I think the possibility that Vox loved Alastor at some point and got rejected is the absolute most tragic thing to me in Hazbin. Because the amount of hate Vox has for him is so obsessive it definitely came from a place of broken adoration. And Alastor’s detached nature in comparison of Vox’s need to surround himself by people who adore him clashing hits that perfect tragic rejection trope that just fills a void in my heart.
Because Vox being on and off with Val now seems like nothing but a lustful rebound. nothing but transactional sex to some degree because Vox isn't in the slightest worried about Val sleeping with other people.
But that's the point! Alastor is a MASTER manipulator! He looked down on Vox all along! But he made him believe that their partnership was at least one of mutual respect. He made him think that in his eyes they were equals in his eyes and Vox believed it! He believed it SO WELL THAT HE FELL IN LOVE WITH ALASTOR. And of course, Alastor is on that side of the Asexual spectrum where he doesn't experience romantic attraction at all. So he goes "Eww no." at Vox's feelings.
Vox is in CONSTANT NEED FOR VALIDATION and receiving it from a powerful overlord like Alastor probably meant the world to him-
LIKE IMAGINE ADORING SOMEONE SO MUCH (and being as obsessive as Vox) AND THEY REJECT YOU BLATANTLY!? LIKE ID EXPECT VOX TO GO APESHIT. AND HE DID.
AND YOU CAN SEE HOW ALASTOR SEES HIM AS INFERIOR THROUGH HIS RIVALRY WITH LUCIFER. LIKE HE SEES LUCIFER AS A WORTHY OPPONENT WHILE HE VIEWS VOX AS A JOKE-
And Alastor is so unbothered by Vox that he doesn’t bother to throw shots at him without being provoked, meanwhile he does with Lucifer.
So, I'm not gonna lie, y'all are gonna be a bit pissed (or disappointed) but I'm not really into Hazbin anymore, guys. Ik I had some Hazbin requests, but I deadass don't have the inspo to do it anymore, I'm lowkey not really active in the fandom anymore either.
I'll keep the things I've written up for y'all, but I'm fs not writing more anytime soon.
Sorry to anyone who asked for a request, I might one day do them if I get back in the fandom, but I just can't motivate myself to do em now that the hyperfixation is over :')
Remember how I said I couldn't stop thinking about Ghouls? yeah LOL. Anyways, I finally finished my "Ghoul Guide" which is a comic featuring made up lore about summoning nameless ghouls as well as things about them and their roles!
this by no means is comprehensive of everything I've made up for them, but I'm testing the waters with this comic! if it gets enough love I'll make an additional comic about ghoul origins, element types, and maybe even design non-assigned ghoul outfits for each era costume hehe.
ID in ALT text! transcript for comic text under the cut!
Transcript is numbered for each page the text is for!
A rite of passage for becoming “Papa”, It starts with a will and your judgement
A specialized chamber is necessary, 1) to avoid interference 2) to prevent escape.
After all; feral ghouls are raw elements, And to survive, one must tame them.
Each element has a diversity of strengths and rarity / and the first ghoul summoned sets precedent for how a leader is perceived.
Additionally, the first is the personal servant and an important assistant for life; Often times assistance is needed for future summoning, but a limit of 2 maintains respect to show you’re still capable.
However, they must accept you- you must earn their respect, and they only choose if willing. And they are not always willing.
One must be prepared to face Hell itself. To prove one is worthy to take the stage, controlling the devil’s magic is key.
It’s important to roll the dice and summon a variety, but one may only tame as many as the power of their sin allows, which, naturally, varies.
And while they’re loyal as determined by one’s rank… / Remember: The ministry comes first.
Ghoul records broken by copia.
Record: Most ghouls summoned at one time: 8 (10 including past members), Record: Most obedient first summon (for an amateur).
Record: Most powerful summons (2 S-Class ghouls); All consuming Hell Fire (AKA: “Sodo” or “Dew”); Hurricane From Hades (AKA: “Cumulus”); Record: Most elemental offshoots summoned (3). Offshoots of (then lists the symbols for quintessence and fire).
