#HE'S VESPER'S LITTLE DEMON

[the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm]

Rant as much as you like, I love to the moon and back!❤️❤️

thank you sm im gonna rant in the tags (ilysm vesper <333 you're so cool for sending me this ask) and honorary mention to @that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you who took the time to read my tags and THEN proceeded to comment on that post, mentioning every single detail i mentioned.

[cutieeva]

Returned Home

Female reader

Warnings : Death. Murder.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

What happens if the person you love went missing and suddenly reappear in your doorsteps ? Because (Y/N) doesn't know how to react.

Knocks at the door were light at first, almost like a whisper before turning into frantic and loud like screams that (Y/N)'s sleep broke, a whine slip past her lips not loving the thought of her rare sleep intruded, all after that incident she almost at the verge of becoming the shell of a human, always worrying, little guilty yet hollow the entire time. Perhaps time will heal her wounds and pause the bleeding unfortunately not the knocking because it keeps increasing in alarming amount. She thought in her daze mind, wrapping a soft cloth around her nightdress she step out of the sofa, how tragic despite having warm bed, beautiful home with many rooms the only place she fell asleep was on the sofa in living room in front of the still on TV which is repeatedly showing some episodes of only murders in the building her mind has almost memorized.

"Coming !" She yell, messaging her forehead, feeling her head burn from both the torturous knocks and the stress of what if the twins wake up. Her feet drum the white tiles walking towards the front door and finally her eyes open to peek at the peekhole for safety. Huh ? She rub her eyes once more to peek yet why all she can see is black ? Her fogged mind question not still awaken from the slumped when she flinch feeling the knocks vibrate the door so closely.

"Who is this ?" Her voice stern, not fearful she could have been if awake, adamant to not open the door. Silence replies her. No voice only silence along the knocks. Her eyes narrow feeling her body ache from pain and the headache worsen. "These children". Her neighborhood is fill with all age children and unlike her sweet twin angels, these ones are the demons, the one she was thankful to not have. Oh, remind of her babies, what time is it ? Her eyes glance at the clock on the wall 7:00 am, whoa ? Which child is playing pranks at her doorsteps instead of being in school ? Oh ! Today is Sunday she forgets.

Must make breakfast she thought, her lips shaped a yawn about to walk away from the door "It's......me". Her heart sank, breath sucked. "(Y/N)". She remembers that voice, her whole fabric of being knows that voice, the voice she heard, whisper sweet nothings, laughs loudly, quick to anger, arrogance in his speech. In a second her hand having a mind of it's own, touch the shivering cold doorknob, twist it to unlock and swing open fast enough to not gave chance for the creaking noise.

Revealing the visage of none other than her husband, Vesper Rufus who is missing for two months after the alone trip to mountain.

Munch ! Cracks ! The noise of his devouring simple milk with cornflakes sends strange feelings within herself. Sitting across the dinning table of her husband who's black shirt made her recall it's original color white with his pale skin painted in faded marks of nasty bruises and bite marks belonging to animals, even insects she suspect, a grime cast her face merely thinking of what he went through to be alive in that forest where no police, forest rangers, rescue rangers even herself couldn't find. Hell, the helicopter wasn't of helped. Her eyes then slide below his body that is hidden by the counter where his pants are in the same condition, grey pants painted in coal. Her head span to her behind looking at the door to see no shoes of his as she found him barefoot with crimson hue smeared over his feet.

Click ! Her thoughts snap at the noise of his meal finish turning her vision to his face, dirt, scratchs cover his blemished handsome face. A smile lift those once perfect plump lips now dry and chapped. A happy sparkle in those pools of eyes she fell for that with time and marriage forgetton to dust leaving only a usual reflection of hers she used to bore before he went missing. Suddenly a yearning ache pull her body towards him, stand down from the metal chair, silently cross the line of space and stood under those eyes. Immediately she was hit by the smell of dust, rot, filth yet without a second she throw her arms around him, surrounding her body into his and hug him tightly, the cold body.

Her lids cover her vision, soaking into the frosty embrace and slowly she sense his arms embracing her back, gently to tightly and burying his face into her curve of neck like she was his roof, her shelter he just been gifted.

