#each one dear to my heart

[meamiiikiii]

mira !!! :]

[hiemaldesirae]

The Hazbin Graduate’s Guide to Homicide (3)

HAZBIN'S MIDSEMESTER STUDENT REPORT Student: Vox Vanhal Supervising Staff: Professor Enoch Leviathan Sponsor: Not Applicable To the Board: Vox Vanhal may be one of the most brilliant students this school has seen in decades. In all my years of teaching at Hazbin, I have never met a student more insanely ready to learn and apply their skills- due in part, of course, to said student's own possible insanity. I mean this in a jovial way, of course, but I will admit that when young Vanhal's true identity was revealed to me that my first thought was along the lines of 'is this student insane?' Whether or not my student's reason should be called into question is something myself and my fellow professor Asmodeus have discussed in length, but there is one thing that we can definitively agree on: If there is any one student in this school who I would choose to place my bets on, it would be Vox Vanhal. There is nothing more to say at this time of report evaluation. Sincerely, Professor Leviathan.

May God's blessings be with you now and at the hour of our deaths, Amen.

[ 1 ] / [ 2 ] (<- read these first for context and more murder academy radiostatic content!)

Though Alastor may have thought that Vox was much more knowledgable in how Hazbin's Institution for Homicide worked, the truth was, Vox was still fully flying on the seat of his own coattails.

He had no damn clue what he was doing still, and although it'd been two weeks since he'd arrived, part of him still felt like how he did when he'd first arrived: hesitant, scared, not knowing where to go or what to do besides the want to make his boss suffer as he killed him.

That level of animosity might sound strange to anyone not a Hazbin student or alumnus, but it was perfectly normal for any student enrolled in the academy to have such feelings. After all, there was quite a rigorous process involved in the application, and for Vox, this application process (and what led to it) was perhaps more intense than most.

There had once been a time where Vox had dreamed of becoming a Hollywood starlet, one who lit up the silver screen and was blessed by hundreds of thousands of cheering, dedicated fans who would fawn over his every move and action. He'd wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, at one point. But after taking on his first roles in Carmine Studios, the glamour of Hollywood had shattered like fine glass.

"Miss Vesper! Would you please look over here for a second?"

"Miss Vesper, when is your next movie coming out?!"

"Miss Vesper, is it true that you and your co-star on Anna Karenina, Valentino Vega had an affair-?"

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That- fucking bastard!" Vox rushed into the privacy of his and Val's shared apartment, slamming the door behind him as he collapsed into the couch, head cradled in his hands. He couldn't even begin to start detailing the number of ways he'd wanted to fucking butcher and rip apart his boss.

Andrealphus Goetia was no stranger to the spotlight, naturally. One of Hollywood's top directors, the man had been an influential cornerstone in the history of movie-making, a real legend to light the days. But behind that picturesque platinum reputation laid a monstrous piece of shit.

It had been a complete accident that Andrealphus had found out about Vox's identity.

Vox himself hadn't even really planned out what to do about himself at that point, only that he'd known that the dresses he wore on screen were far more suited to his best friend than they were for him. Knew that the copious amounts of makeup flattened on him everyday made him feel more like a clown than a princess, that it was the most uncomfortable feeling to have to sit and play the pretty face for the audience's sake.

But he persisted, telling himself, one more year, one more year til my savings account has enough to supply Val and I with a comfortable life and we can leave.

But of course- of course Andrealphus had to ruin it for him.

The man had found out and immediately proceeded to blackmailing Vox with the information, holding things such as promotions, media gossip and rumors over his head. And now... now... Vox stared down at the script he held clutched in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he grasped it with an iron grip.

"Dieser verdammte bastard," Vox muttered under his breath.

Though he'd never loved the spotlight that came with his first taste of fame, he had loved acting. Had loved being adored for his skill, applauded for the emotions that he could evoke in crowds of people and the way he could twist people's hearts. He had wanted to be one of the best, a household name.

