#(let me know if i need to change anything!!)

[taleswritten]

@voxxcd liked for a nsft starter

Another day, another job. Except, this isn't just any other job. This is very specific job that surprises Angel when he's told about it. He didn't expect that he'd be sent over to Vox by Val himself.

Angel wants to question it but one look from Val tells him that Val is in no mood to be questioned. If Val wants him to sleep with Vox then so be it. All Val tells him is that Vox has been in a rough state lately - whatever the fuck that means.

While Angel is a little unsure of it and of Vox in general, how bad could it be? If it's terrible sex, Angel is well-versed in faking it, and he really doesn't want to find out what would happen if defies Val.

So, after the work day is coming to an end, Val sends him on his way to Vox's office. Angel has to admit, he's a little nervous because Vox makes him nervous - they haven't interacted much but he's always been wary towards the tv demon. Mostly because he thinks the demon hates him for being with Val.

He doesn't bother knocking when he gets there, unwilling to give Vox the chance to send him away. He slips into the office with ease, wearing nothing but the robe he had taken from his dressing room and his boots. Underneath, Angel wears nothing, as he saw no point in getting dressed if he's just going to end up getting fucked all over again.

Vox is at his desk and for a moment, Angel almost backs out before deciding backing out isn't worth it. Did Val even let Vox know he was sending him a 'gift?'.

Instead of saying anything, Angel moves fast so that Vox doesn't have time to kick him out. He crosses the distance quickly with the help of long strides and settles himself into Vox's lap with ease.

If he gets shoved off, so be it, at least he can tell Val he tried.

'Heya, handsome." Angel purrs at the other demon, lips curling up in a teasing and seductive smile. "Val sent me over. Said you needed a little help....destressin'."

[ncwblue]

@perpetualxfire

This was a project he preferred to work on once everyone had either preoccupied themselves with their own work or gone to bed. It wasn't necessarily secret, but Wash was never a fan of the 20 Questions game and the Reds & Blues were masters at it. The more time he spent answering questions he already didn't want to answer, the less time he was focused on his search.

Not that said search was going well to begin with.

While he liked to consider himself a jack of many trades (though a master of few), Wash was not much for dealing with technology. He was certainly no Simmons, so when his data pad froze for the fourth time that night, followed by an inevitable crash, the former Freelancer nearly threw it across the living area in frustration with an agitated groan.

"This would be going so much faster if I didn't have to reboot this damn thing every ten minutes."

[thecoldsoldiers]

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “

Bucky’s breathing was shaky as he stared at the stranger, trying to assess them and searching through his fractured memory to see if this person was a familiar face. He had been awake for too long, running for a while and he had no clue if he was an illusion or not. “Who?” The rest of it couldn’t leave his mouth and he just studied the man with a wary expression.

It was getting to the point that as long as he wasn’t HYDRA, Bucky was ready to accept help if it meant he had somewhere safe to crash for a few hours.

[creatureshrieks]

This hadn't been the first business Maxwell had ever run - it hadn't even been his second, third, not even his fifth. He was a wealthy man from all the revenue his shops brought in though he, however, was not in this for the money. Partially the money, of course, he still had a life to live and things to buy, but mostly it was just for things to do. Max was a busy man, he liked to keep his hands busy and he supposed it helped make the eternity he was facing all that more enjoyable. He had no desire to languidly spend eons lazing about, the inactivity would drive him mad. More importantly, it also allowed him to connect to the community he found himself in, to become a regular face and a regular name. He'd become somewhat of a figure, a pillar, if he played his cards right ( which he always did ) and it allowed him to seamlessly blend in with the world around him. He was known enough to not be a stranger, but passive enough to not get noticed. A perfect balance of known and unknown, a gentleman that faded into the back. It was the perfect cover, he found, to avoid suspicious eyes and unannounced morning visits.

