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Caged (gore warning) (nonsense post)
“What…. What are you holding?”
“My heart!” I said with a grin, presenting it to him. It still beat in my hands, bleeding everywhere. My chest was torn open revealing my ribs and unidentifiable pieces of me, drenched in blood.
“Holy shit! Holy fucking shit put it back!” Vox said, his screen flickering as he rushed around the room trying to figure out what to do. “How did you- why did you-”
“My heart was in a cage so I had to set it free,” I said simply. I placed it in his hands and made him clasp it between his fingers. “My feelings can never be known if I keep them under lock and key.”
“What-”
“Shh,” I said gently. He held my heart close to his chest. It was still beating, between his fingers, spurting blood across him. My blood. “It still beats, even now. For you.”
“For… for me?” He asked, looking confused. He held it so carefully, so gently.
“I’d let you pry my ribs apart all on your own,” I said softly, running my fingers gently across the gaping cavity in my chest. “I’d let you rip me to shreds. I’d let you eat me if you wanted.” I paused for a moment. “The feeling of your teeth against my skin seems like such an intimate thing.”
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I love this meme so much I'm so happy I can finally draw it with them
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin art#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin hotel velvette#vox hazbin#voxval#vox x valentino#valentino hazbin hotel#hazbin velvette#hazbin fanart#pride month
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heyy ik this is weird to ask but cam you do valentino's daugher x vox idk why but im screaming for content and honestly i think it would be interesting to see if they "got along" you coulf say you dont have to do this i just find this a interesting concept like imagine if they had more of a special bond then valentino and his own daugher plus im sorry if this is to much to ask for
Hi there,
Sorry for the delay! Take a peek at this one- and let me know if you were thinking a different vibe!
~Mandy
“Hey, Uncle Vox!” I called cheerfully as I walked into his office. Two more nights, two more until my final game of the school year. As an avid water polo player, my games were the height of my highschool experience and this final game this year was one I had been working hard towards. I tossed my backpack on my desk next to my Uncle Vox’s and slid myself into my chair.
My weekday routine had been the same since I started school. With my father being The Valentino, and the odd hours he worked, it was my Uncle Vox who usually woke me up early and kept me on a schedule. Brushing my teeth, getting me dressed, breakfast and out the door when I was little. Now that I was sixteen, that morning routine looked a little different. Instead of waking up at seven, I woke up at four with Uncle Vox. We hit the gym together, then parted ways until it was time for breakfast- or more importantly, coffee. Sometimes my dad joined us, and sometimes my Auntie Vel joined us. But with their ever changing schedules more often than not it just wasn’t practical for them to join. So Uncle Vox stayed the consistent one.
“Hey yourself, kid,” Vox replied as he stood up out of his chair. “Your dad is on the line, he wants to chat with you.”
I slid into Vox’s seat and my fathers face appeared on the monitor in front of me. My heart soared. I bet he had a big surprise waiting to celebrate after tomorrow night.
“Hi Daddy!” I said cheerfully. “Are you ready to watch me rock it tomorrow?”
My father’s face looked sad. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about bebita. I’m sorry, I won’t make it. I have a crisis to handle down in the greed ring and I…”
I could feel the sadness wash over me. The rest of the conversation went in one ear and out the other and I tried to hide my crushing disappointment.
“I’m sorry baby, but your Uncle Vox and Auntie Vel will be there and they promised to keep me updated.” My father finished. “I’ll make it up to you later okay? We can do whatever you want. Daddy daughter day.”
Yeah, sure. I had heard that one before. To date, he owed me no less than six daddy daughter days. And the flowers and trinkets he sent to make up for his absence didn’t help either. He tried- I knew it. But nothing he said or did would make up for his lack of presence.
I signed off and put my head in my hands as I tired to keep tears from falling down my face. I felt Vox’s hand on my shoulder and I looked back at him as I bit back bitter disappointment.
Vox seemed to recognize the look on my face. “Aw honey, I know. But we’ll be there. I promise.” He squeezed my shoulder gently. “Your Auntie Vel and I will cheer you on.”
“Yeah, at least someone cares.” I muttered as I rubbed my eyes.
“Now you know that isn’t true sweetheart,” Vox began. “Your Daddy loves you very much, his work just…”
“You make time for me!” I said angrily. “You make it a point to sit with me and go to my games and ask me about my day, I can’t remember the last time I saw my dad at one of my games or even just right after school!”
“My schedule is a lot more fluid than your dads is sweetheart,” he replied calmly. “I understand your frustration, but if your dad could make it he would.”
It was the age-old argument. After a few seconds, I stood up and Vox pulled me into a hug.
“Hey, you’re loved. Don’t forget that, okay?” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Now let’s get that homework done.”
