#i love projecting shit onto vox

[theclownbehindtheslaughter]

for no real reason besides projection, i now say Vox has dyslexia. He thinks Niffty’s name only has one ‘f’, he never remembers that Velvette has the extra ‘te’, he constantly swaps letters and then gets mad thinking someone insulted him, when in reality they were not calling him a bitch, but just sent him an email about a broken switch somewhere on set that needed to be fixed. i’m slowly giving Vox all of my disorders and whatnot, and will not stop here. tune in next time to hear me say he had h-EDs in his lifetime and that’s why he has a TV for a head. because he was fragile

[hyperfixatedbastard]

sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

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"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion. 

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric. 

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings. 

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present. 

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now. 

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him. 

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it. 

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck. 

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

[rubra-wav]

[ Entry #10 ] What it would be like actually dating Vox hcs

A/N I love Vox, but the reality of it is that he'd be terrible for a lot of reasons and I'm not gonna sugarcoat it in here like at all.

Me when theoretically very complex but ultimately still extremely problematic character: *foaming at mouth*

I love him.. but God I also hate him... but I also love hi-

This is a long one jfc.

Cw: Nsfw - no smut but strong themes, discussion of toxic relationships, manipulation, discussion of emotionally abusive/controlling behaviour, insecure aa toxic cis man behaviour, suggestive at one point

Someone asked me what I thought he'd be like with a yes-man reader so here it is

The worst out of the way first

The thing about Vox is that he's got a fuckton of baggage and bad traits that need desperate management, and they would sure as hell not be being managed by him on his own choice.

As his partner, you would NOT be able to be a pushover or shy away from any kind of confrontation about actions that have upset you because if Vox had a partner like this? He'd become the absolute worst version of himself in your relationship because you would not be calling him out or enforcing boundaries with him.

- He's insecure, and it's in the worst way possible.

And not in the 'aw he just needs to be loved and then he'll be healed' way. I'm talking in the 'toxic, refuses to remedy his own behaviours, becomes very emotionally abusive abt it if you don't pull up your boots and confront him abt it and make sure he actually does shit about it' way.

The fanfic community likes to portray him as a victim in the relationship with Val, and while it's true Val is certainly worse for obvious/overt reasons - He's still not just a victim in that situation. He's also terrible.

Just for reasons that are less overt and are thus overshadowed a lot. Acknowledging that doesn't make the shit Val (at least seemingly thus far. Vox side-stepped the drink being thrown pretty fast and seems accustomed to violent tantrums) does to him any less terrible, it's just the truth he's not a poor defenceless victim in that. (Vox literally goes to try use his mind control power on Val the second he seems like he's gonna damage their image then throws his lowest earners under the bus.)

- In the beginning if you aren't giving him attention at all times, do something that reminds him of Valentino even slightly, or if you do something that he just mildly doesn't like; then he will be passive aggressive or straight up aggressive as absolute fucking hell.

The second he feels slighted even a little bit, he's going to be so pissy.

- And he can't communicate for absolute shit. He thinks you are doing shit on purpose to piss him off or hurt him. This is due to his relationship with Val, but it's not him being a sad sob story kind of thing (not all around at least), he will be awful to you if you allow him to ever be just a victim who can do no wrong.

- He will project all his bs heavily onto you in the beginning with complete self awareness and no thought given to managing his own shit.

If you ask what's wrong when he's acting up he probably would be the type of bitch to go 'nothing's wrong' and will then proceed to ruminate upon it until he ends up exploding about it later on. Or, maybe he'll even do the 'you know what you've done' type of shit.

- He would probably expect you to be a mind reader and when you inevitably aren't aware of wtf is happening because he hates being emotionally vulnerable at all and can't describe what's going on properly for himself, he will be an absolute bitch about it. (Carried here from my other hc that he has a bunch of self-imposed toxic masculinity he needs to deconstruct)

- If you call him out, he will likely try to convince you he's not doing it.

- He'll become increasingly more self-aware of his behaviour you are aware of and will just be even worse because he hates that you could see something about him he doesn't want you to see.

Basically, he feels embarrassed as fuck about it, and cannot apologise because that's humiliating as all hell to him, so instead of turning inwards and dealing with his crap he then proceeds to consciously project shit onto you even when he knows he's in the wrong.

He'd rather argue the wrong point and behaviour than admit he's capable of making mistakes.

He will probably also try to hypnotise you into forgetting anything he thinks is undesirable you know about him too.

- You will need to actually teach him real consequences for his actions, but also need to be assuring him that you aren't going to do shit like Val would have or leave him for someone else and shit like that simultaneously.

He needs to essentially be taught consequences, boundaries, healthy relationship behaviour, etc. From absolute scratch. I would literally pay for this cunts therapy atp istg.

- And this is gonna be an absolute fucking nightmare because again, he doesn't want to admit that he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing and that he's in the wrong. All that interferes with his image he wants to put out at all times in your relationship with him.

He's got masks on masks. Even one for your relationship. The second that cracks in any regard, he's gonna be rushing to compensate for that, and if that doesn't work, he's gonna be pissed and most likely end up pushing that onto you.

- Speaking of image. I mentioned this in a fic, but he'd most likely be extremely controlling over your freedom to disclose your relationship, too. If he thought you would look poor as a partner for his reputation (ie. Low status, bad reputation), he'd most likely never want to publicly reveal your relationship no matter how much he loves you - he'd likely hide this completely behind you having privacy but if you say you want people to know anyway he's going to slowly become more and more overtly pissy about it.

And, if you are openly known to be in a relationship, he will be wanting to control your own image as well.

If you step one foot out of line of what he deems perfect, good lord he will be an absolute nightmare.

- Also mentioned in another post, but he would absolutely also watch you through cameras you don't know are there. Same as what he's seen doing with Val.

- He's got practically zero qualms in the beginning of your relationship with violating your privacy or boundaries if he thinks he'll get away with it/that you won't find out about it. This also likely goes for things like checking your texts, calls, and search history without permission.

- The possibility that he'd try to interfere with your personal relationships if he thought they would try drag you away from him or if they take up a lot of your attention is also pretty present.

He's an incredibly jealous person (as seen by him seeming jealous of Angel with Val of all people), so the second he sees you giving someone else positive attention? He's gonna be fucking furious.

- Again, you could not be a pushover in your relationship with him because he'd be absolutely awful. You'd have to basically be reality checking him every three seconds - it's NOT for the faint of heart and even if you're incredibly patient you will probably be going insane from it at points.

Implying you can actually get him to change tho he would become a lot better - he's gonna be fighting you on practically everything because the second he feels out of control of a situation or himself he's gonna be freaking out.

He will probably be straight up terrified if it seems like you are making him 'change', even if it's for the better and will ultimately ALSO benefit him too.

The SECOND he feels out of control of a situation in any way, he will be terrible.

- Also, if you manage to push him on the path to behaviour management this cunt will be looking smug and proud of himself as all hell the second he even slightly does what you ask and will be a bitch if you don't rain down praise on him for it. 💀

- He's so positive attention motivated it's actually pathetic lmao

With that out of the way - the slightly better/good other stuff

- Vox works fucking nightmare hours with his position in hell, and he hates not being able to be around you much so he's almost always trying to make it up to you.

- He'll be on calls with you or texting you most hours of the day (even when he probably should not be) because he's honestly clingy as hell.

If you don't like having a million notifications from someone blowing up your phone with random shit then you are not going to like being apart from him because he is chronically on his phone.

- Another thing is the gifts.

If you want a sugar daddy aa boyfriend? This is the man for you because my God will he shower you with the most expensive gifts you have ever received. New phones, cars, jewellery, clothes, so on so on.

It's bad if you don't like consumerism and want to keep devices even if newer ones come out because the second something new comes out he's getting it for you - even before it becomes publicly available to the rest of hell, it's in your hands. He wants the best stuff and only the best stuff for you. How would that make him look if his partner didn't have all the best stuff? To you and also others

- Also, the second you mention you actually want or need something? It's there right in front of you. Bro has personal delivery drones, and it will be there in under 15 minutes delivered to you or someone's getting shot.

- I've seen a few people imply gift giving is his primary love language, and it's certainly up there, but I personally think that it's more likely acts of service.

This man never does anything for anyone unless it's to keep things from being annoying to him, self gain, or damaging his image. So for him to do things for you that he knows you want from him even if he doesnt particularly want to? He is well and truly in love with you, and that would be how he'd let you know that even if he isn't self-aware of it, lmao.

He doesn't like being told to do things, but he's really good at picking up on what people want usually (unless he's being delulu) so if he notices something or you mention stuff off-hand? He'll try to do it/get it/whatever it is for you.

Material things are just material things. He's rich, it doesn't mean that much to drop thousands for him. Him actually doing things for you, though? Even if it doesn't benefit him at all? That's something else entirely.

Will be annoying asf if you don't thank him enough for it, though. Ie. "Well, you're welcome then." While pouting at you.

- As for spending time with him:

I believe he constantly wants to be alone with you and only with you when he actually has time to do so, so he only wants dates to be one-on-ond most of the time.

There aren't exactly limits upon that, though, like at all.

