been putting off making a pinned post, but it's finally happening!! call me mal or fiend (vox's little slut, jk unless...) idc. i used to go by a different name on the blue forum but i don't feel like mentioning it here. you can ask if you're really interested
biromantic, demisexual, & agender
18+; they/them pronouns
DMs and asks are generally open, unless you're weird/invasive
current fandoms: ha/zbi/n ho/tel, ja/mes bo/nd, hou/se m/d, st/ar tr/ek
likes: i used to be a complete illness nut, but i've become more of an allergy hoe as of late
neutral: coughing & noseblowing
not a fan: mess, emeto, & super explicit sexual content
i'm more a fandom person than anything so OC's aren't rly my jam. i also quite prefer fics over wavs. i LOVE art but it tends to be a bit of a rarity for my chosen fandoms?
i don't write as much as i used to but sometimes i just get in the Mood. all my drabbles/fics can be found here
This took so much longer than I anticipated and I kind of got frustrated with it towards the end so it's not proofread at all. The scenario is based off an anon ask I got about a month ago.
This took so much longer than I anticipated and I kind of got frustrated with it towards the end so it's not proofread at all. The scenario is based off an anon ask I got about a month ago.
I am both pleased and ashamed to debut my En//canto fixation (and primary source of dopamine) to the world. About a month ago, after having watched the movie for the forty-eighth time (#momlife), a thought crept into my mind later that night (and I’m blaming the edible for this one): has anyone ever made this Bruno guy sneeze? I knew from the moment I took to Google to find out that I was already in too deep. So I wrote a little something myself, for myself. Part II to follow if this hyper fixation doesn’t burn out and die before I get around to finishing it.
4.6k words - omg look it's my first He//lluva Bo//ss fic!! as a little treat. i have written some sick Fi//zz. next up will likely be some St//olitz? we'll just have to see. also, i know it's a cartoon, but it bothers me that hellborn demons blush pink/red despite having black blood so. flush/blushing in all my writing about imps is gonna be. grayish. thank you.
as always thank you for reading, i love you all, and if you have idea ideas for any of the He//llaverse freaks let me know <3
there might be a follow up to this with more fluff and caretaking, solely because this got to be soooo much longer than I planned and I didn't get to all the things I wanted to. we shall see.
After reading your headcanons I realized I needed a fic with sick V/elv/ette more than I thought I did lol (yes, she's one of my favorite characters. And it'd be funny to see her argue with V/ox as he tries to 'boss her into bed')
(and maybe a fic with sick V/ox too?? Idk you just made the perspective of ill TV man more interesting to me. No pressure though, I'm mainly writing this to tell you how much I liked your heacanons)
LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!! Really enjoyed these H/uskerD/ust fics, they're very nice to read :3
Stay safe, much love!!
Okay, before I paste this fic I just wanted to say thank you, like, so much?? Anon, both your request and your response to my post absolutely made my day! It's not weird at all, I genuinely appreciate what you said and I promise not to overwhelm myself<3 But seriously, receiving requests and comments and other little things never fail to make my day. I'm so glad people are actually enjoying the content I'm putting out cause I really posted that first fic with the intention of just deleting once the hype passed, but now I just keep getting more motivated to work on my writing and art! You guys are all so kind and so talented and I just wanted to say thanks for the support and also the fantastic content you all provide😭
That having been said, I hope this fic checks all the boxes! I'm on the fence about whether or not I like it, but I've been on such a perfectionist kick lately that I need to post it now or I'll never do it lol, hope y'all enjoy almost 3,300 words of two sick overlords being stubborn and a third just being stupid!
MINORS DNI THANKS!!
Am I My Co-Worker’s Keeper? (Yes, Actually, You Are.)
Vox shot up in a rush of adrenaline, a string of static electricity snaking from his screen, down his spine, and all the way to his toes. A groan rumbled out of the rumpled businessman as the vibrations of an incoming call echoed through his head. Placing fingers to his would-be temple, Vox slung the call onto one of the many busy screens in front of him. While his head still rang from the disruption, the voice emitting from the speakers was all-too clear.
“Vox? Voxxy, you with me baby?”
While Valentino’s voice sounded somewhat laced with concern, the screen’s impeccable visuals gave away his truly agitated state. A raised eyebrow would’ve been indicative of some modicum of genuine curiosity, but the glaring sideways glance said otherwise.
Rubbing the lingering fuzz of static from his screen, Vox could only manage a hum in the affirmative. With the steady pounding in his head and the desiccated state of his throat, he wasn’t willing to risk any other audible or physical response.
Valentino turned away from the screen for a moment, yelling at a nearby lighting assistant in a string of threatening spanish. The moment of distraction proved itself useful for the other demon to clear his throat as well as his head, taking in his surroundings.
He was in his office, his desk surrounded by busy screens and an ethereal blue light glowing throughout the room. A mess of papers were scattered before him and a nearby screen read the time: 4:28pm, only about a half-hour until his scheduled work time was up. When had he fallen asleep? It didn’t seem like anything had even gotten done; only a few of the papers before him were– at most– half-finished.
“Listen– Velvette’s all…” The pimp swirled his hands around his head for emphasis, “up in a tizzy because of this– this show tomorrow but–” Glowing red eyes did their best approximation of an eye-roll as Valentino searched for the right words.
Yeah, I went whole ass horny with this one. One-sided fet!Vox pining after a drunk Alastor shows up hurt and sick at his doorstep. Lots of angsty shitass banter and a sprinkle of sexiness.
cw for a Val cameo and whump with blood mentions. Enjoy!
