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I actually like this hc a lot. It's really interesting, because how ironic is it that the overlord of lust and sex doesnt have a healthy relationship with sex? I do like the idea of val doing it for the sake of keeping his image of "always horny 24/7", and it being a pride thing because he believes saying "no" is showing a weakness.

Val having no boundaries is sad tho. Like really. And super interesting to explore. Why does he have no boundaries? Is it because it has been violated before? Was he never given the chance to set them in the past? Does he think he isn't worthy enough to have boundaries? AGHH so much potential.

I do think vox would somehow be able to pick up signs when val just doesn't seem into it after a while of them being together. Which- is impressive because val's the BEST at masking and acting super horny. Maybe it's the way his flirty smile doesnt reach his eyes, or the way it takes a bit too long to get him hard? Idk, vox just gets it - and when he notices these, he'll double check with val

"you sure ur in the mood?- cause-"

"ofc i am! Why wouldn't I, amorcito?~"

Vox would feel something's off, but he won't push. Cause fuck this shit he isn't good at handling stuff like this either- so they'll just get on with it. Maybe one day he'll confront val about this, because it hurts him that val doesn't trust enough to be honest, but he understands. For now, he'll just make sure to give him the best time of his life.

I headcanon that val, despite usually always getting what he wants, refuses to say no when it comes to sex, at least with his relationship with Vox. It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to that day or he's not feeling up for it, he just won't tell him no and does it anyways. Not just for the fact that's he's built himself an image of being the pinnacle of lust and sex, because I feel like their images don't matter too much when they're together. I just think it's partially because you can't have a boundary crossed if you don't have one to begin with. It doesn't matter if he wasn't going to be asked in the first place if his answer is always going to be yes. Which, the fun thing is I wholeheartedly believe Vox would take no for an answer, if Val just gave him the chance. But that's at least my thoughts on it.

#hazbin vox #staticmoth #voxval #hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #Valentino doesn't have healthy boundaries #because he thinks he has none #Valentino does not have a healthy relationship with sex #headcanon

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okay but we need more hype for blitzø's disguise he served so hard 🤌

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I love Voroskia but she needs therapy

It's not normal to kill you ex in cake effigy more than 5 years after you break up.

(you can see her hand on the knife).

Or keep misnaming him on back drops and screens

Hopefully Apology Tour gives he closer

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It's pointless

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Alastor designs fall into a few categories and your style def falls into the "this bitch is definitely putting that eyeshadow on himself every morning" and I love it tysm

slay (literally)

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RANDOM RADIOSTATIC HEADCANONS

Alastor actually has a schedule that he keeps to — he eats and sleeps on a regular basis. It's Vox that doesn't keep up with anything in his personal life despite having such a ruthless hold on the inner workings of his empire. He frequently forgets (or forgoes) to eat and sleep, and can survive for several days on nothing but caffeine and breath mints until he finally keels over and sleeps for 13 hours straight.

Vox doesn't really get the concept of food as an "experience". He views it as fuel — you eat the bare minimum just to keep yourself from passing out and then move on with your day. In comparison, Alastor is high-maintenance and has Opinions (with a capital "O") on things like food, wine, clothing, etc.

Vox is actually very bad at casual conversation — he doesn't really know how to interact with people outside of his news anchor/host persona (if you listen to him talking with Velvette and Valentino, his voice lapses between a sort of presenter-type cadence and a more genuine, disgusted muttering beneath his breath/breaking down and shouting out of rage). Vox doesn't really like being around people that much either, and tends to hole himself up in his penthouse condo with his work and avoid the general populous altogether. It's part of the reason why he keeps fumbling Alastor so badly — he's the first person Vox has wanted to communicate with genuinely and equally regardless of how he can benefit him. Alastor is an effortlessly eloquent conversationalist and is less than impressed with Vox's attempts at talking with him in a more low-key way.

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Al and Vox!

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Trying to settle an argument:

Who is the most theater kid coded? Alastor, Vox or Valentino?

Only one of them cannot stop dancing and can't fucking shut up even when he's alone (also I realized that Vox is the only one that actively talks to himself like a character in a play stating his thoughts to the audience; my boy literally cannot turn off his performance mode.)

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Let’s Dance

Part 1/12

Takes place in the radioapple human nanny AU 📻 🍎

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Ancient Adam! My Design and some thoughts I had about situations/his thoughts.

Kind of a ficlet!

Adam felt a deep sense of anger that bordered on resentment when Eve began crying for the small bird he'd managed to shoot with the tool an angel had instructed him to make.

Somehow, his wife just seemed lost, unable to cope with the situation they'd been forced into.

Hunger gnawed within them both, thirst was ever present, but she would waste precious waters on empathy for a singular source of food he'd managed to find and hunt to sustain her ever growing stomach.

New life. That is what the angel had told him. New life that he was expected to propagate and care fore on top of feeding and sustaining himself and his life.

This creature would hardly be enough for Eve, unless he found another creature... Unless he refined this tool given to him, a tool Eve despised, they would die.