He's absolutely rich and has ridiculous privileges so you could be on comfy home dates where you two just stay in and cuddle after eating dinner, or seeing concerts/watching movies/etc exclusively where they are not available to just anyone, or something fucking ridiculous like eating a fancy dinner at a custom designed restaurant just for dates under a goddamn aquarium (very likely ngl)

The second he gets to show off his power, he's gonna do it with a smug grin.

- He's also extremely big on physical touch but would never admit it. I already go over this in another entry, but he's gonna have a hand on you at all times (hand on your waist, hip or shoulder, purposely brushing against you more then he logically has to be, etc)

Brief mentions of sexual stuff here

I feel like he'd love someone big on physical touch - both in a sexual way but also especially in a non-sexual way.

He's not used to getting someone cuddling him or holding his hands or literally just touching him at all without some underlying ulterior motive, so he'd probably just melt into your touch.

Also I'll link the post bc there's further takes on this in it but they are ✨️sus✨️

- He would be extremely protective of you- this can absolutely become one of the blue sections really easily- but if you're in a relationship he's gonna be constantly concerned about your safety and whether you are at risk.

I mean, you're in hell. Just about anyone could turn out to be some maniac (ironic he would think that 🤨)

Anyways, point is, you'd be safe from any other maniacs. He would give you the best security and protection probably in hell.

Another thing is that he's gonna be super paranoid at all times about whether you're safe or not. Which would probably get honestly annoying rather than endearing at a point. 💀

- Even though he's really against revealing his more vulnerable parts and what he doesn't think are desirable of himself, he's absolutely craving emotional security with someone.

So when you get him passed that? He's gonna be so goddamn clingy - even more then before lmao.

Ending note

He's an absolute nightmare who's high maintenance asf and could become extremely abusive emotionally, but he really also needs to be romanced properly for that to actually get better by a partner who won't take his bs and knows how to take him down a peg and put him in his place when he's being awful.

And definitely therapy.

The fact that I think all this and know how much an awful person he is and still love him this much as a character has gotta indicate some sort of insanity/j

[ Masterlist ]

[utilitycaster]

🔥 each member of vox machina

Vax: really the sadboy narrative for Liam has always been stupid but it's egregiously bad that it started with Vax, who is like, sad for maybe a fifth of the episodes and largely because Liam O'Brien's actual mother was dying, like, with all due respect what the actual fuck, fandom.

Vex: I am the founding and probably only member of the "Vex is my favorite character and also I am 100% cool with Colville's depiction of her." The generosity she shows even very early on in C1 is still a generosity borne of some degree of security - they have a keep by then - and I also just don't think you have to like a character to write them fairly. Granted it's been a minute since I read early VMO but nothing stood out to me as out of line with my understanding of Vex.

Pike: repeating myself once again but I like Pike a lot and wish we could have seen more, but because we didn't, people who say she's their favorite in C1 do tend to turn me off in that I feel they're looking for a relatively flat and widely praised character to project onto rather than a character who goes through more messy development.

Grog: I think he's often underestimated and I was guilty of doing so myself, to be honest, until I saw Travis play more and until I personally got better at D&D. Also I still maintain that playing INT 6 sensitively and well is infinitely harder than playing INT 16, all things considered, and this is yet another reason why people should play high INT more often.

Scanlan: Also underestimated; I do understand being turned off by the whole extremely horny playboy thing but as I've said before Bard's Lament is a major litmus test for me: if you think Scanlan is completely at fault here, you are wrong, and if you think he's not partially at fault, you are also wrong.

Tary: I genuinely love him and think he's a great character and one of Sam's best, but while his character arc is strong the Taryon Darrington Arc of the VM Campaign, through no fault of his own (and partly bc I personally think D&D Hell, especially pre-Descent Into Avernus publication, is kind of boring), is one of the weakest parts of the campaign because it's kind of a grab bag of loose ends. With that said I would happily watch more Darrington Brigade-one shots.

Percy: Percy is also generally a litmus test in that it's like. Is he a good person? Eventually I believe he becomes one, and even before that I think he's very sympathetic and deeply traumatized and like, 24, so I get it, but also, who the fuck cares. This ties into the Essek and the Ashton opinions and all kinds of other stuff but why are people so invested in fucking absolving their blorbo of all sins? I want someone who's lived enough of a life to have done some heinous shit because that's fun and interesting and it's pretend and also because then they can have a rewarding character arc by either working towards redemption or coming to terms with who they are or spiraling into tragedy.

Keyleth: I like Keyleth a lot but I am, as this post indicates, far more sympathetic to Vex, and so while I do think Keyleth is a fairly good person she is also extremely sheltered and naive and terrified of doing the wrong thing and I would have, like Vex, wanted to scream at her half the time were I just a random NPC wandering about the campaign. On the other hand C3-era Keyleth? fantastic no notes she has grown up in such an interesting way.

Tiberius: I think we, and by we I mean people capable of separating the art from the artist, can recognize that his concept actually fucking slapped and unfortunately he was played by someone who absolutely sucked in a myriad of ways. I would love to see the alternate universe in which the same general concept (prodigy sorcerer from Draconia who is full of themself) had to face not just the destruction of their civilization but the realization that they were taking advantage of the Ravenites and while they did not deserve to be killed by Vorugal, had done nothing to justify aid from those they had subjugated either. Like, the alternate world in which one of the current cast members or like, a close friend of the main cast (Ashly, Erika, Mary Elizabeth) played this is one I'd love to see.

[artofhazbinhotel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lizardtheacorn]

bfusjdjd ok hi I'm a random person who stumbled onto your blog and thought it was cool

and then I saw three of the ships you like and I have headcanons about them :3 [feel free to ignore this I just wanna get my headcanons out there]

JeffMads: Sooo we know Jefferson has some sort of struggle walking and has that cane? I feel like Maddison would definitely have a spare cane on him at all times just incase Jefferson accidentally lost his or anything happened to the original one. Maddison is husband material

Lams: Listen, I am very projecting onto Hamilton because his obsession with writing sounds like me when I'm hyperfixated so I headcannon he has AuDHD- no one can convince me Laurens isn't the one who would remind him to eat and drink water and take breaks when he was hyperfixated on something. Like. Laurens is such husband material, he would.

StaticMoth: LISTEN. Listen. Vox definitely has multiple spare pairs of glasses for Val because he knows Val's vision is shit, and he probably also makes Val have someone with him at all times so he doesn't get lost because his vision sucks.

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eek tysm im glad you like my blog :}

anyways !!! gonna go through the hc list in order because i love them

JeffMads- I always liked the idea of Jefferson having a sort of walking issue and Madison assisting him. Either by helping him keep track of his cane/carrying it around for him or using himself to help Jefferson balance on his own. Jefferson totally decorated his cane and will actively flip tables to find it if he lost it.

Lams- Hamilton is the type of person that has to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. Laurens will literally do just that if he so pleases. Fucking dragging him across the floor like a cat (out of love ofc). Laurens has bought him so many cool mugs and water bottles to try to get him to drink more water (one says “the fuck jefferson club” on it. Laurens made it himself :3 )

StaticMoth: Vox totally has the glasses yet Valentino will not wear them unless they are heart shaped. Fucking child. I love them. Vox had to like child proof the tower so that Valentino doesn’t get hurt on sharp corners and shit. Valentino cannot go anywhere alone unless he wants to immediately walk into a street lamp.

your hcs are so silly and fun and im glad you came across my blog :D

[rat-cannibal]

Word Count: 2000+

ao3:

It’d be weird fucking you with explicit permission from Valentino. I don’t want him to know when I get off.”

“Honestly?” Angel grinned. “Same here. Don’t get much of a choice, though, personally.”

“A real shame.” Husk smiled coyly. “A hottie like you deserves full autonomy over his body.”

“Holy shit, that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

Husk’s eyes narrowed as he idly shuffled the deck of cards in his hands. Instead of gambling today, he was dealing - the euphoric high he got from winning would cloud his judgement for the overlord meeting he was being forced to attend.

Every so often, Valentino liked to host ‘casino-themed meetings’ that consisted of Vox, Velvette, Husker, Zeezi, and Valentino himself. Husk was certain they were just an excuse for Valentino to rebuild his ego after the regular overlord meetings. Everybody in the aptly named ‘casino squad’ was either allied with Valentino or didn’t give enough of a shit to argue with him.

Husk sat staunchly in the second category.

He still continued to attend them because why the hell wouldn’t he? Free entertainment. Watching Valentino prance around like a child while spouting whatever inane idea he had recently come up with brought Husker more joy than it probably should have.

But whatever. He would take his dopamine rushes where he could get them.

As he dealt the deck, he watched the microexpressions of the patrons. A cheek twitch and a tap of the finger - a good deck. 

A thick swallow and a lax grin to put off the other patrons - a bad deck.

Husker knew the game all too well, and was well versed in playing it.

The bad deck guy was bad at bluffing. He was trying to bait good deck guy into folding, and was betting more than he probably should have been on it. Rookie mistake.

Not like being good at gambling was a good thing, either, though, thought Husker, somewhat spitefully. Look at where it got him. Knee deep in cash, and elbow deep in a bottle of vodka every other night. 

He didn’t drink to feel happy anymore - that ship sailed a long ass time ago. No, he drank to not feel like shit. The only thing that brought him joy was gambling.

