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forbidden-sunlight · 3 months
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yandere! vox with fem!reader scenario
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Warning: obsessive behavior, implied violence, stalking, implied emotional and physical abuse, brief mention of toxic relationship [vox/val], implied brainwashing, knowledge based on spoilers from the first two episodes of the 2024 show and the Hazbin Hotel comics.
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Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only flat-screened overlord, Vox! Special thanks to @isuckatwritingsobenice and @lbcreations-blog for helping me shape up the rough draft of this piece, I can't wait until I get enough time off from work to watch this series! :)
So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's go live with Vox's broadcast!
The overlord of technology has been in an on-off relationship with Valentino for a while, so any affection Vox has received from the egotistical prick is either a ploy to get him to do whatever he wanted or that the owner of the Porn Studios was in the mood to play the role of a lover before he got bored again. He had a brand and reputation to uphold in Hell, so any word about him and Val being together is kept under tight wraps. No one knows about it except maybe Velvette. God knows how many times the moth demon had wreaked havoc in the fashion designer’s office on the way to his own quarters, red smoke and all.
Of course the one tantrum when the television demon decided to not fight back and just dump Val’s ass because he was sick and tired of the bullshit, it had to happen a week until Velvette’s new clothing line was about to go live. So of course he, the most level-headed one of the Three Vs and the one responsible for the mess, had to clean it up. Yeah, just another fucking day with Val. Fuck his life. 
Anyway, he’s a very busy man managing the other V’s social media networks including his own workload in his own studio. Considering that he’s now single again (at least for the moment), he saw no reason to get involved with anyone else right now unless it was to relieve some of his frustrations…privately. Late one evening and on his third cup of coffee, Vox was going through the applications that responded to Velvette’s newest job post. Same occupation, same shitty pay, but every designer and seamstress in the Pride Ring wanted to work with Hell’s queen of fashion. He was just weeding out the applicants who did not have what his associate wanted in an employee. And he’s doing it because he owed a favor, not because he can’t sleep. That was when Vox saw your resume. 
He skimmed through it, raising an eyebrow in slight interest. It seemed a little embellished…but the credentials were there, at least from what he could see. And you were good-looking, so that is a bonus too. Shrugging his shoulders, he swiped his hand to the right, sending the document to the small electronic pile of Maybe and moved on to the next one. That one immediately got sent to the Rejection pile. 
A few weeks later, he saw you working in Velvette’s studio through the cameras, hunched over a desk and so entirely focused on a sketchpad that you paid no mind to her chewing out to the other designers about their shitty designs for the next collection. 
“You! New Girl!” 
Her peevish voice addressing you was what brought you out of your reverie. Straightening your spine, you turned to her and quickly strode to her. You must have known what she wanted, because you gave her the sketchpad. Velvette flipped through it, eyeing the pages critically until her bloodshot eyes widened in delight, tapping a manicured black nail against it rapidly before dragging you to a mannequin, barking at you to start creating whatever caught her attention. And it was rare for Velvette to be pleased with anyone else’s works except her own. Her creativity is what kept her clothing line at the pinnacle of fashion. You were getting more and more interesting as he began to watch you more throughout the day. Discreetly, of course. Vox would be damned if his associate found out that he’s eyeing one of her employees. 
He saw how dedicated you were to your work, how you thrived under pressure from Velvette instead of crumbling from it and that was when your creativity blossomed into its full potential. But what he admired about you the most is that you were always calm. You never raised your voice at anyone. You always looked at a problem as if you were dissecting it before making a move. Creative thinkers took risks, and so did you. 
But he’s not looking for a relationship. He wants to focus on his work. He wants to make his business thrive and crush any competition who would dare to try and get one up over him. He is annoyed as fuck that you’ve caught his attention and hasn’t done anything to make him want to stop looking at you. Why won’t you leave his mind? Why is he constantly looking through your social media accounts to see what you’re up to and if there is anyone else in your life? Why?
Because he’s fucked. Fuck his life. 
Vox believes that he is the brains behind the Three Vs’ success and how they could not have made it this far without his technology and other businesses. But the truth is that this overlord, the one who commanded over electronics, can be emotionally immature if he is pushed too far. You saw how he acted when Alastor made his comeback, right? If you did, well, you now know that his buttons can be pushed if he isn’t seen or acknowledged by someone. And if you were to ignore him as the Radio Demon did…you better run. 
Because if there is a screen or a camera, he will use it to find you no matter where you are in Hell. There is no doubt that he will jump out of it with a static pop, begging you to give him a chance to prove himself with fat, watery tears falling down his flat-screen face. 
He is an overlord, one of the Three Vs. He is good-looking, charming, a manipulator, a liar, he could use his powers to hypnotize into submission if he really wanted to and runs a successful business. What more could you possibly want when he is obviously the best choice to have as a lover in Hell? Can’t you see? You belong to him!
Taglist
@doc-tooth
@lbcreations-blog
@nixie-writes
@imperfectbloodmoon
@chroniccorvus
@angelltheninth
@hellbornediamonddreams
@riddle-simp
@blackmageoffandoms
@tired-of-life-86
@frenchtoastmafia
@lanxianschoenheit
@riotakire
@quintillion4
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critter-of-habit · 9 months
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Not to get emotional about my big dumb bird friends but, I love my big dumb bird friends.
