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IT’S HERE!!!! THE EXPENSIVE PAPER HAS ARRIVED. IT’S SO GORGEOUS 🥺🥺.

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Vivziepop reposted from her official sccount a post that said, “this pride i only humbly ask for people to stop conflating being top with being dominant. there are tops perfectly capable of being whiny subs,” and it included a video of Vox as an addition to it (giving sub Vox truthers a wink and a nod)

I SAWWWW!! I’m firmly a subbottom Vox person and unfortunately my stance in fandom is pretty firmly that the word of god means nothing (to me), I only analyze and form hc’s/opinions based on what can be gleaned from the text, but it’s cool for ppl who like subtop Vox, and I’m always happy to have more sub Vox truthers 🥳🥳! AND fwiw tho I’m hard fixed subbottom Vox for RS, I do think Val and Vox switch, I’ve just always assumed Vox subs hehe.

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YESSS YEAH YES WOHOO GOOD FUCKING FOOD PUPPY BOTTOM RECOGNITIOOOON LET’S GOOOO!!!!

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Octavinelle girls done! I had a lot of fun with these designs!

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I hope Lilith is voiced by Susan Egan. I have never felt so strongly about a voice casting. It should be her.

Like!!!! Please see my vision!!

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GOT!!!! AND OHMYGOOOOD THE HUMAN ALASTOR STANDEE IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS. AND THAT CARD. UGH!!!! SO HAPPY!!!!

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miss Rachel I ask you to find it in your heart to also share a short snippet from the auction au, pleasssse

Okay, but Only because it was also the one my wife voted for. XD (And because it really is super fun haha) Have a very short snippet on the house ;D

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Valentino was behind a podium, rattling off increasingly large numbers with an auctioneer’s flare.  Vox looked out into the crowd, feelings and thoughts mostly locked down behind how much of Valentino’s venom he’d been made to swallow.  To take the edge off, he’d said.

Velvette had been no help.  You’ll be all right, Vee.  If you aren’t being shown to take a punishment, your approval rating will never recover.  You know that.  I read the contract, and they can’t do any permanent damage, all right?

It wasn’t, but he’d been fucking outvoted.

The crowd were all randoms, too.  It was obvious they were proxies bidding on behalf of overlords, but aside from the obvious cannibal in the crowd, it was anyone’s guess who was representing who.  Vox thought he recognized one of Zeezi’s goons, but he couldn’t be sure.

Fuck.  This was really happening.

And for what?  Punishment, yeah, but if that was all, Valentino could do that shit in house.  This was… something else.  And now Vox had to, what, suck it up?  Let some overlord out there pay for the privilege of one full night, dusk to dawn, to do anything they wanted to him?

When he regained his power—and he fucking would—Valentino was a dead man.

Not that that helped him now.

He couldn’t even defend himself.  His power levels were so low, he probably couldn’t even hypnotize Angel anymore.  He could summon a single wire or two, but they weren’t strong, and his electricity was little better than a static shock.

This might not kill him, but the humiliation and degradation—maybe he’d kill himself afterward.  See how they liked that.

And to add insult to injury, the poorer overlords were getting a potential boost to their funds from fucking Val—if they recorded or let Val record his whole fucking evening and publish it, he’d take a generous chunk off the auction price.

Fucking bastard.

Vox was seriously going to kill him for this.

To Be Continued….

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WIP WEDNESDAY (part two)

Without further ado, a selection from the second winner of the poll, Hypno AU!

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“Well, to put it simply, I believe your hypnosis may need repetition to really stick.  And before that, you’ll need to be much slower about how and when you apply it, you see?  Hypnosis takes time and skill.  In truth, it’s not unlike a well-planned seduction.”

Vox swallowed wrong and coughed.  “S-Seduction?”

“You do know how to seduce someone, don’t you?” Alastor asked, perpetual smile turning to something unbearably smug.  And now he was thinking of Alastor seducing people.  Fuck.

“O-O-Of course I know how!  I was very popular when I was alive, I’ll have you know,” Vox blustered.

Alastor laughed.  “Oh, I’m sure, sweetheart.”  He patted his back lightly.  “Now, you’re in luck!  I happened to look into hypnosis during my living radio days!  There was a bit of a spirtualism craze, you know, and I found myself curious!  I watched a man hypnotize a young lady at a party, and I interviewed him about it after the fact.  He was quite informative, especially after he realized my, shall we say, lack of interest in young ladies.”

