#Viva Vox

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Alastor x F!Overlord! Reader pt2.

~ this is just a continuation of the bottom half of the previous fic!!! I absolutely adored writing this and I’m so glad ya’ll are liking it too!!

Warnings: dead kid, swears, vomit, bullemia, drinking, insane harm to the body, could be kinda mind fucking,weed, mentions of partying and Valentino wanting to gangbang but not actually getting none.

MORE EASTER EGGS!!!!

Taglist: @genderlessdude92 @projectdreamwalker @whitewolfsoldat @sirens-and-moonflowers

Enjoy~

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“Good morning dear!”

“Good morning darling! I have your eggs and bacon ready for you!” I called out to my husband, taking the coffee pot off the stove and pouring two small cups, wiping my hands off on my apron and calling the children down.

“James, Mary! Come down and get your breakfast before you have to get going for school!”

“Coming mama!” I heard from the top of the stairs, I always end up having their father have to drive them anyways, I think they’re doing it on purpose at this point.

“Mmmmm! That smells delicious y/n!” My husband compliments as he walked into the kitchen, coming up behind me he wrapped his hands around my waist and gave my cheek a kiss.

“Oh Vox! Let me go I’m going to spill the coffee!” I giggled out trying to pour our glasses. He took the two cups along with their saucers and set them at the table.

“Well you look nice!” I complimented, his pinstrip suit and sharp neck tie making him look quite dapper. He sent me a smile and whipped out this mornings newspaper from the dogs mouth. “Good boy sparky.” He patted him on the head and gave him a treat.

“Momma momma guess what!!!” Mary ran up to me with her little hands behind her blue sailor dress. James took a seat at the table next to his father pretending to be him. All gotten and sophisticated.

“What is it my darling?” I asked bending down at the waist inspecting her hair to see if it was fit for school.

“I buckled my shoes on all by myself!” She bounced up and down on her red little loafers.

“Oh look at that! You have!” I smiled at her cupping her hands in my cheeks and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I matched you mama!” She said point to my own red pumps adorning my feet. “Yes darling, now why don’t you go sit and get some breakfast.”

She ran up to the table in excitement, not yet able to reach the chair. Vox picked her up and placed her in the chair, patting her head and serving her some bacon from the plate in the middle of the table.

“Now James, you have little league after school, so you better be going right to practice, if I get another call from Mr.Johnson saying you where out in the field with those “friends” of yours again, your going to be in big trouble mister.” I sternly scolded him, sitting down to eat my own breakfast.

“Yes mom” he looked down embarrassed from our discussion last night.

“Oh cmon dear, let him have some fun occasionally, but James you really should listen to your mother.”

“Okay dad.” He perked up a little and went back to eating.

Playing with the string of pearls around my neck, a bad habit I developed when I became stressed, I tried to not bounce my leg but I couldn’t help but feel this ugly weight on my shoulders.

Standing with my coffee cup in my hand and I walked to where Vox keeps his good liquor, we usually save it for special events but… this feeling… I have a feeling my regular dose of Valium wouldn’t help…

Taking the pristine bottle from the cupboard, I got a flash in my eyes

~ “here you are darling, I got this special blend from a connection of mine on earth, I figured we could celebrate the success of our deal in a more fashioned manor,”

“Oh Alastor that’s wonderful, thank you!” I took the bottle gently from his hands, the heavy glass weighing my hands down.

Popping the cork and pouring a small amount into eachother glass, we cheered then completely disregarded the drink… instead going for each other’s mouths. Missing it like a drug.

“Y/n-“

Clawed hands grab onto my shoulders and I feel the weight of this bottle taken from me.

“Is everything alright dear?” Vox asked, feigning concern .

“Oh, yes I’m just fine, all the chores I need to get done today just making me think a lot.” I replied leaning on him for support, as his hands go to my waist and my arms wrap around his neck.

“Oh dear, why don’t you let me take over for the day and you just go to the salon and get your nails done, maybe see if you can get some extra time on the massage part.” He suggests, starting to pull me away from the cabinet and sitting me down.

I try to come up with a comprehensive anwser but~ I just feel so…… sleepy. So tired…..

Feeling a soft, plush ground now supporting me, I still struggle to come up with a scentence, my head falls to my pillow and I start to drift off.

“Just relax dearest… I’ll take care of everything… trust me….” I turn over and look into my husbands eyes, feeling the malicious intent behind them, yet not being able to…. Actually move my body…. I can’t turn away—

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“Hey y/n did you see Vox staring at you during class?” My hellion friend asked me, closing my bottom locker with her tail.

“What? No he wasn’t.” I respond trying to hide my smile behind my books.

“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? Of course he was.” Helga said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me as she applied more of her lipstick, then closed her locker. “Cmon, Heathers waiting for us in the cafeteria.” She said taking my arm and pulling me along.

“Y/n there you are, I need you to forge a hot but horny love note from Valentino to Marta Doonstick.” She said, flipping her hair over her horns, picking up her pencil and paper and handing it to me.

“Shit Heather I don’t have anything against Marta…” I cringed, this high school drama bullshit is so not fetch.

“You don’t have anything for her either, cmon, it’ll gets Vox’s attention too.” She smirked looking over to Hattie. “Hattie bend over, y/n needs something to write on.”

With an exasperated sigh she turned around, mindful to keep the bottom of her skirt held down, as she let me use her back to forge this note. In the most cursive stylish writing I could manage, I wrote out a whole letter to Marta, from Valentino asking her to come to his party this weekend.

