#prized acquisition

[hyperthusiast]

Reading your vox owns alastor soul fic, and i find it so funny you kind of guessed canon with velvette "you could discredit him in every way imaginable! Make him a laughing stock!"

Honestly, I kind of want to make a post after the season is all out with a list of all the moments in my writing that got close to canon. I've had multiple moments watching this season where I'm like, 'wait, what the fuck - I wrote this!'

Because the disastrous business proposal in Red with Envy:

Alastor laughed. “Oh, I’m afraid I will have to give you a ‘no’ on that, too! I thought I had already made it quite clear that I see no point to your little alliance.” Vox felt like his world was caving in around him, but he pushed through. “Val and I are so much stronger together than we ever were apart,” he argued. “And you would be, too! We’d be able to support each other, and…” He trailed off because Alastor was already shaking his head, and he was still laughing. Vox had never hated his laugh so much. “My dear, please stop. Reliance on others is a weakness, and I simply refuse to cheapen myself, as you have done!"

And reflecting on their past in Prized Acquisition:

“Well, I suppose you do have sadly few friends,” he reasoned, his voice taking on a mocking tone. “Ah-hah! I was talking about entertainment, Vox, not friends!”

Leading to the moment I will never get over...

“I enjoyed your company. At least until you went and ruined it!”  Vox’s screen glitched in his surprise at the admission. 

^^ Honestly, this entire exchange included bits and pieces of things I'd written, and I'm still reeling.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

I'm totally late for a chapter of my Prized Acquisition fic that was due out today/yesterday (it's technically after midnight), and I'm still not done with it, but damn, this chapter did not get the memo that I don't like to write smut. WTF?

[hyperthusiast]

Prized acquisition: "“You want me to worship you like a god,” he accused.

Fuck yes. “Your words, babe, not mine."

I feel so proud of how the way I characterize Vox in my writing was backed up by season 2. We got so little of him in season 1, but it's great seeing that I still got an accurate read on his character and was able to portray him really close to canon in my fics. The one thing I think I was missing, after watching season 2, is that I didn't play up his god complex enough. I knew he was egocentric and desperate for validation, but I didn't realize just how far it went in that regard.

So, I appreciate seeing this and knowing I at least got it in there some. (I actually remember being uncertain about that when I wrote it, but boy am I glad that I kept it! I am slowly learning not to second-guess myself - yay!)

[hyperthusiast]

Anon who was rereading your owning soul fic

“Well, I had a bit of an interest in serial killers back when I was alive. Found them fascinating. Spent an embarrassing amount of time researching them.”

Hahahaha. Im sure you did lots of researching, im sure you did.

Hey, I knew Vox would have some kind of affinity for serial killers - he was either obsessed with them, was one, or both!

When I wrote Prized Acquisition, my intention was that Vox never actually killed in life, but his obsession with serial killers was essentially him living vicariously through them because he had an appetite for murder that he was in denial about/didn't want to risk satiating. But obviously I left that up to interpretation, and it is totally valid to read it as he was interested in them because he was one - always good to do research on others in the field, after all!

[hyperthusiast]

I'm curious. Have you ever considered writing a fanfiction where Alastor possesses the soul of Vox? Like a distorted mirror of what you created, but with a different world and possibilities.

I have in my head an AU of Prized Acquisition where Alastor finds a way to turn the tables and get Vox's soul, but that's the only context I've considered it. The idea just doesn't really appeal to me.

For one, I just don't see how it would happen. It was easy to write Vox getting Alastor's soul when someone else already owned it, but that's not the case for Vox. And he just wouldn't sell his soul to Alastor. I know some people like to write him so pathetic that he would, but I'm not particularly fond of that.

For two, I'm not really a fan of Vox whump, I'm too protective of him. I do sometimes like it in the context of yandere!Alastor, but I feel like that works better when he doesn't own Vox's soul because if he gets his soul, it's just like okay, he has him, the end. I wouldn't know where to go from there.

[hyperthusiast]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 19: Reflection of my dark RadioStatic fic Prized Acquisition has been posted!

