#hazbin Vox

[nomifae]

Possessive 🦌❤️

Hopped on a little trend on Twitter~!

[juicieste]

Tiny boyfriend

[that-hazbin]

Things Alastor Has Definitely Said 2

Alastor: CHARLOTTE MORNINGSTAR!

Lucifer: Did that transatlantic bitch just use the dad voice on my daughter?

Alastor: Shut the fuck up, I caught her FORNICATING in the KITCHEN!

Lucifer: CHARLOTTE MORNINGSTAR—

—

Charlie: Why did I get yelled at but not Vaggie?

Alastor: Oh trust me, if she had a full name she would have gotten an even worse treatment.

Vaggie: Huh?? Why the fuck would I get worse?!

Alastor: I like Charlie more than you.

—

Angel: So—

Alastor: Angel, please, I don't have the patience for *gestures* all of that right now.

Angel: Wow, okay.

Alastor: We can schedule this talk in 4 to 5 business days if it's that important to you.

—

Alastor: Hello, chums! Glorious day today, isn't it?

Vaggie: Why are you so cheerful? What did you do?

Alastor: Unfortunately, it wasn't me, but someone set the V tower on fire! I have half a mind to ask them on a date, whoever they are!

Angel: I'm begging you to say that in front of Vox.

Alastor: Not to worry, I did that already! On that note, I insincerely regret to inform you all that your cellular devices will be down for the next couple of days. Good luck with that!

—

Vox: WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON'T?!

Alastor: Vox, I don't even know who you're talking about, but I can already tell you that the answer is he's better than you in every capacity.

Velvette: He's talking about Lucifer.

Alastor: HIM?! UGH!

Alastor: Still true, though.

—

Lucifer:

Alastor: Stop that.

Lucifer: Excuse me?

Alastor: You breathe too loud.

Lucifer: EXCUSE ME???

—

Alastor: Rosie, I need your best roasted duck recipe. I need to make someone experience psychological agony. I'll tell you the details later.

—

Alastor: *To himself in the mirror* No, no, my eyeliner needs to be sharp enough to split an atom. If my glares can't produce an explosion capable of leveling a city, then what is the point? This just won't do.

[ruleroftheimps]

Stupid concept, but basically, the Vees decide to make a website under a fake name that sells stuff that's 'stolen' from them for all the degenerate freaks in Hell that are obsessed with them because they are THE media personality in Hell and need for money to make up for Val's plug arrangement. Basically, they list random stuff and have people bid for them. Mostly it's just weird stuff, like Val's floof or Velvette's hair, but they also each have something unique to them. Valentino contributes... stuff (and drawings!), Velvette does clothes that's just so out of date but still looks amazing, and Vox doesn't have much. Just some old clothes and blueprints that nobody will care about, and a ratty old shark Velvette bullied him into giving her to sell when he was high because she's sick of it.

Oh, wait.

Anyways, cue Vox crying about his shark nonstop for the next few days, before everybody gets caught off guard by it selling for over a million dollars- and there's only one bidder. Vox gets even more miserable because now there's no way Velvette's ever going to apologize or feel even remotely guilty, and the other Vees are trying to find out what just happened.

Meanwhile, Alastor has a new plush friend. <3

[placeinhell]

Vox & Alastor - Confrontation

I really wonder what the dirt between them is...

[hnjcollector]

[angelplayzgames]

reference contains spoilers

inspired by @lolarocksmith minivox au!!

Reference being when Octavia, in the Loo-Loo Land episode of Helluva Boss, replied to Stolas saying:

“…I’m not five…”

also, since lucifer owns the original Lu-Lu Land, that exists within the Pride Ring, it���s sort of a spin off??

edit: okay, just realised it’s Lu-Lu World, not Lu-Lu Land

[vyxenisl0st]

╰┈➤ 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Alastor x reader

🀥 Summary: You despised the TV Demon—the sound of his voice, his face, and especially his incessant news channel. But what happens when he finally says something worth listening to?

🀥 Warnings: fem!reader, slight angst, vulgar language, threats

🀥 Word count: 925

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV-coming soon

ﾟ･:,｡★＼(^-^)♪ありがと♪( ^-^)/★,｡･:･ﾟ

Cannibal Town was quiet at this hour. The usual hum of voices and occasional blood-curdling screams had faded into a comfortable stillness. You sat with Rosie, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve as she poured steaming tea into your cup.

“There we go, dear.” She set the teapot down and gave you a knowing smile. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you.”

You stared at the tea for a moment before glancing at your empty ring finger.

“Alastor’s back,” you muttered.

Rosie’s eyes widened, and for a brief second, her smile returned. “Well, that’s wonderful news! I know how much you—” She trailed off, her expression shifting as she took in your reaction. “Wait… you don’t look happy.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, well, there’s a reason for that.”

Rosie tilted her head, concern creeping into her voice. “What happened?”

You exhaled sharply, gripping the warm teacup in your hands. “He’s acting weird.”

She chuckled. “Darling, it’s Alastor. He is weird.”

You shook your head. “No, not like that. Not his usual unsettling, cryptic, ‘I know something you don’t’ weird. It’s… different.”

Rosie studied you for a moment, then leaned in slightly. “Did you talk to him?”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Tried to. But he didn’t come back to me, Rosie. He’s at that damn Hazbin Hotel, helping Lucifer’s daughter with her little ‘redemption’ project.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “And I had to find out about it from the TV Demon of all people.”

Her expression twisted in disgust. “Vox? Oh, that’s vile.”

