#Voxflix exists

[voxiiferous]

“⇷” {{ Vox. }}

Send “⇷” to view a memory from my muse’s past life. | @hellsmayflower (enjoy something I was originally going to do up as a drabble./hc sort of thing, but works well here!)

The first thing Vox notices is that the light isn't right. it's not black and white like his dreams often are, but washed-out pre-dawn. He knows this place-- it's the tree in the yard of his childhood home. The street is silent all around him, no cars or people, and he's sitting on a branch, legs wrapped around it.

His dreams aren't often lucid, not to this extent. He could drop to the ground and go back inside, or keep climbing the tree. His mother had always encouraged him to, to act more like a child connected to something other than the scrap parts in his room.

He kicks one foot, and it's still feet above the ground... he's more than halfway already. He scoots closer to the trunk, resting a hand on it for balance as he lifts one leg to push him up from the branch, pulling himself onto the next one up. He sits back, and blinks, there's another branch right beside his head, and he touches his cheek-- normal head, not a TV screen.

Next branch... up, right there. Reach...

Before he's touched it he knows he won't be able to reach it. This body is too small, his arms haven't been this short since he was a child. But he hasn't been back here since he was one either, so perhaps that shouldn't be a shock.

He leans forward, trying to give himself an extra inch by pushing himself up with his other hand. He hasn't lived through this moment before, which means the choices aren't already made. He's as far as he can go, but still not far enough. Just a little taller, if he can just get his foot onto the branch he can propel himself...

He misses, already overextended from where'd he'd been reaching, with no time to correct. His foot slips out from under him, and he's falling before he even realizes he's moving downwards.

He hits the ground, and the sharp, dull sensation he expects for his skull hitting the ground doesn’t come, just the sound of shattering glass. He reaches a hand to his face, expecting blood, and instead, pulling away a shard of screen.

He wake up gasping, or at least as close to it as he gets. He’s already sitting up, was already most of the way before he even knew he was awake. For a long moment, he lets his chest heave. 

Shit, fuck, bad dream. That's all it is. He grabs his phone, the bright glare filling the room. Vox winces; it's late, not quite half past three in the morning. Too early to start work, in that time between when even the late clubs close, but before anyone wakes up.

He lets himself fall back against his pillows. Late, but the blue lights of his district are still slanting through the windows. He’s as dead as he’s been since 1955, his screen isn’t broken. If the tree still exists he'll be surprised.

His breathing evens out, but he’s not getting back to sleep. In life he’s have gone for a cup of coffee and a cigarette, but neither of those are exactly an option now.

No, no. He presses a fist to his face, trying to focus on anything other than the sensation of falling. It’s not real. He's had worse dreams before, why is this the one that's sticking with him?

He gets out of bed, pulling the blanket across the corner to make it seem like it's been made.

Vark’s asleep on the couch, and Vox scratches his head as he passes. Vark rouses enough to flick open an eye, before retiring to his rest. One of them deserves some sleep, because it’s not him tonight. 

He collapses onto his couch, and flips the TV on, scrolling through the channels.

Porn, no.

Fatal gameshow, no.

Late-night infomercials, no.

A channel that’s nothing but advertisements, the jingle for the newest limited edition of Voot Floops playing. He grimaces, pressing the “volume down” button until the sound is just enough to break the ambient silence. He owns every channel in Hell, he refuses to believe there’s nothing on at all.

He flips through another half a dozen channels, never stopping for more than a few seconds on each.

Music channel, one of Arrogant Sunday’s new songs. He doesn’t deal with them, he lets Em, considering they were her band. He listens for a few seconds longer, before switching away again. Catchy, even if it's not his go-to genre.

New things, selling things, boring things. He’s starting to doubt that there actually is anything on. Is this why it all swapped to streaming? But that requires too much forethought right now, he doesn't want to watch anything so much as he just wants to not think about his dreams.

Finally, he stops. It’s an old black and white channel, just as something ends with the host winking at the camera, and an old horror movie starts. He remembers this one, or at least something like it.

He finds himself fading off to the sounds of Hollywood screams and a mid-Atlantic accent, and doesn't have any dreams at all.

