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yourdoorisunlocked · 3 months

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I'll Never Meet Another You - Part 1

📺 【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 】📺

𝐀/𝐍: Is that...? Oh my god- It's the sound of another WIP in my endless void of fanfic ideas that managed to see the light of day!! It also means I've added another demon husband to my ✨cOlLeCtIoN✨

So, I'm definitely doing a continuation of this- I was having WAY too much fun writing it.

Enjoy your yandere, stalking, creepy-ass television man! :)

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟒𝟏𝟓 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐯, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛᴀɴɢᴏ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

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Electricity bounced across clawed, neon-blue fingertips as Vox’s collection of monitors booted up, lining the walls in a cyan-hued excess of the latest tech his company manufactured.

With but a wave of his hand, the devices were slaves to his command.

As Vox sat upon his electronic throne that was centered before it all, he closed every work-related tab within his mental browser, before slumping in his seat within the darkness. The demon rubbed where the bridge of his nose would’ve been with a stressed crease in his brows; a little habit that he had acquired from his life above.

To say it had been a long day would’ve been the understatement of the century. For the first twelve hours since he had emerged from his quarters, Vox had been bombarded with underlings shoving incessant workloads into his lap.

Ensuring the reputation of the Vees, the new VoxTech Angelic Security system that he had been developing, the countless amount of paperwork and maintaining the digital grid, and to top it all off, he had to manage the temper of one pissed-off Valentino.

Ugh... Fuckin' Val and his goddamn runaways... it's not my fucking fault he can't manage his toys.

Dealing with the lustful moth Overlord's temper tantrums were usually the absolute highlights of Vox's day, but this time in particular there was quite the treat in store for the overworked Overlord.

Hm... Maybe that's how the name came to be. Ah, who am I kidding? Velv just sits on her ass all day.

Of course, Vox pushed his indignation aside and swept everything up with a winning smile of pure showmanship, the pinnacle of excellence in front of the public.

And just as everything seemed to fall into place, like any other day of Vox cleaning up the messes of his fellow Overlords, something just had to go fucking wrong.

Imagine being the literal fucking backbone of the Vees, ensuring that their picture-perfect reputation of utmost excellence and being called up by an irritated Velvet to play babysitter and manage the man-child because of fucking Angel Dust-

And then catching wind of ḧ̴͇͕́̍i̷̡̹͋͂̓m̵͈͔̳̭̙̍͝ returning...

A few sparks flew from Vox's antenna as his overheated fans whirred rapidly. That old timey, triangle-assed p̴̲̩̮͙̜̎́̋r̸͓̟͆̀͆i̸̼͕͓̺̹̪̔͛͊̋͗c̸̢̤̐͂͜k̵̻̭̦̣̪͈̕-̸̢̡̪͇̖̈́...

Slowly, he took a deep breath, stretching his knuckles and tilting his head to the side with a deep frown. He had the evening to himself, now. No Radio-Pricks, no need to maintain the perfect facade he had so carefully crafted for himself and his allies, and no Valentino.

Time to unwind...

A cup of coffee materialized in his hand with a spark of electricity that lingered around his hand, dancing upon his fingers. He scooted just a bit closer to the large, main monitor within the center of TVs installed in his office, and his mental request was immediately answered by the large computer screen before him.

A zipped file containing possibly the most sensitive information that you couldn’t fucking torture out of the television demon happened to be the very first result of his search, almost teasing him with the overtness of his little obsession.

Vox clicked on the file quicker than ever before, and he took a long, slow sip of his drink as he focused solely upon the pretty little blessing that had graced his screens since a few months ago.

You were lounging on your couch, scrolling haphazardly on your phone in your less-than ideal apartment, but hey, it worked for you, so who was Vox to judge? Even if he would've placed you in one of the most mind-bogglingly extravagant penthouses that you'd ever seen in your afterlife, he had no qualms as long as you remained untouched.

And luckily, his position and occupation made it more than easy to ensure that you had no one in particular in mind to take his place.

No matter where you were, or what you were doing, nothing about you remained unseen by Vox, and no stone was left unturned when it came to your private life.

And Vox was always there. Watching. Adoring you through digitally enamored eyes without moving an inch from his seat.