“Tell me about it.” You tightened your grip on the cup, trying to keep your anger in check. “So, of course, I went to see him. And do you know what happened? He kicked me out.”

Rosie blinked. “He what?”

“In front of a whole room full of people,” you added, the humiliation still fresh. “Like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t his wife.”

Her brows furrowed, her fingers tapping against the counter. “That doesn’t sound like him.”

You let out a harsh breath, shaking your head. “I know. And that’s what pisses me off the most.”

Rosie was quiet for a moment before speaking carefully. “Maybe… he has a reason?”

You scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure he does. He always does. But it sure as hell doesn’t change the fact that he left me behind and didn’t even look back.”

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), you are the strongest person I know,” Rosie said softly. “Your patience is admirable. You waited seven years for this man. Are you really going to throw everything away on the first day of his return?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she squeezed your shoulder, cutting you off.

“Let him come to you,” she continued. “Let him explain himself. But first, let him find his words. And if he doesn’t…” Her lips curled into a playful smirk. “Then you officially have my blessing to broadcast his screams on his own radio.”

She winked, and despite yourself, a giggle escaped your lips.

You picked up your cup and took a sip of tea. The warmth spread through you, but the taste was… strange. Off.

During your years with Alastor, you never drank tea. It was his thing—too sweet for your liking. But after he left, you clung to whatever pieces of him you had left. The scent of boiling herbs in your kitchen reminded you of lazy mornings spent together. The sugary taste of flavored water brought back memories of soft, sleepy kisses before the day began.

But after a while, the memories faded. The taste lost its warmth, leaving nothing but a cloying sweetness on your tongue.

After a while, it was just tea.

But now? Now, you felt Alastor again.

Seven years.

What’s a few more days?

╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . ╰──╮

You spent the next few days in your district, trying—and failing—to ease your mind. Work, errands, distractions, anything to keep your thoughts from circling back to him. But no matter how much you buried yourself in tasks, the memories refused to stay dormant. His voice echoed in the silence, his absence a shadow stretching over you.

The morning was heavy with gloom, the air thick with the lingering scent of last night’s acid rain. Puddles of sizzling liquid still clung to the edges of the streets, reflecting the dull glow of the underworld’s eternally dim sky. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself, ignoring the distant hum of the waking city.

Alastor used to joke that the weather in Hell mirrored your emotions—cloudy, stormy, unpredictable. Gloomy, just like you, darling, he’d say with a teasing grin. Makes one wonder what has you so upset all the time. You used to roll your eyes at his dramatics, but now? Now you couldn’t help but wonder if he had gone to sleep last night, staring at the ceiling, wondering why the skies wept acid. Wondering if you were crying, too.

Your fingers brushed against the chain around your neck, where your wedding band now hung. It was no longer abandoned on the floor, no longer a discarded relic of a life you weren’t sure still belonged to you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to slip it back onto your finger—not yet. Maybe not ever.

With a sigh, you turned down a quiet alley, needing a moment away from the noise of the district. The weight in your chest hadn’t lifted, and you doubted it would anytime soon. But for now, you walked.

Because stopping meant thinking. And thinking meant feeling.

And you weren’t ready for that.

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Taglist: @lynsexperience @hayamie @l3rittney @l34n @msfandomsblog

Author’s note: For some reasons I can’t tag some of your accounts in the taglist.

[zh4rkbyt3]

“TRUST ME.”

[kavaxxx]

You can tell I'm on my period whenever I start posting saphhic art 😭

[shining-n1ght]

Yessss I will be doing this. Day seven

Welcome to Vox Humiliation Week! An 18+ fan event dedicated to art and writing centered all around bullying our favorite silly TV guy in a sex way! Follow our main accounts on twitter and bluesky!

[that-hazbin]

I like the idea that Alastor is so Not with the times that he doesn't realize that racism isn't as prevalent as it used to be. (Still around but definitely not like before.)

He's been straightening his hair and putting on a Specific Accent for the past century trying so hard to be white-passing, not having realized that not many people would bat an eye anymore towards his curls. Hell, some people would swoon if he Talked Southern to them.

I want him to be punched in the face with the realization that he doesn't really NEED to do that anymore. Like, maybe a hotel guest calls him a cracker and he's genuinely taken aback that you can make fun of white people for being white and NOT fear mass persecution. (And also low-key offended/disgusted to be mistaken for a caucasian man, despite deliberately trying to pass as white. He knows it doesn't make sense, shut up.)

Alastor: Vaggie.

Vaggie: Uh, what?

Alastor: One of our guests accused me of being a "lily white" man. Like it's an insult. Have I missed something or is pretending to be a white man not a valid survival technique anymore?

Vaggie: ... Why are you pretending to be a white man?

Alastor:

Alastor: The fact that you're asking me that tells me SO much.

On the flip side, the realization that he can make fun of white people now becomes Alastor's FAVORITE modern development. His next radio broadcast easily becomes his most popular showing on account of him roasting Vox's privileged white ass.

He's become Hip With The Kids.

(He's quietly thrilled by the new following he receives. This would have NEVER happened during his era.)

[venomhound]

Hazbin characters as text posts I have on my phone some reason

[hypnoticmoth]

Human Staticmoth ~

I love drawing them in their human forms

[spinedotlazuli1120]

Nah, knowing husk, it'd be raised to at least 50 dollars, the Vees would make it at least 100, and Charlie would be free

Kissing Booth! You have 10$ and a soul