And now, he stared down at the script for a movie that Andrealphus knew would tank his reputation. It was absolute bullshit. The plot was held together by thin strings and a bit of glue, despite being an adaptation of one of the past decade's best selling books. Not only that, but the moment he left the safety of the apartment once more, he would also have to contend with the rumors that were steadily piling against him and dragging his loved ones and friends into it too.

All this, because Vox had refused to sleep with his shitty boss.

He could still hear the fucker's voice- come on, don't you wanna say that you got a piece of me? I'll even leave out the part about you being a transvestite, darling, just the fact that I got a piece of you is enough.

God. If only.... if only he could see that bastard's face when he crushed his fucking skull in between his hands. He wanted to see Andrealphus' stupid face contort in revulsion and terror when Vox finally did the deed, wanted to bathe in the the fotze's inbred blood. He'd do anything for the chance to just kill that piece of shit-

"Amorcito?"

Val's voice makes Vox jump on the spot, quickly shifting to hide the script from view. His friend comes around the corner, eyebrows furrowed with concern, and it's this that makes Vox break his composure, a single tear falling down his face as Val frowns, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "Voxxy, amor... tell me what's wrong."

And because he can never keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friend, Vox tells him everything. Val nods along, pauses at the right moments, all of that stuff that friends do when they're trying to let you know that they'd rip apart your shitty boss if not for the law.

But- and perhaps this is something that Vox knew deep down to be true anyway- Val was a bit different in that aspect. He'd met the man under... less than legal circumstances, after all, and he knew that Val was the heir to quite the illustrous cartel career.

So when Valentino stops him with a firm hand on the shoulder and hands him an application paper for Hazbin, telling him to think it through, Vox barely takes even a second glance at it before filling it out.

Now, two months later and sitting in the auditorium of Hazbin's famed Music Hall, Vox doesn't find himself regretting the decision. Sure, it's a bit lonely without Val's supporting presence by his side, but the students he's met so far have proved to be some of the friendliest people he's had the pleasure of knowing: ironic, considering the kind of school they're studying at. And he's even managed to make a friend! Not that bad a start, altogether.

Vox absentmindedly doodles on the edge of his notes as Professor Leviathan's soothing voice lectures them on the importance of a proper alibi. "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, but it has an airtight alibi, it is...?"

"Not a duck," the auditorium echoes back to the professor, who nods, looking satisfied with the class's response. "So, then! The first step to alibi making is...? Miss Velvette, perhaps you'd like to answer this one for us?"

The girl sitting beside Vox shoots up in her seat, looking as if she'd just fallen asleep and was awoken by the professor's question. "Uh... the..."

After a moment of silence and stuttering, Vox takes pity on the girl, sliding Velvette over a slide of paper that she squints at before reading. "Make sure you're in a different place from the crime?"

"And how would I do that?"

"I... uh. Use an accomplice...?" Velvette stutters.

Professor Leviathan shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Not quite. One thing you will have to learn at Hazbin's is that you should never rely on any other person to carry your deed out for you. No hiring accomplices- after all, paid personnel's loyalty is shaky and they have no honor code preventing them from taking you to the police- and absolutely no committing crimes as lovers, unless you can guarantee that neither of you will be snitching. Would anyone else like to take a try?"

Vox raises his hand hesitantly. "Move the crime scene or otherwise obscure the culprit?"

Professor Leviathan snaps his fingers, "Yes! Absolutely. One of the best ways to make yourself an iron clad alibi is, if the pope is shot in the church at midnight, make sure that you are seen halfway across town in the bar at midnight; so drunk that you cannot even leave until your wife comes to pick you up at two- and no one will suspect you, even if he was actually killed right outside the pub and moved to the church instead. By moving the crime scene, you can make yourself an ironclad alibi. Obscuring the identity of the perpetrator and making it someone who couldn't possibly be you also works splendidly. After all, if the police believe the murderer to be a six foot tall adult man, then the actual perpetrator, a four foot tall young woman, would be able to pass by completely unnoticed. Thank you for that input, Vox. Now, onto the actual creation of such an alibi..."

