if Mithrun's name derives from the word and it only uses one half of it, it's fair to assume that 'Mith' means something even if it isn't explicitly derived from that conlang. You couldn't pick up half the word and stick it onto something else if it didn't function on its own.

That is means pale gray/silver makes it a very applicable name element/nickname. Run and rhûn also mean things, some of which feel significant given the other meaning of his name but I am

This is about the panel, and I think the panel supports you if you decide to use the nickname. Even if it's incorrect, it's Kabru's first impression of the name, and it's descriptive and relevant. I had a friend whose surname is Stang and our friend group called him Mustang. Nothing to do with horses, that name, it was just us free associating and having fun with our guy. Have fun with your guy!

[peasant-player]

PeasantPlayer's Tree

leave a message for PeasantPlayer! #colormytree https://colormytree.me/2024/01JF7KRFPYP8W05N5MNPSK603Y

Oh @thelien-art / @tar-thelien I made my own tree!!

This is such a fun idea!

@erendur @starshadeemilyart @zrii-the-orc @starsofarda forcing you to be nice to me and my tree ❤️ 🎄

This is open for anyone! I just don't want to spam all my lovelies like @papita474 or @sadsilmarilsoup uhm @balrogballs and last but definitely not least my favorite german @overlord-of-fantasy haha I got so many GREAT online mutuals this year omg. Is it because if the free elven boobies?

I started with like 3 bots and now there are real life people talking and having fun with me :D

Love you all ❤️

@curufiin I saw in one of your post that you feel a little down and left out? maybe some Christmas cheer might bring you a good mood!

For me mulled wine always helps

You can design your own little tree and have fun :D I would love to send a nice message!

[s-creations]

Comes in Waves - Who Did This To You?

Entries for the 2024 RadioStatic Week.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen and Up Audience Relationship: Alastor/Vox Additional Tags: Cursing, Angst, Fluff and Angst, I'll try and write a good mix of both happy and sad, They're both idiots when it comes to love.

Every step hurts. Every breath was painful. His vision was horrible with how cracked his screen was. It was amazing that he was even still standing. He was pretty sure he was running off of adrenaline and the moment that fell away, he was going to drop. 

Vox couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped him when he met with some uneven ground. Needing to dig his claws into the closet surface to gain some balance for himself. Unable to move from the new wave of pain, Vox tried to catch his breath as he tried to ‘look’ around. When his vision did clear, he’d been able to catch some snippets of the path he was on. 

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he picked this way. He could have just gone back to his Tower. It would have been easier. Less damage to his already bruised ego. Less chance of being seen by demons who shouldn’t know about his condition. 

But, at this point, with how much pain he was in, Vox was just on a one track mind of just getting to safety, to comfort, and that wasn’t back at his Tower. 

It was at that stupid, fucking hotel. If he was even allowed to come in. He could just barely make out the large structure. He was about halfway up the path from where he stood. It felt…so far away. But he was also so close, closer than before. He can make it. He can, he has to…

He was so tired…

He couldn’t move…

It took everything for Vox to place one more step. Only to freeze when the shadows shifted to form a familiar figure. Alastor’s smile tight as his eyes narrowed down on the injured Overlord. 

Vox couldn’t tell if the other was angry, annoyed, or both. 

“Well, you’re rather far from home.” Alastor said so casually, you would have thought they’d just met on the street any old day. But that damn smile was still tight. 

Vox’s retort was nothing more than his words being cut off in a stream of broken static. Pain coursing through him once more, causing his hand to become dislodged from the tree he��d dug them into. Body convulsing for a moment before he began to fall. Unable to pull the feeling back into his legs or arms to catch himself. 

But the landing never came. 

Instead, in the blink of an eye, Alastor had closed the distance between them. Staff disappeared to allow both arms to be free as they caught the unresponsive Overlord. Vox, on his part, was just barely online at this point. Knowing that he was open to whatever attack the Radio Demon might have for him. Expecting to feel the sting of a knife to cut through his back and into his heart, putting him out of his misery. 