Helga slowly made her way to Marta’s lunch spot, as we watched with intent, I quick glanced over to where Vox and Valentino where sitting. Seeing him chuckle made me smile, as I dazed off about him however I failed to notice his eyes shift to me. When I came to I realized we were in the bathroom, Hazel puking her guts up, and Heather and Hattie fixing their makeup in the mirror.

“Y/n did you hear what I asked you?” Heather whipped around the look at me.

“Um… sorry what?” I squinted at her before looking to her lipstick. I blinked and suddenly I’m in a completely different room, a boudoir with a giant vanity set up, I’m sat in front of the mirror with the same shade of lipstick in my hand, and my top lip done, only… it’s sneered over my cheek.

“Y/n deer, we have to go or we’ll be late for Carmillas meeting.” I looked over to the right of me, my surrounding sight no longer being blurry but clear as the morning sky. A man in a red coat with furry ears and a cane stood there fixing his coat in the mirror.

“Sorry I just… zoned out. I nicked some weed off of Angel earlier and I am, whew, I am out of it.” I responded, taking the handkerchief he offered me from his hand and wiping my cheek off. Handing it back to him our hands crossed and he came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, I could see his hands… I could feel myself sitting in the stool, seeing the perfume bottles on my desk… yet I couldn’t feel anything.

“Y/n…..y/n………. Y/N!!” I suddenly DID feel the hands on my shoulders shaking me out of it. Heather was still in the mirror, Hazel was in the stall and Hattie was shaking me.

“Huh?” I replied wearily.

“C’mon Hazel let’s take another look at today’s lunch.” Heather smirked and stormed out of the bathroom.

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“Hi Velvette, this is today’s lunchtime poll.” Heather said to the pink haired girl, all she could do was click away at her bag phone before rolling her eyes to look at us.

“The exterminators come down unexpectedly, saying their going to kill off all of hell in the next 48 hours, the same day King Lucifer comes to you and gives you 58 million dollars, what do you plan to do?” She asked giving Velvet the handful of copies she printed for her to hand out.

With a forced smile she goes “I would throw and end of the world fashion show, only inviting Hell’s most sovereign overlords and big shots-“

“AND THEN PAY EVERYONE FOR A HELL WIDE GANGBANG” Valentino cuts her off, throwing his hands in the air excitedly. Making a disgusted face Velvet turns away with the papers and walks out going to post them around the school.

I looked over at Vox, hoping he would see it as an indication to answer and not me totally saying he should use the money to whisk me away and go to make our point.

He met my eyes then took a deep breath sitting up a bit more. “Well I for one would want to maybe… find a pretty girl-“ shifting his eyes back to me, “then rent a boat and, row out to the middle of the sea, get some liquor and just, have at it.” He said putting his hands under his chin and tilting to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If I was this girl would you keep me safe from the aliens?”

“As long as I could, trust me… with your safety.” His eyes started to become swirly and, my stomach starts to be all twisted… It’s getting like, really hard to… to breath. I feel a weight hold up my hips as I close my eyes and pass out.

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“Oh hello, did Vox show you around the house yet?” I wrapped around his side, seeing his colleagues in our living room for our dinner party. Perm and Jam brought a nice wine and I had just come back from setting it down in the kitchen.

“So shall we head upstairs?” I asked only for my waist to be pulled back down,

“I’ve got it dear why don’t you go finish making dinner?” He asked adjusting his tie and lighting one of my homemade candles.

“Oh are you sure? it’s really no trouble it’s a slow cooking, the ossobuco won’t be done for another 3 hours.” I double check with him.

“Yes of course go get us some wine or something.”

“But…”

“Trust me dear…. Trust me…. With the tour.” He said holding my face tight and forcing me to look directly into his eyes… from which I can’t look away.

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A ballroom, large and golden and grand awaits me when I get to the palace, my dark blue shimmering dress catching the attention of an elegantly dressed man with a yellow and red suit adorning the space below his rectangular head. We danced through the night yet when midnight struck I suddenly remembered my goal, to come and meet the prince.

*clang* *clang* *clang*

“Oh no… oh dear.” I sat away from the gentleman and stared horrifically at the clock.

“What is it?” My gentleman asked trying to reach for my gloved hand again.

“Oh, I have to go, I have yet to meet the Prince..” I trail off.

clang* *clang* *clang*

“No you can’t leave yet.” He begs trying to follow me.

“Oh no please, I must leave.” I rebound and started to leave… I couldn’t let the Prince see me in rags.

“STOP HER”

I bump into a guard and when I went to apologize I turned to his face and there he was again…

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“Alright partner, what are we looking at?” I question putting on some sterile gloves and going to lift the sheet of the stabbed victim when I got pushed away but my asshole of a partner.

“Don’t worry y/n let me handle this.” He said taking the sheet off the body and starting the inspection.

“Ugh, yeah no, last stab case you thought I’d read the neighbor, and Mrs.Santos was an innocent old lady.” I scoffed and shoved him aside only to get elbowed in the ribs. Turning to slap him I looked into his eyes.

“Just trust me….” He spoke lowly, his mouth bleeding just a smidge……..

Why is my stomach queesy-

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“Get up you peice of shit,” throwing a glass of water on my husband he shoots up wiping his screen off the look at me.

