#vee’s notebook

[melon-mastermind]

This is totally random, but as much as it makes me laugh when I remember that both Dan Heng and March 7th tried to do CPR on Trailblazer with them sat against the wall, it would be really cool if they actually learned how to do CPR at some point in the story. It'd show how much they've grown and how much they do want to help if something goes wrong.

[clownimal]

Inktober Day 7: Restless

[skerozz]

AYYY🔥🔥🔥

I love Poppy doppy n Vee the tv smX33

Also did lil redesign for Looey😛

[3ggling]

Luz and Amity roleswap AU - human Amity runs away to the demon realm, Vee takes her place, human Edric and Emira break her out

[cornix-the-void-crow]

In RHD au, sometimes Angel makes photos where Alastor is present (he is quite friendly with Husk and Husk hangs out a lot with Al, so some time before Angel moved to Hotel those three sometimes hang out all together). And because Angel usually uses digital camera, they just started to obscure Alastor's face with random objects

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Do you have any self aware Rodger as yet? Plz ? 🥺

I did have a piece that Tumblr deleted by accident, but I can definitely make a new one!

Also, just a quick note: To ANYONE who wants to make fanart or fanpieces based off the things I make, DO IT. DO IT AND SEND ME WHATEVER YOU MAKE!

I WANNA SEE THE ART AND THINGS YOU MAKE!! ESPECIALLY IF I INSPIRED YOU!

PLEASE I BEG OF YOU ALL!!!

Detective's Work

Yandere!Self-Aware!Rodger x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, swearing

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Rodger was interested in you.

A player they can hear? My, how interesting!

Did that mean he liked you? No.

You were not necessarily someone he veiwed himself as liking. You were just... too excited, strangely loving, and...

Rash. Far too rash.

You blurted out whatever came to mind, endlessly spoke to those you played with in the chat, would ignore Twisteds charging at you in order to grab items.

He was interested in you, yes, but he wasn't like Goob.

He didn't like you immediately.

He actually believed you could be a danger. Perhaps you'd be cruel and only put upon a façade of gentleness. Perhaps this was you in an especially good mood.

He didn't think he would ever 'like you', per say. He would look into you, view you with hesitation and skepticism, but not like.

He swore to himself he'd never truely liked you.

He didn't realize he was lying to himself.

--☆☆☆--

He didn't like that you swore.

It didn't happen constantly, but occasionally, a cuss would fly from your mouth in fits of frustration. Especially when a Twisted came out of seemingly nowhere for you and damaged you.

Once you did that to Toodles.

For a moment, he hated you.

Then, almost instantly, you talked about how you couldn't swear to a child and immediately apologized.

Rodger liked that you took ownership of your actions and apologized when you realized you did wrong.

He started to believe perhaps you were no threat.

Perhaps you were someone he could like, if even slightly.

He kept his eye closely trained on you, which he found much easier when you played him far more than any other Toon.

You adored research as much as he did and would run around collecting it, thrilled to get more research for Toons.

He didn't admit that he liked how much you played him.

--☆☆☆--

He was the first to tweak the game.

He was the first Toon to realize they were in a game and to find the code, so is it hard to figure he was the first to learn how to tweak the game?

It was simple anyways, something no one would notice.

He made it exponentially more likely for Main Twisteds to spawn when you played him, or for Twisteds who research you wanted.

It was simple work, something barely anyone noticed.

In fact, when someone did notice, they weren't even angry, just happy to see you more.

He even went as far as forcing a Twisted Dandy to spawn when you desperately wanted to fufill the Astro requirement.

Dandy was pissed, but Rodger didn't care much.

It was simple detectives work, after all.

Anyways, Toodles really liked you. She thought you were really cool and really wanted to meet your cat.

He told himself him warming up to you was only because Toodles liked you.

He was lying to himself.

--☆☆☆--

Rodger was filling notebooks with information he gathered about you.

He's filled twelve to the brim with tiny words, and drained a number of pens.

All to contain information about you, every single piece of information unique or expanding upon pieces of information he already gathered.

He's constantly writing more based off all the information he's been able to gather about you from what you said to them or people around you when you were playing.

A while ago, Rodger learnt of Vee seeming to know significantly more about you than he did.

She didn't crack when he kept trying to interview her and learn what she knew of you that he didn't.

It frustrated him, but he didn't dare share this with everyone.

He just resumed gathering whatever information about you he could.

Then he found the microphone.

--☆☆☆--

Scraps had to stop lending Rodger pens with the amount of them he drained empty.

He wasn't too fazed. He just used your note app and transferred all his notes about you to there and hid it from you.

Rodger had stopped lying to himself about liking you at this point.

No, he loved you. Loved you to the point of obsession.

He knew it was wrong. That he was setting a bad example for Toodles. He didn't care.

To their creators and their gods, he fucking LOVED you.

Wow, now you even had him swearing when Toodles wasn't around.

To him, you were the other parent Toodles needed in her life. Supportive, gentle, and able to be much more excited and playful than he could.

He didn't even need to think long over if you'd like to play with Toodles or not.

You were not the perfect person for children, and several times you had stated you didn't want children.

But he knew he could change your mind.

Oh, even with all he knew of you, he desperately wanted to sit you down and interview you for hours. Desperately wanted to learn how you ticked, to see your little quirks face to face.

He wanted to tie you up and never let you free.

He wanted to resent you for this obsession. For you making him obsessed.

But he knew better. He knew you never meant to do this to him, you never meant for anyone to be obsessed with you.

He couldn't resent you.

He never could.

He wasn't even frustrated he never learnt why it was you they heard, and only you.

No, he was pleased.

You frustrated him occasionally, yes.

But god, he wanted to do so many things to you.

He could now admit to himself he adored you utterly and completely.

It was merely an effect of his detectives' work, after all. And he couldn't be more pleased by the mystery of you being solved.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various Toons x fem!reader who constantly forgets things, suffering from mild amnesia or a cognitive disorder 🥹

Various toons x fem!reader who struggles with memory

Working on requests before I get to work on other stuff wooo yeah

Characters: brightney, vee, sprout

Notes: short post, gn reader, toon reader, written on mobile, unspecified reason for readers struggles

CWs: anxiety related to memory loss/being jumbled in sprouts part

BRIGHTNEY

She really feels for you... and she's going to do some reading up to find some ways to help you. One of the first things she proposes is journaling

It's not perfect but at least if you write something down you can come back to it later-- she keeps a log herself as a backup to help keep things consistent

She maintains routines with you, and if you struggle she's not going to make you feel bad for it... gentle visual cues to help you get back into routine

VEE

Very similar to Brightney in regards to taking it a log- but instead of writing it down in a notebook somewhere, she has it written inside her in a document. Just say the word and she'll pull it up for you

Sometimes she can come off as unfeeling but genuinely she has sympathy for you. She's just not the best with expressing that sometimes...

She will NOT tolerate anyone giving you flack for struggling

SPROUT

Always always checking in on you when he can to make sure you're doing alright. He knows he'd (hopefully) never relate, but he can see how forgetting things or getting confused leaves you with... bad days... he walks you through it all and offers words of comfort- or if you'd prefer, a distraction... just know he's going to bring it up later when you're in a better space

He approaches his fellow toons for ideas on how to help you- reassuring words can only do so much and he feels awful just standing there

He's always nearby, he doesn't like being away for long- and some visitors or even other toons can be... less than understanding..

[vettelsvee]

OK SO teacher!seb and teacher!reader where the kids ask them if they are dating everytime they interact (which they arent), then one day seb takes the opportunity and actually asks her out on a date :)

ofc do your magic🙂‍↕️ this is just a basic idea !!