Hey guys! I'm back from my, like, one-year hiatus! I was finishing up my FNAF fic on AO3 and had to take some time to assess a personal tragedy only an AO3 writer with an unfinished fic can experience. However, we're back on the grind and ready to write more fics!
New JoJo part, but the main Jojo is afrolatino, has a Kendrick song as a stand, and the main villain’s stand is named after a Drake album. And the main Jojo beats him by finding a way to evolve his stand’s ability PURE perfection while the villain keeps needing to be backed up by other users bc while his stand is frightening, nothing beats pure skill in practice.
I was thinking the villain’s stand be named after Drake’s “Her Loss” because it’s the most insecure ass album this man’s dropped (apart from the one he JUST dropped, but I refuse to listen to him diss nothing but women again). And I need this villain to look like he’s ballin’ but actually be an insecure fuck
Also bc this:
ITS GONNA BE FUNNY BC I LOVE LAUGHING AT DRAKE-
But also I’d need like, a GNX song to be the main JoJo’s stand bc I’m obsessed with GNX. And since GNX has a very “it’s not just you, it’s what you represent” kinda vibe to it, it would make the turmoil between the characters have a similar nature.
Bc my idea was the main JoJo’s stand becomes to manifest completely when his conflict with the villain begins. And it has to be some sort of falling out betrayal bc I said so-
New JoJo part, but the main Jojo is afrolatino, has a Kendrick song as a stand, and the main villain’s stand is named after a Drake album. And the main Jojo beats him by finding a way to evolve his stand’s ability to PURE perfection while the villain keeps needing to be backed up by other users bc while his stand is frightening, nothing beats pure skill in practice.
So, I'm not gonna lie, y'all are gonna be a bit pissed (or disappointed) but I'm not really into Hazbin anymore, guys. Ik I had some Hazbin requests, but I deadass don't have the inspo to do it anymore, I'm lowkey not really active in the fandom anymore either.
I'll keep the things I've written up for y'all, but I'm fs not writing more anytime soon.
Sorry to anyone who asked for a request, I might one day do them if I get back in the fandom, but I just can't motivate myself to do em now that the hyperfixation is over :')
But fr tho, I haven’t even had time to draw until now because of my college classes. So have this JJBA OC drawing as a token of my return heheh. Might digitalize it later, but I finally have time to draw and do stuff. So I might pick up requests again soon!! Imma finish off all my Hazbin ones, and I’m gonna pick up on Jojo requests :3
Alright y'all, I locked in today, so it's time to get fed! Flock around!
Vox x fem!reader
Angst!!!
"Can't Seem to Hold Me, Can't Seem to Let Him Go" Pt.2
Part 1
The moving truck pulled up to the V-Tower’s parking, you hugged your torso as you saw them go inside your shared room with Vox. You were taking your dresser and your clothes, your nightstand and your lamp. You were done with this. He’d refuted you and put you at the bottom of his priority list. It was despicable and you hated the very notion of him right now. After all the time you two spent together…
You wiped a few tears off your face as you called a Taxi driving off to your new apartment. Vox wasn’t watching you right now, he was sure to be watching Alastor. So you fled to your newly acquired studio apartment. The only thing in the small living space was your mattress, the fridge, and the stove. It looked quite barren, but it was a start. You knew you meant nothing to Vox at this point, so despite the cramped space you were to live in now, distancing yourself from him was going to be a new beginning for you. A chapter of your life in which you didn’t depend on Vox. And while it may hurt you now, you knew that it would eventually fade… right?
However, your departure from the V-Tower wasn’t quite unnoticed. Despite Alastor occupying most of his attention, there came a time in which Vox HAD to sleep. Thus prompting him to go to his room. Of course, he expected you to be there. Yeah, he’d yelled at you today, but you couldn’t be too mad. Nothing an apology couldn’t fix.
He opened the door to your shared bungalow suite, calling out to you nonchalantly, “Hey babe, I’m done with work for today. You want to… watch a movie or something, I don’t know.” He shrugged walking into the suite bedroom. The second he opened the door, he paused.