Vox blinked.  “He thought you were—that you preferred—uh, that you…?”

“Yes, Vox,” Alastor drawled, tone lazy and unconcerned despite the subject matter, “the man assumed I was as gay as he was, the poor dear.  I did break his heart, I’m afraid, but he left with his life, I assure you.  Very friendly and professional.  He’d have been a waste to kill,” he chattered on lightly.

“So you—you know enough to hypnotize someone else?” Vox asked instead of the far more important question:  You don’t like women, but you aren’t gay—but do you… could you ever like me?

“Certainly!”  Alastor clapped.  “It was quite simple.  It’s all about rhythms, you see, and patterns.”  He waved his finger back and forth.  “You want to lure your victim into a state of relaxation until they drop their guard entirely.  Once done, you may begin your work, though even that takes time and repetition.  Let me demonstrate.”

Alastor snapped his fingers and summoned some thrall or other.  “Sit down there for me,” he commanded.  “This will only take a moment, and it won’t hurt.”

The thrall sat down obediently.  “Uh, Mr. Radio Demon, sir, what’s this about?  Am I in trouble?”

“Not at all, my good man, you’re merely to be a learning opportunity for my friend here.”  Alastor’s expression gentled, a strange calm settling over him in stark contrast to his usual mania.

“Now, Vox, pay attention.  To begin, you’ll want a focal point.  Since I don’t have that clever eye of yours, I’ll use my watch.”  He drew it out of his pocket and let the chain slide through his fingers with a quiet clink, letting it dangle loosely from his fingertips.  “A watch makes for a good focal point, because it reminds one of time, and maybe you can even hear that steady tick in the back of your mind as it sways in rhythm.”

“All I need you to do,” Alastor intoned gently, “is keep your eyes on my watch.  Yes, just like that.”  His voice was so sweet, so easy.  No wonder he was such a popular radio host.

Vox had named himself Voice, but the real voice was Alastor.  Quiet but still commanding, powerful.  He could listen to him talk for hours, hours counted out in seconds, tick-tick-ticking away on a gently swaying watch.

It caught the light, too, he realized, firelight catching on the metal and flashing at regular intervals.  Vox’s eyelids drooped with effort as the watch swayed back and forth.  Alastor said to keep his eyes on it, so he should…  He should keep looking at it…

“That’s it, I know your eyes must be getting quite tired now, but it will feel much better if you keep them open just a little more, only a little longer for me.  That’s it,” Alastor praised.  “Well done.  A state of hypnosis is only a state of pure relaxation, a moment of true rest, where your thoughts go quiet and your body goes loose.  It’s easy, and it feels so good.  And a skilled subject like you, I’m sure you’ll be able to reach that state without any problem; you’ll be able to drop into that state for me, won’t you?”

Vox nodded, unthinking.  For Alastor, he could do anything.  His head began to droop, even as his eyes kept staring at the watch.  Back and forth, back and forth, each pass making his head heavier, his eyes more tired, his mind more relaxed, edging closer and closer and closer, until:

“Drop.”

Vox fell limp, head falling to his chest and eyes closing.  His breathing matched the rhythm of the watch, something he could still see, even with his eyes closed.

“That’s right.  It’s so firm in your memory, you can see it even now.  In fact, you’ll never forget the motion of the watch.  It will lull you back to this state even easier next time.  Every time will get easier and easier until it takes no effort at all, until you need only think of the watch to return to this state for me.”  Alastor’s voice drifted in and out of Vox’s mind, filling the empty spaces in his head with his melodious voice.

“Open your eyes,” Alastor urged—Vox obeyed—and there was the watch again, right in front of him now, swinging at the same mesmerizing pace.  “Go ahead and let yourself come up, but don’t take your eyes off the watch.  Can you feel how easily it draws you back down for me?”

Vox nodded mutely.  Had the watch been in front of him before?  Hadn’t they been… doing something…?

To Be Continued….

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WIP WEDNESDAY!

As the winners of my earlier poll were a tie, I’ll be posting selections from both pretty shortly here. (Just have to decide which snippets to post!)

First up is a little bit of the BDSM AU! This scene is from pretty early in, but I hope you guys’ll get a feel for it haha It takes place just after Stayed Gone! Enjoy!

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Vox hopped out a little ways away from the front gate, eyeing the hill to the hotel.  The blinking light atop the radio tower promised… something, though whether it be sanctuary or hostility, he couldn’t begin to guess.