"Where were you these two months ?" Tears she thought were dried roll down her cheek, her voice soft. "The kids were crying". she added flood with the images of her twin sons wailing at the first news of their father might never returned as the police declared him dead saying no man has the capacity to survive in that stormy mountain more than two weeks and he was missing for two months. Perhaps they didn't found the body because the wild nature covet him or the animals feasted upon him. She likes to think the former. But now she knows, she knows they didn't find his body because he was alive all along.

"Children ?" She felt him title his head in her neck. "Ah ! Children, the twins". His voice muffed and horse like decades of out of speech. Softly like she handle her flowers she lean away from the embrace regardless of his hands still on her waist.

"You remember who am I right ?" Vesper nod like a good man he never was.

"(Y/N) Rufus, my wife, my soulmate". Those sharp onyx eyes that slice her heart multiple times tendered looking at her as if for the first time seen her, feel and stare so intimately at her. Never did she thought the gaze will be directly to her again after their dating phrase pass into the marriage years.

"And about the children ?" She ask, tip toe up to him, pressing her body, her breast to his and lips inches away. Intoxicated he looked, like sipped a bottle of beer he drunk with pink tints on his cheeks to ears, falling in her spell as if for first time he fell in love.

"Leo, Felix". Breathless he answered, leaning closer to her, brushing his lips with her yet not closing the gap. Why ? She wonder because never did her husband cared for her consent. If his sexual desire awaken he will use her like a escort not a wife. From the beginning he announce his ownership on her like she was a object and her past self mistook it as romantic and after marriage she was a servant. Never a wife, was a lover.

Maybe that's why his missing didn't pain her as much to shed a single tear until now when he is different, his warmth disappear, his arrogance fended leaving a stranger in her arms and she still kiss the stranger. Her lips collide his and it confirmed more. How naive his kiss is like he is exploring her, knowing her for the first time unlike him, who knew her like the back of his palm or— perhaps it's his self pleasure he knew like the back of his palm. Never hers, not after their marriage. The brand of ring tied their fates together as well as ruinning.

Not a hint of bad breath or taste she felt oddly, rather bitter taste of nature hits her when their lips met, at first like a careful of understanding he press their lips hard before she open her lips, giving him the space to enter and he mirrored it, like a learning child slide his tongue, following his guts and savoring her hotly, a contrast to his frosty body. Tips of tongue tease her inner flesh as he wish like she is his salvation before harshly mushing their body and lips more near than humanely possible, with brim of desire and addiction he bite her lips, tongue tenderly, exchanging sliver salivas and breathing heavily like he was suffocated yet not ready to leave as he continue to drove deeper, deeper into the mouth and (Y/N) felt being devoured by a predator not her husband who never with such passion held her, gave her pleasure.

Heart racing and breath threating to stop she ripped herself away, coughing fits at multiple times and drinking water unlike him, his lips hanged open, eyes beastly nothing similar to the sparkly happiness and red blush adore his pale skin. Their eyes met and without another warning he smashed their lips.

"You are so sweet, so deliciously sweet". Mumble his horse voice in the kiss, eating her lips like she was a dinner, shamelessly staring at her while invading her mouth and she let him, kiss her as if her being was the only source of meal. Been ages did her husband desire her such as this moment not to mention it proves more he wasn't her Vesper and it brought her nothing apart from relief.

Suddenly he paused, eyes wide and grip tighten. She slowly freed her swollen lips yet dig the knife deeper in his back. Yes, while he was under the spell of his lust, she went near him— more like near the knife set and stab him at his weakest moment.

"Who are you ?" Calmly she asked, hearing the thrives of her knife twisting his skin, flesh yet no trickle of blood bleeding. Strange she thought glances up again meeting his blank face. Not the agonizing look of a man being stabbed. Not her real husband who's eyes were betrayed, tears sliding and blood bled from her mouth like a fat fish squeeze out of it's body as before.

"Who the fuck are you when I killed my husband with my own hands ? When I buried his body under the solid of that mountain ?" Gritten her teeth, the mask of calmness cracked as she pulled the knife out desire to see the blood bled out of the man she loves so much, devote her life, birth children cutting from her flesh yet he cheated on her bluntly and gaslit her when confronted and spiral into questioning her own sanity. However no blood slide, no scarlet paint his pale skin.

