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    Another 1930s AU fic from me, who's surprised?
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    Getting rid of a body shouldn't be something Vox is so used to, and yet the steps came naturally. There was something different about himself that he was beginning to realize. Shunned briefly, but now, it sat comfortably in the corners of his mind.

    The static electricity around them made Vox deeply aware of the new darkness that made itself at home. He was sure Alastor had become familiar with it too. It felt like they shared it -- as if it was one in the same -- linking them together like the red string of soulmates.

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    OR : A fic about Vox and Alastor meeting in the 1930s as kids and growing up together in a world not accepting of them. It time skips through some of their childhood as they develop into the Murder Husbands (and their feelings for each other). But in a world where they only have each other, what will happen when they're torn apart?

    AKA I'm terrible at writing summaries... the tags might be more helpful. I also don't want to give the angst away yet

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    16 Jan 2026

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    Alastor peels off the glove, then places his bare-knuckled hand just in front of the younger boy’s eyes. Would he…?

    This is not the city, nor the era, for a man to get upon his knees before another, for men do not grovel nor beg. And a man of Vincent’s stature, status and complexion does not prostrate himself before a man who looked the way Alastor looked.

    Alastor turns his eyes away, feigning nonchalance, and nearly jumps when he feels the warmth of Vincent’s fingers curling to clench his.

    And then… a soft ghost of lips upon knuckles.

    Alastor grins into the darkness.

    Like a moth to a flame, or fish to bait— Vincent is the easiest prey Alastor has ever caught.

     

    ༒  ︎♱ ──˚ ၊၊||၊ ˚── ♱ ༒

     

    This is the birth of murdermedia (toxic) and the afterlife of radiostatic (still toxic)

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    06 Jan 2026

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    Vincent Whittman has never struggled for control of his career, his reputation, or the people unfortunate enough to cross him.

    Then Alastor arrives: sharp-tongued, pretty, utterly unimpressed, and far more dangerous than Vincent ever anticipated.

    Their relationship spirals quickly into obsession, bloodshed, and more emotions than either of them know how to handle.

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    06 Jan 2026

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    On hiatus

    After his big plan to rule the heavens goes down in flames, Vox finds himself powerless and out of luck. With no influence left and nowhere else to go, he somehow ends up at the Hazbin Hotel — and to his absolute horror, he’s stuck working there as the new receptionist.

    He hates the job, he hates the guests, and he really hates that deer-looking sinner who won’t stop smirking at him. Most of the others have already lost their patience with him, but Charlie still insists on believing there’s some good left in him.

    Of course, just when things couldn’t get worse, new problems start showing up at the hotel... and it doesn’t matter how much Vox complains, he’s getting dragged into it anyway.

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    06 Jan 2026

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    “Lady Stark,” the Queen says, and for the first time there is something hard in her voice. It might be ice, or it might be fire. The world is bound to end in one. “Please speak freely,” the Queen says, but Sansa knows a demand when she hears it. “Is a marriage of political significance truly something you want, or is it a responsibility you feel has fallen to you, one you cannot ignore or brush aside?”

    Sansa doesn’t understand the question. Sansa does not want for herself. She’s long since learned the price of dreams, the cost of hope. She is battle-hardened, the same as Jon. She knows only survival. She was built for it, being born of the North.

    “What’s the difference?”

    A breath. Sansa does not look at her, and the Queen does not look away. “There is a world of difference.”

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    15 Jun 2023