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jsdkhdgf · 5 months
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Best Hotel Room Provider - DSY Hospitality
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What about the moment Vox realizes he's head over heels in love with the reader? What made him fall for them, too? I'm such a sucker for moments like that. 😫
Short little drabble from bed! This is pre-hotel! (God, we need more visuals of him. I crave more gif options)
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Unread Notification [Vox x Reader]
It snuck up on him.
Vox liked to think he was a self-aware guy. He knew his temper was easily triggered, and he spent years crafting charisma and charm to compensate. He knew he overworked, and though he'd never admit it out loud, he knew his weaknesses. So there was no reason his feelings for you should have caught him off guard.
Vox had a type. Or at least, he thought he did. He was attracted to power. To cutting edge personalities full of ambition. He thought he loved the rush of excitement that came with the more cutthroat personalities, even though more often than not, the repercussions of playing with fire was getting burned.
It was after getting burned once again by the careless hands of Valentino that Vox met you. The two of you crossed paths at a club where Valentino had dragged Vox in the name of blowing off some steam. Vox didn't feel up to the loud and busy scene, but he'd been desperate for Valentino's affection and was hoping his needs would finally be satiated. He should have known better. Because of fucking course Angel Dust had to be there.
It would matter if Vox just cut his losses and went home to angrily jerk off, but it didn't matter if he stayed. He'd never hear the end of it from Valentino if he left. The moth would just complain about Vox being needy. It had happened before.
So Vox was stuck sitting at a bar in a club that he didn't even want to be at in the first place while Valentino doted on his favorite collared pet. When Vox noticed you sitting beside him at the bar, watching Valentino and Angel Dust with similar disdain to his own.
At first, he thought you were just some random fangirl, but he quickly learned you had actually shown up because Angel had asked for a night on the town to recover from a porn shoot. You clearly weren't a fan of how things had developed, but the memory of how poorly things went the last time you tried to intervine in his addiction to Valentino's poison was fresh in your mind.
So despite how badly you wanted to leave the crowded place and just go home, you stayed. Just in case. You couldn't abandon him even if it was clear he was too far gone from Valentino's aphrodisiacs to be aware of your presence any longer.
At first, you were hesitant to voice your own frustrations about the reoccurring patterns to Vox. He was the overlord in a fucked up situationship with Valentino, after all. However, after a couple of drinks, Vox had gone off on several of his own rants and by the end of the night you had both let out all of your frustrations in a tipsy moment of relief. And no, not in the way you're thinking.
Eventually, the two of you left the club. It was late, and to both of your disdain, you'd lost track of the company you'd arrived with. It didn't seem to matter to the warm hell night, as you found an empty park bench to sit at and started shooting the shit. It was the start of an unexpected friendship that somehow grew into more without Vox realizing.
He'd come to look forward to the stupid memes you'd text him while he was at work. He liked coming over to your shitty apartment and despite how much he bitched about getting fur on his suits, Vox had passed out on the couch with you and your hellcat several times during movie nights. Unlike with the Vees, if you came to him to vent about your day, he genuinely listened. He wanted to provide the relief you gave him when he'd vent to you.
The realization of his feelings hit him like a freight train. As blaringly obvious the loud horns and bright lights may have been to any outside observer, Vox had blindly tied himself to the track without even knowing where he found the rope.
You had fallen asleep on his shoulder after the two of you spent the night marathoning some old, poorly written romcom series. There was popcorn on the floor from where you had thrown the pieces at the horribly stupid couple on the screen while Vox yelled at them for their emotional constipation. Your hair was messily framing your face as the tiniest little snores escape you on occasion. There was a small train of drool running down your chin, and Vox couldn't help but chuckle at how gracelessly you slept.
Without thinking, he tossed a blanket over you and leaned back, so he held you against him where he now lay on the couch. His arms draped over your back, and he smiled softly as your cat noticed the new position and hopped up to lay between your legs. Vox closed his eyes, content as he slowly rubbed your back and let himself relax.
He loved the smell of your shampoo. He loved how he had to use lint rollers after cuddling with you, as stupid and annoying as it could be to keep up the habit. It was worth it, just to remember your smile when he'd find a strand of fur he missed. He loved your stupid sense of humor, and he loved how at peace he felt when he was with you.
For as much as he loved his power and business, he loved getting to let his walls down with you more. He loved getting to just be the dorky guy with a bow tie and vest you poked fun at. He loved the time you tried to make him wear one of your hoodies, only for his head to get stuck. He loved you.
Vox's eyes snapped open as the peaceful sleep he'd almost slipped into was snatched away by the reality of his feelings. His heart was beating so loud, he was surprised you didn't wake up. If anything, you just wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest and it took everything in Vox not to explode there and then.