I scowled but sat back down at my desk. The homework rule had been instilled by my father from my first days of preschool. Home. Snack. Work. Sometimes at my pink desk in my room, if it was Dad or auntie Vel picked me up. But more often than not, it was uncle Vox who showed up in the limo and he had work to do too. As I grew, the desk next to his grew as well. From a tiny pink plastic chair to a full grown pink office chair- I sat right by Uncle Vox almost every single day.
His snack drawer too changed as I grew- from cheeze-itz, to fresh fruit, to protein bars and goldfish.
“Hey, can you check this one?” I asked after a few moments of work. “Uncle Vox?”
“Did you try it three times three different ways and watch a video?” He replied back without another glance.
“Yeah.”
“Then, sure.” He lifted his head up and picked up my homework sheet. He glanced it over. “I think this is a quadratic formula problem. You forgot the square root sign- remember the song?”
“I do but…”
He cleared his throat. “X equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus for ac all over two a!”
To his credit, the song was a great study tool. To my mortification, Vox couldn’t sing worth a damn.
“You’re way too enthusiastic about math,” I muttered as I made the correction.
“But I was right wasn’t I?” He teased as he turned back to his computer.
“That’s not the point,” I replied. Not to my surprise, the problem worked itself out. “Thanks Uncle Vox.”
I stood up and leaned in between him and his desk wrapped my arms around him. “And thanks for being the best uncle a girl could want.”
I felt him return the hug. “Love you, kiddo. More than you’ll ever know.”
I released him and he grinned. “If you get your homework done quickly I’ll take you to the pool and run a few practice rounds with you. And then I’ll take you out to dinner- see if Auntie can meet us.”
The work that went into Vox being able to get into the water was tremendous- not to mention he’d be leaving his job early.
“Really? You have time for that?” I asked.
“For you sweetie? I’ll always have time.”
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Will you remember me?
you could've thought it will be angst post, but it's a joke AHAHAHAHA GOT YOU!
I could reserve it for radiorose week but i can't leave you without anything today
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wait wait wait forget doom—
how many packs can Vox run on the Sims simultaneously before he crashes?
he can run pretty much infinite packs, the downside is that he stays stationary while you play the sims on him. i made him make sure i could play sims <3 otherwise he’d sleep on the couch again.
-velvette
reminder i now have a discord server where you can chill, share art, talk to me and ask about my blog, where you can roleplay and just meet some really cool people :)
the link is here < click on the word!
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Held
Genre; Just fluff
Word Count; 0.67k (just a short one)
Warnings; Absolutely none. Cuddles with Vox who realizes the reader will feel better with him laying on top of them (and teases them just a little bit for it). Could be platonic or romantic depending on how much physical touch you have with friends.
Pairings; Vox x Reader
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“What’re you doing, sweetheart?”
Vox’s voice was low and rounded, a soft look in his eyes as he gazed down at you. He was laid out comfortably on his back, you curled into his chest. The blankets had slipped down around your waist and the soft material brushed against your arms. You had spent the last several minutes tucking your face closer against him, holding yourself tighter against his chest. He had an arm around your waist and the other up by your shoulders, his hand brushing along your shoulder blades idly. You already had a leg crossed over one of his, all but wound around him in an attempt to get as close as you could. You pressed your face harder against him rather than answering, eyes closed. A moment passed before you squeezed your arms around him again. His chest shifted beneath you as he chuckled, then you felt him slowly shake his head.
“You just need a little help feeling safe, hm?”
It was gently mocking, so your squeezed him yet again without speaking.
“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry darling. I’ll make you feel safe.”
His grip suddenly tightened and he flipped the two of you over. He laid you out flat beneath him, leaving his arms snugly around your waist. Vox moved his head back from you to watch your reaction as squeezed you to him, his weight pinning you down completely but not uncomfortably. You let out a breath of content. He was probably holding you too hard by most people’s standards, so hard that it was close to hurting you, but you couldn’t imagine telling him to stop.
“There you go. That feels better, hm? Yeah, I’ll bet it does.”
Your eyes had closed against your will, your head tilted slightly to the side where it rested back against Vox’s plush pillow. You forced your eyes to crack open just a little, watching him.
“You talk too much,” you told him outright. He laughed, because of course he did. He was right and you both knew it, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing it from your lips.
You wound your arms around his shoulders to pull him back down to you and you couldn’t help the little thrill you felt in your stomach when he went willingly. For you, only for you, he laid down on top of you and allowed his screen to press flat into the pillow above your head. He was making you feel too relaxed for you to come up with a comment on how he had to angle his head for this position to work, though you felt sure it looked silly. He stroked the tips of his claws along your sides, again constricting his grip and enjoying how your body fell slack at the pressure. You started running your hands along his back as much as you could from how he held you, tilting your chin up to press your face into his shoulder.
