#vox blogs

[v-vox-v]

“Attention all viewers! We’ve got some spectacular news today, the Hazbin Hotel leaker has been arrested!”

“With a fine of a whopping 100k we can only hope they’ll learn their lesson.”

The Hazbin leaker is done for

[ceoofvoxtek]

“Imagine reposting some depressed poetry bullshit, couldn’t be me.”

Ha! Who the fuck is this loser imposter? Try being original for fucking once would'ja? You will never be me. You can sure as hell fucking try. But you'll never succeed. You're just a loser wannabe. You're like a duck trying to imitate a swan. So shut the hell up and go do something with your life

[voxtechquestions]

"17 days? Already - augh. Shit I don't even have my costume ready. Fuck."

What he means is; happy halloween!

[scoutvox]

Desecration [Pt 9]

[x]

The scout, having had his senses barraged, reached out for Sav as he remained hunched down on the floor. He was able to grip what he hoped was his arm, wiping the sweat off his brow as he caught his breath. Seeing the gargantuan monstrosity before him, Vox felt his stomach drop - Kendra and Jin were likely still in the air, as were the Felman children.

Once the ash and dust settled around them, he turned to have his hopes confirmed; Liam was sitting where he had been before. With his ears still ringing from the piercing, shrill cry of what could barely be considered the Grand Illuminar, he kept a low profile and quickly moved to his son, careful to avoid the chains that bound him to the tomb.

"Hey bud, you good? Are you hurt?" Vox's voice was raspy and strained, clearly feeling the weight of the day alongside his desperate pleas just moments earlier. "We gotta get you out of here. I'm not leaving you here, don't worry."

[hubwalker1]

Bound to the Burn [Pt. 2]

[X]

She listens and considers it for a few moments. "I haven't heard from some of the forward team in a while. They might still be underground. If they are see if you can find them. I don't like being out of contact with them for this long."

[blair-the-navigator]

Bound to the Burn [Pt 3]

[x]

"Ye' called us a fuckin' what?"

Blair looked to both ends of the burrow, gifted with decent dark vision. It was a fraction of a second that he had turned to face behind them when he let out a blood-chilling scream.

"What in te' everloving fuck is that?"

[dario-the-deer]

You Won't Get Into Heaven V

[x]

“Fuck! Fuck me, Gods above—“

Vox launched himself upright, pulled viciously from the slumber that overcame him some time before. It was still bright out; he could not have been out for more than an hour or so. The sudden disturbance had quieted now, although it was a voice familiar to the scout. His head pivoted to the right, to the left… to see Dario, gripping his face.

“Dario, what the Hel — are you alright?” Vox took to his feet, rushing to the stag’s side and taking a knee to inspect him closer. He attempted to pull the hands from Dario’s face, but couldn’t manage to force them off. “What is happening? Are you hurt?”

“It’s fine, I just… the wind caught the right angle and I got smoke in my — ouch, shit! — in my eyes. I went to rub them, and I…” The deer’s voice was muffled against his hands, now covering the majority of his face from view. “…I forgot. I’m an idiot, don’t worry about me.”

Vox stared for a moment in confusion; what could the stag have forgotten to cause this pain? A cursory glance downward told the story in an instant — a knife, with the blade embedded firmly in the earth. The man could see red begin pushing through Dario’s fingers. “Fuck, Dario, let me see. Stop- stop fighting me.” His voice was stern enough for the deer to comply, and the scout could only sigh at the sight of a decently deep laceration under his friend’s right eye. With his hand cradling the halfbreed’s face, he gently rested his thumb on the wound. “You forgot you had the kn—“

“I forgot I had the knife, yeah.” Dario’s voice conveyed annoyance and disappointment as he winced at the touch; after all these years, the last thing he wanted was to again be at the receiving end of Vox’s aid. His hands quickly returned to hide his shame, ears flicking as he closed his eyes to avoid Vox’s. “Grab me one of the cloths I packed… please. If you brought any salves, I can hold it on here.”

The scout took only a few seconds to pull one of the fraying copper cloths from Dario’s bag, gently placing it into the stag’s hand to keep him from jumping and causing further pain. He stood to check his own belongings for anything close to medical supplies. “I don’t know if I did, I thought I had asked you to.”