MR. VETTEL WANTED TO ASK YOU ON A DATE! | Sebastian Vettel

⋆ PAIRING: Primary School Teacher!Sebastian Vettel x Primary School Teacher!Reader ↳ Teacher AU ⋆ Part of CLASSROOM GOSSIPS ⋆ SUMMARY: You had a parent-teacher meeting and you end up overthinking if you're good enough to be a teacher. Lucky you, Seb is there to help you calming down ↳ REQUESTED: Yes! Hope you like it 💖 ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2640 ⋆ WARNING: None of it! Shy and insecure Seb maybe... ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: Second fic of the Seb birthday event! Hope you like it and, if so, reblogs and comments are truly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

The bell sounding was the signal to let your students go to the playground. Quickly, and before going with the, you decided to tidy a little bit your classroom, which was quite a mess.

The end of the school year was approaching, and the students’ chaos and the general disorder were proof of that. You decided to hurry so the children wouldn’t miss your presence for too long. With your coffee in hand, and taking tiny sips of it, you began making small piles to organize the animal drawings they had been working on throughout the week and the rather poorly written essays about their upcoming “sumer vacashin.”

You were so absorbed in your task that you didn’t even hear the stampede of little shoes in the hallway, as well as you didn’t notice the three pairs of eyes silently peeking through the classroom door.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

You looked up and saw three second-grade students, one year younger than your class. You recognized them immediately: Max, with his arms covered in markers; Amelia, her face full of glitter; and Oliver, who always asked too many questions about everything.

And, of course, the three of them were in Sebastian’s class.

“Well, what a nice surprise to see you, kids,” you smiled, placing a shark drawing on its corresponding pile with the rest of the artwork, and walked over to them. “Aren’t you supposed to be outside with Mr. Vettel? Did something happen?”

Amelia stepped forward confidently, hands behind her back, rocking on her heels as if trying to seem casual.

That already told you they were there for a specific reason.

“It’s just… we have a question for you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“It’s suuuuper important,” Max added.

“We even took notes about it!” Oliver said, showing you a notebook full of illegible scribbles.

You nodded as if you understood what they meant while your confusion only grew more with that.

Amelia looked around the classroom, curious, as if checking to make sure no one else was around you. Then, she stepped closer and made you kneel down to whisper something in your ear:

“Are you dating Mr. Vettel? Because Mr. Vettel wanted to ask you on a date!”

“What?”

“She means… do you like him? Like, really like him?” Max clarified.

If the girl’s question had left you speechless, Max’s clarification rendered you even more so.

“But we don’t mean just kind of like him… we mean really really like him!” Max continued. “We know the difference.”

“Yes, I can see that…”

You carefully placed your coffee cup on the desk. Then, you leaned against it and crossed your arms, giving the children all your attention.

“And what exactly makes you think that?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Oliver flipped through his notebook and focused on the scribbles. His friends did the same, giggling as if this were the most exciting thing in the world.

“You smiled at him in the hallway on Tuesday while we were going to class in the morning,” he read seriously.

“And with your teeth!” added Amelia. “Miss Y/L/N, you don’t smile at anyone with your teeth unless you really like them!”

“Also, Mr. Vettel lent you his suuuuper cool blue whiteboard marker. And he never lends it to anyone,” Max explained, waving his arms excitedly. “Seriously, Miss Y/L/N, that marker is super cool and Mr. Vettel doesn’t lend it to anyone. Sometimes he doesn’t even use it himself because he says it’s so awesome and he only wants to use it on special occasions!”

“So, the cool blue one, huh?” you stifled a laugh.

“There’s another clue!” Oliver interrupted before you could respond. “The other day, when he was reading us poems about the weather, Mr. Vettel said, and I quote,” he made air quotes with his fingers, “‘if I had a girlfriend, I’d convince her us to stay home cuddled under a blanket while drinking hot chocolate and eating gummies.’”

“And what does that have to do with me?” you asked, amused, knowing these kids were imaginative enough to come up with anything to make their fantasies feel real. “That could mean anything, kids.”

“But he meant you!” Max suddenly exclaimed.

You laughed again.

“I see you’ve done some very thorough investigating.”

“So… are you dating Mr. Vettel or not?” Amelia insisted, getting even closer to you.

You paused, thinking about what to say. You searched for the right words, ones that couldn’t be twisted into further fantasy.

“Let’s just say… we’re good friends,” you finally replied.

“That means you are boyfriend and girlfriend!” Oliver shouted, scribbling more into his notebook.

“All right, that’s enough, kids!” you laughed, standing upright and walking toward them. “No more investigations for today. Let’s go outside. Mr. Vettel is probably wondering where you are.”

“Can we go to your wedding, Miss Y/L/N?” Amelia asked cheerfully as you walked together.

“There’s no wedding coming! Now go on, go play!” you said, laughing as they ran off.

However, just before disappearing around the corner that led to the lower primary playground, Max turned back with a mischievous grin:

“Tell Mr. Vettel we’ve been with Miss Vettel and that we say hi to him!”

You shook your head, still amused by how surreal the situation felt.

When you stepped into the playground, it was already full. The noisy laughter of the children, their games, and loud chatter made you smile.

You spotted Sebastian leaning against a wall, holding a soccer ball in one hand, the other tucked into his pocket.

You made brief eye contact with him. Maybe the kids were partly right: just the sight of him smiling back and waving made butterflies flutter in your stomach and curved your lips into a shy, silly smile, making you feel more like a teenager than a teacher.

You decided not to overthink it. After all, you were just coworkers, and it was impossible for it to be anything more than a few coffees or lunches shared during evaluation meetings.

And above all, they were… kids. If they still believed in Santa Claus, they had every right to believe that Seb and you were together, even if it was… just a fantasy.

Sebastian, meanwhile, was stealing glances at you while listening to the trio who had just visited you, now strategically standing far too close to him:

“I really think we’re close to discovering the truth!” Amelia said, bouncing with excitement. “I saw him smile at her this morning and it was with teeth! Just like hers!”

“Yes,” Max agreed. “And I also heard him humming when we passed Miss Y/L/N’s classroom. People in love hum. My daddy does it when my mommy is around.”

“I’ve got everything written down here!” Oliver added, drawing more scribbles next to the ones he already had in his notebook. “Every time they talk, when they smile at each other, when they give gifts to the other…”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what the kids were talking about, but… gifts? As far as he remembered, he hadn’t given you anything yet, out of sheer embarrassment… or, at least, not the ones he wanted to give you. Because yeah, he had many details with you… but that was it.

“Do you remember that time Miss Y/L/N made hot chocolate with whipped cream for Mr. Vettel during the Christmas party?!” Amelia shouted.

“And she also gave him a little bag of M&Ms! The ones he really likes!” Max added.

Sebastian had to cover his mouth to stop himself from bursting out laughing on the spot. For now, he didn’t want to ruin their “mission,” if only to hear what these kids had to say about the two of you so adorably, and with far too much detail for their age.

However, what he couldn’t hide was the big smile slowly spreading across his face. The kind of smile that only grows wider the more you hear something you like.

Because the truth was that they weren’t wrong at all. Sebastian, contrary to what you thought, knew those kids could see beyond simple gestures, because they were absolutely right.

Recess came and went pretty fast, so did school time. That afternoon, you decided to stay a bit longer at school to start working on evaluations and to clean up the chaos your classroom had become over the course of the year.

You tried to organize your thoughts. While pretending to review hours of exercises without much enthusiasm, what you were really doing was replaying everything Seb’s students had said to you that morning, all while reorganizing your desk as a distraction. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore: you were daydreaming about the smile Sebastian had given you during the break. And the ones he carefully sent your way during staff meetings. And how he always left you post-its with kind messages at the beginning and end of the day. And how all of those little details, however small, had started to get to you.

