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I'm a writer, a spider, and also a lifelong learner (said in inspirational speech tone). Expect uhhhh maybe nothing but also maybe everything I haven't decided yet.
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Posting from the club to tell you all that chapters 8 and 9 are now up! I love you all sm thank you for the support were about to hit the final stretch and I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!
My first chapter of the fic is up!! Slow intro into the tension, full details below the cut. I’m staring at 8+ chapters rn but we’ll see how long it actually ends up being!
i read your ao3 work the longest night and made a comment i enjoyed it the last chapter most can you maybe write more of pethetic vox please? your words is so good i really like it i am sorry if this sounds weird i dont speak the english that well i just really like your write
Vox will be pathetic in everything I write dw!!! But also for now I will hand you snippets from my 6 hour long pathetic vox radiostatic watersports conversation that I had on a roadtrip. Hopefully this will become a full fic but if not then at least the thoughts will be out there!! :D
Pathetic vox concepts highlight reel below the cut
Thinking about how No Bond Stronger was supposed to be ~7-8 chapters, one for each day+ 2 for heat day but I've given it so much plot that it is now standing at 9+ chapters because Friday is now 3 parts, Saturday is 2 parts, and Sunday hasn't even been split into chaps yet. Every time they have sex, i make a new chapter and its going to make this fic 10 billion google docs subtabs long
i think vox as a person should become more unstable and emotionally dysregulated every time he updates his brain to be able to take calls/navigate the internet/manage a city-wide surveillance network/whatever other new task that neither he, televisions, nor the human psyche were designed to perform. he was already fucked up to begin with now he's off-loading all those incidental little mental functions like metacognitive awareness and affective empathy to clear up space for tracking analytics
My first chapter of the fic is up!! Slow intro into the tension, full details below the cut. I’m staring at 8+ chapters rn but we’ll see how long it actually ends up being!
My first chapter of the fic is up!! Slow intro into the tension, full details below the cut. I’m staring at 8+ chapters rn but we’ll see how long it actually ends up being!
Orgy last weekend, No Bond Stronger updated, unrelated Alastor piss 3.7k words stronf, about to celebrate Mardi Gras for 3 days, life is so worth it guys.
Helluva Boss episode where Blitzø sees something about the Superbowl and his dyslexic ass starts thinking the whole country has made a celebration for Stolas, the Superb Owl.
Lucifer and Angel Dust should be whumped by the Vees together, and find solace in each other.
Angel being used to the treatment trying to use whatever power he has to try and keep at least Valentino away from his advances when he can.
Lucifer not even remembering who Angel is, confused why this random sinner is even trying to help him. Used to the depravity of sinners, but this being the first time he's spent time with a sinner who wasn't actively being terrible.
Classes are beating my ass but at least I'm writing instead :D. Gonna try to move to weekly or biweekly updates on No Bond Stronger. I'm also deep in writing a little post- No Bond omo fic bc I'm not task-oriented. And then maybe Vox omo. And then maybe back to my evil character gender explorations
Fic updates are getting stretched out due to my infinite travel plans and sudden homework but TRUST if u are in my askbox or waiting for more of No Bond Stronger, both are coming as soon as I have the time to edit
The reason Vox doesn't have any kind of situationship with a woman despite being bisexual is because when he got to Hell he decided to make up for lost time while being alive and pursue men first, before just choosing whoever caught his eye.
Unfortunately, however, he chose the 2 most emotionally draining, codependent, and obsessive possibilities in a row so he never got further than that.
Surprise radiostatic drabble! Inspired by beautiful discord convos and being absolutely insane today!! ♡♡
For context see scs below! Smut under the cut
The words are interrupted by a giant trembling cry and Vox strains with the effort of listening. It sounds,, staticky. Fuck, it sounds like Alastor. He dials his sensitivity up to 100 even if it means he has to endure the burning hum of the lightbulbs. The sound comes again, low and needy. Alastor groans wordlessly and then muffles himself; it sounds vaguely like he's pulled a pillow over his mouth. The deep reverberation of his voice trembles at thrpught the walls as he fucking whines.
Vox gouges another long scratch into the plush backrest, causing feathers to spill out in a swirling cloud. His hand goes nearly by instinct to the top of his trousers as he squeezes, finally relieving some of the pressure thats been torturing his cock for the past 12 hours. As he palms himself, Alastor's voice echoes out again from Velvette's room where fuschia light spills out beckoningly.
As he strokes, Alastor's voice hits a shaking ah- hah- ha pitch, and Vox can only imagine the way he must be shaking. God, how is he being fucked? Is he cowgirl, bouncing on Vel's strap, each landing forcing air out of both their lungs? Is he missionary, arms splayed as she pulls them away from his mouth? Or is he piledriving her into the mattress? Is that why Vox can't hear her voice. He knows Vel, knows her sounds, knows how she pants out when fucking Melissa in the morning when she thinks it's too early for him to hear. He didn't even think Vel swung that way, but now as he ruts helplessly into his hand, he doesnt care anymore.
As Alastor wails- god, he must be getting fucked; his lungs sound like they're being compressed from the way Vox's babydoll bears down on him- Vox's hand hits a fever pitch. He doesn't know when it's dipped down, totally ruining the clean pressed pleats of his slacks, but it has and his thumb is stroking hard over his slit. His briefs are sticky and he prays that Val doesn't appear. Or maybe that he does.God, the thought of Val's yipping squeaks and Alastor's staticky wails- he almost spills right there.
His hand works feverishly, soft slick noises echoing loud against the walls as his teeth dig in deep to muffle him. God, this is so fucked, but Alastor, Alastor sounds like he's in love with cock and Vox thinks he might be addicted. As his vision whites out with pleasure, he lets his eyes drift shut and then- a laugh.
A raucous, wailing cackle comes roaring out of the speakers at the television, ruining Vox's perfect, deserved orgasm. The screech rips across all the walls in the room, scalding his neurons and eardrums as his heart pounds. That's Alastor. The laughter shuts off abruptly, "Did you REALLY think I was having sex!?!? REALLY!??!"
Alastor's guffaws do not permeate Vox's added brain. What the fuck is happening right now? He's achingly hard and now desperately confused and this has been the longest 14 hours of his life. Alastor continues, "You idiot! You fucking horny little imbecile!" His voice screeches like crunching metal. Vox thinks he can even hear distant laughter and with a startled, he cranks his noise sensitivity down.
Alastor's voice, now tolerable, continues, "That was Angel Dust you stupid little television! The porn star you own."
Alastor drips with both glea and disdain, "Poor Vox, too wound up to even recognize a whore. How pathetic." Vox whines. His hand is sticky as his trousers grow dark with startling fervor. God, there's no fucking way- it didnt even feel- his thighs are sticky with shame.
Alastor's voice croons again, "Vincent, you really shou-," a pause and then Alastor's voice returns faint and tinny, "eugh did he just, laughter faintly blooms out- Val and Vel. Vox scrubs at his eye, leaving a streak of blue. Fuck, is he crying? The voices are faint and jovial. Alastor glints with conspiracy even through the wall as Velvette rings out, "Of fuckin' course he did, he's just that pathetic." Even with his head buried deep in his hands, Vox can not help the way his cock jolts at the cheerful degradation.
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