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I wanted to design my own female Alastor for funsies and put her in clothes she might have worn in the mid 1930s. Once I’d drawn one outfit it was hard to stop. Of course I had to turn them into a catalog page!
hey yall, it's nina. i've decided to finally bite the bullet and announce that I'm going to take an indefinite hiatus.
I started this account because I loved to read fanfics and i've grow to love these characters that i've been writing about, but I've slowly started to move on to other ventures. I know I have only been here for like a month or two, but I have enjoyed writing and seeing your feedback. Watching my fics get likes gave me so much serotonin. Hopefully I can come back once season three airs. Maybe I might spawn in and post a fic or two at random, but It won't be for a while.
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MY BABY. MY SWEET GIRL. my brother said as soon as he saw her come on screen, he knew i would freak out. and i did. i really hope she doesn’t go through more heartbreak next season 😭💕 {link to ig post}
hello everyone! thank you for the follows and all of the likes! i really appreciate you. i've been a bit mia lately. i've been focusing on my art these past couple of days and i feel like i'm finally improving. if you don't already, follow my art insta @/sixfingeredlass! i'll be posting a lot of my progress there!
i also decided to make freebees for the TADC movie. I was able to get tickets and i'm currently designing buttons so that's taking up my time hhh.
i got an idea for a fic the other day and i might be able to post something sometime next week!
Reader gets sick and gets a surprise visit from their boss
Warnings: none? obsession? | Words: 1720
A/N: okay i enjoyed writing this one! i like writing for vox. i feel like it's easier for me to write him. i enjoy writing all of the characters though so plz don't get me wrong! let me know if you liked it as well.
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"The sharks need to be fed ON SCHEDULE or they'll get SICK!" You barked orders at the incompetent feeders Vox had recently hired. "Get it right or YOU'LL BE NEXT!" You furiously scribbled notes in your tablet. The sharks had sent you a warning alert stating they had not been fed and as soon as you read the message you sprinted to the kitchen to see what the hold up was.
You grumbled as you left the feeders to do their job and moved on to the next task which involved helping Velvette with whatever fashion statement she was trying out that quarter. You were bone tired, all the running around and the yelling of orders had you exasperated. You could feel yourself starting to get sick and it made you furious because you had been trying to save your PTO for a well deserved break. However, Lord knows that VoxTek accumulation rate was utter ass and so it had taken you at least 2 years to even have a week saved up.
"You look utterly disgusting, get out of my studio, you'll get germs all over my models and I cannot be bothered to replace any of them." Velvette shooed you out of the room after hearing. you sneeze for the nteenth time. You tried to retaliate, try to say you were fine but she simply slammed the door in your face.
You sauntered back to your desk, starting to feel warm and dizzy. Goddamn it. You were going to have to use your time off. You angrily yelled onto your hands and began the process of submitting your time off request to HR. You decided to only place two days and see how you do. Sick days for you were hard, you always felt useless and unable to lift a single finger. You had worked at a better place previous to working for Vox but his lackeys had heard that you were a very competent worker and managed to poach you. Yeah, the pay was marvelous but the hours sucked real bad.
You barely saw Vox, despite being one of his assistants. Ethan was the main lead and so he saw him more than any of the others did. And honestly you were fine with that. On the off chance that you shared lunch time with him he always seemed to be on the verge of tears. You shuttered, feeling blessed that you really didn't have to deal with him much. The few times you did manage to cross paths with him, however, he would always seem to prolong his time with you. You weren't really sure why and you didn't think much of it due to the volume of tasks he would always place on top of the ones you already had pending. You think he enjoyed watching you suffer, always trying to make small talk as he watched you juggle multiple assignments at once.
You should probably shoot him an email. God forbid you lose your job because he might suddenly decide to bother you and can't find you for two days.
'Good Evening Sir,
I have unfortunately come down with a sudden flu and have requested two days off. HR has approved my request and so I have asked my coworkers to help with any urgent tasks. I am happy to report that they have graciously accepted and everything will be done in timely order. I will return ready to work as soon as I feel better.
Thank you for your time.'
You signed your name and sent it off without second thought before shutting everything down and leaving for the night. You had no idea that Vox would jump out of his chair in excitement upon receiving a notification from you. You had no idea how he would become upset after reading the full email. You had no idea that he would sit in contemplation for quite a while before clearing his schedule for the next two days. You also had no idea he would begin to investigate everything about you and spending the rest of the night putting things together to ensure everything would go according to the plan he had concocted.