This also had not been the first time Max encountered thieves, miscreants that thought it smart to not respect his property. Often times catching them in the act was enough to dissuade them, though other's need a more intense approach to dissuade them. It seemed to work, as far as Max knew, considering he never saw a repeat offender. Such is the reason Max finds himself behind the counter of his own store, a late night shift that he was certain his staff were all too eager to switch to him. There had been a string of thefts for a handful of weeks now, all home goods or other basic supplies, but his workers seemed unable to catch whoever the culprit was in the act. He figured they were skilled, probably not some starving child who was desperate enough to try their hand at crime, though he surmised they couldn't be that well off either. No one with the means steals food or bandages.

Max takes a moment to look up from his book, a ledger he was reviewing for the third time, towards the windows. It's late, he thought, given the lack of passersby on the streets. He removes his pocket watch - a well cared for antique - to confirm his suspicions. It was later that his store should be open for, an hour or so by that point, and Max figured that whatever thieves might be prowling around his store would be dreadfully rude and not show up tonight. He might have called his time wasted, but Max had undertaken a shift at his store and held more than a handful of conversations, smiling at his regulars, chatting them up and inquiring about their lives. He might not have achieved his true goal, but maintaining his reputation was still of the utmost importance. He had just begun to close his ledger and go about closing up his shop when the door clicked and the bells rang. He pauses, a smile almost immediately appearing on his face as he looks over towards the boy that entered. Thorn's head lifted, pears perked.

Poor, Max figured. Homeless, perhaps. And a little too suspicious for late night shopping.

Max decides not go about with his usual greeting, instead turning back down towards the book before him as if it was the only thing he could focus on. He figured it would be better if he seemed distracted, his shop open too late because he was far too busy to close it up. It'd do no good to keep too much attention on him, especially if this boy was the thief he'd been searching for. Give him a chance to think he had an opportunity before snapping the trap shut. Thorn would be more than a good enough lookout anyway, the dog moving to rest in front of the counter instead. Both seemed preoccupied then, Max with his work and the dog with taking a nap.

It's only a handful of minutes, Max assumes, before Thorn begins to stir. His ears twitch and he's quick to his feet, his body blocking the entrance and exit. It's then when Max turns his attention from his book, a warm smile on his face he turns towards the boy.

" You're running up quite the tab there, " He doesn't sound surprised nor particularly angry. He only sounds kind, not at all like a store owner should when coming face to face with the thief who'd been plaguing them. " I don't suppose you're paying this time either, hmm? "

@pierfangs | Max & David's first meeting

[xfindingtrouble]

 “don’t overdo it, please.” for Percy

new places, new dangers, new beasts. this plane was familiar & yet not, there were many unknowns to Percy. Answers that he was collecting in the most difficult ways possible. He had gathered so far that this society placed value on what one was capable of, thus driving him to earn the scraps of knowledge in favors. One such task was collecting the head of a beast terrorizing a town. Percy was not yet familiar with the beasts of this plane, but was quickly learning how quickly this one moved. It was frustrating & intimidating, a step ahead of the gunman at every turn.

it was almost infuriating to have the other at his side, an obvious holy man of unknown purpose. He seemed more in tune with the wilderness around him than Percy could ever hope to be & it felt like salt thrown in his bleeding pride. Yet, the longer this dragged on, the more thankful he was not to be fighting alone. The contained battlefield made it difficult for him to get a clear shot.

But the drow at his side was good at what he did & unintentionally carved an opening for Percy to take aim. With a pull of his trigger & a very loud bang, the crisp air of the forest is contaminated with the scent of singed gunpowder. The bullet catches the creature in the leg, trying not to revel in the gore that sprays the tree behind it. ( finally, percy thinks )

“don’t overdo it, please.” it's hard not to laugh when Percy hears the words. maybe it's because he's already irritated, maybe it's the adrenaline of finally taking a shot... but he does it again, another bullet lodging in the creature's torso. It yowls in a horrible, wild way & Percy wonders for half a moment if he is doing the right thing. He shakes the thought.