“Who’s Venice?” I yell ready to refill my glass.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??” He yells back now fully awake, I came storming back into the bedroom. “I don’t even know who Venice is!!! What the fuck does that even mean!!? Venice?? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard in my fucking life!!”

“WHOS VENCIE?” I yell again throwing another glass at him.

“Oh, baby…. Baby baby, me and Val we, we’ve been investing in, in Italy.”

“Oh, you were investing in Italy?”

“Yeah baby, yeah.” He says shimmy up the bed to where I am at the foot of it still with a glass of water.

“You know what, you, your a big fucking liar!!” I throw the glass back at him and storm away.

“FUCK YOOOOU!!!” he yells, throwing himself around the bed. Having a tantrum like our toddler.

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He leaned in to kiss me with his eyes closed. But I just kinda stood there looking at him.

Quickly sitting his hips back up he looks at me with hearts for eyes on his screen.

“Wow” he laughs out awkwardly.

“You can go now.” I smile at him, my hair bouncing off my shoulders.

“I thought I might stay over tonight.” He smirks.

“Why?” I asked titling my head.

“Cause we’re girlfriend boyfriend.” He shrugs with that smile still on his face.

“To do what?” I ask again still not understanding.

After a pause he shakes his head.

“I’m actually not sure.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Is it Box?”

“Box is just a really good friend, and this is my dream house, this is y/n’s dream house, this isn’t Vox’s dream house, right?”

“Ah haw haw haw~ right as always”

“Besides its girls night.” I turn to look at the other y/n’s setting up, I see astrophysicist y/n turning on the radio to stream our music when this, earily old love song comes on. I’m meant to turn back to Vox but staring at the radio….. I’m stuck….

“Cmon y/n the presidents here” Hotel owner y/n says going back to brushing bar keeper y/n’s hair.

“She’s right, I am, you’re welcome.” She smiles at me before going back to the hair brushing. I blink out of it and look at my surroundings. I’m standing alone in a dark room… well sitting more like… actually…. I’m tied to a chair. A hanging light turns on and Vox comes into the room.

“Oh Vox there you are, are we in Y/n land anymore?”

“Finally awake y/n.”

“Yeah? I’m so confused where are we?” I ask still smiling at him.

“I want you to tell me where your BOYFRIEND stashes his vault.” He asks swinging a knife around, pulling my hair and nicking my throat.

“OW, what the hell Vox?” I yell at him still struggling against my chair. He pushes my chair down and as I hit the floor, the table to the side of us knocks something over…. It’s my radio!! From y/nland!! It clicks on and as it buzzes through stations my chest starts to feel heavy… wait, where did Vox go? I turn my head to look around for him only to not see him anywhere, sitting up I pick up the radio to try and turn it off.

“Oh hey! How did my ropes come undone?” I ask the air looking around my wrists, not even seeing a red mark. It stopped making noises and just went to static, I saw flashing from the outside of my eyes and turned to look out the window seeing the world flash from a city in the night to …. in between tv stations?

A door to my right creeks open and my curiosity gets the better of me, I leave the radio and make my way to the door, opening it I feel a magnetic pull and fall thro-

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“Welcome back we’re here today making a gourmet venison dish, my assistant chef y/n has so graciously prepared all our ingredients.”

I look out to the wall Vox is talking to, I was no longer in my disco outfit, I was in a chef uniform? Looking down my hands were just cutting the vegetables next to me without me even thinking. Vox was preparing the food but I was dazed out… looking past the wall…

“OW!” I yelped, shifting my gaze to my hands when I noticed my hands had been cut…. Multiple times, blinking a bit I realized there were no vegetables…..

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“How long has she been in distress?”

“About 22 minutes doctor.”

“Don’t you worry y/n, we’re gonna fix you all up.”

I had blinked again and suddenly I’m being rushed around in a hospital bed, the bright lights flashing above me imparting my vision a bit, but I could still make out two figures, one with big pigtails and one with… a rectangular head…. The only thing really standing out to me was that… I still had my chef clothes on…

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I’m wheeled into an operating room where they start to wrap up my hands and….. other stab wounds….

“She’s started on some saline doctor.” I hear a British voice state.

“Good good, let’s get these cleaned out.”

I turn my head over to see a radio in a patients room and suddenly my head goes fuzzy again, I close my eyes trying to drown out the noise, but it starts to grow… and grow… in my head, it feels like my brain is vibrating… I need to get out of here, I… I can’t….

“AHHHHHHH!!!” I sit up, starting to rip the operating sheets that where laying on me off, and running out of the room to the outside of the hospital…. And nobody followed me?

I could feel the stab wounds folding in on my body, like an empty hole all over my insides. I ran, and kept running, not even realizing the scenery changing all around me, all I had was one though, I’m getting the fuck away from here.

Looking behind me I noticed I was quite far from the hospital now, so far I couldn’t even see-

“Ow! What the hell y/n?!” Hazel yelled at me, I had bumped into her on her way out of the cafeteria, her chocolate milk carton spilling out all over her outfit.

“Oh what the fuck.” I yelled to nobody in particular, I looked around seeing I was back at Westbork high school.

“Y/n are you feeling okay? The party you and Heather went to must’ve been a rager. You’ve been off all day.” Hattie comforted, putting my hair up with her scruncci.

“Uhm, I gotta go guys.” I said backing away and trying to run out the door when Heather made eye contact with me.

“YOU! You’re a dead girl walking Y/N!!” She screamed and started chasing me. I booked it towards the door, and tried not to look back but Velvet and Valentino where chasing me too now.