No idea! So you made sure you took a warm shower, and get into nice, clean pajamas before taking medication and sleeping in your clean bed.
You awoke at almost midday, covered in sweat and coughing up a storm. You grumbled as you wrapped yourself in a blanket before meekly shuffling into your kitchen. You should get something to eat. After inspecting the empty fridge, you decided that maybe it would be better to have something delivered. Before you could even open the app, you heard sharp knocking at your door.
You let out a small, "Hullo?" as you crept closer to your door. You weren't expecting company and you had not yet placed an order. You looked through your peephole but it appeared to be covered by something. You waited but the knocking continued. You looked around quickly and you grabbed the nearest object to use as a possible weapon (which ended up being a ceramic poodle you had for whatever reason) and positioned yourself for a possible fight before flinging your door open.
You closed your eyes and let out a cry as you swung but a girlish scream made you halt in your attack. You peeled an eye open to see who let out such an absurd shreek. "SIR!?"
Lo and behold, the television overlord stood on your stupid purple welcome mat in very casual clothes surrounded by various bags. "AHEM UH I mean, Hello there! I heard you were feeling unwell and well… I decided to come see for myself! YEah. I needed to see for myself that you weren't out just to be out. Can't have one of my best employees slacking off…"
He spoke quickly as he straightened himself out, bright blush apparent on his screen. You ignored the last sentence completely and just stood there gaping at the sight before you. What do you mean your boss came to look for you??? You didn't think you were that important for him to come looking for you. Wait did he really just say he thought you were slacking off??? What the fuck??
"Well, SIR," You began trying to maintain composure despite being angry and sounding nasily. "Per my last EMAIL, everything was approved by HR and as you can clearly see, I am not doing well at all. If I were to be slacking off, as you thought I was, I would NOT be standing here before you in my pajamas, wrapped in a blanket. Now. If you'll EXCUSE me, I am going back to bed."
He shrunk at every enunciated word, damn he messed up. He had to think of something quick. "No, wait!" He slid an arm and a foot into your closing door. "I'm- I'm sorry. I panicked. Let me start over."
You continued to glare at him but finally decided to open the door fully again. You crossed your arms and gave him an expectant look. A small oh escaped his lips. "Well… You see… I might have looked into you at work and I kinda spiraled and found out what you liked… and I thought maybe you'd need someone to. Ahem. Take… Care… of you?" The face on his screen shrunk with every word and drops of sweat digitized on the monitor.
Yet again, this man had flabbered your gasts. "Haha!" You let out, doubling over, "I'm definitely hallucinating. I must have a high fever. I'm gonna go lay down. Do what ever you want Fake Vox." You began to wobble away from the door as he scrambled to grab the bags and followed you inside.
"Woah there, hallucination or not, I'm here to make sure you don't fuckin fall down the stairs or slip in the goddamn shower." He dropped the bags in your kitchen and hurried to help you back into bed. "Now go to sleep, I'll have food ready for when you wake up."
"Mhmm." Was all you said as you slipped into unconsciousness.
The smell of food and the feeling of your stomach grumble slowly caused you to stir from your sleep. Your head was pounding and you let out a groan in protest. You definitely needed some medication. As you prepared to move, you became aware of your surroundings. It appeared as if you were wrapped in new sheets and a wet towel was placed on your forehead.
You froze. No. It can't be. "No no no no no." you muttered as you scrambled off your bed and heading out into the living room.
There he was, standing in your kitchen with your apron on, pulling what looked like cake out out of the oven. He turned as he sensed your presence, "You're awake! Good! I made soup. Eat so you can take medication."
"What the FUCK is going on here!? I though I halucinated you!"
"Oh no Babe, I am 100% real and ready to take care of you, now sit the fuck down or I'll have to shove hot soup down your throat." He swung a ladel around as he began to serve you food.
"I'm just trying to understand w- Why me??" You flopped down onto the dining chair and watched as he placed a plate in frount of you.
"Was I not clear earlier? Oh right, you thought you were hallucinating." He leaned forward, palms planted onto the table as he grew close, "I'm interested in you, assistant, and I'm here to ensure your return to the company."
You gulped as you looked into his mismatched eyes. You could sense a bit of… obsession. "Now eat, before it gets cold." You could only pick up the spoon and obey. The food was amazing.