Shock flickered through Vox once more when he was easily lifted off the ground. Wanting to feel some bit of annoyance or embarrassment to hit as he was basically cradled in the arms of his rival. But all he could do was lay his head on Alastor’s shoulder. Just able to make out the sharp smile pointed at him through his fogged vision. 

“I suppose you and I will have a long chat after you wake again.”

Vox merely blinked back as a reply. 

Alastor didn’t seem to care as he turned and made his way up to the hotel. Seeming to take his steps deliberately as if to not jostle Vox too much. The Media’s last memory was that of the double doors opening, the residents inside peering at them both with a mix of worry and panic, and Alastor pushing past them with ease and without a word. 

Vox was out before they reached the base of the grand staircase. 

.

.

.

When he woke, Vox was pleased to see that his vision had cleared up. That was the millisecond of relief he had before he realized he was not in his room. He was on a bed, a plush one. One that felt as if he was on a cloud, far softer than any of the beds the Vees’ owned. The canopy overhead was a deep red, a blood red, nothing like the reds from Valentino’s room. And Velvette didn’t like deep red. 

“W-Where…” Vox winces hearing how terrible his voice sounded.

He couldn’t move his head, still too tired from healing himself. But he could hear footsteps approaching where he laid. Confusion grew as Alastor came into view. That smile still in place as the Radio Demon sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, look who finally decided to wake. You were giving Sleeping Beauty a run for her money.” Alastor said calmly. But Vox could tell there was another emotion hidden underneath. You don’t study your biggest rival without learning a few cues.

With how tight Alastor’s smile was…was he…worried?

“What…happened?” Vox asked weakly. 

“I was hoping you could tell me, good man. You come shuffling your pity parade of one towards the hotel and I thought you were being your foolish self. Going to make another silly proclamation to fight me or what not…” Alastor’s chipper tone slowly disappeared as he started the other down. 

“Only to be colored surprised when I find you clinging to consciousness and barely able to stand. I thought, at first, maybe it was a ruse? Some way to have my guard be dropped. To foolishly let you in…”

Vox blinked, slowly, trying to remember. “...How long have I been asleep?”

“2 days, 11 hours, 52 minutes, and a few seconds… But who’s counting really.” That tight smile was back. 

“Where…am I? I mean, the hotel but…one of the rooms?”

“My room, to be more exact.” 

That caused a hit of confusion. Vox still couldn’t turn his head, to confirm if Alastor was telling the truth. But the Radio Demon had no reason to lie about something like this. So…

“You deliberately brought me to your room?” If Vox was his usual self, he would have put a teasing tone. Openly mocking the other for his action. But he was more surprised to have been not only brought into the hotel but specifically into Alastor’s room. 

His domain. 

Allowing Vox to just sleep on his bed. 

“Of course I did. The only one allowed to see you in such a state is me…” Alastor’s voice was just barely a whisper. Reaching out to run the back of his hand along Vox’s frame. 

Only to pull away quickly with his eyes a bright red, “Because only I should be able to take such pleasure in seeing you this broken.”

Vox growled as the laugh track played throughout the room. “Fuck you, Alastor!”

That gave Vox enough energy to sit up in defiance. Only to feel his body jolt in pain from the sudden movement, causing him to lay back down in intense suffering. 

“Ah ah,” Alastor wagged his finger, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You were, and still are, in bad shape and none of your electrical annoyances are here to help you along. Your recovery is going to take some time.”

“Did I get any calls?”

Alastor tilted his head at that. “How should I know?”

“What- Just, tap the screen on my phone and tell me what it says.”

“What phone?”

Vox let out a pained growl. “Now’s not the time for your technophobia or whatever. I need you to find my phone and-”

“Your phone’s not here.”

That gave the Media Overlord some pause. “...What do you mean it’s not here?”

“I mean it’s not here. Not sure how much clearer I can make it for you. You arrived here, but your ‘phone’ did not.”