You hated how Sebastian treated you. Specifically, you hated not knowing the real reason why he acted the way he did with you and, even more if possible, you hated not being able to do anything about it other than return those sweet gestures.

A soft knock at your classroom door pulled you from your spiral of thoughts.

You looked up and there he was, as if you had summoned him.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, muscles tense and, truthfully, very attention-grabbing, was Sebastian. That familiar smile you liked so much rested on his face.

"Hey," he said quietly as he stepped inside the classroom.

You blinked in surprise at his unexpected visit. You hadn’t been expecting him and, maybe, that was why your cheeks were burning bright red.

"Is something wrong? Do you need to steal another worksheet from me?" you asked, half-jokingly, trying to keep it light.

"Not this time… though I wouldn’t say no since you offered."

"Then… what brings you to my classroom today?"

Sebastian hesitated when you asked him that. He sighed and reminded himself that, for now, the worst-case scenario was a “no.” But for you, just to take a step forward in whatever was growing between you two, it was worth the risk.

"I heard a rumor," he finally said, with determination.

You crossed your arms and leaned back on your desk, already knowing what he was referring to.

"Oh, really?"

"Apparently… I’ve heard that my golden trio snuck away from me this morning not long after recess started."

So yes, you were right. He was talking about that.

You groaned softly, burying your face in your hands, clearly embarrassed.

"So Amelia, Max and Oliver…"

"Yeah. The version I have of Harry, Ron and Hermione in my class," Seb chuckled softly.

"I was just tidying up a few things, and suddenly they showed up here…" you began explaining. "Then they started asking me way too many questions about my personal life and, well… maybe they’ve gotten some ideas about something that hasn’t happened and probably won’t. You know… kids," you added.

"They’ve been collecting evidence for weeks and, also, they’ve been telling me all about it," Sebastian confessed, just as embarrassed as you were, nervously rubbing his neck. "Apparently, and no matter how many times I denied it, they believe we got married in secret at the library, and now I have to ask you on dates because you’re my wife."

He laughed nervously at his own revelation. You couldn’t think of anything more adorable even though, truthfully, you felt exactly the same way as he did.

"Well, I just hope you told them that Mrs. Weber didn’t scold us for making noise. We have to set a good example for the kids, you know," you said, smiling more now.

The two of you fell quiet for a few moments, simply looking at each other. The silence, interrupted only by your almost synchronized breathing, didn’t bother you at all.

Seb began looking at you more intently, his expression turning soft and calm. Yet he seemed thoughtful, like he was trying to build up the courage to say something...

"You know, the kids aren’t… completely wrong," he finally said.

You tried to stay composed, silently repeating to yourself not to get your hopes up about whatever he was about to say.

"What do you mean?" you asked, nervously, but keeping a calm tone.

Seb let out his breath slowly. It made you realize that, just like you, he’d probably been mentally rehearsing how to say something for a while. The only difference was, he had finally found the courage to actually say it. Or maybe he had simply given himself permission to try.

"Well… I do like you. And I have for a while now," he admitted softly but firmly. "The thing is… I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you. And also to make sure you were comfortable with me, and that I wouldn’t make things awkward… but yeah, the kids kind of beat me to it before I could tell you."

You could feel your heart racing more and more with every word he spoke. As he explained why he’d been doing all those little things for you, the reason he’d been so kind, why he hadn’t confessed anything sooner, it all began to make sense somehow. He genuinely liked you and didn’t want to ruin the good relationship you already had.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. And you couldn’t stop thinking that… maybe there was real hope in all of this.

"Are you serious?"

Seb nodded, stepping a little closer to you. Gently, and with a silent look asking for permission, he took your hand.

"I was going to ask you out next week. I had it all planned for when the school year ended and we had a bit more free time. I was going to do it, you know… subtly. But apparently, a few seven-year-olds had other plans."

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he didn’t hold back from joining in.

"I think they do have a lot of plans for us. I bet if they were here right now, they’d be making plans for us this summer too."

Seb didn’t answer. You focused on him again: on the sweetness in his eyes, the calm and ease that radiated from him, and especially the way he looked at you… like he had already decided you were going to be one of his favorite people in the world.

That was the moment you realized you needed to calm down and, most importantly, give yourself the chance you deserved to be happy with someone who, without a doubt, had made your school days much, much more enjoyable… and happier.

Even more than your students.

"Then…"

"I’d love to," you interrupted, your voice a little shaky. "If you want, I can finish up here and… just if you want, really... we can go grab a coffee… Just us."

"That sounds perfect," he smiled, giving you a small hug before quickly pulling back, realizing maybe it was a bit too much and instantly second-guessing himself. "A coffee, lots of your favorite cake and no tiny spies trying to set us up."

You nodded, laughing again, one of those warm, full laughs that gave Sebastian life.

"But you have to promise me one thing: if any member of your golden trio keeps up their spying methods for the rest of the school year, or even during the next one, you’re the one who has to break the news to them.""Deal," he said. "Although I have a feeling there’s a high chance them figuring out on their own this summer… because, if you let me, I plan on taking you out on a lot of dates, Miss Y/L/N."

© VETTELSVEE (2025). Please, do not steal, copy, translate and share my works in other platforms. Thanks for reading!

[pathosketches]

Do you think it's harder for Vessel to communicate? Obviously no mouth- but I mean even with sign language facial expressions are a BIG part of that communication style.

Vee's Expressions [UTDR VHS]

Okay so,

I do think it is obviously harder for Vee to communicate without a face, like you said, even with ASL expressions are an important part of communication-!

That being said:

I think Vee themself doesn't express many emotions because as a vessel they don't HAVE as many emotions(?) The scene where they ripped limbs and body parts from other vessels to fix up their own shows that :]

Compared to Sprite, who's also faceless but still finds ways of showing their emotions and expressing themself even without their notebook or ASL!

Vee Is a very hard-to-read person, even if they had a face they'd usually look stoic or neutral. You'd usually have a better chance of picking up on their mood from their physical tells like scratching their head when confused or barely moving if at all when sad

Ideas:

I liked the idea of Vee's highlights changing slightly depending on their mood! I'm not sure if it'd be just noticed by the viewer or by people who've been around Vee for a long time tho-

2. With their gift of determination, Vee *can* conjure a very crooked mouth or even "eyes" (even though they can smell, hear, and see just fine and don't need to eat) that resemble a certain someone ;]

I feel like they'd do that whenever they maybe want to eat something in a more ''human'' way or have been pushed emotionally too far

Then again- these are just some silly ideas that I got :3 They may change and I'd honestly love to hear other ideas/thoughts on this!!

[simphornies]

Yeah im down on my knees for a part two of that teasing reader x vox, your writing gave me brainrot and its the only thing that's gonna be on my mind all night

A/N: Happy Valentine's lovely readers. Short because my brain was going insane with the imagery

Word Count: 1.3k (1,328) Content: suggestive content, eating out, mirror sex, implied creampie(s) idk I think that should be it

Tease [ Vox x Reader ] part 2 NSFW

MINORS DNI

Ever since pushing Vox to the edge with your teasing and earning a long night of fun with him. You two decided to become an official couple. Even as a couple, you found him constantly glitching whenever you messed with him. Everyday was no different besides the fact that at night, you two share the bed together. And depending on how much teasing you’ve done, you two could keep going all night.

Today was different. Vox had this urge to take you before the night came. You took quick notice of him not glitching as much at your attempts and instead tried to catch you in his arms. You decided to have a little fun with it this time.