He knew his position as overlord wouldn’t last forever. Even the best gamblers had to lose sometime. Maybe being kicked out of his self-made fortress of destructive habits wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Valentino.

“Sorry, fellas, gotta bounce. You’ll be alright without me, won’t you?” He handed the deck to an employee of the casino and gave the bad-deck-guy a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Good luck on the floor tonight,” he murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, “and by the way - your tell is your right leg. It bounces when you bluff.”

Husk entered the VIP lounge, where Vox and Zeezi were already waiting. Valentino and Velvette usually liked to make some sort of grand entrance.

He motioned to the bartender. “Gimme a scotch whiskey. No ice.”

The bartender slid the drink to him. He grabbed it, then took a seat, sipping it idly. With the tolerance he’d built up, one drink would do nothing to him. Made him look pretty badass, though.

As expected, around 5 minutes after the meeting time, Valentino and Velvette strutted in, followed by a posse of their employees.

“Hello, darlings!” crowed Valentino, languishing onto the loveseat. “So lovely to see you all today.”

“Lovely to see you, too, Valentino,” said Vox, crossing his arms. Husker grunted, then took a swig of his drink. The TV demon leaned forward. “Any particular occasion for this meeting? Or is it just a little get together between friends?”

“As a matter of fact, there is! Some of the other overlords - Zestiel specifically - are a bit too uptight to appreciate what I do. It is, however, the 10th anniversary of the opening of my business, so I thought it was due time to celebrate! To mark the occasion, I brought some of my favourite pets along to show off.”

With a snap, Valentino dimmed the lights. Pornstar after pornstar filed in from the door, striking a couple poses before draping themselves over Valentino suggestively.

Velvette and Vox clapped enthusiastically for each one that entered the room. They weren’t anything special in Husk’s opinion, but he paid attention as a courtesy.

“And, as a grand finale, my favourite little pet, Angel Dust!”

A white spider demon with multi-coloured eyes came strutting towards the table, a seductive grin across his face. 

His eyes didn’t match his smile, and his movements seemed forced - Husk could tell he didn’t want to be there. 

When Valentino traced Angel Dust’s jawline, he flinched momentarily, before leaning into the touch, purring something into the porn demon’s ear.

Valentino pulled Angel Dust into his lap. “Quite something, aren’t they? This is the epitome of all of my hard work. The hottest, sexiest, most desireable demons in hell are all in this room.” Valentino spread his arms. “Go on! Mingle! Get to know them.” He grinned saucily. “The first time for you, my friends, is free.”

Husk held back a scoff. This bitch was whoring out his workers to total strangers. No fucking way this was in the porn star job description. Knowing Valentino, he probably added it to the fine print of the contract they were no doubt forced to sign.

A scantily-clad cat demon shimmied up to him, giving him a sultry smile. “Hey, handsome, love yer whiskers,”

“Uh, thanks.” He shifted uncomfortably. He had no interest in sleeping with one of Valentino’s toys, but he had a feeling that outright rejecting her would land her in trouble with her boss. “I like your, uh, smile. Real genuine.”

Her eyes widened slightly. Surprise. Then, oddly enough, her pupils dilated - arousal. “Why, thank you, honey,” she purred, “my teeth certainly are sharp, aren’t they? Wanna see what they can do?”

“Hey, Callie,” interrupted a brooklyn-accented voice, “lay off, why don’t ya? I got a feeling he doesn’t swing your way.”

The cat - Callie - walked away wordlessly. Husk’s rescuer made himself known by stepping towards him. Angel Dust. “Thanks for helping me out,” thanked Husk.

Angel Dust waved his hand dismissively and took a seat next to him. “Nah, don’t mention it. I could tell you were uncomfortable. Yano, you could’ve just said no and she woulda backed off.”

“I could have,” agreed Husk, taking a sip of his drink, “but I’m sure Valentino would’ve made her pay for it. Am I wrong?”

The spider demon fidgeted with his harness. His eyes darted to the side. “Well, yeah, but that’s not your problem. You don’t need to sit through that shit if you don’t want to.” The words ‘unlike us’ were left unspoken.

“I don’t want to make her job any harder than it has to be.” Husk cleared his throat. “No pun intended.”

Angel barked out a laugh. “I like your style, sweetheart. Kind when you don’t gotta be, not to mention legs for days. Nothin’ compared to me, though, of course, but that’s real hard to accomplish.”

Husk could tell the porn-star was rambling. He didn’t know how to communicate without flirting. A pang of sympathy shot through him. “You know you’re more than that, right?”

Angel swallowed. “What?”

“You’re more than just a sex figure. You’re a real person. And you seem like an upright one, too - real hard to find down here.”

“I’m not part of the ‘first time’s free’ deal, just so ya know. You don’t gotta butter me up.”

“Don’t worry, I have absolutely no intention of doing that.” Husk finished off his glass. “Even if you were part of the deal, I wouldn’t be interested.”

“How come? In case ya didn’t hear Val, I’m hell’s most desirable boy toy.”

“I like my sex fully consensual and free of coercion.” Husk shot a disgusted look at Vox and Velvette, who were indulging in Valentino’s offer already - in plain goddamn daylight. “Unlike some people.”

He heaved himself up from his seat and returned to the bar. He knew the bartender really damn well - too damn well, actually. Both he and the barkeep knew exactly how the night was going to go.

The bartender wordlessly slid a glass of overproof rum over to him - no ice and filled exactly halfway, just how he liked it.

Angel Dust, much to his surprise, had followed him to the bar. “So what’s your deal then, huh? Why’re you at this meeting anyways? No offense, but ya don’t exactly fit in here, toots.”

Husk snorted. “Oh, don’t worry, I take it as a compliment.” He swirled his glass. “I’m here outta boredom.”

“Boredom? I’d think bein’ an overlord would be enough to combat boredom.”

“You’d be surprised,” quipped Husk. “Shit gets old fast. Every day is pretty much the same down here when you don’t need to fear for your life. And when you do the same thing over and over, it stops bringing you joy. So when I find something that does give me that hit of dopamine - namely, your boss making an ass of himself - I indulge it wholeheartedly.”

Angel blinked. “Goddamn. That’s way deeper than I thought it’d be.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologise. Happens a lot in the industry, actually. Drunken colleagues spillin’ secrets to their porno partners, cryin’ in the middle of a scene..” Angel’s eyes widened. “Not that I mean to compare you to us, though. You’re obviously doin’ way better for yourself. Just reminded me of that is all.”

Husk chuckled duly. “Don’t sweat it. And for the record, I’m not doing nearly as well as I seem. I doubt you are, either, are you?” He waved his hand. “You don’t have to answer that.”

Angel took the out and changed the conversation. “So you’re the gambling demon or somethin’ right? I’ve heard a bit about you. Killin’ people with card tricks is pretty badass, ya know.”

“I wouldn’t call them ‘card tricks’,” sniffed Husk, “and I didn’t know people referred to me as the ‘gambling demon’. Not exactly flattering, being named after an addiction. Even if it is accurate.”

“Oh, you think that’s bad? People point to me on the street and yell ‘hey, that’s the porn star!’ At least your title gets you respect.”

Husk laughed deeply. “Well, they’re exposing themselves by saying that, then, aren’t they?”

“As someone who watches porn?” Angel rolled his eyes. “Not much of a confession down here. I’d be more surprised if someone didn’t.”

“I don’t,” said Husk, staring at Angel over the rim of his glass. “I prefer to go straight to the source. Being an overlord doesn’t exactly leave me wanting for a bed warmer. Pretty people are aplenty when you’ve got the power and money to make ‘em stay.”

Angel blinked. Then swallowed. Then bit his lip. “Lucky people they must be, to get a taste of that. I wouldn’t mind joinin’ em.”

Husk threw his drink back and motioned to the barkeep for another. “Tempting offer, but your boss doesn’t seem the type to share. Not outside the industry, at least.”

The spider demon’s eyes darkened. “He owns me in the studio, but outside it, I’m my own goddamn man. He can’t stop me from fucking who I want, when I want, no matter how much he may want to.”

Husk looked him up and down. “Good to know. I’ll store that information away for safekeeping.”

Valentino slinked up to them, draping an arm across Angel’s shoulders. The spider demon flinched slightly, just as he had when Valentino touched his jaw, but relaxed into his arm. “Enjoying yourself, Angel Cakes?”

Angel smiled tightly. “You know it, Val.”

“So glad to hear that.” The moth demon grabbed Angel’s shoulder. Husk held back a wince - he’d seen Valentino’s nails before, and they looked sharp as fuck. “You and I are going to have our own, private celebration after the party. Understood?”

Husk watched Angel’s face fall slightly. His smile looked forced. “Yes sir,” he purred, nestling into Valentino’s arm, “looking forward to it, Val.”

“Good.” Valentino retracted his arm. “I would expect nothing less from my good, little moneymaker.” He looked up at Husk, who had started on his third drink of the night. “You’ll take care of my Angel, won’t you? I don’t like my toys too broken when I play with them.”

Angel’s eyes widened. “But Val, you said -"

“That was for Vox and Velvette,” said Valentino dismissively, “they’ve already taken a liking to you, and I wouldn’t want to get you stolen away. Husker, here, on the other hand.. Well, I’m sure he knows better than to try to take you from me. No matter how tempted he may be.”