“Y/N darling let’s talk, just stay here at school!” Velvet yelled at me reaching her arm out to try and grab me. I could see the door… it’s right there, so close!

I burst through the door trying to gather my bearings. I reached up to wipe my forehead but my hand was all wet.

I was dripping with water and sitting on my bed,

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?”

I heard from the other room.

“Oh HELL NO.” I screeched and stood up to try and get out through the balcony in our room. Juuuuuust to trip over something… squishy and hard?

“Hey Mamaaaaaa! You tripped on my baby doll!” Mary scolded me. Sitting up I was now lying face down on our living room floor, Sparky licking at my face… the liquor cabinet open and all the bottles smashed. Sitting up with my hands shaking harder than a washing machine with too many clothes in it, I reached for my baby.

“Mary… sweetie, where’s daddy?” I asked her, scared for the answer but needing to know.

“He’s at James’s game remember?” She said holding onto my chest tight and playing with one of my pin curls.

“He’s there right now?” I inquired holding her head close to my chest. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I know my babies need me to be there for them. “No he just left a few minutes ago, he said he was going to stop at his office to grab his camera before going to the game. Mrs.Gabole is gonna be here in a few minutes to babysit me.” She responded bouncing up and down in my lap, excited for the sweet elderly neighbor to come and hang out with her.

“Not today baby.” I replied picking her up and scooping Sparky under the other arm, I hurried out to the garage grabbing my purse with my car keys in them.

“Awwww why not?” She whines petting sparky while I buckled her up.

“I’ll tell you later, okay?” I kissed her head and shut the door, jumping into the drivers seat and thinking of the quickest way to get to the baseball field.

In my panic I didn’t even realize how fast I was going through all the stop signs and officers blowing their whistles at me.

“Mommy slow down your scaring me!!” Mary shouted from the back. Snapping out of it I took my foot off the gas and turned to console her.

“I’m sorry baby mama’s just worried for Jam-“

“MOMMY” was the last thing I heard before we were rammed by a large produce truck.

There was smoke clouding my vision, I could feel the blood dripping front my forehead, I couldn’t hear Mary anymore…. But when I turned around she wasn’t in her seat… she was stuck in the back window

Stepping out I saw the damage to my car. I walked over to a field near the intersection and laid down. I feel like I’m in this weird dream, all I can hear is ringing… faint voices of officers and the guy I hit and pedestrians… static…. I could see my vision start to go blurry again, grasping the ground beneath me I tried to stay on this plane… I’m done… I don’t wanna do this anymore….. I want my kids….. I want my bed….. I want…. Alastor……

Closing my eyes I succumbed to the feeling just so that I wouldn’t have to fight it anymore, but when I opened my eyes… I had that. I had a blaring headache, as the feeling came back to my body it felt like I was stuck in a lightning storm and my whole body was electrocuted. But out of all the faces stood above me, painted with worry, there was only one I could pick up on…. His pointy ears and sharp smile standing out amongst the rest.

“Hello deer! How are you feeling?” He questioned, his smile never faltering.

Sitting up I looked around, I was back in the hotel, Husk holding a glass of water for me, Angel dust comforting fat nuggets and the grey one calming the princess.

“You were asleep for a loooong time y/n.” Husk said non-cholantly. “Are you okay?” He got closer to me. Taking a deep breath and not feeling like my chest was duct taped closed, I took another panicked look around…

“……….WHAT THE FUCK”

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AN: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE YA’LL LIKE IT TO

MWAHAHAHAHAHGAA IVE LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO COME BACK FOR PART THREE 😘 SEE YOU THEN!!!

If you can pick up on any of the Easter eggs, (places y/n was, objects, storyline) within this chapter or the last one, leave a comment and you can get a sneak peek for chapter 3 ;)

#headcannons #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel vox #creepycore #idk man #viva las vegas #ahhhhh #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #part 3?

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not jordi evole diciendo que viva españa porque vox a ha perdido veinte escaños en plan read the room

#como si todos esos votos que ha perdido vox no fueran a parar al pp que los va a usar PARA PACTAR CON VOX #hay algunas personas que de verdad que siento que viven en otro mundo porque vamos #¿a esto hemos llegado? ¿a celebrar escaños del pp? por dios yo pensaba que teníamos ya no amor proprio pero siun poco más de vergüenza #y lo de viva españa..... en fin. una frase cuanto menos controvertida por decir algo pero igual usarla para celebrar que vox ha perdido #escaños no es tan guay y chulo y revolucionario como te crees #en plan tengo 0 opiniones sobre jordi evole pero es que he visto el tuit y ha sido como bueno. lo odio aquí #elecciones 23j

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me when the men's spanish NT team plays

me when the women's spanish NT team plays

#arriba españa viva el rey viva vox 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸 fuera indepes España la más grande #wwc 2023

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#VOX responde a Ángels Barceló por decir que en Viva 22 cantaron "ojalá volvamos al 36": "Carece de alma"

#VOX responde a Ángels Barceló por decir que en Viva 22 cantaron “ojalá volvamos al 36”: “Carece de alma”

Vox ha salido en defensa de Infovlogger y Los Meconios tras las polémicas actuaciones que protagonizaron en Viva 22, donde cantaron temas con letras muy provocativas para parodiar a la ultraizquierda, en las que se coreó la frase “vamos a volver al 36“. Medio de comunicación y políticos de izquierda salieron rápidamente a criticar al partido por acoger este tipo de actuaciones y la Asociación…

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#infovlogger #jorge buxadé #la ser #viva 22 #vox

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Howdy folks I’m Cloud and I’m just a simple writer who’s trying to find a new hobby!

