#hazbin Vox

[sleepy-bi666]

5 Favourite Characters Poll (Tag Game)

I was tag by: @star-mum

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Thanks you so much for the tag

Tags <3: @meeks-beas @practically-an-x-man @outer-space-face @trashworldblog @mydearlybeloathed

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hoping that this isn't weird but IMAGINE Vox having everything, fame, money, power, but he loses the one thing he treasures the most on extermination day– his family. Like imagine if Vox and his pregnant wife had this hugee argument before extermination day causing her to storm out of the tower, but he didn't chase her cause it was just probably the hormones and she'd come back. But she didn't manage to come back in time. So Vox had to wait in the tower cause he couldn't go out and pray that she was okay. After the extermination, he of course went ballistic trying to find her, jumping from camera to camera until he found her corpse in some random dark alley. What would be the aftermath? I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD I JUST CRAVEE ANGST ‼️‼️😭

A/N — I rewrote this a total of four times 😭 I hope this satisfies your need for angst, my lovely anon. This is the one my sister finally approved for everyone to see. Poor kid hates reading my fanfic and she's been subjected to being my conscience while I wrote this. I had to bribe her with coffee and a 20 piece nugget from McDonald's to get her to read more than a paragraph 😭

Fade To Black

Warnings: ANGST, pregnancy, Fem!Reader, loss of wife + child, Vox in denial, got kinda dark with the implications at the end(?), Alastor is mentioned a few times. Guys, I'm literally so sorry

Word Count: 1.2K

“You're not listening to me!” You reiterated for what felt like the billionth time, your gaze momentarily darting to the small curve of your stomach where one of your hands rested securely, the other on your hip.

Vox sighed, exasperated. “Listen, Doll, I'm hearing what you're saying and—”

“—That's exactly the problem! You're hearing what I'm saying but you're not actually listening to me, Vox! For Hell's sake, step away from your work and weird obsession with the Radio Demon for two seconds and focus on what's important!” 

The words felt like knives as you spoke them, each one spearing the air of the penthouse. The room fell silent. The other vees were no stranger to the arguments that broke out, hell, they were a part of most of them. . . But not this one. . . Vox stiffened and squared his shoulders. 

“My work is important. My work is what allows us to live the afterlife we do.” He said, his tone firm, almost condescending. 

“And what about your obsession, huh? Watching the rinky-dink hotel cameras in your office after hours for a glimpse of that antlered little freak who doesn't give a shit about you — when you should be home, here, with me?” 

You waited for an answer, yet Vox only stared at you. It was painfully clear that he didn't know what to say. “Lucifer's tits — fuck you!” You hissed, throwing your hands up in the air, showing just how done you were with all of this.

The next moment, you were turning on your heel and storming out of the room. 

Vox only scoffed and dropped onto the couch, watching as you walked away. Hormones. He thought to himself. It had to be.

He'd never seen you so worked up about his late nights at the office. Never seen you so angry when referencing Alastor, who had once been a good friend and mentor to you. 

Hormones. It was the only logical explanation, right?

He let you go, knowing you needed your space. . . Knowing you'd come home once you cleared your head and had just enough patience to once again approach the topic with a semi-level head, likely once the extermination was over.

You knew the moment you cleared the doors of the tower that you had likely overreacted. The hot, dry air of Hell against your skin seemed to bring the realization to the forefront of your mind. 

Yet it was pride and stubbornness that kept you from turning back to the tower, rather storming through the desolate back alleyways, a metaphorical thundercloud looming over your head.

Vox hadn't followed you, and you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of going back. You loved him, and you knew he loved you too — as shocking as it was that the two of you found genuine love in Hell.

As much as you loved him, he infuriated you, even more so now that you were carrying his child. . . 

The carnage of Extermination Day met your ears and your steps faltered, drawing you to a stop as your instincts then screamed at you to go home. To go where it was safe. 

Safe. 

Safe at Vox's side. At home. . .

How could you have forgotten what day it was? The anger. It had to have been the reason for your lapse in memory. . . So you began heading back towards the tower. 

Pride and stubbornness be damned.

Sticking to the shadows, you ventured forward towards the net of safety that you so desperately needed.

So close, yet so far.

Too far. 

It'd been too long. 

You'd been gone too long. 

The moment Extermination Day had been declared finished, Vox was out looking for you. Every camera on every street he could possibly reach. 

Every sinner he found dead and dying in the streets, he hoped he wouldn't see your face. Your beautiful face. . . The thought alone made something twist in his gut like a double edged blade — fear, he recognized. 

Pure unbridled fear. 

Fear of losing you. Fear of losing the two most important beings in his entire afterlife. 

He searched for what seemed like forever, until he caught a glimpse of you in an alleyway, almost entirely hidden from view. He easily recognized your clothes you had been wearing that day and your hair — oh, how he loved that hair. 

Relief flooded him as he rushed towards you, though it disappeared, his heart plummeting as he dropped to his knees.