“I wondered if you might show up,” Alastor murmured.  Vox startled, flailing forward and struggling to turn at the same time.  Alastor’s smile was smug.  “And here you are.”

The longer he looked, the more strain Vox could see, in Alastor’s eyes, his smile, not to mention his hands where they gripped his microphone much too tightly.  “You feel it too?” he asked.

Alastor’s nose wrinkled.  “Let’s discuss this more privately, shall we?”  A portal opened to the side of them, and Alastor offered an arm.

Vox took it with a growing sense of relief.  Just being near Alastor was enough to stave off the worst of the symptoms, his headache beginning to ease through nothing more than proximity.

Alastor led them through the portal and into his radio tower.  When he tried to remove his arm, Vox tightened his grip, panic seizing his throat.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Alastor assured him, voice low, but he stopped trying to pull away.  “Why don’t we have a seat,” he suggested.

Vox followed him, clinging to his arm even as they sat side by side on the studio’s loveseat, pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee.  “I don’t know why it wasn’t enough this time,” Vox admitted, apologetic, as if it was his own fault.

“My absence, probably,” Alastor said with a sigh.  “I’d hoped you wouldn’t be affected, but it seems we were both impacted by it.”

“So you do feel it?”

Alastor shot him a rueful grin.  “Oh, certainly.  I’ve been trying to catch your attention all week, my dear.  Luckily there were a few truly pathetic sinners to take my ire out on, but they don’t compare.”

“No,” Vox murmured, thinking of his own dalliances with Valentino.  “They never do.”

“Well, if humiliation isn’t enough for either of us this time, what are we to do?” Alastor asked.  “What have you been doing while I’ve been away?”

“Are you sure you want me to talk about subbing for someone that isn’t you?” Vox asked, doubtful.  “Your jealous streak hasn’t had anything to really sink its teeth into for quite a while.”

Alastor’s hand tightened against the crook of Vox’s arm.  “You make a good point.  Don’t tell me the details, but do tell me what you’ve enjoyed more generally.”

Vox shook his head.  “I honestly couldn’t say.  I was phoning it in.  Whatever was fine as long as it got me down.  I didn’t really…”  He winced, his next words pulled from his mouth without so much as a by-your-leave.  “I was too busy wishing it was you.”

Alastor let out a quiet breath; Vox nearly moaned.  “Right, then.  On your knees.”

Vox moved without thought, dropping from the loveseat with a shiver and a quiet whimper.  He looked up at Alastor, desperate for further instructions.  Anything.

For Alastor, he would do anything.

It had been so long since Alastor bossed him around, since he was allowed to kneel at Alastor’s feet.  How long had it been since he’d really submitted to him and not just let Alastor humiliate him in battle?

“Good boy,” Alastor said lowly.  “I did miss how expressive you are.  I went back to killing people to scratch the itch while I was gone, but it wasn’t the same.  Not even close.”

Vox slumped into Alastor’s leg with a moan, eyes fluttering shut.  “Please, sir.”  The honorific slipped off his tongue as though he’d last used it yesterday and not decades ago now.

“Please what, Vox?”

“I don’t know,” Vox forced out.  “Fuck, anything.  You could fucking kill me right now, and I’d thank you as long as you used your hands.”  He bit down on his lip to try to stem the flow of words.

Alastor hummed, tracing a claw across Vox’s bared throat.  “Do not tempt me, darling.  You have no idea how often I’ve wondered what your insides look like.”

Vox wrapped an arm around one leg.  “It’s true.  I’d carve myself open to feed you my fucking heart.”  The words poured out of him, terrifyingly honest and unfiltered.

“I don’t have anything else handy…”  Alastor pressed two gloved fingers against his lips.  “Here.  Quiet, before you say something you’ll really regret.”  When Vox opened up, his fingers pressed inside, stroking his tongue.

Vox sucked gratefully, letting the fingers keep his mouth occupied, his thoughts finally slowing to a crawl.  He let his eyes shut.  This might be enough, he realized.  Kneeling for Alastor, sucking on the supple leather around his fingers.

Alastor wanted him right here, quiet and kneeling, just like this.

To Be Continued….

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SCREAMING CRYING CLIMBING THE WALLS OH HE’S GORGEOUS. CUTEST BABY IN THE WORLD. HIS BRATTY LITTLE GRIN HIS HAND ON HIS WAIST I’M CHEWING ON HIM. I NEED IT.

