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[neurotoxin-icons]

Welcome! Feel free to call me Toxin He/Him | Mid 20s | Icon maker BPD + AuDHD . Butchtwink . Enbian . Otherkin

Feel free to submit requests for icons from shows/games/movies etc, I'm picky about them though, I won't be making icons from media I dislike.

DNI: Endos/Endo supporters, radqueers/radqueer supporters, people under 16, terfs, zionists

Decor credit

[ruxree]

I am normal and can be trusted with ships

[vrawliney]

can't stop drawing them

[vrawliney]

and a very silly addittion

it's so fluff I'm gonna puke (my soul needs it sorry)

[cringefailvox]

no because why did he call her up like this just to act like an irony-poisoned high schooler asking a girl out on a date for the first time

[ruxree]

dorks

[t-hal-mothman]

some time ago I saw a DRAW THIS IN YOUR STYLE from FobusG from X with fem VoxVal

INITIALLY, I just left the art as a checkmark "try it sometime", because I had never participated in such a thing and was worried about trying it… but sitting before work, I decided to warm up… I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND HOW, BUT I rolled d20 to warm up… and got carried away

So… staticmoth

[foxxx-deal]

guarantee .

[radomonis]

AHHHHH this drawing is one of my favorites. I adore how it turned out!! their expressions, their faces, the colors… even the lettering, if we just ignore my questionable handwriting (?)

it might be a bit of a spoiler for my AU, but I honestly don’t care. writing will take me way longer than drawing, and I can’t stop the ideas once they show up. 😈

it’s no surprise to anyone that, at a certain point, Vox starts doing genuinely good things for Charlie. he doesn’t change THAT much—he’s still Vox, with his personality, his quirks, his addiction to power, control, and attention. but with Charlie, he learns to live with that side of himself in a less destructive way, and discovers that his qualities can also be used for something positive.

I have absolutely no trouble imagining this man giving her the best publicity campaign in history. and rubbing it right in Alastor’s face while he’s at it. helping Charlie better than him… 😂😎✨

[dreamkisser4]

Vox/Charlie, I love their dynamic

[paleofossyl]

You make me wanna make you fall in love!

too tired to ink anymore, they deserve a happy lil dance as a treat

[hypnoticmoth]

Vintage Staticmoth my beloved.

No text version under the cut ~

[vrawliney]

UMM okay um okay HUGE SHOUT-OUT to @polmin and her recent HOT AND BEAUTIFUL art of these two dorks. I loved the idea and the pose she used and just wanted to draw them like that too т_т Polmin THANKS FOR THE FOOD 🙏

[paletemple-deactivated20260304]

Experimenting with coloring.. girl whatever

My hc that Valentino used to be a performer before he met Vox and started doing business with him 💅

[ruxree]

Staticbelle / Voxlie animation | This Hurts - Mindless self indulgence

[yakimaki05]

PEAK POLY VEES:

(the relationship is literally a V)

[t-hal-mothman]

Hurts

past Vox is smaller than present Vox, I just can't prove it yet.

[radomonis]

Another day gone. 'Another day survived. After an endless workday, Vox has been wandering aimlessly for hours until his feet —or his misery— lead him straight to the Hazbin Hotel’s façade.

He hates it. He hates how immaculate it looks. He hates the cheerful lights glowing through the windows. He hates that it looks… successful.

He’s muttering insults to himself when the door suddenly opens. Charlie steps out, papers in one hand, a headset in the other —clearly busy, clearly still on the clock. She looks up.

She freezes.

So does he.

It’s not an awkward silence. It’s a hostile one.

(CHARLIE)

"…Vox."

There’s no warmth in her voice. No smile. Not even gentle surprise. Just tension. Charlie lowers the papers, clutching them to her chest, her posture tightening as if she’s ready to shield anyone standing behind her.

(VOX)

(raising his hands, theatrical, bitter)

"Right. Of course. Perfect. Go on, princess, go on and make fun of me."

Charlie narrows her eyes—the expression is closer to Vaggi’s than her own.

(CHARLIE)

"I wasn’t going to make fun of you."

(too cold for her)

"But I am wondering what the hell you’re doing here."

Vox bristles instantly. As always.

(VOX)

"What, can’t I stand on a public sidewalk without being interrogated? Damn, didn’t know the place came with a fucking dictatorship package."

Charlie steps toward him. Not aggressively —but with authority. An authority Vox isn’t used to seeing in her.

(CHARLIE)

"Vox, you have done terrible things. To my family. To this city. To me."

He tries to respond, but she cuts him off with a clarity she only has when she’s truly angry.

(CHARLIE)

"So no— I don’t trust you.

And you don’t get to show up unannounced and expect me to be polite about it."

The hit lands clean. Vox sucks in a breath as if he’d swallowed a knife.

(VOX)

"Oh, fantastic. Great. I walk by and suddenly I’m the enemy of the state. Splendid."

Charlie looks at him like she’s staring at someone dangerously unstable.

(CHARLIE)

"Don’t do that."

(VOX)

"Do what?"