“Hey, Doll, wake up. . . It's okay, it's over.” He said, his voice shaky as his hands came up to either side of your face. 

“You did good. . . You played dead so you could survive. They're gone now — you can open your eyes, Doll. . . Please open your eyes. . .” He begged softly, his touch and voice becoming more frantic.

“No, no, no, open your eyes for me, okay? I know you're mad at me, Doll, I'm sorry. . . I'm so sorry. . . Wake up. . . Wake up. . . Wake up. . .” He pulled your body closer to his, clutching you close. One hand held the back of your head to his chest, the other trailed down to your stomach. 

Too many emotions clawed at him as he begged you to wake up, to give up the charade. . . He made promises to make it up to you. He'd spend more time at home with you. He'd give up on his obsession with Alastor. He'd do it. He would do it for you. . . 

But it was too late. . . The blood that soaked your clothes and his was a chilling reminder. . . The all powerful TV Demon choked out a sob as your skin turned cold beneath his hands. 

His world stopped spinning, the axis snapping and floating off into the abyss as he held you close. . . He wasn't used to feeling your skin cold. He was used to the warmth, the life, the light that came from you. 

He couldn't feel you. 

And it killed him. 

He couldn't breathe. His chest ached. Nothing in all of Hell mattered more than you. More than the child that had been created out of love and the use of a loophole within Hell's complex laws of nature. 

And now it had been ripped away from him. He hated himself. He was angry. 

It felt as if the light and warmth had been sucked out of his universe, leaving nothing but cold darkness that seeped into his very soul, gnawing at him, tearing him apart from the inside out. 

He could hardly remember his afterlife before you. Now, facing a reality where he'd have to live in an afterlife without you. . . It consumed him in all the wrong ways. . . 

He wanted you back. 

He needed you back. 

Yet the darkness that gnawed and clawed at his entire being, the absence of you — your light that was supposed to guide him through this perpetual landscape of flame and rot for all eternity. . . The shadows remained like a constant reminder, a plague of its own, slowly eating away at him at every opportunity. 

Without your light, he was nothing. 

Without your laugh, he was nothing. 

Without your attitude, he was nothing. 

Without your warmth, he was nothing.

Nothing more than a shell of the overlord he used to be. . . And when the shadows clawed at his mind like a beast seeking a debt to be paid, he let them win. 

He let it all fade to black. 

[mephie404]

This was revealed to me in a dream. I made it in a hurry cause I had to get it out of my head.

[marmarjuni]

In every other universe...

[littlestarrys]

Thats really cool!! 😃

Velvette is a doll and can turn her head 360° and while Valentino finds it funny, Vox finds it horrifying and disturbing. So of course she annoys the TV idiot with it every chance she has

[redfoxwritesstuff]

ATTENTION ALL MY CHAOTICALLY LOVELY MOOTS AND READERS- YOU HAVE VOTED!

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We’re talking pairings, passion, and pure December delirium! We’ll be dropping the lineup in the next two days, so get ready to deck the halls and keep your eyes peeled for this gift that just keeps on giving.

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[strobelir]

God my schedule is so fucked up, I didn't sleep last night cause I had to finish a painting ugh who needs to sleep anyway? Not me!

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here, have this little thing i did, they're having fun! 💖

Oh come on, you couldn't even see any skin! Stop deleting my stuff! 🙄

Nothing suspicious is going on here! 😅

[hypnoticmoth]

A human Vox I drew a little while ago and some recent and not recent sketches. Some I like and might clean up. Eventually… <n<

[hellaverse-described]

[ID: A series of screenshots from Hazbin Hotel juxtaposed with tumblr posts.

Image 1: A text message exchange with the prompt “is stabbing someone immoral?” Alastor adjusts his jacket and smugly closes his eyes. His text bubble responds “not at all”. Vaggie squints off to the side. “depends on who you’re stabbing”. Angel, simultaneously suggestive and trolling, responds “depends if they consent to it”. An incredulous Charlie screams, “YES??”.

Image 2: Five angry Voxes corner an unperturbed Alastor by leaping out of the bounds of their video screens. Alastor is very much giving Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. A tumblr post from setheverman shouts “ ‘no homo’? why the hell not???”

Image 3: Alastor poses immaculately in the absolutely foetid swamp-scape of his radio tower. A tumblr post by crow-suggestions reads “check in on your nemesis! make sure theyre doing poorly in these trying times”.

Image 4: A freshly-fallen Vaggie, with short hair and her ripped exorcist uniform, has her eye bandaged by Charlie. She smiles gratefully and not a little warily. A tweet by sulky80715248 reads “are you into girls that are eternally doomed”.

Image 5: From Vox’s voyeur scopes, Alastor holds his microphone close and stares balefully at the camera. His image distorts and fritzes, dead pixels floating around him like fairies. A tumblr post by dainty-darling reads “asterisks poses for the security camera”.