“I freed Alastor last night,” Vox explained calmly, his hand tightening on the Radio Demon’s waist subconsciously. “If Luz did manage to kill me, I wasn’t gonna let her get her hands on his soul.”  “Aww, an’ he’s still here,” Velvette cooed mockingly. “Look at you two bein’ in a functional relationship. It’s sickening.”  Vox flipped her off as she snickered, but Alastor was still watching Valentino, who was shaking his head.  “No…” the moth demon muttered, his voice gaining more force as he spoke. “No, Alastor was here. You summoned him to fight for you.” “I’m afraid he didn’t,” Alastor corrected brightly. “But when I felt the severance of my chain, I decided to come see what the situation was. Lucky I did, too! She was only moments away from killing Vox when I arrived.” An uptick in the static in his voice gave away the emotions that the memory provoked, and Vox placed a kiss to his ear in reassurance. “I dare not think what would have happened had I chosen not to investigate.” Valentino’s eyes had grown wide and they snapped back to Vox in disbelief. “¡Pinche idiota!” he shouted, slamming his palms against the table to push himself up. “Why the fuck would you do something so stupid?!” 

This is a dark fic where Vox owns Alastor’s soul, so please heed the warnings on AO3!

[hyperthusiast]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 16: Betrayal of my dark RadioStatic fic Prized Acquisition has been posted!

Carmilla appeared to have to pick her jaw up off the floor and her claws dug into the table she was standing at the head of. “Alastor,” she snapped. “What is the meaning of this?” Alastor met her gaze unwaveringly. “If you want to take Vox out, you will have to do so without your contract and with a fight. Oh, and Velvette and Valentino are both waiting on standby, so I really would not recommend it!”  Vox’s eyes flickered to Alastor with just a trace of uncertainty in them. On the one hand, yes, dropping that Velvette and Valentino were nearby was a good way to discourage a fight, but on the other… if this whole plan was just to get all three of the Vees to walk into their trap, confirming the others’ proximity could very well be a way of inviting action that would get them there. As for which was behind Alastor’s reason for saying it, it was practically a 50/50 shot.  Carmilla shook her head furiously. “I don’t understand how you can be this foolish. Whatever he has over you-” “Oh, Carmilla,” Alastor interrupted in his most patronizing tone. “You’re the one who assumed Vox had threatened me in some way. I said no such thing! I was simply enjoying keeping you guessing! But I believe the time for that has passed, and surely you are not foolish enough to encourage a free-for-all against the four of us.” He lifted his hand to rest on Vox’s shoulder, and a chill ran through the television demon at the blatant show of partnership.  Zestial raised his eyebrows. “Wouldst thou truly put thine life on the line for someone whom you have such enmity with?”  The Radio Demon bared his teeth in a vicious grin. “I hardly think there’s much risk, Zestial - I know it’s been some time since I had a fellow Overlord on my broadcast, but I assure you, I haven’t lost my touch.” Vox joined in with a low laugh, enjoying the way the shadows flickered around his lover. “And face it, there’s a reason you needed to orchestrate this little coup just to take me down. Just how well do you think this will go for you when you’re fighting every-Overlord-for-themself? But hey, you’re welcome to try. I’ll just get Val and Vel right over.” He dangled the bait, and if Carmilla bit this fast, that would be all the answer he needed. He would know this was a trap. And it would be time to move on to Plan B.

This is a dark fic where Vox owns Alastor’s soul, so please heed the warnings on AO3!

[hyperthusiast]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Epilogue: Perfection of my dark RadioStatic fic Prized Acquisition has been posted!

Alastor straightened up, pulling his pocket watch out to check the time. “It’s late. You should come to bed.”  He was already shaking his head. “Can’t. I have a few things I still need to get done.”  “Hmm. Too bad. I was going to let you fuck me tonight.”  Vox dropped his phone, a test screen flickering over his face as he processed what he had just heard. “Wh-what?” he demanded through glitching static. He spun his chair around to face Alastor, who was standing in the middle of the walkway behind him with a satisfied smirk plastered over his face.  “I said I was going to let you fuck me tonight,” he repeated matter-of-factly. “But if you’re too busy, I understand. If you change your mind, I’ll be in our room.” Before Vox could remember how to do anything but stare and spark, Alastor dissolved into shadow, leaving nothing but the echo of his laughter.  Vox looked back at his computer, then back to the spot that Alastor had just disappeared from. Oh, fuck that. He condensed into electricity and jumped into the nearest camera. 

This is a dark fic where Vox owns Alastor’s soul, so please heed the warnings on AO3!