Some furniture was missing. Your nightstand was gone and a painting he’d bought you for your birthday was taken off the wall too, nowhere to be seen. This could not be. What the hell happened to you? He ran towards your closet; it was empty.
Fuck.
You weren’t kidnapped or anything, you left willingly.
No no no no. Not now. Not now. This wasn’t possible. The only person who so adoringly loved him was gone. At the cusp of his rivalry with Alastor. The love and validation he solely craved, the very little he had… no, the abundance he had which he was absolutely oblivious to.
What had he done to make her THIS mad at him?
Fuck… That thing she asked him… She’d asked him if she was important to him and instead of replying to her properly… no, why had he done that? Well… he knew why. Alastor. He wasn’t really ready (and shit, he might never be) to truly delve into why Alastor made him too erratic aside from the obvious rivalry.
Regardless of all of this, he couldn’t stand the thought of having driven you away. He took the first object he saw and slammed it into the wall. He didn’t know what it was he’d picked up until he heard the shattering of ceramic. It was a mug you’d picked out for him. He’d left it on his nightstand the night before after drinking a cup of tea. He looked down at it, the little red letters on the now shattered navy blue mug made his livid expression rapidly morph into a self-loathing frown.
He had to find her. Now.
He zapped out of the room, checking cameras, asking around, stopping every sinner in his building for information. And, desperate for an answer, he even recurred to his fellow Vees. First asking Velvette, who somehow had no answer to give him.
Last resort: Valentino. Vox was more than hesitant to ask Valentino of all people about your whereabouts because if he knew he wouldn’t tell him and of course, if he didn’t he obviously would have nothing today, but Vox wasn’t going to pass up a possible lead on finding you. So he stormed into Valetino’s tower, slamming the door open, not even waiting for the girls at his door to open it for him. Upon doing this, Vox was met with an annoyed, nasty look from Valentino.
“The fuck, Vox? What’s up your ass today?... Because it could be me but your little girlfriend wouldn’t like that, obviously.” Val sighed, rolling his eyes. He was watching something on his TV, not wanting to look away because of how invested he was in it (or maybe because he already couldn’t see the screen, so he had to work extra hard to even know who was talking to whom).
“Real funny Val; where is she? Have you seen her?” Vox asked, ignoring his vulgar comment, hoping to seem like he still had some sort of composure.
“Oh, she’s not in your bed right now? Are you really here looking for the little slut?” Valentino chuckled, turning towards him.
“D̵o̴n̶'̸t̶ ̵y̴o̴u̷ ̸f̵u̵c̴k̶i̵n̶g̴ ̶c̴a̴l̶l̵ ̶h̸e̵r̶ ̴t̴h̷a̴t̸,̶ ̴I̵'̶m̸ ̵n̷o̴t̶ ̷i̷n̴ ̶t̸h̸e̵ ̵d̵a̶m̴n̷ ̷m̶o̸o̵d̶.” Vox spat back, his patience waning quickly and his voice crackling in annoyance.
Valentino scrunched up his face in offense, “Shit, fine! Ugh… last I saw her, she got in a Taxi. I thought she had some errand to run. Now get the fuck out of here, you’re killing my fucking vibe.” Valentino huffed, turning back to his program.
Vox wasted no time zapping out of the tower, as Valentino called out, “Have fun chasing your bitch!” Much to his benefit, Vox was already gone when he said this.
He zapped from camera to camera, looking through each for a millisecond. He had millions of cameras and he had to move fast. And this he did! Eventually catching a glimpse of a feature that identified you. He remained there in front of the camera where he’d last seen you. However, unluckily for him, the camera was in a hallway and he had no access to the room behind those doors.
He knocked on the door gently, adjusting his collar and manifesting a bouquet of flowers into exitance and into his hands. He gave the closed door his widest smile, hoping to do the same to your face.
“Coming!” You called out from the other side of the door, unaware of who was behind it. You would be privy to who was knocking on your door, however, the second you looked into the peephole.
You opened the door, looking Vox up and down, “There is no fucking way in Hell.” You scoffed.