Image 6: Vox and Alastor fight in the liminal digital space their media forms intangibly occupy. Alastor pouts and shrugs as he absolutely eviscerates Vox, a smug cat smile curling up to his ears; Vox is poised to pounce, and is slowly losing his control. A text exchange, all from the sender, is positioned on the border between them. The exchange reads: “i miss you so much i can’t wait to see u again.” An unspecified amount of time passes; at 7:50 pm, a new text reads: “nvm i took my meds”. At 10:04, they continue, “they wore off w y d”. “i miss you”.

Image 7, perhaps directly following the last image: an increasingly frustrated Velvette on Vox’s computer berates him, even as Vox has turned his back to her and is scrolling through his phone. A text bubble from Velvette containing a tumblr post from castielsuneatenpussy reads: “i should be able to file for divorce on another couples behalf”.

Image 8: Alastor taunts Lucifer in front of a concerned but unassertive Charlie. A tumblr post by peachdoxie reads “Ah yes, the three genders: Girl, Boy, and Mischief”.

Image 9: Vox stares in abject fear at his computer screens in his goon chamber. His pathetic eyes shiver like a wet dog. A tweet from haruspex_txt reads: “crazy how through all of this i’m still horny. the human spirit is unbreakable”.

Image 10: A greedy and vicious Alastor crushes the watch Pentious was using to communicate to Vox. Its harsh, photophobic light cuts across his face and makes the lines of his teeth that much harsher. A tumblr post from gayarsonist reads “ ‘I could fix him’ good for you i guess. i could be the only thing he’s truly afraid of.” // End ID.]

i have way too many of these on my phone so. here tumblr take em all

[cupidsncheerios]

do you think vox is like. the alpha male of hh social media?

like yknow how teenage boys will get rejected by a girl and start following instagram accounts called shit like "100%businesslifefacts4men" and "truelifedatingquotes" and all the posts are images of like, the joker or random men in suits with text next to it that says stuff like "a quiet man is the most dangerous things, he doesn't needs words to say his message" or "when a nice guy snaps, the devil shivers"

they almost certainly have that in hell. but like, in hell, everyone is generally shitty enough that going joker mode isn't remarkable. all that leaves is the capitalism

so i'd like to ask you to envision the vees groupchat. velvette has just discovered dozens of these vox-based alpha accounts and is reposting them faster than her followers can refresh the page, vox is incredibly embarrassed and is having a mini-hacker battle with vel as he tries to delete all the accounts, and valentino is hyperventilating with laughter as he spams the gc with same image of vox posing in his gamer chair with the quote "HARD TIMES DON'T LAST. HARD MEN DO."

followup post

[labyrinthofsphinx]

SHOW US! SHOW THE LITTLE HUMANS BEING FILLED WITH SEPARATION ANXIETY!!! SHOW US ALL!!! (✪ω✪)/

Anon asked: Oh no, I'm getting ideas xD Just imagine Cannon Vox and Al taking AU Vox and Al and a week passes. A week full of all kinds of shenanigans, XD which ends with demon bois having to give them back cuz they got too chaotic, depresso (and murdery)

But also imagine it was all part of an elaborate plan to get their cannon selves to actually talk to each other about their beef xD

Anon asked: Well, now I want to see the canon characters dealing with the consequences of separating the two of them.

@girl-with-many-fandoms asked: I absolutely love the main storyline and all the one off comics and art you do but I am becoming more and more obsessed with the canon + AU interactions! 😍😍😍

Anon asked: I feel so behind on posts, the joys of packing and moving lol:

Awwww the way Canon Alastor looked when your Vox said with such confidence that canon Vox probably knows little details about Alastor (like the coffee order) was so sad to me. It kinda looks like he doesn’t believe his Vox had ever cared to know those things. Like even before any falling out.

I bet you your Vox would have a field day if he had caught that unsure look and felt any Alastor had been made to feel anything but happy by a Vox.

Okay, quite a few people asked for more continuing AU\Canon stuff sooooo I’m splitting it up again XD. Here’s AU Vox and Canon Al:

And next up will be AU Al and Canon Vox. Thanks for all the asks!

[zh4rkbyt3]

This drawing broke my back.

[redvexillum]

PLEASE ABSORB THIS PICTURE WITH YOUR EYEBALL(S) WHILE LISTENING TO THE MUSIC FOR THE FULL HD-ENHANCED EXPERIENCE 🔥

A collab with @peach-flavored-flambe to answer the following request - but really, it was all Peachy who drew this cursed vox in all its chaotic glory.

Please do not use this image without the artist's expressed permission.

@nyx91 Thank you for the request. It gave me a reason to share Peachy's lovely art.

[marmarjuni]

Heavily "Gentle Touch" on ao3 inspired!

[chocochipjewel]

Helluva Boss S2 EP11 Mastermind spoilers

So we can all agree that when all TVs were forced to play Blitz's execution, Vox was stuck playing it on his face with no way to turn it off and Val definitely tried turning him off and on to switch it off right-