Husk grinned laxly. “That I do, that I do. I’d say most people know better than to mess with you - unless they’ve got a death wish, that is,” he flattered. Playing the game was one of his greatest talents. One of the only reasons he still got invited to the casino club gatherings, too.

Valentino relaxed, seemingly satisfied with Husk’s answer. He laughed heartily. “Very true, my friend. Well, I’ll leave you two be.” He sauntered back to the Vee’s table - how he was able to stand Vox and Velvette’s obnoxious moaning was a mystery to Husk. 

Angel hesitated. “So, uh, you wanna..?”

“What, fuck you?” Husk sighed. “Like I said earlier. I like my sex fully consensual and free of coercion. And honestly? It’d be weird fucking you with explicit permission from Valentino. I don’t want him to know when I get off.”

“Honestly?” Angel grinned. “Same here. Don’t get much of a choice, though, personally.”

“A real shame.” Husk smiled coyly. “A hottie like you deserves full autonomy over his body.”

“Holy shit, that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Angel bit his lip. “You know, I have a phone number. You can have it, too, if you’d like.”

“I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

[voxuli]

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

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Roleplayer Name:

I usually go by either Julian or Ace; the latter being drawn from my main / art blog, @aceofintuition.

Roleplayer pronouns:

They/them

Muse Name(s):

Victor Orwell Xavier, AKA Vox. Aliases Television Overlord, Overlord of Surveillance, CEO of shit telenovelas according to one angel dust, etc etc

Preferred Communication:

I default to tumblr's IMs and tags. I generally am willing to let close mutuals have my discord handle.

Experience:

Hah, I'm fairly new to the whole thing? / kind of. I only started RPing again probably around 20-21ish with a couple close friends. The bulk of my RP experience has been with one lovely person, and I only recently started exploring tumblr RP at the beginning of 2024 when our fandom and writing interests diverged. Vox is really the first RP blog that's "gotten off the ground" so to speak.

Preferred Roleplay Type:

It depends, I suppose! Obviously a lot of what I've done is multi-para bordering on novella. I don't mind short form / one-liners / dialogue-only in theory, but in practice I find myself getting anxious trying to ensure my partner has something to respond to in that space. The only thing I feel like I don't really do is in-character tumblr blogs (think ask blogs, etc). I usually feel too limited by making tumblr itself part of the RP experience.

Pet Peeves & Dealbreakers:

- I'm a bit of a grammar snob, sorry. I don't mind mistakes here and there, but consistently missing punctuation actually effects my internal reading voice and changes the tone I get from someone's writing. That can be tiring to parse and it's not something I can easily ignore, so I tend to avoid following back. - I try not to touch on this much, but I usually don't follow back anyone who is anti-anything. This is done on a per-person basis, but the fact is that kind of language makes me exceptionally nervous about witch hunts and the like. I am very proship, in the sense that no matter what you write, I don't think it's my place to cast judgment, even if it makes me uncomfortable. If you write a lot of a topic I don't like, I simply won't interact. - people who write a lot of pregnancy plots??? Lol. Sorry, I'm just super not about having that on my dash. - you're on thin ice if I feel like you're looking for Vox to be a punching bag or to match fanon interpretations of him (read: pathetic simp for alastor at all times). I'm not asking your muse to be nice to him or even respect him, necessarily! Just know that I write him with a bit of Main Character Syndrome, and it makes me sad if he's just written off. :( something something exploration of themes of self-objectification in the most literal way possible - reposting my writing elsewhere without my consent? bro. that's weird.

Best time to write:

Uhhh, when I have the muse lol. Sometimes that's in the evening, sometimes in the morning, sometimes while I'm bored at work. Honestly the writing usually flows easiest right after I read someone's reply, but that doesn't always line up with me actually having the time to, nor is it always a good idea for me to go with my gut instincts.

Are you like your muse?:

Probably? I mean, I'm not a CEO of anything, and I like to think I don't value profit over most everything else and wouldn't drop my friends the moment they stop being useful to me. But on the other hand, he deals with a lot of insecurities I'm familiar with, just magnified—both because they're topics I have experience with and also because that makes them engaging to me. I don't think I'd be that interested in writing him if I couldn't at least project onto him a little bit.

Tagged by: @visage-of-hell :D

Tagging: @a-hazbin-spider, @sabers-and-other-ocs, @hellmxses, @allantlers, @angie-long-legs if you would like to!

[manicali]

As per my last post, now I have to post this character

So

This is Gene, my Hazbin Oc. They’re a dragonfly, because I saw one crash land and die in my yard a couple days ago, it was huge and my cat ate it, so I decided to immortalize his memory into an OC. He’s also a music based demon, because stayed gone started playing while i was drawing him and I thought, yeah, that sounds cool.

LORE! Warning, me and my brother came up with this and neither of us ever know what were talking about.

Anyway, he’s in hell for murders, two of em. One was when he was nine, he drowned a playmate, and nothing happened due to the surprising stupidity of the police (based on not one, but several true stories.) the second is how he died. He was kidnapped, killed the guy, burned the place down and killed himself, simultaneously disposing of all evidence. Yay, crime.

His life in hell consists of three things: his job, an IT guy, he works for Vox, sleeping, and making deals.

He stumbled upon one of those crystal thingys that the succubi have (I don’t know how they work and I don’t care) and started helping sinners escape the Pride ring, for a price. That being their souls. (Note, he also helps them get back. Usually) anyways, nobody knows who he is, because he doesn’t tell people who has their souls. Eventually he becomes a recognized problem by other overlords.

Oh, an idea i had for him, because he is just my obsession with music personified, is that music that shows his thoughts is always playing around him. The only control he has is volume. Because in his life his main focus was being unnoticed. He was very stealthy, staying out of sight. Now he’s a glowing music demon who can’t really lie if people figure out his music thing. Because I’m mean

Edit: I had another idea. AKA more projecting onto my ocs. So Gene ABSOLUTELY HATES BUGS. Particularly the repugnant creatures that seen to inhabit all of hell. So he is constantly bugspraying everything. But he’s a dragonfly so that would make him sick like all the time. So yeah he’s usually high and or dizzy from the copious bug spray.

Edit: MORE PROJECTION ONTO MY OC TO THE POINT WHERE ITS A SELF INSERT!!! He can’t make faces normally. This isn’t even like a cruel thing for his crimes I just can’t make faces normally If i smile i look like i will eat you, which I love because it’s funny

Edit again: When he makes a deal, or like does cool demon shit colour inverts. Why? Because i was playing with a colour inversion filter on ibspaint

And that is the needlessly over complicated, and quite honestly self indulgent dumb lore of Gene.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Projects & Acquisitions

Well, today’s already been a pretty good day. I mean, I haven’t been awake for long, but ... y’know, that’s part of why it’s been a good day.

Since I had the day off, I had earlier-than-usual mini watch party of The Legend of Vox Machina. (I have thoughts. I’ll ramble about all that later.) Slept in. Woke up and did the online ordering portion of my big grocery shop. Which was good because some of the things I wanted and needed were on special offer - like, the good gluten-free bread, just for example. Also picked up a few ingredients for something I really wanted to try - see, I’m a little fed up at how expensive hot chocolate mix is, and the supermarket own-brand stuff is kind of crap, and I tripped over a video awhile ago about how to make your own. So I’m going to do that. Which meant I needed a couple of storage containers of the right size to store the finished product ... though I could just use the old jars, which I’ve saved. Hmm. Thoughts for later, but honestly, with everything I get up to, I could use storage jars. Also I needed to hit Amazon anyway because I needed a safer candy thermometer than the one I have if I’m going to be making hard candy. Even the steam from heating sugar to hard crack point can be seriously painful, and my candy thermometer requires leaning too close to the pot for my liking.

Anyway, after that, I fulfilled a promise to myself - a promise that this paycheque, on sale or not, I was going to get my Gilmore’s Glorious Bathrobe. It’s time to retire my old one, which looks like I skinned a polka-dotted Muppet to get it. It’s served me well, my old Muppet, but one of the pockets is ripped halfway off and it’s all battered. Best part is, it was still on sale - to the point where even when I sprang for DPD next-day delivery service, it was still cheaper than the base price would have been if I’d bought it while not on sale! Which means I should have it tomorrow! So I am of a squee. That’s even not taking into account that apparently my bestie is throwing the Trinket slippers at me as an early birthday gift.

Look, right now, with the way things are? Being able to stay warm without turning on the heating is a serious bonus. And ... well, the shark socks didn’t work out - they were cheap crap and the soles kept shifting in weird ways so they’re not really wearable - and my lovely super-thick fleece socks are great for warming up my feet when I’m curling up in bed for the night but they’re thick enough that I can’t throw a pair of shoes over them to step out onto the balcony. Thus, two pairs of moderately warm socks and slippers. I’ve been making do with thinner socks so I had my eye on more slippers anyway. I was just getting jazzed about the Trinket slippers hitting the UK shop and thinking I could buy slippers and robe at the same time, when all of a sudden, “I’m letting you know that I’m getting you the Trinket slippers, so you don’t go ahead and buy them first - happy early birthday”. My bestie knows me too well. ^_^

Right. It’s been a productive day but I’ve still got shit to do. Need to go out and pick up painkillers and at least some groceries (delivery’s tomorrow but food is still needed today). So not much shit to do, but some. Tomorrow’s going to be the day for Doing Things, though - fruit to run through the dehydrator, making my hot chocolate mix, and running D&D. And Sunday’s the big group session. Lots to prep for, but hey.