"There's no escaping!" He sang. You didn't know whether to feel flattered that he was interested in you or scared that it kind of sounded like a threat. You thought long and hard about how you wanted to take this surprised visit as you finished your food. Ultimately, you made your decision.
"As long as I eventually get a long ass fuckin break, I'll be fine with anything."
He cackled, "It's a deal!" and you continued to enjoy his food.
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⋆.˚sweet as candy - alastor x hispanic!reader/oc
-Reader/OC keeps unintentionally evading Alastor's presence and makes him frustrated
{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5 - wip}
{wip drawing of reader/oc}
⋆.˚rose colored glasses - vox x reader
-Vox breaks his promise with reader and leaves her heartbroken
{part 1} {part 2 - on hold}
⋆.˚drink my coffee eat my pie - alastor x reader
-Reader dances in the kitchen, reminiscing on fond (yet painful) memories of a certain Overlord.
{oneshot}
⋆.˚does it? - lucifer morningstar x reader
-Reader notices Lucifer disappearing often when he thinks no one is watching.
{oneshot}
⋆.˚you're drunk, go home - vox x reader
-Vox calls you in the middle of the night, drunk.
{oneshot}
⋆.˚always be a visitor - alastor x reader
-Reader helps Alastor in times of... need. [SMUT]
{oneshot}
⋆.˚distance between us - alastor x reader
-Reader rejects alastor's confession
{oneshot}
⋆.˚silver spoon - vox x reader
-Reader has a toxic relationship with Vincent but a non-existent one with Vox
{oneshot}
i am not happy with the last fic i wrote so i am now writing a new vox x reader fic. i'm keeping the previous one so it serves as rejection therapy for me 🥲
A/N: here we go! a reminder that i just word vomit and hit post. please lmk if y'all like this one. i immediately thought of vincent with this song. maybe in this au, he was evil bc he was spoiled rotten and that's why he thought he deserved to grow... brighter *ba dum tss*. ahem. anyway.
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"ETHAN!" A voice yelled from the depths of the building. Ethan frantically placed the papers he was holding down on his desk and scrambled into the office where thevoice came from.
"Yes sir?" He asked, tablet and pen ready to take notes for any requests his boss may have.
"What the FUCK is this!?" Vox shoved a separate tablet into his assistant's face. "You were supposed to keep TABS ON THEM!"
Ethan gulped as he took the tablet and saw a picture of… you. "Sir, I promise, I have been. There were no signs of this being in production at all!"
You had written a song about your life with Vox… back when you were both alive. Vox had always been in love with you. In life, you were a backstage worker for the network he was in charge of. It was a cliche case of you fell first and he fell harder. At one point you were both even engaged. However every thing changed when he died and the truth of his murders came out.
Vox turned in his chair to face the glass aquarium and sighed as his head fell into his hand. "Leave."
Ethan spared no thought and ran away, leaving Vox alone with his thoughts. How long has it been now? Roughly, 70 years… Give or take. He reached back and grabbed the tablet and stared at the cover image of your song. He knew he had hurt you. He would try to bury the image of your face when you arrived in Hell.
He leaned back with a grimace before clicking play.
I'll watch and learn from afar
I'll pull the weeds from my heart and
Put lipstick on for your family party
In the garden
I stare at the house you were brought up in
All the photographs and door frames are wooden
I wish I'd known you when you were younger
Before lovers
Just the first verse punched the wind out of his lungs. The emotion in your voice was heavy. He could feel the pit in his stomach rise into a lump in his throat. These were the pure emotions you refused to share with him. He knew it. He stood from his chair and crossed his arms as the song continued.
'Cause I've changed my accent
And I gave a false name
I hope I throw a party
In a house of my own some day
When you were a kid
You'd come in through the back gate
Your folks left the light on
In case you get home late
He knew you had changed your name when you fell here. You had spent almost a week searching for him. You died a couple of years after he did from a broken heart. You felt betrayed and used. You didn't come from much and when you met Him, he made you feel like you didn't need any of it to be worthy of him.
You thought you had finally found someone who understood you. You were vulnerable with him. You shared how your family life was toxic and you took the job because it provided enough to be able to escape and live a life of your own. He assured you that he was now your family and that no matter what he would be there for you.