For the entire night, Vox screamed internally as his body shook, and he repressed the shocks and jolts that threatened to spark and wake you from your peaceful slumber. The overlord looked like exhausted shit by the time you rose with the sun, but he couldn't be damned to care. Not when you sleepily rubbed your eyes and laughed like that. Not when your hair was sticking to your face and you said good morning to him like you were meant to start the mornings in his arms just as naturally as you would breathe.
No. Vox couldn't care less about how worn out he was from the realization if he tried. Just like always, the second he saw your smile, everything else just washed away into background static. He cupped your face and said some sort of sassy quip about your bed head, to which you immediately started freaking out over.
He watched as you started to pat your hair down frantically and smiled softly. Oh yeah, he was fucking whipped.
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crispyliza · 1 month
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It's a real struggle
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i don't have a funny caption. i just think we should talk about him more
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chubs-deuce · 1 month
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An artwork I made for this week's update of "If you like Piña Coladas", a collab fic that I'm working on with the incredible @hazbinhobo <3
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chaoticace2005 · 3 months
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Okay but why is Alastor’s name “Alastor” when he’s the least ALLO person to ever STIR. False advertising Mr Radio Demon, sir.
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cinamun · 9 months
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Queen Muva | Next
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vypridae · 2 months
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thinking about vox angry-crying . or just kinda crying in general i need more sad vox actually . preferably where hes comforted by val
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dealwithadeer · 2 months
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You ever think about how Husk probably begged Alastor to give him back his power and money and take his soul?
You ever think about how Husk probably used to be so enarmoured with being an Overlord, with having his own casino and all that money that he was willing to give up his own soul to the Radio Demon in order to gain at least some of that power back?
That he was so blinded by his lust for power and his greed that for a short moment as Alastor actually agreed he was actually happy because his soul meant less to him than his power?
You ever think about how Alastor was probably in a similar situation when he made his own deal?
That one of the reasons Alastor views Husk as nothing more than a 'pet' is because he would actually have to see a bit of himself in Husk the moment he starts seeing 'Husker' as an actual person?
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crystal-cliffs · 3 months
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No one tells you how hard it is to stay in character when writing sometimes. These two…they’ve got me like this 🤏
But it’s okay. I’m hungry for more Emilute content so I have to pick up the pen and do it myself even if it’ll be majority angst with sprinkles of fluff.
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Writing my Redemption!Lute Au has been on my to-do list since the episode Welcome to Heaven so I’m praying I can finally make this happen and I hope that I don’t succumb to the perfectionist inside of me because I do think having Lute redeem herself is an interesting angle that I doubt the canon would ever follow.
Also it’s an excuse to make a slow burn Emilute fic and I’d eat dirt for any Emilute content.
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glittter-skeleton · 4 months
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I get the main audience for Hazbin are young teens but can we please not do the “good client” trope with Overlord!Husk Huskerdust AUs please. Like we didn’t do it in the show, thank fuck. Can we please not do that in fandom
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maplebitts · 3 months
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There getting along just fine-
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flamingfoxninja · 4 months
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How long do you think it took Husk to pull himself together? Moments? Minutes? Did he stay trembling on the ground until Alastor left his view, or was he there much longer trying to calm himself down, to push away the fear of a long, torturous, painful second death. You think he had to sit by the wall trying to catch his breath, then slowly shoving that fear deep down inside once he returned to the group, back to his job as a bartender. Hanging with Angel and Pentious as they much on popcorn, keeping his stoic and smug appearance as they watch his "boss" rip apart their attacks, knowing full well there's worse fates than that in hell
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aalt-ctrl-del · 11 months
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mad take, but I can't with how the "Vivzie hate club" has two brain cells:
how dare this character be absolutely vulgar, vile, sexist, toxic, and a meanie. This show is terrible, and is teaching children terrible things. I don't care if this is hell, this is wrong and I hate.
but also
how dare this character of gluttony not look like a swol fly. This is not biblically accurate character design. How dare the deadly sins not behave in a cliche way that I have come to expect after watching 50 marvel movies. This free show is terrible and I hate.
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morzowo · 4 months
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so one character got to learn how to live again, how to reenter society after traumatizing event that will forever impact his life, got to heal and rebuild his relationship with his family even estranged father, reconnected with his old friends and was able to create reliable support system of people that also grew throughout this healing process and now can understand him more and be there for him, got to graduate and start his own business and now can even give inspirational speeches to help others
and the other one had to leave two closest people to him that were his only support after his family death bc 'friends' he had before weren't type of people worth reconnecting with, move out of his country abandoning everything he knew his whole life just to * checks notes * start a job he didn't really want and the main reason he needed higher pay was to establish financial stability for one of two people who he had to leave and that no longer wanted to be with him
okay yea okay sure both cases are about personal 'growth'
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Carmilla finds a way for sinners to have babies so she can start a army of tiny babie spiders and also just Have more kids.
Rosie finds out and decides she wants to participate so she goes to Alastor and says they can just turkey baster it and really dejectedly Al sighs and says "no.....I'll do it myself"
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