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Vox fighting and scrabbling and hissing and spitting, “I hate you I don’t need you fuck off go away” because he’s strong and he’s ANGRY and he’s not going to let Alastor control him anymore, not going to let Alastor fuck with him, and Alastor is THRILLED, grinning sharply, all teeth, amused and entertained and aroused all at once by Vox’s cute little display.

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I always see art of Vincent killing ppl for Alastor like some kind of attack dog but like. Alastor loves killing people 😭😭. It’s his literal favorite thing to do 😭😭. Why would he delegate murders to Vincent instead of doing them himself 😭😭?? Would he not be incredibly angry and offended that Vincent both stole a kill from him and also implied in anyway that Alastor needs or wants his help?? I cannot picture a scenario where Alastor is grateful or pleased abt this 😭😭.

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In preparation for WIP Wednesday! What would you guys like to see a snippet of this time? Last time, you guys got rut fic, so this time, I’ll remove it from the running. I’m trying to decide how much I wanna spoil things by their working titles, so I’m gonna toe a line here XD

Some of these have a new descriptor, but said new ones listed were pretty much all included in the previous “dealer’s choice” option (if I’d started them by then haha) I’d say about half of these are heavy on the porn and the other half are basically ALL plot. I won’t tell you which is which, and it isn’t always obvious XD

Which WIP do you guys wanna see a sneak peek of this time?

BDSM AU

My Fair Lady AU

“Mimzy Punches Vox”

Auction AU

Dreaming

Masculinity

Gossip Chain

Human AU

Clothing

Hypno AU

Voting ended onMar 25

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Vox core.

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I gotta draw this as radiostatic….

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ohh my god I agree so much with your latest post. I tried to be openminded and read top Vox/bottom Alastor but I can't do it. 99.9% of fics have Vox as a frat boy sex addict who constantly hounds Alastor for sex or a rapist who drugs/hypnotizes/etc Alastor into being his helpless victim. It gave me the ick too.

Another thing that secretly annoys me is the heteronormativity. Like yes, Alastor has *some* feminine attributes but being feminine ≠ bottom or submissive. An androgynous/feminine man can top just like a masculine man can bottom.

...But of course this is fandom and everyone is free to do as they like 🙂‍↕️🤷‍♀️

Right! I’m sure there’s works that wouldn’t give me that vibe certainly! There’s so much art and fic it’s impossible to pin things down to one dynamic, there’s definitely works that don’t exactly give that vibe, but I see SO many that do and it just aggressively gives me the ick. I’m just incapable of seeing Vox as anything but a bottom who’s trying too hard to be a top 😔😔. Like you are trying WAY too hard to convince people that you’re a top dog alpha male and it reeks of performance to me, it doesn’t feel genuine, and I know that’s not a popular opinion! Certainly most of the fandom believes Vox is being genuine. Which is fine, it’s just why I have to keep to my little corner with my wife and I! But it is definitely jarring realizing how out of sync your interpretation is with the rest of the fandoms.

I am also Personally not a fan of the way Vox is often drawn like, huge and muscley and two feet taller than Alastor and Alastor is like this tiny little waif 😭😭. Like don’t get me wrong, Vox is bigger! He is! At the very least a bit broader! But he’s not fucking hench like they are of a comparable size and even if he WERE huge being tall does not put you in “domtop jail” lol.

Also like. Re: the femininity, the pilot at least gives us the impression that Alastor does not see himself as feminine. He refers to Angel as feminine, calling him “an effeminate fellow” and so like Nifty, seems to see Angel as “girly.” Obviously we don’t know for sure how he feels abt his own gender expression, certainly he keeps himself more buttoned up and “gentlemanly” in public than in private, but other than that I don’t think he acts more feminine/androgynous/masculine then most of the other characters. As in like, I don’t think he’s leaning a particular direction same as a good chunk of the cast haha. REGARDLESS even if I had a horse in that race it doesn’t matter bc he could still top 😭😭??

Ultimately I don’t think ppl who see their dynamic the other way around actually really think that masculine men can’t bottom and feminine men can’t top, or that height or size have anything to do with position preferences, but I do think we have a fundemental disagreement about the natures of the characters, and while a large swath of the fandom seem to enjoy the idea of Vox being a horny pushy panting pathetic dog top and Alastor being his cold alluring dismissive blushy tsundere bottom or some flavor similar to that, it is just antithetical to the way I interpret their characters and alas, I do not care for it lol.

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Vox core.