Vox sat in his security room, paying close attention to how his new release is doing with revenue. You made your way down to him and cheerfully hugged him from behind. “Hey, Vox~” You purred.

“I was wondering how long it’d take for you to come in here.” He smiles, immediately trying to pull you onto his lap.

You dodged his hand and waved a finger in his face. “Ah ah. I want to play a game.” You smile at him mischievously, “I promise it’ll be worth your time!”

He leans back, pouting at your rejection of getting pulled on his lap. He crossed his arms, “And what is this game?” He asks.

“For the rest of the day, until night time, you aren’t allowed to touch me one bit.” You giggled at his appalled reaction, “But! I’m allowed to touch you. You just have to hold back no matter what.”

“That’s unfair!” He protested, “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you, babe? You’re irresistible!”

“It’ll be worth it, trust me~” You grin. “It starts now!” You exclaim before inching closer to him. His hands were kept at his side as you rubbed his chest with a seductive look in your eye. Your hands trail down further and further and just before you touch his erection, you pull away. “See you later, Vox~”

“Wh—Y/N! That was such a tease!” He yelled, getting a laugh in response from you.

The rest of the day was torture for him. You did things on purpose to rile him up. In one instance, you dropped the stack of notebooks you were holding and you bent down in front of him, giving him a peek of the underwear you were wearing from underneath your skirt. You pretended to stumble back and grinded on the tent in his pants before quickly collecting everything you had dropped to file them away.

His eye twitched, systems glitched and his breath was uneven. He wanted to touch you so bad and he felt unable to hold back. He watched as you worked, humming a song while you put away files. He sighs and distracts himself on his phone.

After a long day of working and bothering Vox, he was more than ready to hold you again. He was practically counting down the minutes until night time.

You opened the door to his office, on the phone with one of the Vees. His eyes darted to you, watching you intently. You were distracted and didn’t realize how intense his gaze was on you.

20 seconds until sundown.

Your pace was unbearably slow, taking your time almost. “Velvette, I told you I’m already doing the show tomorrow! Wh—Yes. I’m going for the next one too.” You explained, groaning at her persistence. She hung up and left you in the group call with Valentino. 

10 seconds until sundown.

You leaned up against the side of Vox’s table, facing away from desperately trying to get Valentino off the call now. “I’m not filming a porno, Val. No…You’re gonna have to ask Vox about that—Wh–NO. Valentino. Goodbye.”

5.

You groaned and hung up on him. You gathered yourself and turned to look at Vox. “Hey Voxy~”

4.

Your initial smile turned into a confusion as soon as you saw a countdown on the side of his screen.

3.

“Vox, what’s that?” You bent down and leaned towards him, squinting at it.

2.

His hands remained on the chair and he was quiet as ever. You tapped his screen lightly.

1.

His hands flew up and grabbed you. Picking you up and putting you on his couch. His door locked at his command. He didn’t hesitate to touch every part of your body.

“V-Vox!” You breathed out, his wandering hands touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to. You squirmed, almost trying to get away from him to catch your breath.

He let out a low growl, pinning you in place. “I’ve been waiting all day, baby.” His hands wandered to the inside of your thighs but didn’t go any further up. He glanced at you with pleading eyes, almost begging for consent.

The sight of a strong overlord like him begging made you giggle, “Go ahead, Vox. You did the game.” You winked at him, “Go all out.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He practically ripped your underwear off as he stuck his tongue inside of you making you throw your head back. He didn’t slow down when you grabbed the edges of his screen while you rode his tongue. He pulled away as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him.

He stripped himself quickly, practically ripping his pants off. He flipped you on your stomach, lining himself up at your entrance. He slipped inside of you with one swift movement, your arousal making it a smooth entrance. Your breath hitched when you felt him fill you up. You didn’t hesitate to move your hips to get him going, desperate for more. His hands dug into your hips, his claws poking your skin. He fucked you into the couch with hunger, not giving you a moment to breathe. You were such a moaning mess under him you hoped his office was soundproof. Your nails dug into the fabric of his couch. You felt a knot getting tighter and tighter inside of you. “Vox-” You gasped out.

His hand grabbed your face, making you look into the mirror on the wall he had parallel to the couch. “I want to watch your pretty face when you cum on me.” He grinned with pride. His lust filled eyes pushed you to the edge, the growl in his voice ultimately snapped that knot you’ve been feeling. Your body convulsed in pleasure. You felt yourself melt into his hold, unable to keep yourself up.

He turned your head so you could face him, “You’re going to have to hold up all night, baby.” You smiled and looked back at him with a challenging look, “Get your fill in, Vox.”

Your words unlocked a stronger sense of pride within him, you felt him twitch inside of you. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

The night was long and he definitely got his fill. You lost count of how many times you came on him but Vox counted and recorded each one. All you remember is his face as soon as he finally reached his limit, almost short-circuiting inside of you. He fell on the little space you had next to you. Before you and him could pass out to sleep, he had pulled you on his chest placing his coat over you two. You fell asleep to the feeling of him playing with your hair, too tired to say anything.

.

Vox woke up from a call and he answered it without looking.

“Vox. I’m glad you found your true fucking love but can you take your shit somewhere soundproof next time?” Velvette screamed into the phone before hanging up.

He looked down at your sleeping body, nestled up on his chest and the memories of last night hit him like a truck.

His phone rang again, this time Valentino called. “Will you both please consider that porno?”

[melon-mastermind]

It's honestly a missed opportunity if they don't make Trailblazer distance themself from everyone for a little bit—while still helping out, of course.

Even if Aventurine was putting on an act, he still pointed out to everyone that Trailblazer's very existence is a threat, and even if they already knew this, things tend to hold more weight when spoken aloud.

Let Trailblazer fear themself. Please. It would be so good.

The fact that Trailblazer loves the Astral Express Crew so much that they can't help but get close to them is so important to their character and the game can show that again. Even if they don't distance themself physically, it would be so interesting to see “colder” responses slowly become the chaotic ones we're so used to again.

[luvseraphh]

could you do bakugo, kirishima, todoroki and or midoriya x reader with a physical disability? i have one and i’m just curious about your idea of how they would deal with that. i have to use fore-arm crutches and a wheelchair for long distance/if i would have to be on my feet. i don’t see many or any at all of a physically disabled reader lol.

thank youuu 🫶🫶

physical disability k. bakugo, e. kirishima, s. todoroki, i. midoriya

Thank you for the request! I tried to keep it as broad as possible so it could apply to many people but I did make sure to include mobility aid use!

katsuki

Grumbles while pushing your wheelchair for you

If you ever push yourself he gets PISSED

Like more than you should

Hates when he goes places that aren't accessible for you...

Like if you see a restaurant online that claims to be accessible but then you get there and there's no easy way to get inside and there's a very limited amount of tables that are actually accessible?

You better believe he is writing a seething review when you guys get home

He might make you leave and take you to a better restaurant tbh

eijiro

Like I've said before... THIS MAN LOVES PUSHING YOUR WHEELCHAIR!! (Only if you want him to though! He respects boundaries!)

He's skipping behind you as he wheels you around a park or wherever you want to go <3

And he holds all your bags if you let him!

Whether big or small or whatever kind of bag it is, he's offering to hold it

Comes with you to all your doctor's appointments if you feel like you need company/another person there with you <3

shoto

He listens intently whenever you tell him ways to help you out

Practically has the notebook and pen out

Doesn't want to make you upset

He has a tendency of being blunt so he might say a few things that seem offensive...