" I excel at overdoing things, " focused sarcasm seeps from his words as he aims again, his focus unrelenting. he had bigger things to deal with, other horrors to survive. He pulls the trigger a third time, cursing the close quarters of it all & a gust of gunpoder blasts out of the back of his gun. It singes his gloved hand when he backfires & he drops the weapon at the sudden recoil. it's a perfect time for it to get jammed, he thinks dryly. maybe he should have listened to the other after all.

[ella-arch]

fallen angel anakin

[respondedinkind]

Plotted starter for @mehrere-musen | MCU Verse

When Ka'anh awakes, the first thing he sees is a planet, filled with blue and greens and browns, clouds scattered along the surface. He also realizes that the whole of his shuttle seems to be offline; No lights are on besides the dull red hue of what indicates an emergency situation. He hurts, badly so, and groans out in pain as he tries to get back onto his feet, tries to---

The shuttle's pulled toward the planet, he realizes, just as he tries to reach a few buttons with his bloody fingers. He can't even stand, he just lies there, with his upper half resting against the seat, arm outstretched in an attempt to fix what could be broken. Ka'anh hisses, bares his teeth, grunts as another wave of pain pushes through him while he tries to stand again - but then the shuttle shakes; Gravitation has finally wrapped itself around his vessel in full, and now the descent upon the foreign planet is sped up with each second that passes.

This will become a hell of a ride, he knows. There's nothing he can do besides holding onto something, pushing himself against a nearby wall, away from anything that could fall down onto him as the shuttle proceeds to fly through the thick atmosphere. It's probably getting too hot as well, with all the shields being offline, unable to protect the shell from the rough treatment of the sudden friction it receives.

The fall itself sends a stomach tumbling and Ka'anh grits his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that it will soon be over and that he will survive the impact thats about to come.

He doesn't want to die like this. Not after having managed to flee from his own planet, then getting sucked into what had looked like an opening within the Universe itself, just to be thrown down onto another world he's unfamilair with---

He's afraid, that's the last thing he feels before everything becomes dark and his senses vanish from existence, together with his consciousness.

...

When he awakes again, he's unsure if he's even alive, still.

He's lying on his stomach, outside of his shuttle, with his face buried in dry soil; With every intake of air he inhales some of it, which causes Ka'anh to cough and gasp for oxygen, so he does, almost dry-heaving from the pain it causes him.

He blinks, lifts his head somewhat and looks at a blurry picture in front of him - a mass of gray, perhaps it's his shuttle, parts of it burning and smoke rising into the air. He cannot see clearly, he doesn't hear much, and the pain he's in is excruciating. He's surely broken his right leg, his hip even, because he cannot feel it - his rattling breath tells him at least one broken rip has broken the tissue of his lung, and judged by how dizzy he feels, he must be suffering from what could be a rather serious brain-injury.

But, Ka'anh's alive. he's still here, even though he's just crashed down onto this foreign planet.

A grunt leaves him and he closes his eyes, then inhales as much as he can before he tries to push himself up onto all-fours. There's blood soaked into the dirt beneath him and one of his arms is definitely broken, next to the right leg that won't cooperate... but somehow he keeps himself in this all-fours-position, swallowing down the taste of copper and nausea he feels.

Fuck. Fuck - he needs to get to his shuttle, find the medkit in there---...

[anastacialy]

tracked down this clip just because of this post! have jokes from skizz and scar

[pushspacetocontinue]

Twin Trouble (closed for theotherrookie)

@theotherrookie

It had actually meant to be a day off work. But unfortunately, something had come up with Paul, and James had asked Russell if he could come in to man the cafe. Overtime had been promised and Russell knew James would have felt bad if he didn't accept that part, so he had come in.

Things seemed to be looking up a little. Apparently Antonio had known of some abandoned sports club they could use as a makeshift base, Rook now knew for certain that attacking Bill hadn't been of her own volition, and of course, from what he heard, Antonio was having his fun tormenting the gadget user. The ride to work (he hadn't been about to walk at the moment, given what had been going on) and even his shift for most of the day had also gone on with relatively little fanfare.