"How ?" She whispered, in more disbelief of him not bleeding than her dead husband who she clearly murdered after planning thoroughly knowing his plan of visiting the mountain which he lied saying he is going alone when in reality his mistress and him will intertwined in ways she can't imagine and follow him before the mistress meets him and killed him brutely, stabbing him fourteen times in his entire body leading his death due to blood loss and burying deep into the soil that took hours only to return home unscathed.

Erriely quiet the stranger wore her husband's skin stare at her angered ones and part his lips. "I see, no wonder that was the most gruesome body I ever seen—" The raspy voice slowly get used to speech pause and (Y/N) sense him debeating. "And wore". The end words was something she couldn't swallow, couldn't avert eyes nor run hearing the conformation in his own voice.

"Who are you then ?" She tremble. He notice.

"Who am I ?" He tilt his head mirroring a clueless being. "Who am I ? What am I ? Doesn't matter because what am I isn't what suppose to exist yet I do and now I am your husband yet not. The body is his, yet what inside is not". Game of puzzle he answered. "I won't die, never bled nor need of humane things. I am of a being neither alive nor dead". Neutral his voice rang her ears echoing inside and frighting from the laughable answer but she knew better to laugh. No other way could her husband retrieve from dead than be possessed by something inhumane, abnormal like the myths tales of creatures she heard.

"Then, will you kill me ?" She let go the blade that isn't even paint in blood, shining her terrified reflection as it was fell on the floor with a biting click.

"No. I like you". A short answer relief her stress a little. "You taste sweet, you smell sweet and you are sweet. I want to cherish you, kiss you like I did. I want to claim you mine". Chanting every word he pepper kiss over her skin. Worshipping, caressing each curve, drinking her making her visible relax and something in her tells it's safe. He is safe—to her. Why ? maybe because her husband terrifies her more than a creature from tale.

"And my children ?" Her words carefully used. Her, not their. He halted in his actions. Inhaling her fabric when he reunite their lips again.

"Not them. Because they are ours. You are my wife, my soulmate and they are our children". Yes, it is because the moment he smell of unwelcome human scent in his home, he prepared to feast them, chew their bones and if unlucky torture them until they beg to death however it changed finding one glimpse of the beautiful woman bearing bloodlust and hatred the creature swore he saw her shining upon a halo and the way of her body soaked in blood of the man's arouse humanely needs he never felt apart from endless hunger. This hunger was different, pleasureful he seen these humans do sometimes before their withered body aside inside his stomach.

He watched the angelic woman, the lymph of paradise left the man buried and he walked out of the shadows to the place the man is under, saw his belongings along his address and the lymph is his wife— (Y/N) with twin sons. Good she killed him before he had to and now she is his, her children is his, all of her is his alone.

Tiny groans, tapping of floor steal their attention and (Y/N) watched her children wore night outfits walking towards the open kitchen, rubbing their hazy eyes.

"Mama I am hungry". Her three old years son said, the older one between them.

"Me too ! But I want pizza". The younger twin said, opening his eyes only to widen and grasp loudly. "Papa !" Following a joyful scream his tiny feet ran to the stranger wore their father's skin and the older twin also stare, face brighten in happiness the mother didn't saw since he was missing. His body was thrown to their father too and unnatural, his arms touch them back, still glancing to see (Y/N)'s visage than theirs.

Touching his familiar face, she caress saying "Yes, papa has returned home". The man lean in decided not the say one more thing, actually the real husband she killed was alive the time he was standing above the ground however he killed him again. For good and twice his death was before taking his skin.

"Indeed I have". Smiling crazily. "Returned home".

FIN

[eldritch-spouse]

I can imagine a distant future of Santi overcoming his nature and finally realizing his dreams of having and raising kids. Then, one time he goes to visit his old friend Vesper who's like " So how are you and your *gags* chi- *gags* child *gags* the family is doing ?"

[*Snort*. This is a collection of little moments between Santi and Vesper after Santi has kids.]

Santi doesn't visit as often.