But he just hasn't really learned correct terminology or social norms because of his dad

He never means any harm

izuku

The second he likes you he's already 48 hours deep into research about physical disabilities

Buys you cute little charms to put on your wheelchair <3

Off topic but I love customizing my mobility aids

If you ever asked him to push your wheelchair he would be so nervous at first

He just thinks it's so intimate and doesn't want to mess it up

He's so cute <3

Taglist - @justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai @straows @grenadehearts @hecate-frenchfries

ⓒ luvseraph

[justaticklishdeer]

Off the Air

some fluffy radiostatic before they broke terms or friendship or whatever word count: just under 4.3k

tw/cws: tickling, a little swearing (that's all I can think of)

switch vox, switch alastor

It was a late night up in the Vee Tower. Alastor and Vox were laying on the floor, papers and notebooks laid in front of them. Alastor was laughing because of some stupid joke Vox had made. Vox smiles fondly at him. The deer had the purest, most wholesome laughter. He could get used to it. Moonlight filtered through the window in the corner of the room, bathing the two in a soft, silvery glow. Vox's screen brightness turned down a little. 

Alastor scribbles something down on a paper, sketching out a messy building in his own unique style. Vox watched intently as Alastor drew a somewhat scribbly radio setup, complete with a microphone for both him and Vox. 'Look! See, you'd broadcast here, and then I could joke with you--it could be like--like a talk show!' Alastor's talking was over excited and hyper.

Vox simply smiled at him, all fond. He pointed to a certain spot on the radio, playfully stealing Alastor's pencil and drawing a bench on the paper. "So we can sit.'

"No, no, you draw it like this--' Alastor took Vox's hand, guiding the movements into drawing it properly. He would playfully swat Vox when the other wouldn't cooperate with him. 'Hold your hand still--Vox! Quit it.' Alastor finished 'drawing' it--well, assisting--then sat back with a smile. He picked up a paper of a rough sketch that he thought looked bad, crumpled it up, and threw it across the room. It bounced off Alastor's coat that was hanging off a chair. Alastor rolled his eyes and went back to his other sketch.

Vox leaned over to stare at the sketch. He stared at the way Alastor’s hands moved when he did his little drawings and wrote things. It was almost…attractive. Alastor hadn’t noticed his friend staring yet. Vox had no idea why Alastor had such a hold on him like this. He had never felt so pulled to someone. Alastor glanced back at him, rolling his eyes fondly. He knew how stupidly infatuated Vox seemed to be with him. It always amused the deer just to play into Vox’s odd staring spells. 

‘Vox. Vox! Vox, are you even–’ Alastor chucks a pencil at the television demon, snorting when it hits and bounces off Vox’s antenna. ‘I–what? Oh! Right, yes, I am.’ Vox snaps out of his trance. Scooting so he could be right next to Alastor. He felt his screen heat up a little, probably showing off a light blue blush. 

‘What even goes on in this stupid head of yours?’ Alastor asks, putting both hands on either side of Vox’s box-like television head. He giggles to himself when he achieves the goal of getting Vox more flustered. ‘You–you’d be surprised, Alastor. I can actually, you know, come up with plans,’ he answers. Alastor shakes his head with an exasperated look, shoving Vox playfully. 

He sat back to take his boots off, revealing deer hooves. Alastor placed the boots next to the chair that had his jacket hanging from it. The Radio Demon sat back down on the floor in a kneeling position over all the sketches and notebooks. He didn’t see Vox move at all, so he assumed he was still ‘recovering’ from the playful push.

But Vox? He was utterly fascinated by the hooves that were revealed. The fur around them was a dark ebony, meanwhile the hooves and dewclaws themselves were a crimson red. His eyes fixated on the rough-looking texture of the hooves contrasted with the soft fur around them. He just wanted to reach over and dig his claws into the fur and pet the hooves and make Alastor all flustered. That would show him.

Although he doubted that would ever happen.

Alastor noticed the staring and shifted his weight so he could pull his legs underneath him to better hide the hooves. ‘Don’t stare like that. They aren’t all that special. I’m sure some other demon around here has them too.’ He could almost feel Vox’s smile directed at him. ‘Vox. I am so serious right now, if you think they’re some kind of thing to idolize, you’re a bit insane in the head, my friend.’

Vox looked bewildered at the almost irritated tone in Alastor’s voice. “What? No no no, they’re pretty! The way the fur looks! Hooves are so cute for such a scary little demon like you!’ He slips a bit of baby talk into the end of the sentence, making Alastor snort. 

“Most demons have them, Vox.’

“I know. But yours are pretty.’ Vox frowns a little at Alastor’s seemingly self-deprecating tone. ‘The hooves make me feel like some innocent creature trying to be more than something he actually is.’ 

‘That’s not–no. The hooves help you be more powerful in a way–I’m sure the deer traits account to being able to move quickly and efficiently.’ Alastor looks at him with a slight nod. ‘I suppose. You’re too kind, Vox.’ Alastor goes back to the sketch. Vox leaned in as if to hug him, but instead earned another playful shove. Instead of just taking it, Vox lunges at Alastor and tackles him. The two go tumbling down in a fit of laughter and playful insults. 

The pencil cluttered from Alastor’s hand as they wrestled. Vox stares down at how giggly Alastor had gotten. Clearly the deer wasn’t used to being able to be playful around someone. He gazes down at how adorable the fawn looked. A genuine smile on his face for once. Alastor struggles to push Vox off, then his wrists get pinned above his head. 

A nervous laugh escapes him, and it luckily went unnoticed by the absolute buffoon on top of him. Vox cooed and scratched gently under Alastor’s chin just to tease and mess with him. Alastor giggled softly, and could feel the deer tail underneath him trying to wag. Another thing that went unnoticed by Vox. Alastor managed to yank a hand out of Vox’s grip and grabbed Vox’s arm in a slight panic.

‘Awh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle that I’m in control?’ Vox gently grabbed Alastor’s face to make the deer have eye contact with him. Vox laughs and teases Alastor as he notices a light pink spreading across Alastor’s cheeks. ‘Is someone a nervous little buck? Hm?’ Vox made a television static noise as Alastor mustered up the strength to shove him off. ‘You are insufferable.’ Alastor sat back down near his sketches.

‘And you’re the one who chose to come up and hang out with me to draw little pictures because you got bored,’ Vox shot back. Alastor mutters some insult under his breath, then quips, ‘And sometimes I wonder why I even made that decision to begin with. They also aren’t just little pictures. They are sketches for a radio tower plan–like a talk show! We’ll broadcast all over hell and we could do insane little things, like killing demons, getting souls sold to us, or just…talking, I suppose.’

One of Alastor’s shadowy tendrils retrieved the pencil back to his hand. He went back to adjusting the bench drawn earlier. Alastor felt a certain someone lean on him from behind, arms wrapping around him. Essentially a hug from behind. Claws settled on his stomach and he involuntarily tensed up. Flinching a little. 

Vox interpreted the flinch as pain, so moved his hands up to Alastor’s sides. Same reaction, so he settled for just leaning on Alastor and having his hands leaning on the floor instead. An odd position, but it worked. Alastor was just happy Vox was a bit too dense to connect the dots that the flinches meant he was ticklish. Vox teased him, ‘You’re so tense. Are you sure you don’t need a massage or something?’

He reaches up to massage Alastor's shoulders, earning another flustered squeak and denial of needing it. ‘Stop it! You are something else, I swear.’ He labels the things in the sketch–a microphone, bench, all the dials, and then adds the minor details. ‘I need–oh! Thank you.’ Vox seemed to have read his mind as he was handed a pen to ink over the pencil sketch. 

Vox looked up at Alastor’s deer ear. Scritching it gently just to see what kind of reaction he could pull from him this time. The squeak that came from the little buck was absolutely priceless. Alastor scrambles back as Vox stands up with a shit eating grin. The radio host squeaks again. It was so uncharacteristic of him. ‘Al. Why are you being so skittish?’ Vox asks–both teasing and genuine. 