Small, pixelated hearts floated across his interface as you looked through your phone, blessing him with a plethora of reactions. Whether it be with a small pout of your lips, to the furrow of your brows, to that cute giggle-snort you made whenever something seemed funny to you, the electronic Overlord drank it up like red wine from a golden cup glorified by gods themselves.

Lord, Vox had it bad.

Every step you took, every breath you inhaled, every purchase you made, every club or restaurant you went to, your exact order at your favorite diner, your taste in fashion and jewelry, he memorized every fact, photo, and video and saved it all in a private file.

It was Vox's most precious possession, the closest he could ever get to you, for now.

Vox’s smile stretched across his flat-screen face; a neon hue of razor-sharp teeth pulled into a fond simper as the sound of your chiming laughter rang out across his office.

How he wished to capture the sound, perhaps place it into a bottle for him, and only him to hear, your smile a treasure of the rarest quality to keep.

There was no doubt about it, Vox was your number one fan.

More monitors across the room lit up, whether it be with your beautiful face or your soft, angelic singing, there was nothing but you, you...

Y̵̼̜̿o̴̝͕̾ṷ̸̇.̶͈͍̎̔ ̵̟̒̚

Vox hated the idea of having to share this with anyone else. Share you with anyone else. Every time he ended the night like this, he had to fight the urge to steal you away and seat you upon your rightful place, a throne beside his, towering above his empire with no unworthy, sinful eyes to look upon you.

“Huh... I’ve actually always wondered what that ‘Vox’ guy is like in real life...” said demon froze at the sound of his name pouring from your lips, and a soft blush mixed with the bright blue glow of his face, coloring it a light lavender pink. You were talking to yourself again, something Vox binged like a talk show whenever he was off work.

He could watch you all day like this. And God knows that he would massacre any number of demons, conquer any area of territory simply for a few minutes in your presence.

A casual conversation, witty banter, fuck, he'd rather talk about the goddamn weather with you than be deprived of your presence any longer. Not behind a screen, but in person.

Vox needed something, anything with you, romantic or platonic, though the former would surely grow an insatiable craving, if you kept teasing him like this.

He needed you to be there for him, to just treat him like a person.

Vox normally wouldn't mind the fact that he was always perfecting himself for others, catering to their every desire. A machine. Meant to serve the masses, and in turn, they'd fall to their feet before him like flies to honey, insatiable, pathetic worms.

But it'd drive anyone to the brink of fucking insanity, to keep up the same, cheery yet suave charade every draining day.

And with you? Even if you never knew about your secret admirer’s ever-prying eyes watching your every step, it felt like Vox didn't need to put on a show for you. He could simply watch and listen as you, sweet, mischievous, lovable you talked his ears off for the rest of his day.

What I'd give to just kiss the hell out of her-

“Heh, he’s actually kind of cute. Y’know, for a TV, I guess...” you giggled at the end of your sentence as you scrolled through more photos of him, drinking up every piece of content that featured the demon that was watching you through your camera.

A little side-menu of exactly what you had been looking through immediately popped up, and an intense zapping noise from above signaled to Vox that, once again, the demon was two seconds away from overheating and having to reboot himself as he nearly spit out his hot drink.

Vox nearly short-circuited in his seat as you smiled warmly down at your phone, directly into his eyes as his cold, mechanical heart pounded in his chest, and bright red spread across his screen like a virus.

“Oh... Ohoho...”

“Now that’s good television...”

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End Notes: Ok, holy SHIT-

I really like this one. Like GODDAMN this was so fun to write!! I'll definitely be doing headcanons for yandere Hazbin Hotel very soon. Also, that A03 shit I just pulled at the end? You're welcome ;)

Btw I'm working on my Masterlist, so if anyone has requests or drabbles that they'd like to enter, don't be afraid to ask! I think I'll make some rules clear later, like no EXTREME asks or kinks or anything like that.