“Don’t use air quotes, you ass.”

Alastor merely laughed. “Tell me, where do you remember your ‘phone’ being?”

Really wishing he could smack that smirk off, Vox contented himself with rolling his eyes. Looking away from the other as he tried to recall what happened. 

He was heading back from a meeting.

It was dark and he decided to duck into an alleyway. 

For everything he couldn’t remember why he didn’t call his limo or move through the current as he normally did. But he hadn’t felt like it that night.

He was engrossed in his phone, planning the next big event or meeting or something. 

He didn’t see the entrances being blocked. 

He didn’t see the first attack. 

He remembered fighting back. 

He’d dropped his phone to focus on everything else.

But between being jumped and with how many there were…

It’s shameful to think an Overlord would allow himself to be jumped so easily. 

“Well?”

Alastor’s voice pulled Vox back to the present. The Media Overlord nervous with how close the other was leaning over him. Red eyes narrowed as he waited for Vox to reply. That tight smile was back. 

“I…just lost it,” Vox replied weakly, “It’s fine. No one can access it. I’ll get it later.” 

He tensed when Alastor let out a low growl. Vox heard a tearing sound right next to his head. His mind helpfully offered that Alastor’s claws were digging into the bed. 

“What a horrible answer.” The Radio Demon’s voice was distorted as he spoke. 

Vox felt his heart racing. “What?”

“Since you seem to want to make this difficult, I’ll just cut to the chase.” Alastor’s face was barely an inch away from Vox’s. The Media Overlord knew the other didn’t have hypnotic powers, but he found he couldn’t look away from the deep red eyes staring into him. 

“Who did this to you.”

Vox swallowed weakly. “Just…some sinners. It’s not- I was just off- I wasn’t paying attention. It’s fine.”

The deep growl said otherwise. “Who. Give me descriptions. Detail. Locations. Something.”

“I- Why?” 

“Because I’m going to make them suffer,” Alastor hissed, “I’m going to send their screams of panic and fear through the airwaves for all to hear. I’m going to make an example out of them. I’m going to tell this wretched place that the only demon who’s allowed to even look at you is me. Do you understand? Y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ b̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞.”

Vox knew he should be terrified. That he should fight back in some way. To stand his ground and say he could handle this himself. But an ever growing part of him warned to not fight this and he quickly sided with it

“I-It was the alleyway off of 6th,” he started to spill, “Next to that little bakery, I think, I-I don’t know, but it has a weird name. They were sharks, loan sharks maybe? I don’t know. I know a few of those organizations owe me money so maybe this was them trying to clear the debt. There were about 5, maybe 6 of them? I didn’t get a good look.” 

The air suddenly cleared up. Vox letting out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding as he sunk back into the bed. On his part, Alastor looked as if nothing had just transpired. Merely corrected his tie before addressing Vox once more.

“Rest easy know that while you’re in my domain, no harm shall come to you.”

“Alastor-”

“I suggest you rest a little longer. Maybe you’ll get some feeling back in your limbs instead of just your mouth.” 

“Alastor-” Vox froze again, feeling fingers under his chin. Eyes following said hand as it was casually waved over his screen. Exhaustion suddenly gripped him. Just barely able to keep himself awake as he watched the other stand. “Alastor…”

“Rest, Vox. I’ll be back soon.”

As Alastor fully turned away, making for the door, Vox fell into the calming darkness and slept. 