Alastor stared back in amusement and bewilderment. ‘You could be trying to attack me! Hurt me! I don’t know of your twisted intentions, and I never know what you plan to do to me, you absolute buffoon!’ Vox noticed Alastor kept a certain distance from him. He knelt down. Staring and being all fond toward the nervous deer. After a moment, Alastor stood up, hooves clicking on the hardwood floor as he sat back down. 

His hooves were on full display. He hadn’t tucked them underneath him. Vox approaches with a sort of caution to him. It was more of a fascinated child, though. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch the hooves. Surely a little prod couldn’t be too harmless? There was the risk of the deer deciding to quite literally murder him. It was worth the risk. 

Vox reached over and took one of Alastor’s hooves in his hand. Alastor whips around, half rolling as he pulls his leg back. Vox keeps a firm but loving hold. ‘What? I can’t admire these pretty little hooves?’ He drags a glowing claw down the hoof, earning a choked noise. Alastor kicks, nearly making contact with Vox’s head. Vox catches his leg, holding both of them down. Alastor manages to hold composure, simply staring at Vox in both confusion and annoyance.

‘Let go.’ Alastor pulls his legs back somewhat–Vox lets him. ‘But why? I’m simply studying how they look.’ A claw scratches at the split in Alastor’s hoof. The deer lets out a strangled noise and fully yanks his hooves from the grasp of the mildly irritating demon. ‘Would you quit that?’ Alastor hisses. More playful than anything. 

Vox felt a jab to the ribs. He squeaks softly and scoots back. Alastor smiles, setting the pencil down on his sketch. ‘Are you–’ ‘No!” Alastor climbed on top of Vox. Who instantly began to blush from the close proximity. ‘I think you are.’ 

Vox tried to play innocent. ‘I’m…what? You’re sitting—you’re on me like I did something wrong. I simply squeaked, it’s a perfectly normal reaction when sta–hahahartled!--’ Vox giggles hard as Alastor drags claws down his ribs. He hadn’t expected for Alastor to actually continue. He was going more for him just ignoring the squeak. ‘Just like it’s a perfectly normal reaction to giggle like a young teenager when I poke at you?’

Vox snorts and turns to the side. ‘Shuhut uhup! I’m–nohot giggling!” Alastor rolls his eyes, slowly pushing Vox’s shirt up to expose luminescent, shark gill-like markings on his ribs. Lower ribs, that is. Vox made a noise of surprise. Alastor curiously slid his claws down the markings, earning strangled giggles from the television beneath him.

Vox squirms, trying to get the deer off of him. Although, he wasn’t entirely against Alastor’s claws on his body. Another embarrassing noise escaped him and he managed to roll onto his side a bit. Alastor laughs softly, leaning down to tease him. ‘What’s the matter? Are you ticklish? You’ve never told me! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, what’s the matter, can’t handle a few claws on your sides?’ Vox laughs loud, then tries to squirm away. Alastor rolls his eyes and sits half across Vox’s back. ‘You really are insufferable. And stubborn.’ 

Vox snorts and giggles hard. “Gehehet off of mehehe!’ Alastor smiles down at him teasingly. “I don’t think I will. I want to test something.’ He tickles down Vox’s sides and waist, making the other jerk away from the touches. Alastor’s hands simply followed the movements so it wasn’t very effective to squirm. Vox snickered as Alastor drilled into his hips. Right on the sides of them. ‘Stahahap it! Awahahay–from thehehere!’ ‘Away from where? Your ticklish little hips?’

Vox makes a screeching noise, his screen glitching out for a moment. ‘Ahah–Ahalastor!’ Vox lazily–but effectively–rolls onto his back. Alastor grunts softly, struggling for a moment to pull his hands out from under Vox. ‘You are such a pest.’ The deer wrestles him back into a relatively restrained position, spidering his claws over Vox’s stomach. Vox squeals and thrashes, arching his back and falling back onto the floor with a cackle. ‘Ahaha–ahah–aHAHALASTOR!’ 

Alastor struggled to stay on top of the struggling demon. ‘Hold–still! Please. It’d make this a lot easier for myself!” Vox protests, flopping weakly onto his side and curling up into a little defensive ball. Alastor sighs softly and scribbles down his exposed sides. ‘Honestly, you’d think you’d have learned not to try to struggle. It really doesn’t get you anywhere.’ 

Vox giggled frantically. Alastor drills into his hips again which earned himself a startled laugh. ‘Okahahay! Gehehet awahahay from mehehe!’ Alastor shakes his head, teasing, ‘Oh, no, my dearest Vox. You don’t get to tell me to get away when I’ve barely started my fun!’ Alastor digs his claws into Vox’s ribs, loving the way the other’s body jerked and static ran through his body. ‘Fa–AHACK!’ “Language!” Alastor gasps in mock offense, squeezing Vox’s hips, earning a startled yelp.

‘I’m nohohoht–t-t-trying to swHEhear!’ Vox protests, flipping onto his side. Alastor took the opportunity to attack Vox’s openly vulnerable ribs, tickling up and down the ribcage. Vox shrieks and goes to grab Alastor. Alastor grabs the wrist that shot toward him and pulls it up above Vox’s head. He leans down to nibble along Vox’s ribs, making the poor demon glitch out for a minute. ‘Aha-AHA–A–Alastohor!’ 

He yanks his arm out of Alastor’s grip, then goes onto his back again. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Thehere is noho need to haharrass-’ 

“Oh, my dear, but there is! You see, you were being quite a nuisance to me so I took it upon myself to tickle it out of you!’ Alastor scribbles along Vox’s waist then his stomach, watching as the television squirmed beneath him. Vox giggled harder at the stupid teasing. 

He reaches a hand up to paw at Alastor, grazing against the deer’s ribs. Alastor instantly stopped the tickling, his body flinching away in the slightest of motions. Of course, Vox just had to notice it. Alastor scrambles backward, already having his smile wider. ‘Vox.’

‘Oh, Alastor…’ 

‘What?’ The deer glared at him. Honestly, the last thing he needed was this pest discovering he was ticklish. Alastor stands up, his hooves clicking slightly. Alastor’s ears twitched ever so slightly–both from nervousness and anticipation. Vox stood up as well, his eyes glancing at Alastor’s ears for a brief moment before he stepped forward. Alastor could feel his tail start to wag–he knew what was coming.

‘Are you ticklish?’ 

‘No!’ 

Vox lunges toward the deer. Alastor didn’t even have time to react. He felt himself be half pulled to Vox, but to be dramatic he threw himself back so Vox fell onto the floor. Vox grunted softly and chuckled low. ‘You know Al, you make this worse for yourself. Because I can just..’ Vox slowly raises Alastor’s arms above his head. He could see the way the little buck squirmed and already started giggling. It made him wonder if someone else did this to Alastor. He hooked Alastor’s arms under his own to make it somewhat easier to use his hands freely. Alastor hissed some protest, but it was ignored. 

Vox places his claws on Alastor’s sides, noting the sharp intake of breath from the other. Alastor squirmed slightly again. He barely started to trace little shapes. Vox noticed the way Alastor’s entire body tensed and the way he was shaking in his grip.

’Awh, is the buck ticklish?’ Alastor shook his head, refusing to even talk for fear he’d let giggles slip out. Vox’s claws drag an agonizingly slow line down the buck’s waist and sides, then back up to the starting point and down again. Alastor actually relaxed because it felt relatively comforting, then Vox’s claws started to wiggle and twitch slightly as the path continued. Alastor squirms with a breathy little giggle. ‘V–Vox. Stop-!’ 