Vox’s security monitor keeps fucking glitching. His own screen flickers and Vox’s left eye squints, mouth forming a tilted line of annoyance. He lifts a teal claw to tap the screen but it fuzzes anew and in tune with a squalling sound.
What the fuck? This screen is brand fucking new!
He fills his lungs to call out for a fledgeling demon when another sound stops him. From the front of the building.
What the electric fuck?? It’s 2AM. Who the--
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The sounds twin with the glitching on the screens he was in the middle of editing with.
Rgh. I’m being stupid. Glitching electronics happen.
Still…
He rises from his personal study and follows the sound, finger scraping along the base of his screen like he used to do to his living chin before a big meeting.
The halls, unlike those in Vox’s security room, were dim, low light. The glow of his screen is enough to guide the way toward the double doors leading him in the direction the strange static leads him. Each speaker he passes grows louder, less crisp.
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It can’t be that. I saw him get fucked up. He wouldn’t come here. Why the f--
He wrenches the front door open to a pathetic, bloody, giggling--
“Alastor??”
“Why hellooo Vox~ Kfh-HK٨ــEHaha!!”
His smirk is cradled in flushed cheeks and beaded by dots of thick ichor. Holy shit. The fucking Radio Demon is crumpled on Vox’s front porch, folded into a disheveled pretzel, ears asymmetrical, eyes half black and glossy.
Alastor's slated to be on air in five or so minutes, and he's not about to forego his punctuality just because of a tiny, insignificant tickle. It dawns on him, just how ridiculous the situation is; he's an all-powerful, almighty, feared Overlord of Hell who can slaughter denizens in the blink of an eye, but can't fight back against a would-be sneeze. Hell, he can't even sneeze on command. Anything at the snap of his fingers, with this one silly exception...
In theory.
It's a poor idea. Stupid and horrifyingly desperate. But he's alone, and the radio tower is an entirely separate entity; everyone in the hotel knows better than to come knocking between the hours of x and y. He casts a cautious glance at his shadow, chides himself for being afraid of a literal extension of his demonic form, triple checks that he's not broadcasting, and snaps his fingers.
Word count: 7.5K
Content tags: snz with feelings, post-s1, possessive!Vox, rivals to sort-of-rivals, insults, casual cannibalism, voodoo, and wendigo imagery, fluff but they're both assholes about it
Summary: Vox misses another opportunity to gloat. Though this time, it is voluntary.
I hate that I can't bring myself to say the word "sneeze" out loud. ever. Can't remember when was the last time I said it in a conversation. I can write it, but I can't say it fr.
And since I speak spanish, it's even worse, bc in english is somewhat decent like it sounds cute or whatever, but in spanish??? it's demonic. who tf thought it was a good idea to call it "estornudo"??? 😭😭😭
Been working on this one for a bit. I love the delicious rivalry between Al and Luci, so I toyed with that a bit and made it spicy with some snz. I also am really enjoying the text flair I'm getting to play with for all these characters, so I hope yall are liking that. Ahaha. Enjoy!!
“That one needs to go over here!” Charlie points as she heaves one of the freshly slated planks of wood for the hotel revamp. “Can you cut three more for us, dad?” she smiles sweetly at Lucifer who sits crosslegged in front of a pile of wood.
He nods, dragging the back of his arm across his forehead. “I, uh, I’ll go head and do that, sure.”
Her eyes are bright and full, like the sun he never saw. “Dad,” she beams at him, “thank you for this.”
He tilts his head, “For what, Char Char?”
“For helping. For putting in so much effort. For,” she pats one of the planks, “for wanting to do it this way.”
Lucifer’s brows rise. “Th-this way?”
Charlie strides off before he can ask her to elaborate. His eyes flick back to the uncut wood and his lips tip down in a pout.
“Problem?” A staticky trill sends Lucifer’s hackles up.
“What?” Lucifer snaps, grabbing one of the slabs of wood, dragging a sharp claw deftly down the middle and cutting it as if it were a razor saw. Small fluffy flakes snow the air around him, making his cheeks fuzz. “Hhhfff…” his brow scrunches and a flush spreads from the circles on his cheeks. “Hieh--HiSFFH!”
Ladies, Gentlemen and Other Assorted Humans, The Moment You've All (maybe) Been Waiting For...
Okay. So.
When I was writing this, I had the (mistaken) idea in my head that Alastor's radio tower was like. On the entire other side of the Pentagram, and not, ya know, literally on the side of the hotel.
What I'm saying is, I had to rewrite this for accuracy once already so nobody come at me about Rosie being involved before she was introduced in the show's timeline (this takes place not long after episode 4) and god damn it Alastor can have a fancy little balcony in his room as a treat even though we've seen his room and he doesn't have one (if half his room can be a swamp, who's to say he can't just click those fingers and have a balcony?)
This has taken For Fucking Ever to do and I'm actually doing it in two parts so as not to keep ya waiting any longer.
@zensations35 I would like to thank you specially for your kind words when I sent part of this anonymously to you about a month ago. You are the reason I got brave enough to come here, and I have been enjoying it immensely.
Now, without further ado, I introduce to you...
Radio Silence (Part 1) - A/las/tor
“Gooood morning, Alastor!” came the chirping voice of Charlie Morningstar as she twirled into the Radio Demon’s quarters, her eyes bright and her mood, as usual, higher than everyone else in Hell put together.
Alastor was still asleep, which was weird - he was up by nine, every morning, without fail.
Charlie glanced at the clock on the wall, which had just ticked by 9:04.
On the one hand, Alastor would probably kill her for what she was about to do. But she supposed her greatest weakness was caring too much about her friends...
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