#*personnel file (hc) #hellsmayflower #set some time circa 2005-6 #Voxflix exists #Em's band is down and making music #but is still somewhat new

[drama-glob]

As pointed out, those two Hellhounds definitely look like Vaggie and Velvette. ^_^ I just love it when shows do that. :)

Even in silhouette, Beelzebub looks amazing. ^_^<3<3<3

Of course, seeing her luscious colors and powers at work certainly are amazing too. ;) ^_^

I love that his hoodie says "Sit Stay." XD

I don't think I even want to know what "Smear" is (Obviously some kind of beer but still :/). That imp with the broken arm is so cute and the one guy's got a Mammon shirt. ^_^

Love that the one imp woman brought her gnat dog to the party, although I wonder if it likes all the loud noise. ;)

Poor Loona with the candy filled fur. That honestly would be me at a party this crazy. ;)

Nice rainbow, although I don't think I needed to know the extra detail about it. O_O

Binging on ice cream is definitely relatable, although the fact Blitz fell asleep with it in his arms is different. ;)

Nice "Voxflix and Chill" shirt as well as the fact he is a trans male imp is great to see. ^_^<3

Love the Hellhound's phone case say "Good Girl" and Blitz's face is hilarious. ;)

Seeing the dogs in Beelzebub's magic is pretty cool, I'm not gonna lie. :)

A better shot of some of the background characters. :)

Beelzebub's form is definitely gorgeous even when she's pissed off. :)

That "No respect" shirt has to exist somewhere on Earth, doesn't it? ;)

Poor Dennis. He didn't deserve that. ;_;

Blitz sticking his tongue out is really cute and the fact you can see a love-bite scar on Alejandro is great. XD

I'm glad Loona made some new friends and maybe she'll start dating that other guy Hellhound. ;)

My heart just can't take how sad it is that Blitz is hugging himself and curling up on the couch. :(

Loona tucking him in and even patting him is just so heartwarming. <3<3<3

#screenshots #helluva boss #vivziepop #queen bee #beelzebub #helluva boss beelzebub #vortex #helluva boss vortex #loona #helluva boss loona #blitz #helluva boss blitz #dennis #poor dennis deserved better :( #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 #poor blitz #gluttony ring #episode 8 #alejandro

[nixie-writes]

Alastor General Relationship Headcanons (Part 1)

My first time doing headcanons; if people like this, I'll do it more but for now, since I'm most comfortable writing for Alastor I'm going to use him as practice.

At first, this relationship may just be an experiment to him, see if he finds some form of amusement in entertaining someone's romanticized idea of him. He was never the kind to consider a serious relationship but this man has mastered the art of manipulation. He knows the right things to say to get what he wants.

Further into said relationship he's going to develop feelings that are foreign to him. When this person, the one who's supposed to be his little puppet, makes him feel like a puppet, simply greets him he feels a little flutter in his chest. "What is this feeling? I don't like it." He's going to continue convincing himself that this feeling is no form of affection or the big L-word, he's simply curious and interested in the way his partner shows affection. The way those eyes gaze up at him with such adoration, the way their soft hands twiddle with their fingers when they're in close proximity to him, just that damned smile. It's just curiosity, a new form of interest. The only person he loved was his mother and he's yet to find her in Hell and thus, she must be in Heaven. Love no longer exists to him.

Yet, as the relationship continues, he feels himself growing a weak spot for his partner. He allows them to get away with things he wouldn't even let Nifty get away with. When they offer him affection around others - he's only going to allow a short hug or maybe a peck on the cheek - he's going to be a little agitated at their unexpected display but he won't show it. He'll only give that sickeningly sweet smile and say softly, "love, you know to warn me before pulling a stunt like this" quietly enough only for them to hear.

His little shadows know what's happening. Alastor is distraught. He's past denying it: he's developed feelings for this demon. The one he only intended to use as an experiment like some fucked up doctor, has turned him into mush. The feared Radio Demon cannot be seen falling in love for another like some lovesick teenager in a shitty Voxflix movie.

He's come to terms with the idea he's fallen in love - the impossible became a reality for him. This demon has stolen his heart, he only wishes they wouldn't hurt it. That sweet smile they give him, that lovely voice, how their eyes glitter, reflecting the different hues of red in the hotel, he loves it all and he wants more.

He becomes more possessive. Not in an unhealthy manner, he allows his partner to have friends, including those of the opposite sex and the gender(s) they're attracted to but he does want to spend more time with him. By that I mean, when they're available he's attached to them at the hip. Literally.

Kisses will be short but very intense. He doesn't know how to do any of this. His mother once told him how to treat a partner and he remembers what his mother told him, but presented with an actual partner he's a clumsy mess and has no clue where to go from here. He's trying his best but despite his popularity among the more sexually inclined demons he has no experience in either area. He's going to need some pointers.