[npdvelvette]

since the cluster b community has been identifying with hazbin characters i thought i’d share some hcs about vox & velvette ♡

i personally see vox as being narcissistic and histrionic. even his appearance could relate to this with the sense of him always putting on a show, literally. he’s performative and exaggerated and determined to remain at the top of the hierarchy and reinforce his status — shown by him constantly bringing out new inventions & feeling the need to compete with alastor.

even his fixation on alastor is related to npd, with him feeling threatened by al who is very similar to him (and npd coded too), so desperately needing to prove his superiority, or even that they are on equal footing. i know i experience this competitiveness with some other pwnpd that deep down i feel could almost be equal, which means they’re more threatening.

he also clearly hopes to provoke a reaction by streaming a live diss track all over hell, both from alastor and the public. his behaviour is rooted in maintaining status and fuelling his ego which despite the outwardly projected confidence is clearly unstable — his reaction at the end of stayed gone shows this.

he can’t stand not being involved and literally tries to inject himself into the hotel situation with pentious but ends up failing.

with velvette i can see her as being antisocial and narcissistic. i like the theories i’ve seen about her being a social media influencer when she was alive and perhaps even leading to someone’s death via online bullying, without really thinking about the effects of her actions on others. she clearly disrespects authority as shown by her behaviour in the overlord meeting, as well as being impulsive (quick to jump to starting a war with heaven after finding the exorcist head). her idea to fight with heaven also shows she doesn’t comprehend the reality of the damage it could do to both her own life and others in hell.

respectless is a great example of multiple npd traits: she displays feelings of high importance (referring to herself as the backbone of the vees), superiority (“i could eat you lot for breakfast”) and disregard for authority (her statements to zestial & carmilla who are a lot older). could also be taken as reckless behaviour since presumably(?) zestial is a lot more powerful, and she’s straight up insulting him.

this is just brief but i have a Lot more thoughts about both of them as well as alastor, so if anyone’s interested i’ll post more about it. and feel free to ask me questions relating to it<3

narc abuse believers dni this is for the cluster bs

[hells-sirenqueen]

roleplayer name: Xixi

roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

muse name(s): @hells-sirenqueen:

Hazbin Lilith -Lilith Morningstar (og/ show canon) -Albedo as alt fc -Sinner Snake Queen Lilith ( Unholy Crusade verse) -Queen Lilith Aradat Demonica (Dark Lilith - Failed Cycle Lilith/ Vampire UC Verse) ------ @baphomet-slumber-queen Belphegor - fc Gaap (Umineko)

-Frequent side muse Bethany ( paralysis demon) - fc Demon form Catherine. --- @cannibalxroses Overlord Rosie (Hartfelt. Married in UC verse to @/radioiaci and has taken his last name.) ----- @fxiled-fxithful Angela Blanc/ Ash Landers -Versed in Black Butler / Obey Me! / Hellverse -Primary focus is the Unholy Crusade Event/Verse & Aus associated

--------- @forgottenxsoldier Marie Hellverse OC (Former) Exorcist Angel

preferred communication: Honestly? Discord. I jump from one blog to another frequently depending on the muse I am feeling. So discord is the way to go. If you would like my discord and we are mutuals, please feel free to ask for it.

experience: Oh boy. So far as writing online, I've been rping since 2012. Started on Facebook, then slowly moved onto here and then to Twitter and then discord. Lately I've been mostly on here and discord though.

preferred roleplay type: I'm a hopeless romantic. I mean, I draft poems and romantic shit all the time. There is a writing partner of mine, whom I have a server with. We leave each other IC poetry for our characters and honestly it gives me life. I actually wrote a fic with them this past summer with our characters leaving love letters for one another. It was super sweet. (It was for Lucian x Shauntal. You can find it here if you're interested in reading it. I wrote for Shauntal.) But I am usually found writing some sort of angst or flirty/romantic scene. I'm..not the best at fight scenes, but with the UC verse, I've had to step out of that comfort zone a lot. It can get OP and Godmodding very quickly. I honestly hate it. There are some exceptions though. Like, if I am actively talking to my writing partner about the fight and what would seem fair, I'm down with the fight. Overall though? I just really don't see much appeal to being aggressive in writing.

pet peeves & dealbreakers:Lack of communication between replies for threads. If there isn't an ideal goal or direction that a thread is meant to steer towards or enough ooc conversation to keep all parties involved for the thread, things can get messy or even cause a bit of a writer's block for other parties involved. I know I offer to change my replies often if it doesn't work out well for my partner, but I'm well aware that there are writers out there who won't. Just keeping an open mind and open line of communication out of character goes a long way. It irks me when I have to deal with those who aren't. Thankfully I haven't had to deal with that in this RPC, but I have had to deal with it before.

best time to write: Late in the evening. Usually around 9-11pm EST. I'm usually mobile but if I have a thread that is important enough to be concerned about, I will relocate to my laptop if needs be.

are you like your muse?: I'd like to think I see a little bit of myself in each of my muses.