It's only a given, not only does he now have children of his own to take care of, the incubus also knows his presence has stopped being as pleasant to the Ring of Lust as it once was.

He's not necessarily surprised by such.

After all, Santi behaves in a much more subdued manner, dresses a lot more, his clothes have the stink of children, even when he washes them. He can't blame Vesper for scratching at himself and snorting in distaste every now and then. They are still friends, but life has taken them down very different paths.

That doesn't mean some encounters aren't funny to the incubus.

" No. No no! " The King covers his eyes with a clawed hand. " You did not just walk into my chambers with a turtleneck sweater. "

Santi's cheeks are puffed. " King Ves- "

" A fucking sweater, this absolute- " Santi can't help but let a cackle slip. " Take it off right now, I feel sick- I'm going to call the imps over to strip you if you don't! "

[...]

Santi passes his phone to the King, allowing the demonlord to swipe through an album full of family pictures.

Vesper's lips keep curling higher at every picture, no matter how much he tries to muffle that response.

" Well uhm. They're... They sure are. " The King tries, but all he sees are snot-nosed ankle biters who likely stink of all that's nasty.

" They are. " Santi parrots, a devious grin on his face at the other's discomfort.

" I- " A long, pensive hum follows. " They look... "

" Is it really that hard? " The darker demon snickers.

" I'm finding it, Santi. Be patient. "

[...]

While cooking, you get to listen to a call between your husband and the King of Lust on speaker. When the topic becomes inappropriate, both adults switch to infernal language. Santi helps your daughter dress her baby doll, while your son sits by the carpet watching his favorite show.

" Alright, I should get a move on. " Santi says, watching you struggle with a few pans. " We can catch up eventually. Say bye to uncle Vee. "

Both children parrot mildly enthusiastic goodbyes, until your son pipes up. "Dad? " Santi hums. " When will uncle Vee visit? "

" Never. " Comes from the phone immediately, and the incubus doesn't need to see the King to know he's shivering in dread.

Your kids start deflating, to which their father is quick to think of something. " Ah, see, uncle Vee can't visit us. "

" Why? " The little girl sits her doll down, now brushing its hair.

" Uhm. " The incubus opens and closes his mouth a few times. " He's trapped in a biiig castle. " Pause. " And there's a dragon. "

" A dragon?! " Your son's fixation has been mentioned, he's almost vibrating.

" Yes. " Santi nods. " It's very big. And it doesn't like little boys and girls. "

" Aww.... " Both of them huff.

The girl frowns. " I'm sorry uncle Vee. "

" No, it's quite alright. I'll live, the dragon isn't that bad. " Vesper seems to sigh in relief.

" That means a knight is going to save you soon! " She brightens up immediately. " And then he's going to woo you, and you're going to marry! Can I go to the wedding, uncle Vee? Can I? "

Santi covers his mouth with his palm so as to not openly bark in laughter.

" I uh- Y-Yes, of course sweetie. Goodbye now, the uh, dragon, is calling me... "

[rottenraccoons]

Hi! offers fresh trash Do succubi/incubi/concubi exist in the Obscura world?

On a similar note, how would Cirrus (and the other LI) react to Vesper being a succubi/incubi/concubi? Asking for a friend (me).

Unfortunately, not to anyone's knowledge!

What's this? Vesper's a sex demon (positive)? How do you feel about that?

Francesco That's a new experience for him! He might find the concept a little intimidating at first, but if they ease him into the whole feeding process, Vesper might find that he'll grow very eager to please them.

Keir Wait, so is feeding Vesper going to be, like, really easy? If he doesn't have to buy food for Vesper and they can just get, like, sex energy from someone for free, that's an amazing deal. Hell, he'll feed them if there's no magical negative things to worry about.

Oleander :D

Cirrus Well, that's going to be troublesome. He can't exactly offer much in terms of sex himself, and he's too possessive to allow them to get that energy from someone else, so that arrangement would fall through rather quickly.

[triplesoda]

REMAKE OF MY OLD MASTERPOST HIIIII...