Vox stopped, letting the last word trail off as he turned back to Dario. He could recall the deer saying something earlier that morning. “I figure that I can use incantations for most of what we’ll need”… 

“Dario…” He looked to the halfbreed, who wasn’t looking up at him. He held the cloth against his face, his eyes intentionally diverted. Vox nearly missed the small piece of flint next to Dario’s bag. “…are you not using incantations? You can heal your wound… you can start a fire in an instant. I don’t understand why you would use flint, or salves…”

The deer continued to direct a vacant expression next to Vox’s feet. He knew the scout had figured it out, but there wasn’t anything to say. It was obvious, but he couldn’t say it out loud. He let out an exasperated yelp; Vox could see the glistening in Dario’s eyes entering the cut. “I don’t want to.”

“You don’t… want to?” Vox sounded incredulous; why would he not? Dario had a gift; he had talents that the scout would give anything to possess. “Are you just being frustrating on purpose, or is there something else there that I’m missing?”

“Stop.” Dario’s voice was flat; entirely dismissive and defeated. “Just… stop. I told you I don’t want to.”

Vox was angry; he couldn’t leave it alone. The burning in his chest was a direct effect of Dario’s brooding, and he wasn’t going to let this become the status quo for however long this expedition would take. The man crossed his arms, unwilling to let the stag off easy. “And I asked you a question, Dario. What is going on with you? Do you want me to leave?”

“No, Vox. It’s not…”

“If your idea was to tell me ‘yeah I’ll let you come with me’ and then make me regret it, it’s actually working. Well done.” Vox had started to place Dario’s belongings back into his bag, quickly taking note of food now burning on the fire. He rushed to knock the metal cookware to the ground, eliciting no reaction from the deer. He was enraged. “You’re going to shut me out, is that it? Gods, Dario, that’s a new low for you.”

“You’re wrong. Please stop.”

“Am I wrong? Fucks sake, bud, enlighten me!” Vox hadn’t realized he was yelling until this moment; he couldn’t pull it back. “I refuse to talk to a brick fucking wall for the next… however long we’re stuck together. You need to grow up-“

“I’m fucking scared, Vox!” Dario’s voice cracked as he yelled, cutting off the scout. The deer shuffled back onto his feet, meeting Vox’s eyes inches away from his face. He’d dropped the cloth, allowing the wound to drain openly again. “I can’t fucking think about using incantations without remembering what it cost me.” His voice was wavering, but he continued to stare daggers into Vox’s face. “We wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for that one little detail, right? Right, Vox?”

“Dario—“

The stag pushed Vox in the chest, catching him off guard and knocking his balance off. The man stumbled backwards, making contact on a tall beam of the porch with his spine. Dario moved in on him just as quickly. “But I need to grow up, right? Yeah, fuck feeling anything! How fucking dare I, right?” The halfbreed’s voice was unrecognizably loud; a new fury that rendered Vox speechless. Through the tears searing against his cut, Dario persisted. “You… you of all people should get it! I fucking died, and now you’re wondering why I don’t want to do the one… the one fucking thing…”

“…Dario.”

Vox didn’t have to say anything more. The deer’s lip quivered as his rage subsided, leaving him to deal with the emotional fallout. The scout wanted to console him, to hold him… but this wasn’t what Dario wanted. He wanted to be human; to have a moment of vulnerability that he didn’t need rescuing from. “You’re right. It’s your call. You would know better than I, and it was insensitive of me to assume.” Vox didn’t give him pity; his words were delivered with a proper cadence he would have wanted if the roles had been reversed. “If you want help with your face, just let me know. I’ll clean this mess up.”

It was unexpected. Dario had, moments before, been ready to risk isolating himself from his best friend… but now, he felt seen. He felt validated in a way that wasn’t condescending. “Y-yeah. I’m going to go inside and clean up.” He couldn’t turn around to see Vox’s progress — the pair needed a moment apart to process. He grabbed his rucksack and slowly trudged up the steps, starting to register the pain across his face once more. Once inside, he was able to pour some water from his canteen onto the wound to clean it, using a mirror to assess the damage. Not as deep as it felt, thank goodness. The cloth he had dropped to the ground was easily cleaned with the same water, and he returned to applying pressure while staring at himself. I need to get better at being a good person.