INTRODUCING MYSELF / Masterlist

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୨୧┇Likes: The Little mermaid live action, ITSV, ATSV, Bad Guys, Law and order, Lackadaisy, TADC, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel.

୨୧┇Favorite Characters: Zooble, Kinger, Gangle, Jax, Caine (TADC). Mr. Wolf and Ms. Tarantula, Diane. (Bad Guys). Ariel, Sebastian (TLM). HOBIE, Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, Jessica Drew, Peni Parker, Spidernoir. (ITSV, ATSV). Freckle, Rocky, Nicodeme and Serafine (LACKADAISY), Fantoccio, BARNABY, Billie. (Billie Bust Up) Queen Bee, Fizzarolli, Millie, Loona, STOLAS. (Helluva Boss), Angel Dust, Alastor, Charlie, ADAM. (Hazbin hotel)

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Fandoms I write for

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Characters that I write for:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Alastor

Husk

Niffty

Lucifer

Adam

Lute

Possibly Sera

Emily

Vox

Velvette

Rosie

Carmilla

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss Masterlist

Characters that I write for:

Blitzo

Millie

Moxxie

Loona

Stolas

Queen Bee

Octavia

Asmodeus

Fizzarolli

Crimson

Striker

Verosika

Glitz and Glam

Barbie Wire

Possibly Andrealphus

Trolls (All three movies)

Characters that I write for:

All of the Royal Troll Leaders

All of BroZone

Poppy

Viva

Hickory

(JUST ASK FOR A CHARACTER BC I CANT THINK OF ANY-)

The Bad Guys

Characters that I write for:

Mr. Wolf

Mr. Snake

Mr. Pirahna

Mr. Shark

Ms. Tarantula

Diane Foxington

The Amazing Digital Circus

Characters that I write for:

Pomni

Jax

Gangle

Kinger

Caine

Ragatha

Zooble

Possibly more to come!!

Rules for requests

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I can’t do smut to save my life and don’t want so no smut, Sorry!

No P*dophillia

No nasty stuff

No Oc x Canon characters

#the amazing digital circus #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #bad guys x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #spider man into the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse x reader #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls x reader

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CON DOS 🥚🥚

@josevico4 Un concejal dimite por un escándalo sexual.

Atentos a lo que le dice la representante de Vox.

Viva el vino 🇪🇸

[idontknowwhatimdoinghere240]

OK, this is what I would think how the bully characters would be if they were on a Spain lol

Preps

The preppies are obviously cayetanos XD, they have their little Spain flag around their wrist and they LOVE the king.

I mean, they are like the Spanish monarchy (I mean in the times when the Spanish monarchy had kids with their family members 😟)

"Con Franco esto no pasaba🙄"

They would probably vote for Vox or PP XD

Nerds

Niños rata, they are niños rata, they play their games and don't go out to enjoy the sunshine because they are doing their things at home or in the observatory.

They definitely watch Vegetta 777 and Willyrex, and they don't just watch them, they are obsessed with them 😔.

These kids probably watched fnafhs, and I don't mean it in a good way, I hated it.

Jocks

They are the furbos, those boys that are always playing football (or soccer, however you call it)

There's always a fight between them because of the whole Barca - Madrid thing

GYMBROOOOOOS‼️‼️‼️

If the game was set in 2010 they would have died or acted like monkeys when Iniesta scored the winning goal

"OSTIA LUIS QUE HAN MARCADO GOL"

Bullies

Canis.

C A N I S, and I'm not referring to the canis canem thing.

They probably would have been seguidores de la grasa or shitposters, and I don't know what's worst honestly

"Viva Franco 😝‼️"

Jokes about the Franco dictatorship, they would probably sing the parody of the actual athem of Spain.

"Franco, Franco que tiene el culo blanco 😂‼️😂‼️"

La ruta del bakalao.

Greasers

Los quinquis, you hit one of them and all of their family comes for you.

Listening to El Cigala, Camarón de la Isla or Lola Flores.

"¿Y ese jambo qué mira? ���"

OK this is all I have for now, maybe I'll post something related later, bye

#bullworth academy #bully anniversary edition #bully greasers #bully rockstar #canis canem edit #bully jocks #bully preps #bully game #Bully bullies #bully nerds #bully but if it was set in Spain lol #it is way funnier in my head

[theactualveneer]

About me

YOLO what’s up my homies it’s ya boy veneer here! Anyways! I haven’t done an about me..sooooo…LETS BEGIN THIS SHIT YO

Hello everyone! As you all know me as Veneer

The things I will do areee:

NSFW (if you don’t like NSFW, leave 😡)

Headcanons

Oneshots

Readers I will do:

Female reader

male reader

gn!reader

Hazbin Hotel characters I will do:

alastor

Charlie

vaggie

Lucifer

Adam

Lute

Angel Dust

Husk

Valentino

Vox

Velvette

Carmilla Carmine

Zestial

Helluva Boss characters I will do:

Blitzø

Stolas

Moxxie

Crimson

Striker

Chaz

Stella

Ozzie

Fizzarolli

Mammon

Asmodeus

Millie

Trolls characters I will do:

Barb

Viva

John Dory

Poppy

Branch

Trollex

Velvet

Veneer

Riff

Chaz

Delta Dawn

Things I won’t do:

Adult x minor (ew..I’ve seen you Floydneer shippers…you’re disgusting)

Sibling x sibling (please no)

No Incest

To get to know me:

I like music such as listening to Brianna Mazzola and others because why bot

I am very nice (instead of my rude ass sister velvet 😡)

I have discord if you want to add me on it!

veneer_lover #0

I like watching movies (there’s to many movies)

I do incorrect quotes from trolls to other fandoms I like

I watch Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

What I like for yall to do:

Ask me anything, such as questions! Anything like that!

