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soulrms Β· 27 days
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π™š taehyung ⋆ headers ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ β€” icons
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κͺ†ΰ§Ž Λšβ‹… like or reblog if you use π–Ή­
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messybouquetoflilies Β· 2 years
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making a discord server for all my kinky moots of my old blog to play among us together was such a good time. Will i ever do it again? probably not... but maybe πŸ‘€
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arinmoss Β· 4 months
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Shadowheart :^)
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dahldahlbills Β· 5 months
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he connected the dots
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dizzybizz Β· 1 year
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i mean i did say i would do it so
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achillesthv Β· 2 months
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β›π™π™§π™žπ™šπ™£π™™π™¨, 𝙅π™ͺ𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙀𝙧 π™£π™€π™¬βœ
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tookio Β· 7 months
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β–‘ πŸͺ½πŸ§„ β’‘ β ¨β ‚ rainy days
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s-unie Β· 2 months
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γ…€βΈΊγ…€ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘– (𝒆𝒏𝒅) 𝑠
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π”“• 𝆬 π–Ώπ—‹π—‚π–Ύπ—‡π–½π—Œ πŸ’­
𑁀 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘡 π–Ώπ—ˆπ—‹ π—‡π—ˆπ— β­’ Λ³ ⊹
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𝗂𝖿 π—π–Ίπ—Œ 𓍼 π—’π—ˆπ—Žπ—‹π—Œ ?
𝑑. 𝟫𝟧 𝆬 κ”«
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tastefulbean Β· 7 days
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V design!!! We were robbed of her cool scarf
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upon-the-snow Β· 1 month
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more eight & charley!
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808ss Β· 17 days
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β€α©§β €β €β €β €π™šβ €β €β €π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—‹π—Œ 𝗂𝗇 π—Œπ–Όπ–Ίπ—‹π—Œβ €β €β €βƒ˜π‡ˆβ €β €β €β €ΰͺ‡ΰͺ‰
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bad-and-drawn-that-way Β· 2 months
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What about the moment Vox realizes he's head over heels in love with the reader? What made him fall for them, too? I'm such a sucker for moments like that. 😫
Short little drabble from bed! This is pre-hotel! (God, we need more visuals of him. I crave more gif options)
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Unread Notification [Vox x Reader]
It snuck up on him.
Vox liked to think he was a self-aware guy. He knew his temper was easily triggered, and he spent years crafting charisma and charm to compensate. He knew he overworked, and though he'd never admit it out loud, he knew his weaknesses. So there was no reason his feelings for you should have caught him off guard.
Vox had a type. Or at least, he thought he did. He was attracted to power. To cutting edge personalities full of ambition. He thought he loved the rush of excitement that came with the more cutthroat personalities, even though more often than not, the repercussions of playing with fire was getting burned.
It was after getting burned once again by the careless hands of Valentino that Vox met you. The two of you crossed paths at a club where Valentino had dragged Vox in the name of blowing off some steam. Vox didn't feel up to the loud and busy scene, but he'd been desperate for Valentino's affection and was hoping his needs would finally be satiated. He should have known better. Because of fucking course Angel Dust had to be there.
It would matter if Vox just cut his losses and went home to angrily jerk off, but it didn't matter if he stayed. He'd never hear the end of it from Valentino if he left. The moth would just complain about Vox being needy. It had happened before.
So Vox was stuck sitting at a bar in a club that he didn't even want to be at in the first place while Valentino doted on his favorite collared pet. When Vox noticed you sitting beside him at the bar, watching Valentino and Angel Dust with similar disdain to his own.
At first, he thought you were just some random fangirl, but he quickly learned you had actually shown up because Angel had asked for a night on the town to recover from a porn shoot. You clearly weren't a fan of how things had developed, but the memory of how poorly things went the last time you tried to intervine in his addiction to Valentino's poison was fresh in your mind.