Smut is on the table though don't be afraid lmao. I'll be the one shaking in my boots when I'm about to post it- 😓

Anyway, thanks for reading!! See you next time✨

#vox x reader #vox x you #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere vox x reader #obssesion #he is literally a tv #like actually #but hes kinda babygirl so-#tw stalking #possessive behavior #yourdoorisunlocked

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ddarker-dreams · 3 months

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thinking about chrollo in a Normal relationship (he's still a possessive weirdo at times but not so much as his yandere counterpart)

affection is a strange concept to chrollo.

as your relationship progresses and your bond deepens, how he expresses it changes. what started out as grand, romantic gestures meant to dazzle you steadily softens. he isn't familiar with authenticity — it's a stranger he thought he'd long cut ties with. your presence in his life has him wondering if he should rekindle the acquaintanceship.

you don't need a fancy dinner with a breathtaking view of the city skyline. you just need him. his intentionality. texts throughout the day of his various musings, the genuine kind, untainted by constant attempts to woo you.

This first date to my side is developing nicely. The guy's complaining that his philosophy professor 'refuses to challenge her own innate subjective worldview.' Direct quote Who do you think his paper was about? My money's on Hegel. Turns out it's Nietzsche who foiled his future in academics He corrected her pronunciation (they're both wrong) 'Global warming is a red herring, religion will be the unraveling of society, not some carbon monoxide' She's checked her watch five times in the past minute Do you think this misunderstood intellect will get a second date? Or will fourth-wave feminism get in the way of true love?

you don't know how to describe the shift. he's never come off as anything but confident, but now it's like he's actually comfortable with you. relaxed. it's odd — nothing's changed, yet everything has. 'your place,' becomes 'our place.' he has a preferred seat at your dining table. he's familiar with your workplace drama and requests updates, setting your freshly prepared drink next to his wine glass as he does so.

commercials advertising wedding rings make him feel strangely warm. he's somehow breathless after kissing you, despite supposedly having complete control over his body. he traces his finger over your signature, wondering how it'll look when your surname matches his. he doesn't just chuckle at your antics anymore, he laughs freely, his face sore from how wide you make him smile. your lexicon bleeds into his.

he says that you taught him how to love. it's a claim you mistake for one of those clichés he spouts just to make you groan and roll your eyes. maybe it would've been an empty platitude at first, but now, it couldn't be more true.

#he will continue to commit atrocities without hesitation but he's all googly eyes over you so it evens out kinda #i love him he's my babygirl #chrollo x reader #chrollo brainrot #concepts

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xx-amphibian-puke-xx · 13 days

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HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM

#hades 2 #dumb #hypnos hades #hes so babygirl #so qt #beautiful boy I would wed and snuggle and call mine beautiful baby I love this beautiful long haired man on god #why he kinda #daddy sorry daddy sorry daddy sorry #i would not call him daddy it's for the bit

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bbnibini · 3 months

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Solomon "unrequited unless reassured and re-validated for the millionth time" The Wise

Solomon "telling you like you're a couple when you've been married for 10 years" The Wise.

Solomon "adds a just kidding in every love confession to avoid the inevitable heartache caused by rejection" the Wise

Solomon "doomed by the narrative" the Wise

Solomon "is it gay to risk your life and follow your apprentice in another dimension to save them" the Wise

Solomon "a side character in his own love story" the Wise

Solomon "pining is my middle name" the Wi-

#obey me solomon #kinda a vent he's so sad and pathetic and babygirl coded #obey me nightbringer #queue #im going through it right now besties

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houseswife · 4 months

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find it sooo funny that foreman is cuddy now and chase is house because although cuddy was an enabler she at least had some semblance of what you’re meant to do as a doctor. so she could hold up the facade a tiny bit. chase is gonna walk in like “I need approval to amputate this guy’s perfectly working legs and then re-attach them using dental floss. without anaesthesia btw. and we’re gonna hypnotise his medical proxy to get consent. we think he has a mild mint allergy and I need the answer” and foreman isn’t even gonna look up from his paperwork before responding “k lol”

#ignore the fact that foreman is canonically stricter than cuddy with his punishments bc he’s still resisting his internal house-ness #I choose to believe that at some point he’s either 1) so blinded by the years of malpractice that his ethical judgement is genuinely #compromised #or 2) he just stops giving a fuck #but I admit I did enjoy seeing him say ‘you lied to a patient?!’ as if that’s the worst thing their department has ever done #babygirl. you covered up a murder. you have tortured people on multiple occasions.#this has turned into me needing to sit in on one of foreman’s nonexistent therapy seshes #house md #hatecrimes md #eric foreman #robert chase #lisa cuddy #greg house #choreman #<- I don’t even ship them within the show but I like them in a ‘doomed to repeat the narrative’ kinda way