Or requests

Until next time my lovelies 🫶🏽

#about me <3 #about myself #other #text post

[jartitameteneis]

@josevico4

Poco se habla de los chiringuitos que se han montado PP y Vox en los ayuntamientos, este ejemplo de Valencia es paradigmático, el PP le da a Vox, que está en la oposición, sueldo como si gobernaran, viva España.

[m0r1bund]

Regarding the Arts, Mortal Injury, and the Endling Cult

Continue reading below or at m0r1bund.com ▶︎

Content warning: Fictional -isms, typical Empire behavior, abuses of power in the context of medicine and healthcare

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They call themselves a cult, but what deference to clerical authority they demand, if any, is unclear to me. Observation tells me that their doctrine has as much in common with the Imperial Code as a child’s drawing of a tree. Ah—but at least the drawing is chronicled in indelible ink. In their secrecy, the Cult leaves no records that I am aware of.

I am convinced this is part of the joke. There is, of course, safety in secrecy. I do not deny that more sophisticated codices could exist, unbeknownst to outsiders; It is only wise to conduct their business viva voce and in code, when the Archive twists any word it can understand. But there is also no consensus among them except, perhaps, the implicit consensus of associating with one another. My former subordinate once asked when in the year they gather to perform maintenance on themselves—an innocent question which, in her mind and mine, was a given. Not so. The question was first met with silence, and then the raucous sound of many voxes talking over one another. No consensus was reached, that day. They all scattered like splinters from the first tree.

It was only later that we learned the indiscretion was ours. A mutual friend informed us that the very act of seeking repair is not practiced by all members of the Cult. This is due in part to the rarity of specialists who are willing to work with ex-secutors. Bioengineers alone [1] possess the depth and breadth of knowledge needed to maintain a secutor. To the average ex-secutor, seeking repair means seeking out the very ones who made them the way they are today.

The risk that this poses to the Cult is self-evident to them as it is to I, though few outsiders are aware of it [2]. Still, it does not surprise me to hear that I and my ilk are considered too dangerous to negotiate with. Most secutors have traumatic memories attached to Bioengineers, to speak nothing of the great physiological and psychological transfiguration they experienced in our facilities. Even if a Bioengineer harbored sympathy for an Endling, we would sooner decommission them than risk incurring the Inquisition’s wrath. I am sure at least one desperate secutor has made the gamble to go under the enemy’s knife, and lost. There may be other defectors who have managed to escape the hounds of the Empire, but few will risk coming out of hiding to aid insurrectionists.

There is the matter, too, of our own culpability. The Archive entrusts us with the art of iron and blood, which we gladly use to shape its puppets. Therein lies the irony: We are uniquely qualified to minister them, and uniquely fatal in their hour of need.

There is another matter that complicates this, as well—one which I was ignorant to as an outsider. Seeking repair is not merely a question of risk management. It is also an epistemological paradox.

The Endling Cult is called to dismantle the very machine that created it. In other words, the Cult imagines a future in which it does not exist. This poses certain ethical dilemmas to the Endlings, should they seek to extend a life lived on ‘borrowed time.’ Some consider it selfish and short-sighted to solicit an Imperial Shaper for repair, even indirectly. No good can come from the hand that made the wound—even if that means the ex-secutor will break down and functionally die. This is a luxury they were not afforded in their previous life, and to rebuke death is to rebuke transformation, decay, and the right to life of what comes next.

Others hold a more utilitarian view. There is no reason to believe that efforts to maintain their bodies are anything but an expression of the natural will to live. Someday, every part of them will die and rot and be made new. The hole left behind in the original organism will be filled by a patchwork of borrowed matter. As experience has taught the elder secutors, no self lasts forever. This cycle of incremental death and becoming is less like the manufactured immortality of a machine, and more like the succession of a forest.

Controversy notwithstanding, the Cult’s heathen sentiments have at least some founding in reality. The Endeme intervenes when old machinery fails, particularly where there are fragments of organic matter to build upon. This form of self-maintenance is both permitted and encouraged, and it is common to inoculate wounds with Endeme-contaminated plasm. Still, this leaves the matter of artificial prosthetics and other apparati unresolved. If the disease manages to take hold in these components at all—an unlikely prospect—it usually results in bizarre transformations. Such growths make my work more difficult when the situation inevitably becomes too desperate to manage alone.

This is not a judgement of the Cult. I am happy to do my work. It is only a symptom of the same problem: I know that I can be trusted. They do not. There is no way to know that the cutting will stop when I say it will stop. The Endeme, at least, demonstrates a common interest in their survival, where the Archive has shown them only contempt and apathy.

One cannot begrudge the Endlings a desire to live, when their time draws short, and there is still so much work to be done.