“Babe… hey…” He mumbled, his smile weakening a bit.
“Yeah no, drop the bit. Get the fuck out of here, my place in your priority list was left very clear this morning. You don’t even deserve a breakup text, go away.” You huffed, turning around and attempting to close the door behind you. However, the attempt failed due to Vox sticking his foot between the doorframe and the door itself.
“Sweetheart, come on! I’m sorry! It wasn’t that big of a deal, let’s just-”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal!? VOX. I asked you if I was important to you and you replied with ‘Alastor is more important.’!” You yelled at him, outraged at his comment.
“Actually, I said ‘Alastor is important to me right now.’ ” Vox corrected, which did not really help his case.
“Are you fucking serious right now?! That’s pretty much the same thing?! Who the fuck responds to that question with that sort of answer!?” You spat back.
“Come onnnn! You can’t hate me that much over it, I didn’t mean, I was just… busy…” Vox explained; a half-assed explanation in your opinion.
“Vox, you little shit, you’ve been, ‘busy’ for months now! Too busy in fact that you missed MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WEEKS AGO! And here I am like an idiot thinking, ‘Oh, he’s probably really stressed! Lemme hop off his dick and not get on him because he’s gonna feel bad.’ BUT NOOOO! APPARENTLY ALASTOR IS MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT TO YOU!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes as you hit him out of the pure frustration seeping out from you.
Vox took the hits; he deserved them. How could he have forgotten? This is why you responded this way. “I’m so sorry baby… I… you’re not gonna believe me but I did genuinely forget about what days have passed…”
“Fuck if I care, you already fucked up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.
“NO BABE! Please… just… I can’t lose you, please, I fucked up, I’ll fix it! What do you want? I- I- have my wallet here, here’s my card! You can get whatever you want! It’s on me!” He insisted, one rejection away from physically groveling at your feet.
Rejection which you’d sure give him. “Are you trying to buy me back?!” You replied, stepping back away from him.
“No no no! That’s not it! I just- W-what else can I do? No no, what do you want me to do?” He asked, getting on his knees in front of you. Claws dug into the floor as he looked up at you in emotional agony.
“I want you to get the fuck out of here.” You spoke. Nice and simple.
“NO! Please! Baby! You gotta give me a chance! I’ll fix anything you ask me to! I’ll take you everywhere with me if you need me to! Please! I’ll treat you like the goddess you are! Just… don’t leave me… please…” He begged the flowers in his hand already disheveled and lacking petals. He seemed… genuinely afraid of receiving no as an answer to this question. It sort of pained you.
You looked back at him, hesitant to speak again, “Are you… are you lying to me?”
“Of course not! You name it, I’ll do it! I just… don't ask m why but I just can’t stand the thought of fucking losing you…” Vox replied, still begging on his knees for your return.
You groaned, giving him a look of pity, he… he was insecure… this was the version of him where you could see under all his masks… “Fine… I’ll go back. But just know that if you play some shit like this again I’m NOT taking you back. I don’t give a shit how hard you beg.” You replied, taking the bouquet of flowers from his hands.
You looked at them, and despite them being all beat up, they were beautiful…
I love platonic Lucifer! Like obviously he'd be nervous about approaching a crush but I thinked he'd be worst approaching a squishy (platonic crush) cos like if someone rejects you romanticly, probably just because they're not into you that why and you can still be friends but what happens if someone rejects you platonicly? Like do you just because acquaintances? Can you even hang around them amicably after that?
I could see Lucifer practically begging Charlie to constantly partner you up with him in trust exercises to try and strengthen a bond and just pretends that it's just a coincidence, or him just inserting himself into conversations your having with other to be included but that either results in him awkwardly derailing the conversation or him just standing silently in close proximity of said conversation. Definitely would need confirmation that yes you two are indeed friends which may or may not make him cry tears of joy.
(This isn't a request, just a little rant)
I’m just saying that after hearing this, I’m adding some of this to part 3 👁️👁️
Feel free to suggest how you want a story to go!!! I love the inspo you guys give me!!