[luvxiem]

the stars aligned for us

word count ! 【idk】idk【idk】 pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff, mild angst on luca's part summary ! different soulmate au tropes w our faves bc i'm weak and love self indulgence 🤭 soulmate aus my beloved cw ! non-explicit violence/injuries on luca's part notes ! this was written on my phone so sorry for the uggy formatting and any typos 😭💔 btw tysm for 100 followers 🥺🫶 i appreciate y'all lots for enjoying my shit LMFAOOO it's just me projecting on here but i'm glad u guys enjoy it anyways when u wanna read a fanfic so bad but it doesn't exist yet so u gotta write it urself also kindred plz don't kill me for calling vox an asshole i meant it endearingly (insert "'i hate him' while putting up his picture" meme here)

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

TROPE: SEEING COLORS

ike's world has been black and white for as long as he could remember

his friends have always told him how beautiful everything be came after they made eye contact with their soulmate for the first time

despite them trying their best to describe colors (what does a "warm" color even look like anyway?) it was hard for ike to really care

after all, how can you miss something you never experienced?

but more than seeing colors, the novelist just wanted to meet his soulmate

it wasn't that he was lonely; ike had his fair share of relationships in the past with others like him (those who haven't had the chance to meet their soulmate just yet, but wanted to date anyways)

however being a writer comes with a certain sense of romanticism and a lust for life, and ike was no exception

he's always loved the thought of meeting someone who was perfect for him in every way; a person who he could be his honest self around and love with all his heart

this is why when he suddenly started seeing colors he never could've imagined on a busy sidewalk, he immediately started scanning the crowd for you

he spotted you under the canopy of a nearby cafe. you were looking around with clear awe on your face, mouth slightly agape as you took in the new world around you, not even noticing the grumbles of passerby who narrowly avoided you.

you looked almost ethereal in your (now known as blue) button up, the sunshine leaving your skin in a warm glow. the gentle breeze ruffled your hair just right, and the novelist couldn't tear his gaze away.

as much as ike wanted to admire his new view too, he was more focused on making sure he didn't lose you. he's thought about it countless of times—dreamt of it, even—of somehow meeting his soulmate and losing them right away, never to be seen again. ike's lost enough sleep over it and he was determined to not make his nightmares a reality.

pushing past shoulders with rushed "sorry's" and "excuse me's," ike rushed to get to you as quick as possible; and soon enough, he was now standing face to face with you—the person who would become the love of his life.

your gaze fell onto him and an unspoken realization was met. you could feel it to; the ecstasy blooming in your very core at finally meeting your other half.

"hi," he breathed, a broad smile adorning his face. "i think i'm your soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

TROPE: MUTUAL PAIN

woe is the soulmate of a certain blonde haired mafia boss

injuries came with the job, unfortunately, but the soft-hearted man couldn't help but feel sorry for his soulmate

luca knew some most of his injuries weren't normal. civilians don't get bullet wounds in their arm or knife slashes to the chest

did his soulmate worry for him? or were they wishing they weren't fated at all? as much as it hurt, luca couldn't find it in himself to blame them if they did

the small pricks he felt on his fingertips from presumably paper cuts can't compare to literally getting stabbed in the back

eventually it came to a point where luca tried to stop going outside altogether

he can't obtain any further injuries if he's always at the base, right?

but that fantasy couldn't last forever.

the one day he had to be escorted to a different location, him and his guards got ambushed

luca was the only one who got away, but not without sustaining a bullet wound to his shoulder

it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt like a bitch

stumbling into an alleyway, the blonde collapsed next to a dumpster, creating a loud thud that echoed into the night

luca was ready to rip off a piece of his shirt to wrap his shoulder when suddenly a bright light momentarily blinded him

standing a little bit away was you, pointing your phone flashlight on him while gripping your shoulder in your other hand

"so you're a med student?" luca asks, gritting his teeth when you dab at his bullet wound with rubbing alcohol. tossing the cotton ball, you reach into your first aid kit for gauze.

"yeah," you say quietly, starting to wrap his shoulder. the blonde frowns noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"i chose this path because of you." at your words luca's eyebrow raises in question. you finished wrapping him up and now rest your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers. "you got so many injuries growing up and i didn't know what to do. i was worried you didn't have anyone to help you so i wanted to learn how," you explain quietly. at this the mafia boss's gaze softens.

"how'd you know? that i'm your soulmate, i mean," he asks. reaching up, you gently grazed the large scar on his abdomen with your fingers.

"i recognized your injuries," you said. luca shivered at your touch, raising his non-injured arm to cover your hand with his.

"i'm glad i ran into you then, soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

TROPE: COUNTDOWN TIMER

mysta's known since he was five that he had a soulmate, just like every other five-year-old in his class

but there was one teeny little problem

ok actually it was a major problem

his timer seemed to be broken

instead of the few years or days or months like his friends had, his timer was set to decades

because of how long his timer was set for, mysta was teased mercilessly for "having a soulmate who doesn't even want to meet him"

this followed him for most of his youth until eventually he covered up his wrist and tried to forget about it alltogether

if he wasn't going to meet his soulmate until he was old and gray, why should he even care

that was until he fell through that damned portal and landed in 2022

he noticed it after he got out of the shower, spotting his wrist in the mirror while brushing back his hair

mysta's mouth dropped open in shock, dropping his arm to gently run his fingers over the numbers

the timer that was the bane of his younger self's existence was down to the hours

the detective was antsy, understandably.

a lifetime of thinking he wouldn't ever meet his soulmate suddenly turned into meeting his soulmate in twenty minutes. mysta wasn't sure what to do, how he should act. should he go outside? he should, right? how else would he meet you?

filled with a newfound sense of determination, mysta grabbed his keys and darted into the london night.

there was hardly anyone out this late; maybe his timer really was broken? what were you doing out at one in the morning, don't you know that's dangerous? who knows what kind of dangerous people were prowling outside right now.

mysta started walking briskly toward a more crowded area of the city. if he had to meet you, it would be somewhere safe.

settling on standing in front of a pub he's been to a few times with friends, the detective started counting down the minutes till he would meet you. he kept glancing at his wrist, watching the numbers go down one by one until there was only a minute left on the clock.

mysta tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced left and right down the street until suddenly, he felt the lightest tap on his shoulder. he spun on his heel and low and behold, there you were.

grinning, you spoke.

"nice to finally meet you, soulmate."

and mysta couldn't be happier.

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

TROPE: SWITCHING BODIES

in all honesty, shu couldn't care less about having a soulmate

the idea of the universe choosing who he would fall in love with didn't sit right with him

not to mention how frustrating it would be sometimes when the two of you switched bodies at inconvenient times

like in the middle of one of his experiments

or when he's talking to one of his fellow sorcerers

or how about that time he was meditating in a lovely, perfectly quiet room for the first time in ages as a way to destress only to suddenly wake up in your body in the middle of a bustling city

yeah, shu wasn't all too happy about it, but what can he do?

so while all his friends were out actively searching for ways to meet their soulmate in person, shu was directing his energy toward mastering his powers instead

but the thing about having a soulmate is that you can't exactly reject them altogether

they're your soulmate for a reason, after all

so despite his resistance, the purple sorcerer found himself falling for you all the same

he grew antsy at particularly long periods without switching and eventually started leaving notes behind for you for when you would eventually switch

including a bright purple post-it with an address and a time and date

shu sat inside the cafe anxiously, bouncing his leg under the table while sipping his drink. he hoped that his note was obvious enough that you saw it the last time you guys swapped bodies, but how could he know for sure? you didn't leave a reply on his note, and the swap period was rather short that time too.

minutes passed the written time and the pounding in shu's chest grew louder and louder in his ears. he looked up at every tinkle of the bell above the door, hoping that it was you only to be disappointed when it wasn't. he kept glancing out the window rather obsessively, and soon enough his cup was empty too.

after 40 minutes had gone by, the sorcerer had just about given up. letting out a disappointed sigh, he rose from his chair to leave his tray and finished drink on the counter only to pause when the bell jingled one last time. shu looked up on instinct and his breath got caught in his throat.

in the doorway was you, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, looking frantically around the cafe before your eyes landed on him. shu was still holding the tray in his hands when you ran up to him, still in shock at seeing you in the flesh for the first time and not just through a mirror.

"h...hi..." you stutter, gripping the strap of your tote bag tightly in your fists. "i'm sorry i'm late. but i'm so glad i found you." shu broke out of his trance and smiled, setting the tray back down on the table.

"i'm glad you found me too."

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

TROPE: FIRST WORDS

fitting for a voice demon that the first words his soulmate says to him is permanently printed onto his skin

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy" decorated his ribs under his right pectoral

now vox knows he's hot

he's well aware of the power he holds fucking asshole and uses his charm and good looks to his advantage

the demon spent most of his early years dropping one liners and introducing himself with various pickup lines in an attempt to find his elusive soulmate

and many have tried to pretend they were his fated one but they never succeeded

after the death of his clan and being transported to the future, it took vox a long time to feel ready to find his soulmate again

slowly he started visiting pubs and parties in an attempt to socialize

it was at one of these parties that he met you

beer in hand, vox pushed past a group laughing with each other in the hallway to slip out onto the balcony. he was hoping to get a chance to breathe and get away from all the sweaty partygoers, but there was already another person out here with him. figuring it wouldn't hurt to say something, the demon let a familiar smirk slip onto his face as he approached you.

sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him in curiosity, fiddling with the many rings on your fingers.