________________

As I understand it, efforts are being made to ensure that this will not be true in the future. My former subordinate has leveraged her background in mechanics to strongarm me into teaching her the fundamentals, with the intention of disseminating this information to the Cult. Those who are unwilling to go under my knife may find that of a confederate’s more palatable.  

Ironically, the divisions between us are all but invisible to the Cult’s non-Imperial sympathizers. It is very difficult for an outsider to discern between a secutor and a Bioengineer. This leads to some misunderstandings about the Cult’s relationship with other heretics, fugitives, and exiles of the Empire—particularly when they observe that some ‘secutors’ inexplicably refuse to associate with other ex-secutors This is normally a source of amusement for the Endlings, when even the most decorated Archivist can be held equal with his lowliest servant (at least, in the eyes of the uninitiated.) It is less amusing, however, to be confused with the Archive’s Bioengineers. Perhaps we represent the last meaningful redoubt of the Empire’s power over them. Perhaps the nuances of self-maintenance are hopelessly apocryphal, within and outside of the Cult. No matter. I believe this confusion will be the next greatest source of grief for the Cult, once they secure adequate healthcare. Of course, the Inquisition will not pause to ask which heretics they are burning at the stake, when we pay our final dues to the God-King. It makes no difference to me.

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More in-world documents puttering around in my brain. The Doc is a good excuse to lean into my brainstrange and go full roundabout sentences and pretentious lingo. She's also got her tongue-in-cheek doublespeak and genuine layers of indoctrination that bleed into each other in a way that I think is both interesting and uncomfortable in a constructive way.

#chief and the r.a. tag #the doctor tag #maila reyes tag #markOS tag #implied LOL but he's t-posing benevolently above this letter

[docpiplup]

@jackredfieldwasmyjacob And here's the result of the voting for in the municipal elections, in general the most voted parties are firstly PSOE and then PP, but there are some others in certain towns:

Toledo

La Puebla de Almoradiel -> Unidas Podemos

Borox-> Ciudadanos (they seem to be still alive, but not for so long probably🤣)

Calzada de Oropesa-> Unión de Ciudadanos Independientes (UICN)

La Pueblanueva -> Izquierda Unida (IU)

Lillo -> Agrupación Socialista Histórica Lillera (ASHL)

Ciudad Real

Navas de Estena -> Unidas Podemos

Almadenejos-> Unidas Podemos

El Robledo -> Agrupación Robledana de Electores Independiente (A.R.E.I.)

Puerto Lápice -> Iniciativa Por Puerto Lápice (IXP)

Guadalajara

Chiloeches-> Unidas Podemos

Robledillo de Mohernando-> Vox

Albendiego-> Izquierda Unida

Embid-> Vox

Uceda -> A.C.U.A

Zarzuela de Jadraque-> Izquierda Unida

Fuentelahiguera de Albatages -> Agrupación Independiente de Fuentelahiguera

Galápagos-> G.A

Valdenuño Fernández-> AID

Alovera -> Alternativa Alovera

Fontanar -> ETF

Valdegrudas -> AEV

Espinosa de Henares -> HeM

Viana de Jadraque -> IPV

Valderrebollo-> A.R.G.A

Almadrones->AEA

Peralejos de las Truchas -> Agrupación de Electores por el cambio

Cuenca

Albendea -> Ciudadanos

Almendros -> PIDA

Barchín del Hoyo-> +CU-EV*

Beteta-> BETETA PARTICIPA

Olmedilla de Eliz-> Vox

Carrascosa de Haro-> JXCH

Hontecillas-> Vox

Huerta del Marquesado-> +CU-EV*

Paracuellos-> TÚPATRIA

Montalbanejo-> Vox*

Villalba de la Sierra-> Villalba Viva

Villas de la Ventosa-> Vox

Albacete

Ossa de Montiel-> Somos el Cambio

Viveros -> AIV

Casas de Lázaro-> AICL

Montealegre del Castillo -> AM

#elecciones municipales 2023 #castilla la mancha #resultados elecciones #toledo #ciudad real #guadalajara #cuenca #albacete

[thedalatribune]

Spotify Wrapped 2023

Key takeaways from my 2023 Spotify Wrapped…

76,440 Minutes Logged In on Spotify… That's probably because of all the long flights, long rides, and nights I slept in hotel rooms this year. Spotify is my travel companion. I can't imagine making it through all my travels this year without Spotify!

Viva La Vida by Coldplay is my most played song this year. Weird story, Viva La Vida was released in 2008, but I only heard it for the first time back in the later part of December 2022 while I was browsing Instagram. And I when I heard it for the first time I was so amazed. It was a song about a kings, kingdoms, and revolutions! I immediately fell in love with. Also, I love that the painting Liberty Leading the People by Eugène Delacroix is the album art of this song. Perfect album art for the perfect song... I find it so weird that to me this is one of the best songs I've heard and I heard it for the first time 14 years after it was released?! I felt like I’ve been living under a rock. Haha.

CCM? This was the first time I've heard of this genre... I Googled, and it turns out, that CCM is "Contemporary Christian Music".

No 2023-released song made it to my Top Songs of 2023. Notes on some of my Top Songs: (a) 陽菜と、走る帆高 (Running With Hina) by RADWIMPS is my most played favorite instrumental music. This is one of those songs that never fails to make me relaxed. (b) Hear Our Prayer by Hillsong UNITED is a 1999 song, but I'll never get tired of this worship song!

