hi!! first i wanted to say that ur art is so AWESOME and i'm going to start reading unfair circumstances as soon as i send this ask :D
but anyways,, i'd love to hear some of ur heart issues!vox hcs!!1!
(/nf of course!!)
thank you that means a lot!! And thank you for checking out the fic :3!!
I don't have a whole lot of headcanons but sure :3!!
I feel like with his powers he was just destined for heart issues....
But i feel like his powers would take a hefty toll on him.... iirc one of his monitors was displaying his heart rate during stayed gone....
so he has to watch himself to make sure hes not overworking his body too much....
i feel like he keeps track/records his heart probably daily just to make sure, probably like a portable monitor or maybe figured out a way to internally track it or smething....
His body is wired SO weirdly so he definitely has blood flow issues too.
i feel like he already had issues before coming to hell (and i like the hc that he died of a heart attack ;3 !), but when he got to hell it got so much worse..
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OKAY
So
I know you just finished writing
(Once again it’s fucking AMAZING! A MASTERPIECE! *chef’s kiss 👌*)
But when you feel like you want to do a part two, I have a plot
(You can add or remove things if you want! :D)
Plot Line:
When Vox manages to get out the room that he was in, he feels everyone staring at him (not that they recognise him) and some started to call animal control to get him out of his own tower.
Vox figured out he can’t speak - due to his mouth being malformed and his long tongue - when he sees his assistant, Papermint. Vox tries to get their attention but only a mix of garbled groans, chirps, and chitters would escape his mouth, much to his own surprise.
Vox is big. Like. Really big. Let’s just say, he’s about the size of an elephant. And, when you’re trying to maintain your dignity while also being (quite literally) the elephant in the room.
Also, due to his impeccable security, he gets chased out. After Vox gets kicked out of his own tower, he retreats to an alleyway and tries to rest.
Also, Vox realises that his clothes shredded, (but, let’s just pretend his dick is retractable so that we don’t have to imagine it) and he is left with just his bare scaled body.
Vox also find that he has grown a liking towards raw meat. Idk why it just sounds neat 👁️👄👁️👍
I TRIED. PART 2 (ft. A tired and slightly sick editing Juno)
The dim glow of the room was suffocating. Vox felt trapped, an alien in his own skin, but he couldn't stay here forever. With a grunt of effort, he pushed the door open and lumbered into the hallway, his quadrupedal form awkwardly navigating the narrow space.
As he emerged, the bustling activity of the tower ground to a halt. Employees stopped in their tracks, eyes wide with confusion and fear. Vox's new form cast a monstrous shadow, and whispers quickly turned to alarmed cries.
"What is that thing?"
"Someone call animal control!"
"He shouldn't be here!"
The words stung. He was an Overlord, CEO, the master of this domain, and now he was being reduced to an animal in the eyes of his own employees. He felt the pit in his stomach grow, the weight of indignity pressing down on him.
Vox tried to call out, but his voice was gone, replaced by garbled groans, chirps, and chitters that sounded foreign to everything but his own ears. He struggled to articulate, but the malformed mouth and long, unwieldy tongue thwarted every attempt.
Desperation clawed at him as he saw his assistant, Papermint, across the lobby. If anyone could help him, it would be him. He moved toward him, but his massive size and clumsy gait made the approach slow and painful. His heart sank as he saw the alarm in his eyes, the way he recoiled.
"Papermint!" he tried to say, but it came out as a distorted, pitiful sound. He didn't recognize him.
He couldn't understand the sounds coming from his twisted maw.
Papermint turned to the security team, his voice steady but urgent. "We need to get it out of here. It could be dangerous."
"No!" Vox tried to shout, but his protests were reduced to more incomprehensible noises. The security team advanced, tasers and containment gear at the ready.
Panic surged through him as he backed away, but the narrow corridor made it impossible to maneuver.
He was big, so much bigger than before. His body scraped against the walls, and he felt his claws gouge the floor in his desperation to escape.
The first jolt from a taser struck him, sending a shockwave of pain through his body. He roared, a sound that was more animalistic than he'd ever imagined himself capable of. It spurred him into action, and he barreled through the lobby, scattering furniture and people alike.
The tower doors loomed ahead, and with a final, powerful surge, he burst through them, stumbling out into the cold, unwelcoming city. The cacophony of sirens and shouting faded behind him as he retreated into the shadows of an alleyway, panting heavily.
He collapsed against the wall, the reality of his situation crashing down on him. His clothes, once a symbol of his power and sophistication, were shredded, leaving his scaled body exposed. He looked down at himself, the sight of his bare, monstrous form filling him with a mix of disgust and resignation.
A scent wafted through the air, sharp and metallic, drawing his attention. A pile of discarded raw meat lay near a dumpster, and despite the turmoil within him, a strange hunger gnawed at his insides. It was primal, undeniable.
He crawled towards the meat, each movement a reminder of his new reality. As he bit into the raw flesh, the taste and texture sent a shiver through him. It was abhorrent, yet oddly satisfying, and he couldn't deny the strange pleasure it brought.
Vox lay there, the alleyway cold and unyielding, his mind a whirl of frustration and anger. He had been reduced to this— a creature, a beast in his own city.
For now, he would endure. He would adapt. And he would have to deal with the consequences of this horrific malfunction. How could a simple upgrade go so wrong?
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I don't know if this has been asked, but what would happen if the reader disappeared for Alastor, Morningstar, and Fizzarolli/Asmodeus? Like they were kidnapped or something?
Alright so Mourningstar has kinda been answered by them managing to escape because no way is a sinner getting them out. However, I guess we could go with the theory of heaven taking them which heh congratulations you played yourself because he was fine living in hell and not bothering anyone about anything, but they go and pull this maybe as a power play and they made their own worst enemy because while you'd think it might make him extremely docile you just made him snatch fucking Adam in retaliation and send back only one singular exorcist with the message he better get his baby back or else.
Alastor is concerned, but also partly excited at the prospect of whetting his appetite with whatever urchin who thought they could kidnap his Little and get away with it. This is worse than disciplining on his behalf he's so keyed up that he doesn't even bother dragging them into his shadow. He tells Reader to close their eyes before the giant kaiju tentacle moster he has become drags their captors into his open maw its vicious delight. Will, of course, comfort Reader later.
For Fizz and Ozzy.... you know that scene from Spirited Away where Yubaba thinks Haku did something to her baby?
Yeah..... that's both of them, but mainly Fizzarolli is the one losing his complete cool. God forbid they find the ones responsible themselves. However, given that Reader is an imp the situation has to be handled delicately since Reader can die very easily compared to a Sinner. I think they'd employ I.M.P. to help them track down their baby since Blitzø has proven to be at least semi-capable. Fizzarolli still isn't sure because Blitzø can be so blasé at times and his darling little star is out there without them.
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