I'm always prejudged without anyone getting a chance to know me like Lilith, I have a terrible love/hate relationship with sleep like Belphie and I can be snarky like Bethany. I do love to gossip like Rosie and I have a bestie I talk to every so often to share the tea with. ( Lookin' at you @alteregozowie) I can be a devout friend like Angela and at times, I tend to have a similar temper that Ash has. But most of the time I feel like Marie. A clueless person who has no idea what the hell is going on and feeling like an absolute airhead 85% of the time.

Tagged by : @hells-greatestdad

Tagging: @mages-pandoras-box, @radioiaci, @radi0activesmile, @primordialruin, @sirserpentine, and anyone else who wants to

[shuu-ship-week]

Without further ado, here are the prompts.

Rules for Shuu ship week: It can be about any ship as long as it has Gakushuu Asano in it. Any ship. Some examples are KaruShuu, GakuLea, GakuRen, IsoSano, but rare pairs of any kind are always welcome.

If you have questions about any of the prompts, feel free to reach out, but I'll explain at least a couple of them.

Polyship: it just has to be a polyship. They can be any age, it can be anywhere, and about anything. It can be just a normal day in the household for the polyship, or maybe the 3+ of them go out on an adventure together, as long as it includes a polyship.

Isekai: Any crossover/isekai you can imagine. One I've been seeing lately is the spiderman AU for Gakushuu and Karma, which can easily be used for an isekai since they travel the multiverse a bit. You can also suddenly drop Gakushuu into a dating sim game and see how he does. XD And for anyone who isn't sure what an isekai is, it's when the MC gets magically transported to another world for one reason or another. This can be rebirth but with their old memories (Mushoku Tensei), a spell gone awry (The Devil is a Part-timer and Dead Mount Death Play), or suddenly being stuck in a videogame (Overlord and Sword Art Online) to name a few.

Music: this can be centered around music (since Gakushuu plays guitar) or be based on a song.

Also, you do not have to do all the prompts listed in a day, just one of them is fine.

Shuu Ship week will begin on January 1st 2024. See you then!

[jalicecookie]

Stressful Crazyness

A Gift for the very talentend and lovely @colourstreakgryffin who´s amazing Work : Hourly Craze - inspired me to write the following little Scene and to add a bit Content to the Momvette Verse ^^.

There was a lot of excitement and work hustle and bustle in Velvette's studio.

The teenage overlord had her hands full preparing the fashion show that evening, working on more designs, yelling at her employees and models to do a damn better job and keeping an eye on you.

The last part wasn't particularly difficult, as you, at almost 2 years old, are so attached to your Momvette and follow her everywhere.

Sometimes you clung to her leg , so that Velvette had to limp around her tasks. Sometimes she carried you a little awkwardly on her hip while, one hand gently pressed your upper body against her own to ensure a somewhat secure hold.

"This won't work! This design is a complete disaster! Ruffles have been out of fashion for decades!" - the designer's angry voice echoed through the entire studio.

You could sense that Velvette was under a lot of stress.

An upcoming fashion show like this , always involves a lot of work, time and stress.

For a few days that Velvette spent on intensive preparation, she often went back to the studio after putting you to bed in the evening to make further changes.

Of course, Velvette took the baby monitor and a small VoxTek baby monitor with her.

Vox had been working on it especially since you were recorded and thus brought a new product range onto the market.