When class ends, Vox is the first to leave his seat and head for the door, intending on leaving and getting to Track with Professor Satan as quick as possible when someone stops him in his tracks with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Hey. Vox Vanhal, right?"

"That would be me, yes," Vox turns to face the person he's talking to, only to be met with the young woman that Professor Leviathan had called out in class earlier. "You were... Velvette?"

"Yep, that's me," the chipper young woman responds. "Listen, I know you don't know me at all, but I really need to get through this school year. Like- look, okay, I'm in a little bit over my head right now. I still want to go here and do what everyone here does, of course, I'd love to just go and plunge a damn butcher's knife into my cunt of an ex-friend's neck, but... well, you saw how I did back in class- look, what I'm trying to get at is I need someone to help me. And you're like, Leviathan's star student. So- I don't care what I have to do, I'll-"

Vox holds up a hand to stop her.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, unless you've got any tips on how to kill my boss and make him suffer during it. But I'll help you with whatever you need to study during your courses. Just..." He pauses, taking a moment to think out what he's about to ask. "Could you teach me how you did your makeup on your own?"

Velvette blinks, clearly not expecting that response. She laughs, a shrill, sharp bark and grabs his hand to shake it firmly. "Yeah, 'course I can. So, do we have a deal?"

"We do," Vox smiles. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[marcmorrigan]

its @wh0rehound 's birthday and since he is the gaymer to my mafia slut obvs i had to draw our boys 🍫💕🎮 everyone say hbd sam!!! 😤🎉🎂

[pickletrip]

My absolute favourites are together and in love and by each other's side. With a promise to face everything together and with the promise to die together, oh, they have captured my heart.

Nooo. I'm going to pretend it's not over and keep rewatching it.

[redding]

thinking abt doomed friendships*.........pearlrick i care you

[sirrentxt]

He loves like a dog. Loves—for it is relative and unconditional. Loyalty, devotion, obedience, madness; throw me a bone and I'll gnaw on it until it snaps in half; give me an order and I won't rest until it's done. Come dusk, he drops to his knees at his master's feet—and should the master will it so, he would drop even lower.

(Who am I, what am I, where should I go? Show me, for I do not know which way I'm pulling if you're not holding my leash)

//

He loves like a scientist, like a boy, like the wind loves the sea—even if we are not together, I will carry your smell, your taste, the salt of you, and one day we might see each other again; he yearns to see how each love he allows himself will change and shape and mold him; he keeps his heart close but opens his ribs and lets in a hand—here, feel it, for it beats in unison with yours.

He loves like he's already seen the ending.

[thirteenemeraldcats]

Will you share more about i'll be the one with my heart in my lap?

sure will! from this wip ask game!

so one of my only two published fics (lol) 'thought that i was young' is from jamie's pov at a time that he's not doing so hot! because his headspace is so shaky there's a lot going on with roy in that fic that jamie only barely catches. so as i was writing i kept making little notes of what roy was doing/thinking/feeling while jamie was only half-way online, originally just for me to keep track of what was going on and work out how to write what jamie was noticing. eventually i had enough notes that i was like 'hmmm the vibes compel me' and decided to write a fic about it. so! 'i'll be the one with my heart in my lap' is 'thought that i was young' re-written from roy's pov. he is. panicked.

so this line from 'thought that i was young':

Jamie sways and feels Roy’s hand move to brace against his flank, holding him still, holding him up. “You’re okay.”

is this in 'i'll be the one with my heart in my lap':

But now that same powerful athlete stands in front of him, not powerful, not quick, endurance and seemingly irrepressible energy nowhere to be found. He’s just a boy, buried in soft clothing, weighed down and bowed by something neither of them understands, swaying and pale from the effort of standing up.  Roy braces his hand against Jamie’s flank, holds onto the solid muscle above his hip, desperate to steady him, to support him in the only way he’s confident he can. “You’re okay.”