Henry Smith is my top artist and I have no idea who he is! Haha... It turns out, he's a pianist. And he's my top artist probably because I've been listening to instrumental music until I fall asleep at night, especially when I'm sleeping in a hotel room... Usually, I fall a sleep without turning off my sleeping (all-instrumental) playlist. That's probably why my top artist is an instrumental music artist.

I've been spending more hours on podcast this year. Now, I listen to podcasts, not only when I'm on the road, but also at home... For the second year in a row, Passion City Church Podcast is my top podcast. On the secular side of things, Vox’s Today, Explained and The History Channel’s HISTORY This Week are still my favorites.

#Spotify #Spotify Wrapped #2023 #Music #Now Playing #Song #Podcast

[aurademortt]

¡Viva la vox!

No juntas ni media neurona.

#ew

[dforex]

Angels Barceló miente sobre la actuación en el evento de #VOX: "Ojalá volvamos al 36"

Angels Barceló miente sobre la actuación en el evento de #VOX: “Ojalá volvamos al 36”

la ultraizquierda mediática española está que trina, por segunda semana consecutiva, esta vez por una actuación que amenizó el macroevento VIVA 22 de Vox en el Mad Cool este fin de semana. Si la pasada semana medios de comunicación, el consejo de ministros en pleno, y hasta la oposición pusieron el grito en el cielo por los cánticos jocosos (soeces, pero jocosos) que dos colegios mayores,…

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#angels barcelo #cadena ser #los meconios #podemos #viva 22 #volver al 36 #vox

[jor40]

Dios, patria y familia, viva la libertad carajo !!! Sólo Queda VOX. VIVA ESPAÑA 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸 God, homeland and family, long live fucking freedom!!! Only VOX remains. LONG LIVE SPAIN 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸 #soygaysoydevox #27nov #sanchezveteya #eleccionesgeneralesya #dios #patria #libertad #madrid #españa 🇪🇸 #gay #lgtb 🏳️‍🌈#gayman #gaymen #gaybear #gayboy #gaylife #gaylifestyle #gayspain🇪🇸 #gaylatino #pride 🌈#pride2022 🏳️‍🌈 #pridemonth 🏳️‍🌈#free #libre #orgullo #orgullomadrid #free #libre @vox_es @santi_abascal @ivanedlm @victorsanchezdelreal (en Plaza de Colón) https://www.instagram.com/p/CltM8mPDjA7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#soygaysoydevox #27nov #sanchezveteya #eleccionesgeneralesya #dios #patria #libertad #madrid #españa #gay #lgtb #gayman #gaymen #gaybear #gayboy #gaylife #gaylifestyle #gayspain🇪🇸 #gaylatino #pride #pride2022 #pridemonth #free #libre #orgullo #orgullomadrid

[latestinbollywood]

David Tennant Parents, Family, Why Did He Change His Name? Siblings, Tv Shows, Height & Net Worth

David Tennant is a Scottish actor. He came into the limelight after playing his role in the BBC sci-fi series Doctor Who as the tenth incarnation of the Doctor.  He wrote three books titled Doctor Who: The Inside Story, Elisabeth Sladen: The Autobiography, and Is There Life Outside The Box? An Actor Despairs.  He won many awards including BAFTA Awards, Emmy Awards, Newport Beach Film Festival Award, New York Festivals Award, BBC Audio Drama Awards, Broadcasting Press Guild Awards, Constellation Awards, Glenfiddich Spirit of Scotland Awards, National Television Awards, People's Choice Awards, and many more.

David Tennant's Parents, Family

David Tennant fwas born on 18 April 1971 to Essdale Helen McDonald (Mother) and Alexander "Sandy" McDonald. His father was a minister who served as the Moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland.  His father died on 17 March 2016 in Erskine, Scotland at the age of 78. His mother passed away on 15 July 2007.

Why Did David Tennant Change His Name?

David Tennant's real name is David John McDonald but he changed his name from McDonald to Tennant. He changed his name to Tennant in the 2000s because of being inspired by the name of Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys.  Now his full name is David John Tennant. 

David Tennant Siblings

David Tennant grew up with his brother and sister. His brother's name is Blair McDonald and his sister's name is Karen McDonald.

David Tennant Sister

David Tennant TV Shows

David Tennant has appeared in many tv shows which are given below: - Doctor Who - Good Omens - Broadchurch - Des - Around the World in 80. - Jessica Jones - Deadwater Fell - Staged - Gracepoint - The Escape Artist - DuckTales - Spies of Warsaw - There She Goes - The Sarah Jane Adven... - Final Space - Doctor Who Confidential - United - Star Wars: The Clone... - Casanova - The Legend of Vox Mac... - Criminal: UK - Masterpiece - Takin' Over the Asylum - Secret Smile - Single Father - Viva Blackpool - Tree Fu Tom - The Politicians... - W1A - Camping - Rab C. Nesbitt - Spy in the Wild - Ark: The Animated Series - DreamWorks Dragons - Fish Hooks - True Love - Gen: Lock - Duck Patrol - CBeebies Bedtime St... - Rex Is Not Your Lawyer and many more.

David Tennant Height

David Tennant is 6 feet  1 inch tall by height. 

David Tennant's Net Worth

David Tennant's net worth is $7 million.   Read Also: Alexander Ursenbacher Net Worth Read the full article

#davidtennantage #davidtennantdrwho #davidtennantharrypotter #davidtennantname #davidtennantnetworth #davidtennantwife