“Thanks Vox,” you murmured in the end, glancing to the side when he angled his screen so that you could see his raised eyebrow.
“Oh? Thought I talked too much. Didn’t think I could possibly know what you needed.” You could just make out the angle of his sharp grin.
You let out a huff and shook your head, turning away and closing your eyes once again.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it get to your head.” The words were muttered, quiet, because you were enjoying sinking into a completely relaxed state too much to hit back with anything substantial.
“Too much for you to just admit I know how to look after you, yeah?” You hit his shoulder lightly, at a loss for what to say. “Yeah, I know. You’ll say it one day.”
He didn’t have any more smug comments to make after you failed to come up with something witty in return, and you began slowly dozing off. You were warm and comfortable and felt exactly as Vox had said – safe, being held by him.
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they can't tell the difference between vitamins and speed 💊🚔
my art of the vees, reference to Estonian 2024 Eurovision performance. luv their song
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Zaps and Bolts
Pairing: Vox x Female! Reader
Content warning: Sex.
Not Beta read.
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Vox’s eyes carefully watch over your shivering form. “You… are divine.” He breathes out, leaning down to nudge his screen against your cheek, his fans whirred softly, cooling down his circuits as the overlord kisses you softly.
Your voice comes out shaky and your cheeks flush. “Are you sure? I uhm… I don’t know…” Your voice trails off and Vox sits up, pulling you up and taking your hands, interlacing your fingers with his own. “Why do you doubt yourself my dear?” He whispers, clawed fingers cupping your cheek - he was right.
Why do you doubt yourself?
Maybe it was the way you looked? Or the way that your body looked. Or maybe-
“Darling. [Name]. Please look at me.” His voice slowly whispered, the claws gently brushing against your cheek, sending shocks that jolted up your nerves. With a single touch, the demon had lit your nervous system on fire.
Her heart thundered in her chest, pumping blood - that felt more like lava - through every part of her body. Being with him made you feel alive.
And it made Vox feel like he was human again.
Having you press your lips against his screen made him glitch and spark.
Vox was delighted when you had agreed to sleep with him. But now… he wasn’t worried if you were having second thoughts, he was more worried about your comfort and how you felt. His throbbing cock would have to come second.
“[Name].” Vox mumbles, “[Name] you know I love you right?”
She nods slowly, yes. You did know that.
“You know I love every part of you?” Vox whispers, sliding his hands down to your hips, rubbing slow circles into the flesh, “And I will always love you?” He whispered, kissing your thighs. He smiled when you nodded, “Will you let me worship your body?” He whispered, looking up at you and nodded slowly.
“Yes…” You whispered, your hands meeting his shoulders, clinging onto him. He slowly placed you on the bed beside him going back to running his hands over your thighs and pressing kisses to your lips.
His breath was hot and your body felt weak, like you could pass out at any moment. “Can I fuck you?” He whispered and you nodded.
“Please.” You parted your lips, looking at your partner with teary eyes. “Heavens above please fuck me.”
Vox carefully teased two fingers at your entrance, mindful of his sharp claws “I think I ought to loosen you up huh? You’d be ok with that yea?” He whispered and you nodded. Vox moans, almost cumming on the spot when he notices your arousal fluids dripping all over his fingers. He chuckles when you grab onto his shoulders as he scissors you open, parting your sensitive flesh with his fingers. “I don't want to hurt you… do you trust me?” He hums, sitting up to pull you into his lap, tip of his cock brushing against your folds.
“Ready?”
“Yea.”
Vox groans softly guiding your body towards his throbbing cock, he grins when you moan, letting the tip rest snugly deep inside you. When you nod he slowly begins bouncing you on his cock, slowly, making her used to the feeling of fullness. But it feels so good.
“Haa… can you go faster… fuck-” he gasps and you groan, digging your nails into his back, scratching hard, you needed to leave marks. “Fuck baby if you keep doing that I’ll-” he groans, throwing his head back and gasping. His screen glitches and he spills out a string of curses, cumming hard. The feeling of being filled up makes you moan and cum as well. Vox pants, looking up at you “Hngh… you too? Mnh- we have to get cleaned up… I love you. I really truly hope you know that...”
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t4t radiostatic. No one is safe from my projections.
(CW: gender dysphoria, internalised transphobia)
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“Allow Me to Demonstrate” aka Reviewer Husk has me at a chokehold, the way I screamed in my heart 😭 now here is a memorialized version of it beCAUSE ITS SO SOFFFFTTT IM DE C E A S E D D D D 🩷
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