"why hello there; what's a gorgeous person like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, sliding up next to you. a breathy laugh escaped your lips, dropping your head to your chest for a moment before you looked back up and meeting his gaze dead on.

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy."

at your words vox faltered, the smirk falling from his face as his lips parted in surprise. the skin where his soulmate mark was seemed to tingle.

it seems like you figured it out too; your eyes widened and suddenly you were tugging your shirt up to show a matching tattoo on your ribs. you let the fabric fall back down and looked back up at him, a softer smile now gracing your features as vox reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"would you look at that," you laughed happily. "guess you really did impress me, pretty boy."

WRITTEN ! 080222

[theclownbehindtheslaughter]

your daily dose of clown projecting onto TV man

I see a lot of people depict human!Vox (either his actual human self, or a humanization of his demon form if that makes any sense) as having a large scar over his left eye, and that's why it's the swirly one. that's a very neato idea, but I personally HC as having had Anisocoria, which is characterized by uneven pupil sizes. Most times, it's harmless and goes away quickly; or can be a sign of a very serious stroke or aneurysm, but it could ALSO be permanent, caused by head trauma in some way (like David Bowie who got punched in the face at 16 and his pupils never went back to normal) or by certain ADHD meds (how I got Anisocoria i'm pretty sure) Anisocoria isn't that rare technically, it affects up to 20% of the population but usually goes away within a month or so, but can be permanent, which is what I think happened to Vox when he was human. also, this may have caused him to have a lazy eye (i have a lazy eye and must project it somehow) in life, and therefore giving another parallel to Alastor who canonically has a lazy eye (i'm pretty sure it's still canon, but I can't remember exactly) >:D

[lxmiko]

Uhm...hello!

This is my first time requesting something....sooo if u don't mind....

Can u do something where luxiem gets jealous?? if you've done this already pls ignore this >¬<

Anyways thank u and I love the way u write!💞

luxiem being jealous / protective . . .

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hello hello !! sorry for the incredibly long wait ;; my first week of school just ended !! i’m trying to set some sort of schedule where i write a lil bit of whatever i’m doing throughout the week and then finish it up on the weekend if i don’t have any big projects due mhmhm, aka updates most likely every five to seven days (due to the fact that how much i write rn is actually a lot for me ••;;)

sorry that this kinda became more of a jealousy/protective thing ••;; wasn’t sure how to write jealousy for some of them ;;

but anyway, moving on to the brainrot >:D

characters: luxiem (separately)

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vox akuma

vox makes it very obvious when he’s jealous, he’s a little more passive aggressive toward whatever’s making him frustrated, and pins it on you (jokingly) afterward when the problem’s gone

he takes his eyes off of you for a second and comes back to see you swarmed by a stranger, and immediately, he begins to frown, but he calms himself enough to approach you quietly. perhaps he’s misreading the situation, maybe they’re a friend of yours, a relative or someone similar (but would they make your brows furrow? make you frown as you shake your head in polite refusal? he hopes he knows you better than that)

“hey there, my love,” he murmurs as he appears out of thin air by your side, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek with his eyes locked onto your confused expression with a smile. even as you stutter out a reply, he keeps his focus on you, completely ignoring the stranger in front of the two of you

his arms stay wrapped snugly around you, his gaze sweet as can be (and he makes sure the person sees the way you return his affection when you place a hand on top of the one he has on your hip)

and god, is vox protective .///. , his attention on you isn’t just for show. his eyes quickly and subtly scan for anything that’s amiss, his arm curling a little tighter at any and every difference he catches (that stranger best hope nothing’s wrong or they’ll be six feet under before they even know it ••;;)

it’s only when they make themselves known with an irritated sigh that vox’s eyes lazily drag to them. his lips curl up at the sneer on their face as he addresses you again. “who’s this, dear?”

it takes only a few minutes for the stranger to leave, frustrated and with a scowl at vox’s blatant attitude toward them (and your inability to stop him even as when you slap him arm and tell him to be nice ;;)

don’t worry about him being a lil shit after they’re gone though!! he means no harm, it’s just that he loves when you push at his chest and look away with a pout whenever he leans toward you with that stupid grin of him, asking, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you, love?”

he pokes fun at you and pouts dramatically when you huff, accusing you of being “so mean” to him when he’s only asking a “simple question”

you can try to win, argue with him all you want, tease him back, or maybe even get so flustered that you die (;;), but all he’ll do is shoot you a cheeky smile and go “mmhm~” >:c

even though he doesn’t get jealous often (as he might try to make you think) since he feels very secure in your relationship and himself ^^, he won’t ever give up the chance to tease you, so watch out for that ;;

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mysta rias

mysta tries really hard to not let you know when he’s jealous ;;

it’s almost like an embarrassment to him. he hates doubting and he hates feeling so insecure no matter how many times you tell him you love him, and he stumbles to come up with lies to cover up his feelings, especially if it’s over something he thinks is stupid

you asked him on a date earlier that day, and he’s currently walking toward where you wanted to meet up. his mind supplying useless anxieties as he came closer and closer. god, he hopes he looks okay, that he isn’t late even though he made sure he’d arrive a few minutes early, but above all else, his heart thrums with excitement with every step ^^

but up ahead, he sees a stranger looking at you so sweetly, your back to him, and he stutters in his step at the sight. maybe you know them, maybe he shouldn’t intrude…

his head floods with numerous thoughts, perhaps you want to talk to them more than him right now, you might’ve asked him to hang out today but maybe you had a sudden change of plans

he hates that his mind jumps to all these stupid conclusions, but he can’t help it, nor can he the resentment that bubbles at the sight of the stranger. he wants to run away, terribly so

before his thoughts overtake his mind, he catches the frown you show them, taking a step back as they take a step forward. you’re uncomfortable, he notes, and it makes him furrow his brow in confusion for a second at the revelation

while mysta’s not the most observant person, something clicks in his mind, and he just knows something’s wrong, especially with the way that stranger’s trying to place a hand on your arm with a leer as you jerk away from their grasp. it makes his blood boil.

mysta quickens his pace, yanking their hand from your wrist, his grip tightening when they immediately try to defend themselves. “don’t touch them,” his scowl grows at their insistence that they weren’t trying to do anything, and it especially gets worse when the stranger tries to ask for your opinion

they ask you to confirm that they’re just a friend, right? mysta’s just overreacting, right? but mysta knows better. he pushes the stranger away with the grasp he has on them, his voice low and mean as he speaks, “i don’t care who you are, don’t touch them or come near us ever again.”

the stranger stumbles away with a curse and disappears among the crowd, and the second they’re gone, mysta’s eyes and hands are wandering over every inch of your body, inspecting for any injuries or discomforts. “are you okay, babe? shit, i should’ve came earlier,” he scolds himself and apologizes profusely despite your adamant refusal to it being his fault

he sulks and pouts, and god, he just hopes you’re okay and that you’ll forgive him (even if he’s done nothing wrong ;;). the whole situation leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but he forgets any and all of his bitter emotions toward the stranger to focus on you (and perhaps if you give him a kiss, he’ll feel even better ^^)

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luca kaneshiro

luca doesn’t really notice that he’s jealous, being one to confuse his feelings at times and overall having a hard time expressing himself as someone other than “the himbo who screams ‘pog >:DD!!!’”

though, it doesn’t take much to get him jealous, but most of the time, it’s not enough to make him react any different than he usually does

it’s only when someone’s bothering the two of you while you’re out on a date that jealousy burns him and anger flickers dangerously within him

he’s only gone for a moment, perhaps picking up the food and drinks you two ordered at the counter, when he comes back to you uncomfortably but politely rejecting someone’s advances ;;

a flurry of emotions and thoughts hit him all at once: anger, jealousy, annoyance, and most importantly, he has to get that person away from you

he approaches you both with a furrowed brow, asking who the person is and making sure the hand he has secured around your hip is noticeable. his presence alone is intimidating, especially with the scowl that begins to grow on his face for every second the stranger lingers, but eventually, they stumble away with a shaky gasp at luca’s glare, out of sight

he turns to you, frowning and quiet, even as you pull him to a secluded area for him to calm down, he still pouts at you ;; responding with mumbles to your questions

but then, you ask him if he’s jealous. he shrugs, thinking that if this is what he’s feeling, the slight weight on his chest that burns and makes him so upset, then he’ll admit it. “yeah, i am, what about it?”

the instant it clicks that it’s jealousy, luca scolds himself in his head. he knows you love him, and he’s confident in all that is you and him (a part of him can’t believe he doubted what the two of you are in the first place)

he flashes you a cheeky grin and showers you with love, pulling you close with arms encircling your waist, his head snuggling into the junction of your neck and shoulder and pressing sweet, little kisses to your skin .///.

it’s a twist that you could only expect luca to pull on you, giving you copious amounts of affection with a smile on his face even if he was frowning and pouting at you earlier

