#voxanne

[fightclubcat]

My idea of how Female Vox looked when she first arrived in Hell.

It’s a small sketch I did. I put her in this outfit with a circle skirt because I thought it would look cute on her.

[usaginiku]

Morning darling

[magiccazza-art]

Mock Magazine cover and cover shoots.

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[karma-gisa]

Took a lot of pictures in the ozine fest went both days! Day 1

[iserith]

Voxanne inspired look 👹

[ithinkimightbeagoose]

I read this post and immediately thought of Voxanne, what do I do

Airplane fun fact

[celestiaras]

ft. voxanne akuma x f! reader — luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ something horrifying is trying to comfort you┊0.7k words

vent fic, angst, mention of sh, open ending

➤ author's note: i’m safe, just going through it

you cry into her shoulder and drown in your sorrows, clutching tightly onto her in an embrace while desperately trying to stop your tears and pathetic weeping. you thought you were doing such a good job holding it all in and keeping it together, but it all came crashing down in an instant and left you all alone in a dark room for her to pick your shattered soul. you can’t remember when she started visiting you, maybe she’s always been there watching over you and only decided to reach out once everyone else was gone. you aren’t sure if she was an angel or a demon, you couldn’t find yourself to care, you just wanted someone to hold you.

“oh, you poor girl, it’s okay, let it all out,” she hushes you softly while brushing her fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you down, but you feel her sharp talon-like nails lightly grazing your scalp. you don’t dare to open your eyes and look at her. you’ve always envisioned an unnaturally tall pale woman towering over you at seven feet tall with long wavy black hair, golden eyes, and red makeup. she’s beautiful like someone you only see paintings of, but you know that when you open your eyes, you’ll see something frightful that no human should witness.

she always tries to coax you into gazing back at her so that she can wipe away the salty tears streaming down your face, but you refuse like the stubborn child that you truly are behind the mask of a young adult. she never forces you to do anything you don’t want to, but sometimes you fear that she’ll lash out and hurt you if you continue to disobey her gentle instructions. you know that she isn’t human, no human only appears from the shadows to bandage the wounds of your soul since you’re too scared to sear them into your flesh instead.

even then, you always allow yourself to crawl into her arms, sobbing like the pitiful failure you are who can’t handle the changes of the inevitable future. you’ve gone through these motions more times than you could count, and you’re nothing more than a little girl running back to her mother because she got scared of the dark when she forgot to pray. you aren’t even sure if she truly cares for you, or is only pretending because she wants something from you, but you accept any shred of affection she throws at you because all the love in your life is gone and there is only her left.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry” you croak weakly through hiccups. you aren’t even sure why you were even apologizing so desperately, for soaking the fabric of her top with your tears, for growing completely dependent on her for solace, for being a waste of space and a complete disappointment now that you were older— you were inconsolable and trapped within your own hell of a mind that wouldn’t free you. you could never fly away, not because your wings were broken, but because they never existed in the first place.

she soothes you with her sweet and low voice, kissing you on the forehead like a doll, promising that everything will work itself out fine in the end and that she will never leave you even if you are utterly useless. she’ll be your wings and will fly you away from this mortal land of anguish and suffering, you just have to do as she asked.

you don’t know her, but she knows you, better than your own mother does even. she’s the one who will always be by your side and hold you in her long arms when you want nothing more than to scream and throw a tantrum like a baby, she’ll always be there because no one else will ever comfort you as she does even if she eventually consumes you whole when you finally take a peek of the monster who lured you into believing that you were safe and secure thanks to her. she saved you from all that was hurting, and you accept it with open arms the same way she’s always done for you.

[punskiii]

just some gals being pals :D

[tsoko-late]

These sketches shouldn’t have been painted that well but gdi I did

[satirohisterico]

[009-near]

nyota foxakuma

[fightclubcat]

Genderswap thoughts #1

Fem!Vox (Voxanne in my AU) had long dark brown hair with slight curls at the end. Her outfit style is similar to this (NOT MINE! Credit goes to LovesArt23). Very quiet luxury, old money style. She is very elegant and feminine acting when out in public, but shows her nerdy, chaotic side when with the other Vees in private. She, unlike male Vox, was married when she was alive. Voxanne's husband was well, not so great. He tried to lobotomize Voxanne, despite her being the breadwinner of the house, but he disappeared under "Unknown circumstances" she killed him. In Hell, during the years between the falling out with Allison (Fem Alastor) and meeting Valentina, she had trophy husbands for image reasons. She never got married/intimate with them, she just flaunted them around to show off her power. Didn't want to have to deal with the abuse and threats again.....

[farewell-in-veil]

wait im sorry is scarles genderbend named. scarlos

[ieatkeyboard]

WOOOOOOO HALLOWEEEEN

Happy halloween, Samhain, day of the dead or just Tuesday if you don't celebrate anything!! I've been going through some rough health stuff as of late plus writers block so I unfortunately never got to finish kinktober :,) But I can give you a little drable (Big fat question) of Vox

Warnings: Smut, reader is afab, biting, marking, degradation, reader wears makeup and a dress.

His fangs scrapped against your bruised skin as he growled, deep red claws grabbing onto your naked body. What started as a Halloween prank on your boyfriend turned into something much more, which was proved by the torn red cocktail dress lazily thrown on the floor and your cheap fishnets now ripped at the crotch for easy access. "You nasty slut, you knew I'd do this to you, didn't you. You wanted me to take you like this." The deep voice spoke into your ear, raising goosebumps across your body. The fake rose sleeve you drew on your arm was smudged at the wrist from his rough grip on you only a few moments ago, who knew dressing as Voxanne would get him going this much? "Yes I, I did- Oh fuck!" You moaned, mascara running down your rosy cheeks. The man grabbed your chin and pressed an open mouthed kiss to your stained lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you whimpered into his mouth. Your thighs began to shake around his waist and you moaned. "Fuck - come on. Cum with me, Slut." He whispered, followed by a groan. You felt a heavy wave of pleasure, so heavy you could only manage a small whimper. Vox's shoulder hunched as he came, moaning into your flushed chest. "Holy shit.. " He sighed, catching his breath. He kissed your forehead and embraced the sight of you. Your red lipstick was long gone, your hair was a mess, flushed cheeks stained with your tears and your necklace was now accompanied by a plethora of deep purple hickeys. "You look good as a mess." he smirked, pressing a deep, long kiss to your lips. Shaky hands immediately went to the sides of his neck and he pressed his forehead to yours. "Just breathe, Darling. I'm not going anywhere."

[prince-liest]

Great new chapter! I have to admit, while I was reading it, I got a bizarre ear worm that was "Roxanne" by The Police but instead of Roxanne my brain made it Voxanne. It felt weirdly fitting?

Anyway, I need to go lay down in a ditch now. Keep up the good work!

Ooo, a new song for my collection, thank you! I looked it up after I got over the jump-scare of seeing one of my roommate's names in my inbox, and it looks like the original intended meaning was singing to a sex worker to get her to "change her ways," but, man, I do unironically love re-interpreting songs to my own personal preferences, ehehe.

Anyway, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed and I hope your ditch-lying time helps you recover! x)))

[lottea-place]

I LOVE LUCY AND VOXANNE THEY ARE SO GIRLFRIENDS FR FR.

and i also love this trend! :3