This fashion show was important for Velvette and, if successful, would guarantee more sales, a greater reach for her presence and her status as an overlord.

She would have plenty of opportunities to make posts for social media and the like and thanks to Vox's reach on TV she would secure a slot for the live broadcast in addition , to the live stream online. It just had to be a success.

You wanted to take some of your momvette's stress away and distract her.

Maybe you could make her laugh?

Like that time when she filmed a vlog and you treated Uncle Vox with the doctor's suitcase toy and treated all his Ouchies on his hand and the screen… Velvette laughed really hard and happily that day.

“Momy?” - you said quietly and normally the simple approach works.

But Velvette quickly walked through her studio, gave further instructions and told a few of her models not to eat a donut or other sweet treat before the show.

You tilted your head for a moment as Velvette stopped in front of the rolls of fabric , in the back of the studio and critically examined the already cut ends of the fabric with one hand.

So you changed your tactics and playfully tried to grab one of your momvette's skull earrings with one hand.

“Nah-Nah Dollface, they're off limits!” - Vevlette only spoke in a stressed tone, which made you giggle innocently, but you took your hand back and instead put both hands around the teenager's neck and snuggled up to her.

“Momy nap. Momvette break… by by work?" - you said innocently as Velvette went to one of the workstations to examine the sketches so far.

"Break? Momvette doesn't have time for that now. The fashion show is in a few Hours, it has to be perfect!" - Velvette just mumbled and ignored your attempts to reduce the increasing stress and bad mood in her by bobbing up and down on her arm several times.

"Dollface, if you don't stop fooling around, Momvette will put you in the Playpen, got it?!" - came Velvette in a slightly annoyed tone, who picked up a sketch of her coworkers with her free hand and just rolled her eyes.

"That's so 2002! What am I paying you for, huh!" - Velvette hissed angrily at the employee, crumpled the sketch with her hand and threw it in her coworker's face.

You knew how much Velvette liked having you around, whether she was holding you in her arms or you wanted to cling to her leg, you didn't like the threat of being banished to the Playpen.

So for the moment you listened to , what your momvette wanted from you. And kept quiet.

"I'm only surrounded by amateurs! Unbelievable!", - Velvette cursed as she came to a standstill for a moment and didn't walk back and forth like a calm tiger.

"Coffee! I need coffee! Melissa!", - Velvette called and Melissa, who was sewing a piece of fabric, stopped, stood up and came towards you.

"Come right now, Miss Velvette," Melissa said submissively.

"Baby coffee too!", - you said pleadingly and clapped your hands once, which you had now released from your almost constant grip on Velvette's neck.

"Urgh….fine by me! Melissa bring a caffeine-free babychino with you! And hurry up!” said Velvette and you watch as Melissa quickly rushes out of the studio towards the elevators.

Velvette soon started walking back and forth again, stressed, putting her employees and models under even more stress and pressure to work harder.

Your teenage mother's stress , slowly started to transfer and even the coffee for Velvette and the caffeine-free mini baby chinos for you couldn't change that.

"One hour! I want to see final results!", - Velvette's voice echoed through the studio after she had put you down briefly to swipe on her smartphone, change your clothes into an exact mini copy of her own outfit and take a photo of it.

She loved putting you in outfits and using you as a learning effect for her employees because you usually looked cuter and much better in the outfits.

When Velvette wanted to record a little video of you climbing down from the little stool in your mini outfit of her own outfit and reaching for her hand…but you preferred to reach for your current favorite stuffed animal that was on the chair next to it.

"Hey, hey! Dollface, look to Momvette! You can play with your stuffed animal later, OK?", - said Velvette and tried to draw your attention back to her with an additional snap of her fingers.

"Momvette! Wanna Baby Val!", - you said in a whining tone and pointed to the merchandise plush toy version of Valentino.

"I know, I know. Right after that, then you can cuddle Baby Val to death as long as you want! But first, look at Momvette!", said Velvette and crouched down once , as you believed this promise and climbed down from the stool, turned around once and then grabbed Velvette's hand.