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cuepickle · 1 year

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Haven’t drawn Eddie in a while

#and honestly he kinda went through the Yass machine a little bit #but I’m trying to draw bigger/faster and relax a little more so that I can eventually improve #anyway he’s babygirl #Eddie #eddie Munson #my art #doodle of the day #stranger things #stranger things art

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gophergal · 10 months

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Life on the farm

#gopher art #mortal kombat #subscorp #mk subzero #mk scorpion #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #mortal kombat legends #been holding onto this one for a bit! finished it more than a month ago lol #i was originally going to save it for subscorp week but then i was like. nah. that wouldnt be entirely fair lol #and besides. ive been wanting to share it for long enough and my resolve has kinda worn down #anyway - snowblind but AU'd! heres my concept of this (which i may use later on for something idk): king kano got his shit wrecked #like way before the events of the movie. by the revenants in fact. i want him torn to shreds. you still have random roving assholes #making trouble across the wastes. but its much less dire. kuai still retires to his farm. kenshi still falls for shang tsung's bullshit #and kuai mentors him. hanzo becomes warlord of netherrealm. BUT. he and kuai keep in contact. its long distance and they make it work #sometimes scorpion vacays to Kuai's farm. as a treat. thats what this drawing is #i cant deny that i literally just want them to be happy ok. thats literally all i want for these gay old ninjas #bonus commentary: at the time of drawing this i was still figuring out how i wanted to draw hanzo. he's so fucking hard to draw #when i draw him without his mask or beard he looks so fucking off. but if i draw him with the beard it feels weird too.#babygirl why are you so hard to draw?? dont you want me to draw you?????

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diseaseriddencube · 5 months

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how cute, they thought they could stop me from screenshotting the gallery sections >:) too bad, he's gonna be my wallpaper now, impregnating him too

#a date with death #i wonder if you have to play through every ending to unlock the entire gallery #i'd love to see what else is in there #give me clean images of all his sprites NOW!!!!!#his outfit is so 😍#he's very babygirl but i wish he was more genuinely violent #then again this is a...dating sim....#i just like white haired violent men that kill you okay 👉👈#if there's an option to autoskip dialogue that's already been seen i'll play for the other endings #but otherwise...i kinda hate rereading things sooo #i wanna draw him but his design is maybe a touch out of my realm of complexity #maybe if i tried to simplify? but ough it's one of those hot boy anime designs that i simply cannot draw to justice

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canibeanythingelse · 1 year

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i started playing aitsf the other day,,, date <3333333333333333333

#IM OBSESSED WITH HIMMMMMMMM AUGH hes so silly. hes my malewife. my silly lil rabbit. my babygirl #im literally. as soon as i set eyes on him it was OVER.#i just finished the annihilation route and im about to try and get the true ending rn but teehee im already kinda spoiled #oh well :3 #i had a lot of fun with this one too!!!! tried some kinda new stuff with the hair #ai the somnium files #aitsf #kaname date #my art #EDIT I HAD TO FIX THE COLOURS LOL

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indigopoptart · 1 day

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gonna get back into the swing of things with!! some faces I did a bit ago!!!

+ closeups and oc creds under the cut!

the welcome home guys ofc <3

some of my guys!

(Niebla belongs to both me and @akemima ! <3)

And now, some friends’ ocs!