So despite how badly you wanted to leave the crowded place and just go home, you stayed. Just in case. You couldn't abandon him even if it was clear he was too far gone from Valentino's aphrodisiacs to be aware of your presence any longer.
At first, you were hesitant to voice your own frustrations about the reoccurring patterns to Vox. He was the overlord in a fucked up situationship with Valentino, after all. However, after a couple of drinks, Vox had gone off on several of his own rants and by the end of the night you had both let out all of your frustrations in a tipsy moment of relief. And no, not in the way you're thinking.
Eventually, the two of you left the club. It was late, and to both of your disdain, you'd lost track of the company you'd arrived with. It didn't seem to matter to the warm hell night, as you found an empty park bench to sit at and started shooting the shit. It was the start of an unexpected friendship that somehow grew into more without Vox realizing.
He'd come to look forward to the stupid memes you'd text him while he was at work. He liked coming over to your shitty apartment and despite how much he bitched about getting fur on his suits, Vox had passed out on the couch with you and your hellcat several times during movie nights. Unlike with the Vees, if you came to him to vent about your day, he genuinely listened. He wanted to provide the relief you gave him when he'd vent to you.
The realization of his feelings hit him like a freight train. As blaringly obvious the loud horns and bright lights may have been to any outside observer, Vox had blindly tied himself to the track without even knowing where he found the rope.
You had fallen asleep on his shoulder after the two of you spent the night marathoning some old, poorly written romcom series. There was popcorn on the floor from where you had thrown the pieces at the horribly stupid couple on the screen while Vox yelled at them for their emotional constipation. Your hair was messily framing your face as the tiniest little snores escape you on occasion. There was a small train of drool running down your chin, and Vox couldn't help but chuckle at how gracelessly you slept.
Without thinking, he tossed a blanket over you and leaned back, so he held you against him where he now lay on the couch. His arms draped over your back, and he smiled softly as your cat noticed the new position and hopped up to lay between your legs. Vox closed his eyes, content as he slowly rubbed your back and let himself relax.
He loved the smell of your shampoo. He loved how he had to use lint rollers after cuddling with you, as stupid and annoying as it could be to keep up the habit. It was worth it, just to remember your smile when he'd find a strand of fur he missed. He loved your stupid sense of humor, and he loved how at peace he felt when he was with you.
For as much as he loved his power and business, he loved getting to let his walls down with you more. He loved getting to just be the dorky guy with a bow tie and vest you poked fun at. He loved the time you tried to make him wear one of your hoodies, only for his head to get stuck. He loved you.
Vox's eyes snapped open as the peaceful sleep he'd almost slipped into was snatched away by the reality of his feelings. His heart was beating so loud, he was surprised you didn't wake up. If anything, you just wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest and it took everything in Vox not to explode there and then.
For the entire night, Vox screamed internally as his body shook, and he repressed the shocks and jolts that threatened to spark and wake you from your peaceful slumber. The overlord looked like exhausted shit by the time you rose with the sun, but he couldn't be damned to care. Not when you sleepily rubbed your eyes and laughed like that. Not when your hair was sticking to your face and you said good morning to him like you were meant to start the mornings in his arms just as naturally as you would breathe.
No. Vox couldn't care less about how worn out he was from the realization if he tried. Just like always, the second he saw your smile, everything else just washed away into background static. He cupped your face and said some sort of sassy quip about your bed head, to which you immediately started freaking out over.
He watched as you started to pat your hair down frantically and smiled softly. Oh yeah, he was fucking whipped.
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also-web Β· 8 months
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koosuvi Β· 2 months
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⋆ ✿ ⁺ ∿ fri(end)s . . .
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snowithv Β· 2 months
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𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 π—…π—ˆπ–Όπ—„π—Œ
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ν‘Έλ₯Έ β™‘ 🐏
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dizzybizz Β· 7 months
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RAH RA-AH-AH-AH ROMA ROMA-MA GAGA OOH-LA-LA
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