The resentment was only held at bay, because he could not afford giving into his anger. A life alone, a life without her, wasn't one he would have any strength at all to live.

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The smoke from the wood made him more ravenous than he thought. He'd managed to find another animal, a much, much larger animal with horns and muscle.

He'd managed to strike it perfectly, the feather's he'd added to the end of the arrow made it fly just as the bird had.

Eve was better at breaking the animals he hunted down. He enjoyed resting, after a long hunt, and watching her delicate, intricate fingers work through the flesh and sinew with the knapped rock he'd created for this purpose.

She'd come a long way. It pained him, knowing she desensitized herself, the innocent care she'd had for the animals they'd once been so like, masked and hidden as they tried to survive. While he was gone, she attempted to forage. They continued moving further and further into lands that had green, not the same kind of green as Eden had, but green enough to sustain more creatures. More water too. She'd said she watched the animals to know what could be safe, but also rubbed the flowers, bark, and roots she found on her skin just to be sure when she tasted them to find something edible.

Some of the green she found, she added to the meats he'd caught. The scent, the taste, it was all compounded. As he sat there, his mouth rested against the bow. He gnawed at it, his stomach gurgling and growling, ever persistent in its hunger, only made worse by the long and arduous task of tracking and hauling an animal back to her. The latent energy and nervousness that came from their starvation made him huff out at the same time he plucked the string of his bow. He jumped at the vibration that touched his teeth and echoed out of his mouth, his honey brown eyes widen in shock. The noise alerts Eve, who seems panicked, before he plucks experimentally again. A mischievous smile crosses his face.

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The blood on his hands reminded him of the first time Eve gave birth. It reminded him of the wound's he'd experienced when being attacked by the lions that prowled after the same prey he needed. Sometimes he could not look away from the blood, how it reflected in his mind, that shining, gleaming apple that'd torn him from his perfect home. The same, glistening, shining red that ever reminded him that he would die. Every death of every creature he hauled back to Eve desensitized him more and more. It was beginning to become fun, hunting these creatures down. Rewarding to wrap his beautiful, perfect, precious family within the hides of these terrible, fascinating beasts. Eve looked beautiful, the leathers she stitched hugged her curves and incited the ordained directive within his loins. He wished to see her grow large. Her stomach, her hips, her thighs. There should be more meat on her bones, more children inside of her, more milk in her breasts. More, more, more.

That would require more of him. More of them both. To sustain more mouth's to feed, he couldn't do it just by his bow alone. He also couldn't do it when Cain cried loudly into the night. The sound often attracted predators, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Still he staid alert, bow in hand while his boy cried and his wife fretted. Eve had found a crop of small seeds that she harvested many of and ground up into a paste to layout before the fire. She'd done this a time or two, mixing it with her herbs. It tasted delicious, especially when paired with the animal fat. His stomach roared almost as loud as a lion, but he focused on looking at his wife while she rocked and tutted his son. She hummed some soft tune, she named them Lilith-Bai's, much to his distaste, anger, and dismay. He complained plenty, but she persisted, claiming it would scare off his ex-Wife and her fiendish, fallen angel Lucifer, protecting their son. A chord of spite was struck in him, as she sang to quiet their son. Lilith-Bai. He would join Eve, cradling his bow to his mouth and plucked at the string, allowing the vibrations to fall into harmony with his wife's soft singing. The sound echoed into the night and Adam lost himself to the sensation and peace, the noise of his stomach quieting under his focus on creation of sounds. After a while, he realized his son and wife had both gone quiet and a short-lived panic coursed through his heart. "Adam, don't stop playing," His wife admonished him softly from across the fire. His small boy, his tiny son, had his mother's eyes. Those eyes were focused and aware of him. "Cain stopped crying... He likes your noisy bow... It seems it's good for more than just murder," No matter how tired he was. No matter how much he anguished mentally at the loss of his original home. No matter his loss of peace. No matter the shame and embarrassment he felt. The pride that was stoked in his heart from seeing his small family, made every sacrifice worth it. They made living a life outside of paradise worth it.

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This:

Probably comes after this:

We are going to peace up this episode together one frame at the time 🤣

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See this is the kind of shit Stolas would love

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Need to see more human vox & val!!

The bleach blonde hair is sooooo spicy & majestic, BTW!!

Yep, I think Valentino is a ✨️material girl✨️💅

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*Rattling the bars of my cage*

WHERE IS HE????

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I’m sorry but Stolas emptying the entirety of his fridge onto the floor just to shove his lanky ass bird body inside of it because he’s nervous and freaking the fuck out has to be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

This man is a PRINCE. this man is goddamn ROYALTY. He lives in the biggest fucking palace I’ve ever seen and the best place he can think to hide is inside his FRIDGE??? this is a thirty something year old father tucking himself away with last nights leftovers because he’s so stressed about his date with Blitz.

This is why he’s my favourite. Holy fuck what a lovable disaster man.