“i love you, honey,” he snuggles onto you as his arms wrap just a little tighter around you, “i love you, you know that?” he repeats and pulls back to admire your features for a moment before giving you a chaste kiss to the lips with a smile

luca knows you’re his and he reminds you he’s yours as well, pulling you out from the secluded area you took him to to continue your date (he makes sure it goes smoothly this time ^^)

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ike eveland

ike likes to think he’s mature enough to not get jealous, and he defines it more as being (over)protective instead when he feels that way at times

as much as he hates confrontation, the idea of you being bothered by some stranger and being uncomfortable when he could be doing something to help you makes him act

he nearly drops the energy drinks he bought at the store the two of you are at when he hears you yelp

there’s someone who has their hand wound tightly around your wrist, tugging you closer as they whisper something about how you’re too pretty to be alone, and ike feels something burning within him, his hands trembling with anger as he approaches the two of you with fast steps

as he draws nearer, his lips part to speak, “let go of them,” his voice is clipped and borderline snappy, but he adds to the end of his demand to be polite, “please.”

the stranger questions his authority over you, as if you’re something to be owned, asking things such as who was he to say what they could do to you, you didn’t belong to him, and ike swears he’s never been so annoyed in his entire life when his hand comes between the two of you, his fingers prying off the person’s grimy grip on you, careful to not hurt you

“i suggest you leave,” he tries to hard to keep his voice even, but it’s so hard when all he can think of is how this person’s an absolute idiot, and how he’s one too for having you to wait outside when he went into the store

when the stranger gives up and walks away, ike turns back to you, his eyes filled with worry as he traces your features, his hands trembling almost undetectably

he smooths out the creases in your clothes caused by the scuffle and murmurs under his breath, whether it’s to you or himself, “it’s okay, you’re okay, everything’s fine.”

he was so scared, he realizes, of what could’ve happened if he appeared a little too late, or if the stranger had been a lot more stubborn

it worries him to no end, but he takes in a shaky breath and sighs, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters

reassure him please ;; he needs to know that you're fine and that he did enough

no matter what you say though, he'll continue to be wary while the two of you are out, tensing when situations feel dangerous and darting his eyes around the area more often to make sure everything is fine

ike keeps his eye on you too and might worry a little too much (don’t be surprised to see him glancing to the shop’s door every time someone enters to make sure it’s no one suspicious ^^;;) but he means very well and just wants to keep you safe .///.

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shu yamino

shu isn't one for jealousy, and he believes you’re able to take care of yourself without needing him to step in, though it doesn’t stop him for subtly looking out for you either way

he’s always assumed he was pretty dense, but he always seems to notice everything when it comes to you

like the stranger flirting with you right in front of him while the two of you are out on an errand

he’s not entirely shocked, since he usually limits pda since he feels that those things should be kept a little more private, so it’s harder to tell that you and him are dating

but this person is completely ignoring him

whether they knew you and shu were together, they focused only on you, sending flirty remarks as you smile politely, albeit uncomfortably

there’s a weird feeling building in his chest, something that makes him want to snap at the stranger to go away, but he tries to make no mind of it even if his eyes stay locked on the interaction between you and the stranger

he’s usually pretty good at staying out of things like these, knowing you can take care of it yourself, but whatever emotion he’s feelings pushes him to cough and step closer to you, hoping to get the stranger’s attention off you

when they don’t react, he clears his throat a little louder, and finally, the stranger shoots him an annoyed look, but at least he has their attention

he looks to you and leans in with a hand on your lower back to murmur, loud enough for the stranger to hear, “babe, we should keep moving. we only need to get one more thing.”

at the petname, the stranger cringes and immediately departs with a few colorful words and judging stares (something about leading them on ••;;)

you turn to him all confused, asking why he did that for, but he just shrugs and instead tugs you along to continue on with the errand

he slips his hand down to yours, keeping your fingers intertwined for the rest of the time the two of you are out :>>

you can point out that he’s being a little more affectionate than usual, at least in public, but he’ll deny any and all accusations as he subconsciously rubs his thumb back and forth on top of yours as you hold hands ^^

in the end, he’ll probably never tell you his reasoning for getting rid of the stranger, but he’ll admit to himself in the very least that while he’s not a petty person (nijitoxic, fake..), the fact that he had ruined that person’s day made him a lot happier than he should’ve been (nijitoxic, real?!)

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update on discord server !! it’s very much slowly coming together ! i’m not entirely sure what technical things gotta be done to it just yet since it’s a pretty slow process with the only worker being just me (especially because of school ;;) but it’s coming along!! i’ll post an update soon so look out for that if you’re interested in joining ^^!!

[shus-armpit]

— ( PEGGING VOX AKUMA ! )

wc: ~850

"Oh? Quite bold for someone who cannot even leave my side. You think you're the shit, don't you?" Vox smiles as he puts down the groceries. You only scoff, at him and shove past him in your shared apartment to put the perishables in the fridge and freezer.

You sigh, is he just self projecting or what? "You're lucky I love you, Vox. Or I would've killed you a long time ago." you mutter. It's whatever though, even if he's projecting onto you, it's not like you as well can bring yourself to leave. Plus, you don’t think you’re the shit, you are the shit. You're wayyy hotter than that.

"Kill me? Oh, and how would you even do that, hm?" he chuckles, pulling towards him as he breathes in your ear. Annoyed, you clutch his cheeks with one hand and force him down as you face him.

“I’ll rearrange every inside of yours you have.”

“Try me.”

And try him you did. Not only did that give you the green card to go, it gave you the red strings he wore under to make him stop fucking moving. all wrapped like a pretty present stood vox akuma, with a little bow from the knot between the bed’s headrest.

his breathing becomes shallow, as you trace the rim of his asshole. he’s obviously nervous, he’s gone quiet and looks at where you wanted to go and shove a fat fucking dildo in him.

“nervous, sweetheart?” you smile.

“you wish.”

he suddenly gasps, your finger straight in, but you pulled it out just as fast. you smile wider, as he only glares at you with a flushed face and furrowed eyebrows, recovering from your quick attack earlier.

“oh, don’t look at me like that! you’re breaking my heart.” you pout. then taking out a tube, you coat your fingers with a hefty amount, with a whoops, you open your fingers and let the excess drip on vox’s dick. he inhales a sharp breath. “see? i’m even adding lube!”

“the bare fuckin’ minimum.”

you spread the excess on his dick, as it drips down his balls. you turn him over, and slowly coax in a finger. pushing a little, pulling out a bit, the pushing further. the headrest of the bed thumped against the wall a bit, from the struggling of the anal virgin mary below you.

you nipped at his neck, as he moaned at the intrusion of your middle finger, thrashing his head as you prodded at his insides, sliding across his walls and pushing at his insides, until vox suddenly gasped for air. you mimicked the prior action, as he convulsed again.

“wait.. wait a moment..!” he pleaded, unfamiliar to the pleasure.

“oh? do you like it here?” you prodded again, bringing tears to vox’s eyes, as he cries at the discovery of his g-spot. adding another finger, he seemingly gagged on air as you spread him out and stretched him, scissoring his ass to prepare him.

he convulses as you grin. “aw, is this too much for you?”

“oh, fuck you.” he retorts.

“you’re so mean!” you frown, then added a third finger out of the blue. his body twists, the restraints shaking the bed as his hands measly attempt to grab anything, yet knowing even so that it wasn’t possible.

you quickly move your fingers, letting his hips jerk as you add more stimulation by jacking him off with your other hand, pressing on his prostrate with the tips of your fingers and pressing on his head with the palm of your hand. he quickly came.

you collected his semen on your fingers, opening and closing your fingers as you let it dribble down onto his cock, balls, and ass. lubricating hm with a mixture of cum and a bottle of lube from the nightstand, you slip in the head slowly, and vox screams.

“fuck! that’s big..” he cried, his eyes glassy and about to release tears from how his eyes were about to close.

“you can take it, right? you’re a big boy..” you smirk, and lick the tear falling down his cheek, and push in.

“shit!”

"aw what a virgin.. tell me when to move, voxxy?" tracing around his collarbone as you smile at him as he glared at you from above.

"fuck you.” he snaps.

"sure.” you snap harder.

undoing the strap, you quickly released your control of the dildo and sit on his oozing dick, slipping out and letting the tip slide back and forth on your entrance, before slipping it back in all the way. vox only can shudder at this as his thighs tense in sexual frustration.

you quickly grind against him, curving yourself in all the right places, as his moans became more consistent than when you first started, which was pretty varied and unpredictable. once you get into the rhythm, you reach behind for the strap and start pumping him in time with you.

vox is shaking, everything’s just so hot.. he feels like he’s on fire, it’s all too good all at once.

“i can’t.. i’m sorry i can’t..!”

he cums anyways.

[silkythewriter]

Hmmmm. I see you inbox is empty >:). Can you please do hazbin headcanons for Vox and Alastor seperatly for reader, who usually is on top of shit having a bad no good day.

꧁Vox! And Alastor! With a reader who is having a bad no good day꧂

Summary: Vox and alastor with a Reader who is usually on top of stuff and is have a bad/horrible day!

Small! Warning: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC!