That made his heart only sink that much further than usual when he saw two very familiar people entering the cafe.

Crap...

Those twin mercenaries; the two who had helped kidnap him and take him to that poison guy (Five; that was he called himself, he had to remember that). He had no idea if they specifically came to try and find out about the gadget user or if they were just through coincidence, but right now, he had to act normal.

"H-hey there, sirs. What, what can I, what can I get, get you today?"

[ack-cough]

Have Meowsabeau or Mewrabelle tried using Body Craft on themselves? How has that worked out? Especially Meowsabeau, with his history of being stuck in a body he didn't want.

I definitely couldn't pass this Ask up but I've also haven't had a Mewabelle centric post in a while!!! Please forgive TwT

Ms "I don't want to change, I'm happy with who I am" Maribelle. Is taking it as well as you expect

⚠️NONSEXUAL PARTIAL NUDITY, PANIC ATTACK AND DESTRESS WARNING ⚠️

(I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE I DONT WANT TO CHANGE -)

She's normally able to cope with the fictional horrors she already adores, being able to resinate with the wolf men and cursed beings more than ever!

But I cant say every night goes well.. who knew having your body and mind changed against your wants, by the god you devoted your life to no less! Would upset you a lil bit

[narsh-poptarts]

Gosh RGB, who let YOU have a face?

...I did? well, that's strange

really wanted to draw a solid expression or two and strangely wanted to do the guy who doesn't. have a face. so i did a panel redraw!!! (there's just so many moments in this comic where the feelings leaking out from him and what we see is just so POTENT and i AUGH!!! please please please go read The Property of Hate it is such a wonderful comic it will make you explode on the inside. i promise you will come out of it completely normal <- lying)

also STOP DOING THAT RGB you're gonna have people endeared to you

original panel and alternate less eye-strain-y version under the cut!!

it's so weird seeing him with a face, but it did give me an excuse to go overboard with the hair

[toxiccaves]

@cabalex Has done some amazing work to put together the Metal Cardbot English sub!!! If anyone has been waiting for subtitles to check this show out, now's the time! The subtitles are based on the English dub which is still being released, so the rest of the episodes will steadily be added as those come out.

No need for any VPNs, and these subtitles are overlaid on the official channel's Youtube videos! This way you get full quality, without piracy!

A fun little bonus is that your browser's translate features capture these subtitles too, which works a little better than youtube's built in auto translate. So anyone looking for another language, this may be a good option too!

I hope more people can come enjoy Metal Cardbot now!!! I really love this series, and hope others will as well! 💙

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Snake Fangs and Stained Glass Eyes (closed for theotherrookie)

@theotherrookie

There were perks to being a library admin. Even though he was on a scheduled leave, Antonio had decided it best to pay a visit, just in case he could get any leads on who was possibly connected to Lucien's attacker and Russell's kidnapper. The more people they knew about, the better.

So if anyone had been doing research about non-humans in the library, he had come to find that. He did feel a little bad about letting down the children there who had been excited to see 'Uncle Tony' and had wanted him to read to them. But he promised he would be back to do so very soon.

At the moment, staying out longer than necessary was a risk, especially when he was alone, and he didn't want to worry Rook too much by being in danger more than he needed to be.

But after getting some names and borrowed/return records written down, he was satisfied and moved to head out after tucking the notes away in his pocket, making sure to put on the new shades he had ordered back over his eyes.

As he already started to step away from the entrance, he began to get an awful feeling that he was being watched.

[enrapture]

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[fatumincaelum]

“Am I dead? Oh, sorry. I really thought I was dying. I really did.” 

-Vanitas (hello! forgive me if i'm a bit rusty on my vanitas portrayal)

@not-someones-shadow

@not-someones-shadow

"I-- I kinda thought you were dying too, how..."

He's a little on edge around the other, still a bit off put at the fact that the two of them shared a face. Vanitas was definitely someone he was not expecting to see-- especially not after everything with Xehanort was finally over.

"What are you doing here?"