--

He'd lost track.

The numbers all began to sound the same minutes ago. Hours ago, potentially; Dario's concept of time was irrevocably shattered by the events of the day. His eyes were shut, but he couldn't quite justify to himself what the point of it was. It was darkness either way. Despite being encased in stone, his breathing was light and spaced out to where he didn't feel that he would suffocate - at least not before he would have a chance to bring Kalmah back to the forefront to take the brunt of that blow.

The scar never fully healed, did it? The one under your eye.

If his hands had been free, Dario would have raised one to meet the exact point under his right eye that had been met with a blade a decade prior. It was never brought up, even when he was sure that Milae had taken note of it.

No.

And why is that, Hjort?

You are well aware of why.

There was an ominous additional layer of silence that stone provided - a lack of ambience that felt menacing. It was a curse in and of itself to be trapped with Kalmah; it was another to have no reprieve from it.

I can count on one hand the amount of times that using magick has worked out in my favor. Not something I want to take a chance on if I don't have to.

Only to save him, right?

Dario didn't respond. It was a fruitless taunt - a conversation the stag had with himself plenty of times. An additional party wasn't welcome to his own self-loathing. Dario shifted his focus to feeling every bit of the stone entombing his physical form, almost meditatively.

One... two... three...

[v-vox-v]

“My dear viewers, I’m in need of your vote! I’m currently running against the king of hell himself, Lucifer! Don’t get me wrong he’s a sight for sore eyes but I think we all know who you’d rather choose in the end.”

Most Fuckable Hellaverse Character (Round 5, Match 2)

[southern-fried-simpin]

LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND NON BINARY BESTIES…

WE NOW HAVE CONFIRMATION THAT THE TV MAN IS KISSABLE

REPEAT: THE TV MAN IS KISSABLE

[v-vox-v]

You

“Of fucking course that would be me. In fact that is me. How did you get this photo– no wait let me guess. Paparazzi right? There’s no other way you’d get this photo unless you’re some creepy stalker.”

[ceoofvoxtek]

Hey Vox check this out

(dw about the shitty gif quality I had to compress this thing so much just so tumblr would let me send it 😭)

What the fuck are you doing to me?

[voxtechquestions]

Omfg- another vox blog??? This is the fifth one I’ve seen today-

"Really? How interesting. I guess I'm just that amazing"

[scoutvox]

Blackout [Pt 2]

[x]

His chest was alight with a warmth he hadn't felt in ages - the voice of the young man desperately reaching out was certainly matured and war-wrought, but Vox could hear the child playing in the field outside of their home, growing up alongside the flora and fauna that shared a life with them. The warmth was short-lived, quickly replaced with a gutting grip of uncertainty.

Liam- are you okay? Yes, I'm here, we're here.

The scout leaned forward onto his forearms, fighting back the tears that were inevitably forming. He could hear so much of his younger self in Liam's voice.

Everyone is safe, your mom and sister are so worried about you. Milae and I came to make sure you're okay, and to bring you back.

He wasn't certain if the connection was strong enough to get the entire message across, but he hoped the spirit of it would translate at the very least.

[hubwalker1]

Powers and Principalities [Pt 4]

[X]

"Liam's right we can't just leave them down here. What kind of signal were you thinking? I could probably make a huge thing of lava but that might get lost amongst the red."

[ceoofvoxtek]

Why am I being tortured. Roach does our love mean nothing to you?

how tf do I advertise a fic

uhm

title: is this the man that you swore to be (yes I stole it from song lyrics)

word count: 14.2k (shut up)

cw: .. sh, probably so unbearably out of character, a bit of noncon but nothing that gets too intense, gender dysphoria, abuse..? and uh implied medical torture n shit like that

here’s the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/59397094

summary: The mask of flawlessness and charm was more than just a tool Vox used to manipulate people---it was a defense mechanism, a weapon against the harsh unforgiving nature of people that always seemed to be out to get him. He *hated* when that mask broke.

..

or, vox wakes up next to valentino in a cheap motel room and then has like 69420 mental breakdowns and cries a few times while also being a bitch

[sunnydayangel]

is this anything