Vox smirks at this, murmuring, “I don’t think I will. You’re ticklish. Don’t even try to hide it, little fawn.’ Alastor blushes at the stupid nickname–he was more used to Rosie calling him pet names, but he would tolerate it from Vox, he supposed. Alastor felt the claws get more insistent, pausing at spots to wriggle and scratch lightly. Alastor’s squirming got more prominent. 

Vox grinned down at the deer as he watched him squirm. God, he was adorable. And based on the reactions from the light tickles, he had a feeling the other was stupidly ticklish. Alastor arched away from the scritching as it got to his lower ribs. ‘S–Stop–stop it-!’ Vox laughed softly, deliberately massaging nice and slow onto the area. “Honestly, you need to stop saying you aren’t ticklish. It’s so stupidly obvious. Have you been tickled before?’ Vox asks as he moves up a rib, noting the squeak and trembling of Alastor’s body as the buck tries to hold in laughter.

Yeah, that would break soon. 

‘You’re not ticklish, huh? Then what is all this effort to hold in laughter for? Because if you weren’t ticklish, you wouldn’t be this tense and shaky about all of it.’ 

It was amusing to the television demon how Alastor was absolutely refusing to laugh–after all, wasn’t it supposed to be part of the whole radio host's charming persona? Alastor’s ears flick and flatten as Vox keeps moving at an agonizingly slow pace up his ribcage. Claws slowly tickling and massaging at the ribs and spaces between. Alastor inhaled sharply, hooves kicking and digging into the floor as a low giggle escaped. 

‘Oh, there you go, baby buck. Just laugh it all out, c’mon. I’m sure your giggles and laughs are the most precious thing ever, aren’t they? You just wanted someone to tickle you silly this whole time, didn’t you?” Vox teased, leaning close to the deer ear. He didn’t miss the soft squeak and the way Alastor instantly went to try to hide his face. God, he was adorable. Vox could do this all day if he wanted to. He gets a little rougher with the tickles, starting to deliberately scritch at his waist at a quicker pace. Alastor’s breathing got more frantic, his body trembling with the effort of keeping the giggles in. 

But where was the fun in tickling someone who refused to laugh?

Vox rolls his eyes, then darts under Alastor’s arms. That finally got through. Alastor burst into static filled laughter. ‘Gehehet–yohohour filthy clahahahaws off of mehehe!’ 

‘Oh. My. God! You are just a preciously ticklish fawn! Yes you are! Yes you are!~’ His hand shot down to pinch at Alastor’s hip, making the Radio Demon squeak and make a poor attempt at curling himself into a little ball of pure giddiness. ‘Stahap–Stahahap it!’ He yanked his arms out of the odd position they were in, squirming himself out of Vox’s lap then grabbing the other demon’s wrists. Vox noted there was absolutely no effort made to push him away. ‘Stop what? You’re going to have to tell me.’ 

With Alastor still clinging to his wrists, Vox darts down to Alastor’s stomach, vibrating his claws rapidly across it. Alastor let out an ungodly screech, before kicking his legs up with a bright laugh. ‘I cahahan’t���dohohon’t!’ Vox wasn’t that stupid. He knew Alastor probably wanted this, needed this, in fact.

The buck had been too tense lately, too stuck up and all attitude with him. It was satisfying to knock down the untouchable demon’s ego down a few pegs. He loved the flustered scarlet blush across Alastor’s cheeks, the way Alastor was squirming beneath him, and the way that Alastor wasn’t even making a strong effort to get away. He slipped his claws under Alastor’s vest and shirt. 

Alastor shrieked and actually made an attempt to get away. ‘Ah, ah, ah. RIght here.’ Vox slipped his hands to the soft fur of Alastor’s stomach, getting to the soft skin beneath all the fluff. Alastor’s laughter went up a pitch, getting frantic. He finally let go of Vox’s wrists, quickly flipping himself onto his stomach. It was both so he didn’t have to look at Vox, and so Vox couldn’t access his stomach as easily. Vox sighed in mock disappointment. ‘Oh, now how am I supposed to tickle you?’ Alastor growled softly, ‘You aren’t supposed to. Thahat’s the pohoint.’ Residual giggles still coming from the poor thing. 

‘Hm. I disagree with that. Because to me, it seems like you need this. Honestly, it’s nice to see you finally knocked down a few pegs,’ Vox says with a smug grin. Alastor turns his head to the side enough to glare at Vox. ‘It is n–ohHOHOT!?” He jerked as Vox’s claws spider across his upper back. Stupidly ticklish. ‘Gehet ohoff!” Alastor squeaks. Vox finally noticed the wagging deer tail. Holy hell. 

‘Awh, look at this thing! It’s wagging! You really do enjoy this, don’t you?’ Vox reaches down, sliding a claw down the tail, scritching slightly. A high pitched, nonhuman noise left Alastor’s mouth. Resulting in a hand quickly covering Alastor’s mouth. 

‘Did you just–was that a bleat? Like a fawn!?’ 

Alastor buried his face into the floor in sheer embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge Vox’s question. He felt light blue claws scribble up the backs of his fluffy deer ears. He bleated again and flipped right onto his back, grabbing Vox’s forearms this time. “I swehear to all of Hehell! If you dohon’t get off mehehe–!’ Vox moved his hands to right behind Alastor’s ears–since the deer was still gripping onto him, that left his underarms completely vulnerable to an attack.

As he darted his hands under Alastor’s arms again, he asked him, ‘Tell me what’s making you laugh so much. DId I say something funny?’ Alastor shrieked and hyperventilated for just a brief moment to try and get his laughter back to a reasonable volume. That hope was lost rather quickly as Vox skittered back down to his stomach. Wild laughter spilled out. An adorable bleat as Vox found Alastor’s navel through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

‘You’re really too ticklish for your own good. Imagine if an enemy tried to fight you and they just grazed your side. I mean, really!’ 

Vox notices the kicking hooves. Before he let up on the tickling, it came to mind he had one last spot he would love to try. ‘Say, Al,’ he started, letting go of the deer and allowing him to catch his breath, ‘are hooves sensitive at all?’ Alastor’s ears perk right up then flatten as his eyes widen. Although, he didn’t move away at all. “Well, no-’ 

‘Yeah, you’re lying,’ Vox laughs, pouncing onto Alastor in one swift movement. Vox sits on Alastor’s calves, facing his hooves. He heard a whine of anticipation from the demon underneath him. Alastor giggled as Vox traced a claw down the hoof. Then down the split in the hoof, scritching lightly. He looked back and noticed how Alastor was covering his face with his hands and giggling silently. He could feel Alastor’s legs trying to kick, but they couldn’t with the way Vox was seated on top of them. 

‘Awh, just a ticklish little fawn, just wanting his hooves tickled so badly, yes, I can hear you!’ Vox teases. He noticed a little patch of fur between Al’s hoof and dewclaw. He curiously put a single claw on the area and scribbled ever so lightly. The laugh that came from Alastor was completely unfiltered. Genuine. No static to hide it. “PLEHEHEASE! F–FAHAHACK–VAHAOX!” Alastor screeches and tries to grab for him unsuccessfully. Vox uses one hand on each hoof in the specific area, and as soon as Alastor’s laughter goes silent, he finally climbs off of him. 

Giving him a minute to breathe, Vox laughs softly. ‘You really are stupidly ticklish.’ 

‘You. Are not going to live. To see the next–’ Alastor starts, but is cut off by Vox snickering. ‘Yeah, tell me all about it. Your tail wagging and the way you didn’t even try to push me off? Precious as hell. You wanted that.’ 