Small note!: I love hazbin hotel request tbh their so fun to write! So this is a treat! Also I’m not sure if you wanted romantic or platonic so I’ll try making neutral so you can decide whatever you want it to be!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion!:

🦌Alastor📻

He saw you slam the hotel doors open before storming in and up to your room

He was so confused and a bit concerned but of course it didn’t show much on his face

He swiftly got up and followed you to make sure you were okay and if something happened

So you can imagine his confusion when he knocked on your door multiple times and then only get angry mumbles as a response

After a while of him pushing your buttons you finally opened the door annoyed and tired after the long day you had

He let himself in before asking what happened

You explained how you were doing a passion project with a friend but they weren’t pulling their weight and everything was up to you and it was all a bit to much ( you can change the reasoning I just wrote this one as a stand in) and If your today wasn’t hard enough your friend just announced that they were going to go on vacation so that meant you had to do everything solo but even harder

Alastor would only stay silent letting you vent about your day as he agreed to some stuff here and there

He would probably try helping as much as he could or putting his thoughts on the issue

He would offer to cook some jambalaya for you! Of course if your up for food!

He would tell cringy but funny jokes that would at least make you have a small smile or a small chuckle/giggle

You guys can listen to some radio! He’d put on his favorite channel/broad cast it can be an old time-y song to some funny comedic broadcast! Anything really!

Depending if your a friend or a S/O he would hug you or cuddle you if you asked but again it depends on your guy’s relationship

He would do really anything to make you feel better so you guys can go on a killing rampage to relive stress or you guys can walk around in the streets of hell if you want! If not you guys can just stay at the hotel and relax

In the time being of hanging out he won’t let anyone around you unless their just gonna say hi if not and they are just going to ask something if you he would force politely ask them to leave you alone for the time being

You guys can chat to each other or you can just rant to him about any topic you want! His all ears and even though he talks quite a bit he would be respectful and stay silent until your done!

Overall I feel like he would actually be proud good a cheering you up! And doing fun but small activities!

🖥Vox📱

He was chilling on the couch with velvet as she showed him some random memes that popped onto her fyp Then he felt the couch dip a bit as you sat down he looked over to you and saw you rubbing your forehead He quickly realized you were stressed, but He just shrugged looking back down at velvets phone

It’s only when you start mumbling to yourself and typing on your phone screen in angry does he really start raising an eye brow

He’s a bit to awkward to ask but after a while he finally just tap on your shoulder asking if your doing okay

That’s when you start explaining how a big project that you split with your co-workers only for them to not do their part and shoving all the work on you and how the due date was only a few days from now

I feel like he knows the feeling sometimes so he can relate to your problem and give some pointers of how he makes Ask velvet and Valentino to pull their weight in some projects especially if their taking over a Territory of some kind 

He’d offer to watch some memes with him and velvet or watch a new TV show on hellflix if you want!

He probably wouldn’t stick his nose in your business but if you wanna vent to him more or just rant about something he’d go along with it but he’d probably speak his mind ALOT so keep that in mind if you don’t like his answers he’s not the best at this

This is my personal HC but eh probably plays video games with velvet ( ON VERY RARE OCCASIONS maybe Valentino cause Valentino probably barely plays video games) so you could hang out with him and play some random games! He’d might even let you win though key word is might

Like alastor I feel like he wouldn’t mind what you guess did at least if it gets you outta the dumps!

Overall I feel like he wouldn’t prey on your business unless you start talking first, his more on the chill side I feel like!

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

May I request Val, Vox, and Alastor with an s/o who is insecure about their poofy and curly hair? Like they usually have it up or flat ironed without them knowing until one day they catch their s/o one morning with their naturally extremely curly hair and their s/o gets embarrassed and maybe upset?? Srry, I'm self projecting a little rn

With S/O who is insecure about there Curly hair

Valentino

Valentino was used to being with a high maintenance partner.

So when you spent a full hour in the bathroom nearly every morning, he didn't blink an eye.

Although he was upset you wouldn't let him fuck you in the shower. Or even shower with you.

It would be one morning after a particularly hearty party the night before, when Valentino awoke particularly early.

Getting up, he didn't really think about it as he walked into the bathroom. Rubbing his face, he opened the door, looking up to find you as you had just began straightening your hair.

He saw your mess of curly hair unabashed, the two of you staring at each other for several seconds before you freaked out, quickly shoving the demon out of the bathroom.

Valentino just sat on your bed. It was a nice bed, he'd gotten it when you'd moved in with him.

It was a good while later when you came out, hair once again straight, as he thought was your natural kind. The two of you just stood there for several moments before he asked, 'why did you do it?'

You didn't look at him, still pouting at the fact hed just barged in and seen you in the first place.

But after a few moments, you explained that you hated your hair. It was ugly and big, it made you ugly and you hated it.

You just stood there for a few moments before he reached out, bringing you into his lap.

Taking your hand in his, he planted a kiss on your hand before telling you he thought you were beautiful.

You snapped at him, telling it was his job to say shit like that, you ranting about how he was gonna say all the usual shit.

That was before Valentino grabbed you, giving you a rather intense kiss.

Pulling back, Valentino told you bluntly that you were the best thing that ever happened to him, and he loved you. Body, mind and curly hair.

After that you just nuzzled into his giant form, the demon plating with your hair.

After a while, Valentino asked if maybe, tomorrow, you could leave your hair curly. Just for tomorrow.

You didn't say anything, but the next day, staring in the mirror, you really thought it over. Taking a deep breath you, dried your hair before walking out.

Valentino instantly perked up, staring at you for several moments before you flushed, turning and trying to rush back to the bathroom.

But before you could, Valentino grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap as he held you close, telling you just how much he loved it.

You sat there for a while, Valentino playing with your hair as he held you close, giving you the occasional kiss or telling you how much he loved you and your new hair.

It took a long time, Valentino having to show you lots of love and attention before you really started wearing your hair all-natural.

Valentino loved it of course. He absolutely adored your curly hair, the demon almost constantly playing with it.

And I mean constantly.

He'd be in the middle of an extremely important meeting, and he'd have you on his lap, fingers playing with your hair as you curled up on his lap.

PLUS: now he could have shower sex. So that's nice.

Vox

Feelings were not Vox's strong suit.

So it was no surprise you didn't tell him about your hair.

The demon never making much of a fuss as he was always the first in the bathroom. He was a perfectionist and demanded he look perfect.

So he also didn't think anything of you demanding a lock on the bathroom. Often using it.

Of course, it would be the one morning you forgot to lock the door that Vox would walk in.

You just stand there, staring at each other.

Youd hide your face, unwilling to look at him.

Vox would move forwards, sitting besides you as you both just sat there, you still having your hands on your face.

When Vox asked why you'd hidden it.

With your face in your hands, you told him you didn't like your hair. It was all big and poofy and made you feel like an idiot when you had it out.

Again. Vox was not good with feelings.

So he did the only thing he could think to and just held you close, placing a little kiss on your head, telling you simply he rather liked the hair. And while you didn't need to, he'd like to see you with your natural hair some time.

It took a few days before you let him see you like that. The TV headed demon caught off guard, unable to take his eyes off of you.

But just as you went to turn and leave he snapped into action, rushing over and telling you how much he loved the hair. Honestly telling you how much he loved the natural you.

He wouldn't be the best at handling it.

Likely putting you on display, trying to build up your confidence, his attempts having a 50/50 chance of succeeding and helping your self confidence and positivity, or failing horribly and destroying your confidence.

Either way, he would make sure you and everyone else, loved your natural hair as much as he did.

Alastor

Alastor was always very affectionate in your relationship.

Not in a sensual or lustful way, but in a deeply loving, intimate kind of way.

He had quickly noticed your timidness when it came to your hair. You almost always wearing a beanie, or a hat, or something that hid your hair.

Even when you slept. Which he had thought was unusual. But hey, he's just a cannibal, deer overlord.

He didn't make a fuss over it.

It was clear you were doing it for a reason and he certainly wasn't going to force you to open up. He wanted to earn your trust naturally.

But one morning, as you were curled up together, the day demanded you get up.

So you did.

And that's when you realised your beanie wasn't on, Alastor looking over to find your rather poofy head of curly hair.

You froze, unable to move as Alastor stared at you. This being the first time he'd ever really seen your hair.

You became emotional. Lip quivering as you tried to hide in the palms of your hands.

Alastor sat on the bed besides you, the Radio Demon wearing a sad little smile as he pulled you onto his lap.

It took a while, but you had a little back and forth, Alastor managing to get you to tell him what was wrong.

He was telling you he absolutely loved the hair. He loved you, no matter what you thought of your hair, he loved it and he loved you.

You sit there for a while, the two of you having some more back and forth, the demon forced to explain why he loved it, even when you poked holes and said you hated it.

Alastor was so diligent in showing how much he loved the all-natural you, you couldn't dispute it, accepting that he really loved you. Curly hair and all.

He would shower you with love and affection, making sure to appreciate your hair without bringing to much attention to it.

And it would take a long time, but you'd develope enough confidence to wear your hair natural, the demon utterly infatuated with your natural beauty. Making sure you knew, he loved every inch of you, curls and all.

Hey Hey. Hope you enjoyed the work, really wanted to make it nice and sappy. I hope it got nice in the feels. Tried to add a read more, but couldn't. Bye Bye.