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If you watch Sunwings in the late afternoon, they will keep their wings outstretched to catch the last sunrays on their solar panels. Then as soon as the sun sets, they panic. They'll frantically flap up towards the west, squawking and flailing, before landing and booting up their shields - they'll repeat this pattern over and over again until dawn. But why raise their shields when there is no active threat? My theory is, they're scared of the dark. Their source of energy and light is gone and their tiny bird brains don't know it'll come back again because they aren't programmed to know about "morning". So they boot up their glowing shields, wasting their power, so they have some light against the dark.
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Then the sun rises in the opposite direction and they go "...OH." and turn around to sunbath and recharge again.
So dumb, I love them.
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spookychomp · 6 months
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J... Jo... Jojo's your train men...
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I'm not even sure why I did this other than a desire to see if I could! And I... I could.
If this blesses your dashboard, I apologize for the psychic damage /j
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maybirdie · 26 days
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Be careful out there.
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sharowolet · 10 months
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“Even if you start over, you won’t be free
Of the deep sea that swallows time”
Looking forward to the emotional damage coming in soon 🥹🫶
Lyrics from Fleurells (Twitter) translation of the season 2 ending song The TIDES [Link]
[ID: digital drawing of Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, and Qiao Ling. The bottom half of the image is CXS lying down and crying on the beach sand, one arm covering his face with the hand holding onto a red string and the other arm clutching his chest. The tide is rolling over him. In the top half is dark waters reflecting stars from the sky. Lu Guang and Qiao Ling can also be seen in the water’s reflection looking at CXS . Lu Guang has one hand out reaching for CXS, and Qiao Ling is turned away with a knife in her hand, threatening to cut the red string around them. The shadows on the beach are dark squares and then ocean tides are partly composed of small white squares. ]
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astarkey · 2 years
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“Here, we remember our friend, with a view as calming as his voice, on stone as strong as his spirit. He was not just our rock, he was our oak, sturdy and stoic, whose presence brought us comfort and whose branches touched us all. Rest in peace.”
“Sounds like he’s truly missed.”
Horizon Forbidden West (2022)
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kelsochronicles · 5 months
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“He loved me in his own way. And that was enough.”
“What did it feel like?”
“It’s like…having the strength that was always there. That’s still there.”
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honestlynvrmind · 9 months
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“you have such lovely eyes” he says
as i stare back at him
eyes empty
emotionless
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foibles-fables · 1 year
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for anyone who’s never seen this before, from the HZD Official Game Guide! Narrative Director John Gonzalez expressing the team’s interest in developing romance options for Aloy. This is why a number us are saying it could be coming to fruition in the third game for sure, on the tail of recent events!
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polarolds · 2 years
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i love they sm
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littleaipom · 6 months
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filed under: if they were casually dating ig
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becauseplot · 11 months
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it’s late at night so i’ve decided fuck it, time to share my tiny q!phil headcanon: q!phil is stuck in the limbo of “i don’t know if what i feel for you is platonic or romantic or physical or aesthetic or some secret other thing but man i sure do have Feelings for you, that’s for fucking sure” towards q!missa. phil looks at missa and his brain goes “‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️” and simply does not elaborate at all whatsoever. friend-shaped? partner-shaped? just-has-a-really-wicked-sense-of-style-shaped?? who fucking knows, but man, missa sure is!!! he sure is. yep.
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happyheidi · 2 years
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forbidden love
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boobaloof · 2 years
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I never showed you guys some of the discord emotes I made!
(Some are available as stickers on my Redbubble ✨ )
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sleepyiswhumping · 14 days
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Hero and Villain, 1
Content: Implied Past Sex, Vague Nudity
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Jay grinned, breathless, as they felt Ash press up against them, their bare, sweat-slicked body sticking to Jay’s own. They could barely make out Ash’s face in the dim light, but found their lips just fine. Jay slid a hand up Ash’s body, feeling them tremble as it came to rest against their cheek. As their lips brushed against each other, Jay could feel Ash’s soft, precious smile. 
“Hey,” Ash whispered, leaning into Jay’s caress.
“Hey, yourself.” 
Jay giggled softly, pressing a gentle kiss against Ash’s lips, then leaned in for a deeper kiss. As they broke away, Ash cupped Jay’s chin in their hands, staring at them from under their thick, wavy hair. Gently, Jay reached up and brushed their hair away, revealing their stunning, sky-blue eyes. They stayed like this, getting lost in each other’s gaze, for maybe seconds, maybe days. It didn’t matter. As Jay leaned forward, forehead pressing against Ash’s, Ash slid their arms down, around Jay’s waist. Pulled close, Jay again slid a hand across Ash’s sticky body, coming to rest in the center of their back, the other still caressing their face. Ash’s head slid into the crook of Jay’s shoulder, resting softly against them. 
They laid back, arms wrapped tightly around each other, legs intertwined, neither of them wanting to let go. In this moment, nothing else mattered. Not that they were ‘nemeses’, not that the public hated Jay, or that if they were seen together, Ash could never show their face in public again. The only thing that mattered was the love they shared, the embrace they held each other in. They dozed off in each other’s arms, their breathing soft and in sync.
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It gets whumpy in the next part.
Taglist: @lancedoncrimsonwings
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autumnhobbit · 4 days
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they played the luke combs fast car bit at thunder. why you want to make me throw up in the middle of a fireworks show
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