Lady belongs to @gremliinsart, Keira belongs to @funonion001 !!! :3

Sundown belongs to @carnivalcarrion !! <3

Damon belongs to @sammysun , Wizard belongs to @akemima !! :33 <3<3

#this was a while ago it feels SO OLD #by the way. this was hell to format. tumblr web and mobile both have skill issues idc #welcome home #welcome home fanart #howdy pillar #sally starlet #eddie dear #eddie my beloved <3 eddie my love <3 #frank frankly #oh hes my baby…my babygirl…frank…#sorry i forgot how ill i am about them #laughingstock lowkey been ruining my life lately (bogs fault)#AUUUUGHHH FUCKKK I MISS STAMPS.#oh i got a stamps ask a bit ago. gonna finally respond to it #BTW: saying this now bc its been a problem with a lot of people/for a while. i will answer asks that are asks!#people popping in to say hello is always loved ofc <3 but. it clutters up a lot. if youre new/sharing kind words ill respond ofc!#but if youre in my inbox just to be there/to grab my attenion. im not gonna respond😭 this keeps happening and it makes me kinda sad idk #ANYWAY ANYWAY. not gonna waste my tags with a ramble #oc fanart #sherri stitch-up #hotel hubbub #niebla valentine #puppet oc #daiki iyer #indigo’s art #art #indigo’s ocs #other people’s ocs #puppet ocs #expression practice

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merry-andrews · 6 months

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Johnny/Kenshi but there never was a Mortal Kombat, Johnny just met him at one of his travels to Japan and now they're married, on a honeymoon. Soft morning with Kenshi kissing top of his head and caressing his body when Johnny lifts his head to ask why Kenshi keeps him around only to be answered; "darling, I wanted to have you all for myself like a cute little pet from the first time we met."

#johnshi #Johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #Johnny/kenshi #i stole this sentence from 'Gone With The Wind' book hehe #looks so alike them in a way!#Kenshi being as Rhett kinda makes sense ok #isn't that right so? imagine have Johnny for yourself. so how you gonna describe him?#your bulky badass boyfriend? no!! he'll be your little meow meow always seeks attention and pets from you!#he's so fragile and so wholesome and so pretty!#also has cat vibes to me hehe #Kenshi having to carry him most of times because Johnny just feels not in mood for walking #I want to put this boy between soft feathers and spoil the hell out of him hhhnn!#just look at him!!!#so precious. so pretty!#he can be your boyfriend but you'll call him 'my babygirl'#he's also that type of asking 'will you still love me if I was a worm' type #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat characters

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phantomrose96 · 7 months

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Obsessed with the death imagery around Sampson btw. Smelling like a dead rat, skulking like a ghost. The last survivor of a dead world, only he's barely surviving, certainly not living. The idea of these cultural ascetics is super cool but feels unfathomably sad to me.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

-slams hands on the table- YES.

YES.

Sampson is a detached limb of a dead body. He's a lopped-off finger dropped in formaldehyde and declared "See! The flesh persists!" of a body that has perished.

There are many ways to be tragically and beautifully dead in metaphor. Sampson is not that. Sampson rots. He's off-putting. He disgusts. He's isolated and alone and just... exists half-dead and half-rotten, has to exist, no one is allowing him the dignity to deboard the ship, and live the rest of his human life, and die a human death as the last death of his culture.

He dies more, rots more, when Carson steals and destroys his tome, because Sampson is nothing but the aimless vestige of his culture, alive only to keep it alive... and what is alive? No one is learning the culture. It's not spreading. It's not growing. It's not being studied and remembered and appreciated. ...It's just Sampson, whose only duty is to persist, and persist as long as long as long as possible... as if infinite persistence is the same as life...

Carson was not joking when he said Sampson would kill himself in the wake of the cargo getting ransacked. Carson was dead-fucking correct to think Sampson would kill himself. Those cultural artifacts are all that Sampson stays half-alive for. They're all he is. If they were stolen on his watch, ostensibly by his own fault... Carson was dead-fucking correct.

#938sps #Sampson is funny to me because like. when I FIRST started writing 938sps I hadn't like... managed to quite flesh out what I wanted from it #and so early-draft Sampson was kinda just... a guy. he was just a guy who was there #me when i started 938sps: 'this is Sampson he's like a socially awkward guy who's easy to pick on and he has bad breath'#me now: 'this is Sampson he's a Jesus allegory he's a living corpse he's the most tormented grad student to ever exist he's babygirl'#Mendoza would have been fine with stealing the cargo. He doesn't care about that shit. He'd have done it #the pivotal moment was this realization. Mendoza's realization that one of two people was going to die that night: either Sampson or Carson #Mendoza's realization that _he_ was going to kill one of two people tonight #Mendoza made his choice

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