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very random question totally not important at all

this question is completely random and definitely not to help me with an upcoming post nahh I'm not gonna write abt thisss so anyway

ok thanks byeee

-xoxo Ari

AWWWGFHHG HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HI WE HAVENT TALKED IN TOO LONG WHICH MEANS IM GOING FERAL AND KNAWING ON THE BATS OF MY CAGE

so hows my favorite artist doing :3

IM DOING GOOD!! im finally home after a long ass trip, my bday is tomorrow, ALL GOOD!!! i've been drawing shit for the discord server!!!

^^^ hazels ex

yaaaa :]

this was so cute!! gotta be 1 of my favorite fics honestly :3

sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

Dividers

"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion. 

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric. 

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings. 

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present. 

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now. 

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him. 

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it. 

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck. 

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

can I kiss them better/p /hj

me, about to turn a corner on my skateboard, looking at how the ground is ever so slightly wet with debris from a tree: man, im going to fall arent i

...yall will never guess how i busted both of my hands up just now

BROOO TY FOR THE INSPO I SHOULD MAKE A FIC ON THIS

alr so I was wondering if you'd be down to write a vox x f!reader where vox is always manipulating/hypnotizing her so shes always confused ine everything this can be fluff angst romance or smut idc

Omg thats a Great idea! I love Vox he’s my favourite so I’ll try my best with this one and I think he would totally to that if he was obsessed with the reader, hope you enjoy! :) I didn’t proof read this btw but I hope it’s good-

Vox x F!reader

You won’t feel a thing..

You where Vox’s assistant, you have been for a few years now, but something odd was happening to you, for a few months now you woke up back in your office when you swore you where in his office a few minutes ago, and your body always aches and you couldn’t remember what happened prior to waking up. One day you walked into vox’s office with his morning coffee. “Good morning Mr.Vox” you said as you handed him his coffee “good morning my dear, how are you this hellish morning?” He said calmly as he took a sip of his coffee “I’m good sir thank you for asking, how are you?” You said as you stood in front his his desk, holding your clipboard “oh I’m ok same old shit every fucking day… y’know” he noticed you standing “sit.” He said calmly but with a slightly stern undertone, you did as he said and sat down in the chair across from his desk, you noticed him admiring your outfit you had picked out, it looked good on you and you kinda hoped he would notice.. “relax, you look tense” he said softly as he went to take your clipboard out of your hand, when your hands touched a small electric shock shocked your finger that you had a ring on, you flinched a little, he noticed your ring “sorry.. what a beautiful ring you have there..” he said as he took your hand and inspected the ring “hmm.. you have very nice hands..” he said in such a casual tone but you where actually kinda caught if guard by it “oh Uhm thank you sir-“ he continued to hold your hand gently “no need to be so formal, you can just call me Vox” he said with a slightly smug smirk on his flat screen “say do you think you could do me a favour, dear?” He said as his grip on your hand tightened “oh uhm of course si- uh Vox” you said as you say up more “there’s a good girl, can you come and sit right next to me please” he said as he pointed to a spot right next to him, you pulled your chair over to the spot“perfect.. now just sit still..” the last thing you saw was his eye go into swirls and you felt numb, next thing you know you woke up in your bed with hickeys all over you and bite marks too, your legs felt weak and your shoulders hurt, you felt a stinging sensation from the inside of your left thigh, you looked down there and saw a small heart carved into it. “What the-“ you cleaned yourself up and walked back into Vox’s office. “Hello again sir” you said “again?whatever do you mean dear you havnt been here this morning?” You where shocked to say the least “what? I couldn’t sworn-“ you said as you looked around in confusion “nope you haven’t been here at all this morning, I’m still waiting on my coffee” he said with an evil grin on his screen, he knew exactly what he was going but you didn’t, you scuttled out to get his second coffee of the day.

AaAaaAAAAAA TYSM SHES SO PRETTY N I LOVE IT SO MUCH (I'll be sure to introduce her to yall later and make a backstory + lore)

commission for @vendetta-ari beautiful oc!! 😍