(CHARLIE)

"Act like you’re the victim."

That shuts him up for a second. And Vox hates being shut up.

(VOX)

"I didn’t come here to start anything."

(CHARLIE)

"Good. Because you’re not coming inside."

Vox raises an eyebrow, pride clearly stung.

(VOX)

"Wasn’t asking for a room, princess."

Charlie takes a deep breath. She steadies herself, a little calmer, but still firm.

(CHARLIE)

"Then what were you doing here?"

The silence grows heavy. Vox looks away, one of his antennas lowering—just slightly. A microscopic gesture, almost imperceptible… but Charlie notices. And it throws her off, just for a moment. Enough.

(VOX)

(low, irritated, unintentionally vulnerable)

"I was just walking."

Charlie narrows her eyes, distrustful to the core. But there’s a part of her—a very small one—that recognizes the nuance: that isn’t a lie.

(CHARLIE)

"Then walk somewhere else."

The words land hard, not cruel. Vox lets out a bitter, quiet laugh.

(VOX)

"Right. Of course. Should’ve known better than to expect anything different."

He turns, ready to leave. Charlie follows him with her gaze. Her posture relaxes… just a bit. So does her jaw.

[ Because Vox walks like someone running from more things than just the hotel. ]

And that part of her—the one that still believes every demon hides a rainbow inside—feels a sharp stab of doubt. She doesn’t look away yet, even though she knows she should. It’s been over a month since Vox vanished off the map: no broadcasts, no attacks, no scandals, nothing.

All of Hell made memes, theories, bets.

She… avoided thinking about it too much.

And now he’s there, standing at the door of her hotel. Defeated. Silent. Strange.

(CHARLIE)

"…Vox?"

He stops—just for a second. As if her voice tugged at his chest. He turns slightly, offering her his profile without getting any closer.

(VOX)

"Don’t think too much of it, princess. I said it. Just walking by."

Charlie crosses her arms, clearly irritated.

(CHARLIE)

"You walked by here?"

A crooked smile flickers across Vox’s screen. It’s not kind. It’s not playful. It’s a defense mechanism.

(VOX)

"What? Can't I check out what the competition is building? Maybe take notes? Maybe steal some design tips?"

Charlie clenches her teeth.

(CHARLIE)

"Can you stop? Seriously? You didn’t learn anything? We don’t have to keep fighting! There’s literally no reason for it!"

Vox’s antennae stiffen this time. That kind of sentence—hopeful, honest, childish by his standards—sets his nerves on fire like burnt wires.

(VOX)

(he steps towards her, angry)

"Don’t give me that crap, Charlie."

Her eyes widen in indignation. Very few people raise their voice at her like that, fewer still someone who almost destroyed her entire dream.

(CHARLIE)

"Excuse me?"

(VOX)

"No, seriously. Spare me the pretty speeches. Because you—"

(he points at her sharply)

"—you can’t possibly still think someone like me could be redeemed."

The words come out like poison. As if he needs to hurt himself before she can.

(VOX)

"After everything I’ve done. After what happened. After I almost—"

(he cuts himself off, fists clenched)

"You’re not gonna stand there and tell me you—"

He waits for the sentence. He waits for it with the desperation of someone who needs to be rejected to justify his hatred.

Charlie looks at him steadily, unmoving. The wind stirs her hair slightly, but her expression doesn’t change. And then, with the same firmness as the first time—the one he never managed to forget—she answers:

(CHARLIE)

"I still believe anyone can be redeemed."

Vox freezes completely.

No mockery.

No irony.

No flicker of doubt.

It’s exactly the same phrase. The same conviction. The same unbearable light. Vox feels something impossible to describe. Rage. Relief. Shame. Pain.

And deep, deep down, something worse: an internal tremor that feels dangerously close to…

(VOX)

(his voice low, almost a growl)

"…Why?"

(CHARLIE)

"Because it’s the truth."

He takes a step back. As if that light burned. As if he didn’t deserve it. As if he hated it. As if he needed it.

(VOX)

"You’re out of your mind."

(CHARLIE)

"Maybe. But I won’t stop saying it."

Silence. The kind of silence that splits lives in two. Charlie turns, ready to go inside. Vox watches her as if he wants to follow. As if he can’t. As if he shouldn’t.

She opens the hotel door, and without looking at him:

(CHARLIE)

"Don’t come inside."

(her hand trembles on the doorknob)

"Not yet."

The door finally closes.

(VOX)

"... Tsk. You'd wish."

But he remains outside, her words echoing inside his mechanical chest.

"I still believe anyone can be redeemed."

Like a blow.

Like a wound.

... Like a fucking miracle.

wow, this one was intense, wasn't it? 🫣

part one here!

the most important thing for me was establishing that this relationship wouldn’t come out of nowhere.

I wanted a complicated slow burn — a hostile beginning, but with the possibility still open. in this AU, there has always been a spark between Vox and Charlie, ever since the very first time they met. and here, the echo of that first encounter comes back with the words that started it all: ‘I believe anyone can be redeemed.’

Vox, without meaning to, without intending to… starts to listen.