"….Matching outfits! Coming soon in the new toddler collection, but limited versions only! Aren't we devilishly cute?", - Velvette ended the short video, after she had pointed the camera at you and herself and also kept her promise and pressed the Valentino plush toy… or Baby Val as you called it, into your hands, and then picked you up again with a fluid movement.

Satisfied and a little calmed down, you pressed the plush toy to you and gave first 'Baby Val' and then your Momvette a toddler kiss on the cheek.

"You're lucky that you're so damn sweet, Dollface!", - Velvette said absently and patted your head once with her free hand.

Maybe she could now take a quick breather and…..

The doors of the elevator to the studio opened and Valentino came through the open doors of the elevator with a gun and a pissed off expression.

"THAT DAMN WHORE! I'VE DONE SO MUCH FOR HIM! FUCK!”

And with these words, Valentino, in his unbridled rage over Angel Dust's departure from the V-Tower, attacked the best model Velvette had, and then began to destroy a part of Velvettte's studio and fire a few warning shots into the air in his fit of rage.

“Damn it Valentino!” - Velvette cursed, now a little more annoyed, and dialed the short number for Vox on her cell phone display.

Her show would take place! She had worked too hard for it in the last few days. And just because Valentino had ripped her best model to pieces, the show would not be canceled.

Velvette was aware of this and so were you, because when Uncle Vox appeared on the small screen and you waved a hello with the 'Baby Val' plush toy, you heard Velvette's quiet, impatient snort, before the conversation between Velvette and Vox came to the conclusion, that Vox should get his ass over here , because Valentino is having another tantrum and is wrecking her studio into pieces.

While Valentino continues to curse loudly in the background and drives the employees of Velvette's studio away from their workstations, screaming and running in panic.

This additional stress doesn't bother you.

It wasn't the first time you'd witnessed Valentino's outburst live and it wouldn't be the last.

But you feel safe in your Momvette's arms.

And maybe at the end of the fashion show tonight, the ongoing stress would also fall away from her.

Because Momvette once told you that even in hell, stress can lead to gray hair and wrinkles.

THE END

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Potential spoilers, profane language, sexual imagery

Title: Lower Your Expectations

Editor: Joker AMV

Song: Lower Your Expectations

Artist: Bo Burnham

Anime: Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun, "Kiss Him, Not Me", Free!, Kimi ni Todoke, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Violet Evergarden, Ouran High School Host Club, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Noragami, Yuri!!! on Ice, Boku no Hero Academia, One Punch Man, Nanatsu no Taizai, Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto, Akatsuki no Yona, Mahoutsukai no Yome, Kamisama Hajimemashita, Akagami no Shirayuki-hime, One Piece, Kuroshitsuji, Fairy Tail, Gintama, Mob Psycho 100, KonoSuba, Kaichou wa Maid-sama, Death Parade, Ore Monogatari, Fruits Basket (2019), Monogatari series, Overlord, DanMachi, Rent-a-Girlfriend, Haikyuu!!, Akame ga Kill, Re:Zero, Nekopara, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Highschool of the Dead, Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku, Naruto: The Last (film), Darling in the FranXX, Shokugeki no Souma, Highschool DxD, Kakegurui, Kaguya-sama: Love is War, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl-senpai, Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso, Clannad, Durarara!!, Sword Art Online, Spice and Wolf, Mirai Nikki, Doki Doki Literature Club (game), Kill la Kill, Shingeki no Kyojin, Himouto! Umaru-chan, Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, Gakuen Babysitters, Bloom Into You, Wolf Children (film), 3-gatsu no Lion, Kyoukai no Kanata, Maquia: When the Flower Blooms (film), K-On!, Koe no Katachi (film), Orange, Chuunibyou demo koi ga Shitai!, Rising of the Shield Hero, Tamako Love Story (film), Spirited Away (film), AnoHana, unknown anime

Category: Comedy