Alastor huffs in mild offense and embarrassment. He hated when people pointed out he never tried to fight them all too much when he was tickled. Vox stands up and grabs a bottle of water for the deer. After giving him a glare, Alastor takes it gratefully. ‘You better buy me food after all this.’ 

Vox tosses a blanket at Alastor, chuckling as it drapes over his head. Alastor squeaked indignantly, standing up and throwing the blanket to the side. Vox teleports through a camera off to the side then comes back in a moment. He held out a large plate of raw venison. ‘Here.’ 

"Was that camera recording?” Alastor asks warily. ‘No, it wasn’t,’ Vox assures him. Alastor hums in satisfaction, then smiles at the raw venison. ‘You do know how to spoil a man,’ he teases, making Vox smile.

‘Do you think we could become a large radio broadcast partnership?” Vox asks him, genuine and curious. Alastor smiles at him, taking a bite of the meat. He nodded slightly. ‘I do think we could grow to become something big. Our friendship could grow as well.’ 

Oh, how that would change in the coming years. 

[3ggling]

Yet more Lumity roleswap!

feat. Amivee...

...and the twins telling Amity not to come back because they're afraid for her and Vee if Odalia finds out. Oof.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Puppy Love 2: Fanfiction

Cherri: Hey, Fuckheads! (Waves her phone in the air) Didja see that someone's been writing cringy fanfiction about the hotel and its occupants?!

Angel: What?! No way! Send us a link to the page! I gotta see this!

Cherri: (puts the user link in the Hazbin group chat)

Angel: Whoa-ho-hoa! What's with some of these ships?! NifftyDust?! Who pairs me with Niffty?! They also got me with Pen's Egg Bois!

Niffty: Awwww, I was hoping it would be with that bad boy at the club! Oh! I'm in a polyship with the Vees!

Cherri: Ha! StaticRadio is another big one for this writer. Never would have thought Vox and Alastor would be a mutual pining.

Alastor: (glitches out) What did you say???? (Peers over Cherri's shoulder) Oh, Zestial and Carmine are a ship, and they also put me with Rosie. That's not so bad.

Cherri: (reading one of the three Explicit rated works) Even if Rosie is pegging you with her ex-husband's dick?

Alastor: (Wendigo screeches echo through the hotel)

Husker: Why am I the hotel slut????? This guy's got me paired with literally everyone in the hotel!!!

Charlie: ......Everyone?

Husker: Even you, Princess. (Slams a bottle of Everclear) I need to forget I ever read this.

Lucifer: WHO PAIRED ME WITH SERA?!?!?!?! Who the Unholy Hell is Carmilla Carmine?! I'm paired with her, too!!!

Cherri: Awwwww~ I'm mostly paired up with Pentious..... okay, there's one for Angel. (Shrugs) Eh... Not the worst, but still not my thing.

Charlie: They can't be that bad, right? (Checks the page) I'M PAIRED WITH LUTE AND EVE?!?!?!?!?!?! (Scrolls feverishly) I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE WORK WITH VAGGIE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hazbins: (pause)

Angel: Wait a minute.... (scans through the ships) There ain't a single one of us paired with Vags.

Charlie: (plasters her face to Angel's) Who IS she paired with???

Angel: Some bitch named Emily? (Scrolls) Looks like about half of these fics are Vaggie and Emily.... With one rated E fic, too..... (Taps random fic) "Emily knew this could only end badly, but the way the fallen angel stared at her with a smoldering eye made her go weak at the knees. The two reached out and..." What the fuck??? (squints) "Passionately held hands"???

Charlie: (eyes bleed red as she scrolls up to the Author Name) Who's writing these?

Vaggie: (finally bothering to open the link and reads the page username) "Em-Emmie-E"

Charlie: (eye twitches, and she roars so loud that all of Pride can hear) EMILY!!!!!!!

-Meanwhile: In Heaven-

Emily: (watching Hell like it's the latest episode of Days of Our Lives and taking notes)

EMILY!!!!!!

Emily: (fumbles her notebook) Oh, peach crumble!

[latay7]

YO NESSA BBG I GOT A REQUEST FOR U

Could you do a oneshot/headcanon of Karasu, Hiori, and Otoya with a mute girlfriend/crush, like maybe they go out of their way to learn sign language for her?

(If there are certain characters you don't write for in this request, don't feel pressured to write for them <3)

-Vee

u want it ? u got it.

sorry it took me so long , i know i haven't written in sooo long it was really tough to gather my thoughts.

i sincerely appologize if my headcannon are not realistic in terms of uhh you know , being mute ? and i'll try my best and thank you for your time and remember that whatever you think flaws you makes you special<3

(This has been in my drafts for 3 months omg although it's so short...)

some blue lock boys w a mute reader

characters : Karasu Tabito , Hiori Yo , Otoya eita

@sl-vega what is it with you and these 3?

Karasu Tabito :

im not really that deep into his character but i think he'd be quite interested in learning sign language to show his dedication to you.

of course , it takes time and patience. And he's willing to have that for your sake , and so he can help you communicate with others , and you feel really flattered by it. he's taking online classes , he's watching videos about it.

it starts appearing on his fyp constantly and you'd see him trying out the word/sentence it'd be so cute.

i believe that during the process of his learning he'd give you a small notebook so you write your answers during you convo (duh) and he'd help you up with any activitey that needs talking.

He'd encourage you to share your ideas , whether w sign language or writing because he wants to make sure you feel like a normal person who is able to express themselves normally.

trying to order some food ? he memorises your favourites , with detail. someone messed your order (let's imagine you just pointed at the option and that he wasn't there) i feel like he'd be ready to throw hands.

"Excuse me she asked for NO PICKLES"

I think it'd be really lovely to see him make an effort into becoming your personal translator to have an excuse to be at your side at all time❤️❤️

Side plate : i think you'd watch him sometimes when he practices and you clap for him from the sidelines , and it boosts his ego and melts his heart. And if you know how to play you'd have some frequent football sessions togsther 🫶🫶

Hyori Yo :

Alright let's see , the cutie patootie (looks are decieving this mf is a sadist ahem) is quite attentive to your situation.

First of all he does NOT hesitate to start learning sign language , he has too much time to spare so he spends it trying to learn how to communicate with you , no matter the way.

So im picturing this , videocalling you to have some convos as he tells you about his day and asks you tell him back and he tries to understand as a form of practice.

And at the same time he voices out his stuggles about his learning process and shows you what he learned so far.💙💙🤏

I believe sometime he'd invite you over so he introduces you to football if you're interesyed in learning , telling you the rules , showing you some famous matches and players and events..etc

Or if you already know or a footballer you'd have some conversations about diffeent opinions in football so you get to express youself comfortably about a topic you enjoy.

Again , would encourage you (if comfy) to voice out your opinions and thoughts in any way to make sure you always feel heard.

Otoya Eita :

Well....i would say , at first , when you're not really close i don't think he'd pay any attention to it and he would be slightly irritated when you try to say something in sign language or by gesture and he doesn't understand (sorry if ooc)

He'd treat you like any other side girl he had , but slowly and over time , he'd grow interested in you and how you talk. If you guys grow closer , he would probably get out of his way to try and learn sign language for your sake and try to understand you a little further.

And let me tell you , it's one hell of a slow burn

But eventually , if you're really important to him , if you're diffrent , he's willing to give it some extra effort so he can listen to you ramble with that adorable smile on your face.

I feel like i mischaractarized them so bad omg im so sorry everyone....

Anyway , thank you so much for reading and feel free to submit any request

But again , i appologise for taking so long to do requests :'( im trying my best with writer's block although im free pretty much all the time.