And I bet you grew up eating at the table
Fed love from silver spoons, reasons to be grateful
You ask about kids, I don't know if I'm able
I bet you grew up being asked how your day was
I bet you grew up grazing your knees
But the fall wasn't fatal like it was for me
We're the product of love that we do not receive
I'll corrupt every branch of this family tree
He remembered the day he introduced you to his parents. They immediately took you in and showered you with affection, the same way the did to him growing up. It was all different to you. You weren't used to the love that they poured onto you and sometimes you would be so overstimulated you would find excuses to not visit often. He knew it was a lot for you but he would just brush it off. He wouldn't push you, however, letting you have your time away. Time spent with his lovely parents took you back to the dark days with your own.
After almost every visit, he would bring up marriage and children, and growing old together. He painted beautiful scenarios where you would be a stay at home parent and that he would be the breadwinner. He would often depict how you would raise your children and how he would spoil them rotten just like his parents did for him. You could only giggle softly and nod. You were never sure about children. You would always look at it realistically and didn't want to subject your children to your instability.
I spilt the good wine, I panicked
A disaster, a knee-jerk reaction
Then everyone around us starts laughing
Is that how it's meant to happen?
Your mother said I'm always welcome
To visit, to take second helpings
I said, "No, thanks", I'm so full on resentment
That I learned to fend for myself but
His mouth gaped open when he saw you standing in front of him the first time you met in your next life.. He knew it was you despite the slight change in appearance. What were you doing there? You didn't deserve to follow him to the place he ended up in. He always believed you to be a good person with an innocent soul. What did you do that warranted your one way ticket to this inferno.
You stared at him wide eyed, you were a bit shocked at what he turned out to look like but it wasn't really a surprise. He deserved to look that ridiculous. Your expression quickly changed to fury as you approached him. You began to shove him as you shouted, "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" You repeated it over and over again as you were reduced to your knees sobbing. Vox could only watch, guilt splattered all over his face.
You were sweet, I got mean
And when we fight, I refuse to eat
You're sensible, I'm hating it
What a good job that your mother did, oh
You were kind, I was cruel
In another life, maybe I was you
And I grew up into something good
Somebody who could swallow love, oh
You would always react the same when you were alive. Your temper was loud and arguments always ended up in fights. You would always lock yourself in the bedroom for the rest of the day. You knew you were being unfair every time and he loved you so much that he would wait for you to come out and try to act like nothing was wrong.
Every fight reminded you that you were turning out to be just like the family you fought so hard to run away from. You were never really free from them and that angered you more. Vincent didn't deserve your toxic reactions but he stayed. He refused to let you go. He would always say that you could work it out together and that there were brighter days ahead. You believed him every time and it kept you at his side.
I bet you grew up eating at the table
Fed love from silver spoons, reasons to be grateful
You ask about kids, I don't know if I'm able
I bet you grew up being asked how your day was
I bet you grew up grazing your knees
But the fall wasn't fatal like it was for me
We're the product of love that we do not receive
I'll corrupt every branch of this family tree
He remembered you wiping your tears and standing up. He had not moved from shock of seeing you there. He had thought of multiple scenarios of what he would say if he would happen to run into you but he never settled on anything because he never though he would actually ever see you.
When he died, he hadn't imagine that he would ever be found out. He thought he would live many years with the dark secret. When he awoke, he was angry and remorse ate at him. He knew you would find out and it killed him that he wouldn't be able to tell you himself. He knew you would come to resent him. It took a couple of years for him to finally bury it in the pit of his self, never gone but not as prominent, as he began to climb his way up.
After your bitter reunion, you asked him to never look for you again, and. you disappeared. Or so you thought you did. He kept tabs on you, making sure no harm would ever come to you. Despite everything, he still loved you deeply.
Silver spoons and butter knives
Living hand to mouth, I'm getting by
Your love is spreading thin
But my medicine goes down alright
Silver spoons and butter knives
Living hand to mouth, I'm getting by
Your love is spreading thin
But my medicine goes down alright
He felt tears fall from his face as he could tell the song was coming to a close. He knew you had made your way into the music industry. He made sure to make generous anonymous donations to your work so that you were ensured a job. You were good at your job and he could hear it in every song that was released from the company. He just never knew you were working on this. He felt proud, despite knowing he didn't deserve to. Perhaps this was finally a way for you to move on. Maybe he should too.
Silver spoons and butter knives
Living hand to mouth, I'm getting by
Your love is spreading thin
But my medicine goes down alright
Silver spoons and butter knives
Living hand to mouth, I'm getting by
Just feed me love and give it time
Oh, maybe in another life