[alienglowgarden]

Amidst all the ZA\UM news, I am once more reminded how terribly I wish IWATEX was a disco elysium styled cerebral weirdo alien communist game full of zany characters and like, x3 times the writing. THERES SO MUCH SPACE THAT COULD STILL BE FILLED.....

[firebirdsdaughter]

I'm divided…

… I like Rukia getting something to do, I like the Kuchiki sibs plus their idiot, I like that she was allowed to hold her own despite this being a 2000s shonen manga, you know what I mean. Like for what it was many of the women in BLEACH made it through fairly well and I like that. I like Rukia being cool, I like her Bankai, I like it.

But at the same time… Like I get why it was her, and I like it, and I don't so much mind as… Well, I just kinda wish that Renji had gotten to kill As Nodt, since he was the one who actually had to watch Byakuya get maimed like that? Like obvi Rukia deserves a shot too, like I said, I understand it being her and I don't mind, I just kinda would… Also like to see a reality where Renji got to do him in.

Not necessarily in canon, bc yes, give Rukia more to do? Like I just want an au where Renji got him. Them. Finish what he tried to start before getting punted.

It's like I like the way it was and I wouldn't actually change it bc we always need more women being able to fight on their own, and I liked what was done. I loved Byakuya just showing up to get his bankai back and then leaving the rest to his sister, I love love love her getting Bankai.

I just. Want to see the version where Renji gets a go at him after having to watch that.

Like I don't want to write it myself, but I want it.

[welcometoteyvat]

ok sorry i'm going to ship hate again

some things in genshin fandom really just don't make sense to me. ie somehow the most controversial ships at least have canon material, whereas some ships are decently popular but literally only eyecandy with 0 substance. like why are you doing this, they don't even have mutual voicelines or story mentions, they've NEVER interacted, would have 0 reason to even in future storylines, the only reason you like them is because they're lesbians together or smth

yes this is about yan.tao and shen.lan

[magickkart]

Sometimes you're engaged to be married to your childhood friend and while you're not opposed to the idea on principle, something's not right. Later, it turns out both of you were gay and gender non-conforming which clears up a lot of things.

Or, Lila and Stefan, before and after they figured out what's going on with them.

[vulpinesaint]

"how do you handle conflict with people you love" well that's very simple. i just very specifically pick people that i know i will never have any conflicts with ever and then if i do i either avoid it as if it didn't exist or end the relationship in my head entirely. no conflict to handle. very simple

[landinrris]

Do you have any plans on a new Norrix drabble? Maybe about there first call/meeting after Landos first win. I love the way you write about them 🥰

I am (technically, even if it's been a few days) writing a thing about the birthday Insta Story mishap from last week. All that needs to be written for it is an opening scene.

I just got home from a bit of a writing weekend I had for myself, wherein I really only focused on one of my bigger projects for efficiency. I'm about to involve myself in completing an eight-week milestone in my degree in the next month and a half, so I'm trying to finish this Carlos/Lando fic rather than attacking smaller Martin/Lando ideas right now. Unless of course, the Martin/Lando itch resurfaces before the longer fic is done, but for now, my project priority list looks like: -Carlos/Lando artist!Carlos part 3 (2/3 way finished) -Martin/Lando hiding in plain sight thing (1/4 finished) -Crackpot Martin/Lando/Carlos thing (1/? finished)

With the random drabble interspersed here and there pending events that happen/inspiration. All that being said, I have thought about a phone call following Lando's win, so I'm noting it down to be sure I don't forget.

[axoqiii]

anyways im on ducktales season 2 :D finished the episode where della reunites with the triplets its so !!!!!!! 😭😭💕

[spynorth]

hey, my mates - remember that may is national cancer research month here in the usa. there are lots of fundraisers being hosted by research hospitals - so join a fundraiser (even if its just the activity to bring awareness to others! no donations needed) in honor of your friends, family or that random tumblr roleplayer who writes lucas north that you've seen cross your dash once or twice. <3

[chai-dye]

So so normal about what a character's music tastes says about them