I think he'd most prefer a partner who can match his chaotic asshole energy, while also knowing when to be serious, when to be soft, when to adapt to a situation and respond accordingly. He would want someone he can rely on to react like an adult. Someone to balance out his bullshit without berating him for his crude jokes. A simple "tone down the humor, this is serious time" or "right now we need to pay attention, we can tell our cheesy jokes all we like when this boring seminar is over" is enough for him to understand. He doesn't understand romantic or sexual cues but he recognizes social cues - as stated earlier, this man mastered the art of manipulation, he knows how to act. He just enjoys being an ass to people sometimes, especially those who aggravate him. Such as a very drunken Husk cursing him out again or Angel, possibly drunk, high or both, flirting with him despite his visible disinterest in Angel's offers. He'll be a dick to them just to get his petty revenge. In some aspects he's still a child.

#Tumblr has enstated a character limit #and as such I have to split this into parts #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[whippedcloudsofcream]

• Time exists in hell. Not sure if weather or environment changes.

• Parodies of Instagram and Mcds.

• Sinstagram could be ruled by Pride.

• Bank accounts owned by Greed.

• An Envy App?

• Bee Eats could be Gluttony or simple restaurant app.

• We already know Blitzo does drugs, but might really need them to sleep at night.

• Blitzo watches porn on Voxflix, unknown if they do anything other than porn.

• Blitzo doesn’t check his emails or texts, but obsessively keeps them.

• Blitzo likes to play dress up games.

#helluva boss

[dontasktheradiodemon]

@mothling-madness​ replied to your post: "Voogle"

❌ I know. I know. When I got to Hell and found out every site I knew existed down here, but they’d been renamed like Voogle, Voxtagram, Vikipedia, Voxbook, I thought everyone was fucking with me.

❌ Did you know you can actually tell when somebody died based on which site names they think are weird? Like, if they think VoxTube sounds weird but Voxflix doesn’t. (That’s me. I think Voxflix was around before I died, but I don’t even remember what its living realm name is. It’s probably something obvious like Vidflix?)

#mothlingmadness

[grimgrinnr]

}FOUR BY FOUR{

@blitzmas / @velvetstain​ said: 👫

Starting with Blitz for this lol

When he has the time to he will actually go and watch Blitz’s acts. If the imp can see him in the bleachers he’d see that Al’s actually enjoying it quite a bit. He won’t admit it afterward but take it man and feel proud about it.

Alastor’s animals are alright with Blitz’s presence, but they’re also not fully adjusted to him yet. So some might get a bit aggressive if he goes stepping in places he shouldn’t be. Watch out for Écarlate Blitz, she doesn’t like your horns... For some reason.

Much like Husk and Niffty, Blitz will sometimes just be summoned for like. No reason at all. Of course, Al has his reasons, he just won’t tell Blitzo what they are. When he does this he usually just has Blitzo do simple things around Al, and the real reason for all of this is because he just needs other people sometimes. Because his thoughts are getting to him too much and he needs someone else to help anchor him to the world around him.

Lowkey their relationship may have the same homoerotic tension Al has with Husk lmao

Now for the hot clown gf

She can get Alastor to watch modern shows/programs by simply just using her own accounts on sites/apps and making it a date. So she can very much cuddle up to him and watch some Voxflix so long as it’s a date between them and he doesn’t have to mess with the tech any. Course she can also get it to become a Voxflix and chill night but my point stands, he’ll watch stuff with her if she simply doesn’t make him deal with the Vox related shit.

Their children would either come out as the same sort of gothic clown like thing Velvet’s got going on but now red, or a pastel version of each other as their color hues clash together.

The man will lowkey read her stories to help her fall asleep if she asks for it, and he’ll love it the entire time. Bonus points if she decides she needs to be cuddled up to him and have his arms wrapped around her to help her fall asleep as well.

Lowkey his animals fell for her fast. His gators adore her and he has no clue how they ended up trusting her so quickly. I mean the reason is the same for why they’ve been so pulled/attracted to each other, radios and music just co-exist so seamlessly that even Alastor’s animals pick up on it and accept her fast. In a total twist from Blitzo’s headcanons, Écarlate loves to try and stuff things into Velvet’s hair. Don’t let her because it’s bones. Bones she’ll be a bit miffed about not getting back if Vel tries to leave without taking them out.

#text post #The Radio Demon (ic) #ask #Let Me Call in a Favor (ask memes) #Guess What? (headcanon) #blitzmas #velvetstain #Alastor x Velvet tag tba #;suggestive