Capitalist Creepshow is a fast paced rhythm/horror RPG set in a small town in Idaho. The game itself is inpired by Spookware/Warioware, the "Of The Killer" series and NSR. The game would be styled 2d against 3d, with 2d characters in 3d environments, although the artstyle will change pretty frequently. How and When exactly I haven't decided on yet but it will. The sountrack is inspired by The Crystal Method, Underworld, Hideki Naganuma and Machine Girl. The game mostly consists of Warioware styled minigames, and bossfights that range from being rhythm based to more RPG like

The plot follows Cecil and Prim, a demon and angel sent by their parents in their respective worlds to live with their rich uncle, Seg. Seg gives Cecil a job at his company to keep his cover as an otherworldly being, helping him blend in with the humans who live nearby. The facade is ruined when Seg accidentally reveals his true nonhuman form to their neighbor, Jona, when Prim and Cecil are with him. In order to protect his familys identities, Cecil makes a deal with Jona. Jona must keep what he saw a secret, save for telling a few close friends, and help Cecil learn about humanity. In exchange Cecil and Prim agree to teach him more about their cultures. After Cecil grows attached to his human friends, he finds out that his father knows about them, and wants to erase their memories of everything they've seen. In order to stop him, Cecil must travel through the Underworld and Overworld to get to his father to keep him from erasing his friends' memories.

Bosses in order: Seg(tutorial bossfight) SAM, Radon, Apollo, Johnny, Haven

Minibosses: Vesper, Annie, Cecil (optional), Dev (optional), Zeta (optional)

Concept soundtrack in order

Page on my oc carrd

A MORE RECENT POST WITH SOME OF MY NEWER CONCEPT ART ÷) some updated talksprites and more concise cutscene concepts, also a fake ost album cover bc im #crazyyyy and the little healthbar sprites ive been meaning to work on for bossfights lol. also i didnt have my oc carrd last time that has more in depth info for like all of the characters with the exception of some REALLY minor ones. obviously im still working on finishing all the bossfight concepts and sprites and whatever ill do it eventually

[nilesdaughter]

i fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit

Fandom: Critical Role Characters: Percy De Rolo, Vex'ahlia, Trinket (Mention), Orthax (Mention), Saundor (Mention), Zahra Hydris (Mention), Vesper Elaina De Rolo (Mention) Pairing: Perc'ahlia Word Count: 1,212 Note: The fill for the "Fall" prompt for @percahliaweek. I also specifically dedicate this one to my beloved @lycaboros because, like Vex, falling in love with you was never a single definable moment. [Also found on Ao3.]

“I don’t know when it happened. When I fell.”

Vex’ahlia couldn’t help but think that it would have been impossible to fall in love in a single moment, because it had never been a single moment with Percival.

It was their initial meeting. How he looked up at her through the bars of his prison cell like he was seeing the sun after a long and stormy night that had blocked out the moons and stars. How, without hesitation, he passed over his entire coin purse to her once he retrieved his effects from the storage chest they’d been unceremoniously tossed into. How he gravitated towards Trinket, not shying away from her beloved bear like most everyone else did upon meeting him, and even seemed to find comfort in tangling his trembling hands into Trinket’s coarse fur.

It was the first trick arrow. How he’d been uncharacteristically unsure as he presented it to her, apologizing for the potential overstep. How the knowledge that he’d thought of her and crafted something that only she could use flustered her in a way she never would have expected. How he’d turned such a pretty shade of pink when she kissed him in gratitude.

It was Whitestone. How he said he trusted her to know if and when he lost control. How startled and touched his expression had been when she told him that he didn’t have to be alone when he faced the darkness ahead of him. How her voice, her words, had seemed to be the ones that pulled him away from Orthax’s influence just long enough that the connection between them was interrupted, offering Percy a chance to reorient himself and decide that he would not give in to the constant whispers of violence and vengeance that the demon promised him.

It was the broom. How he didn’t think any less of her for taking it, even if—in retrospect—it had been a shitty thing to do. How he worried for her safety the first few times she’d tried to use it to fly. How he took his worries and channeled that energy into making the enchanted item safer, even going so far as losing sleep over ensuring she had proper failsafes.

It was Syngorn. How she felt safe enough to admit that she was terrified of going back. How, for even just a moment, she allowed herself to rely on someone that wasn’t her brother. How he had assured her that she was worth so much more than she believed, so much more than what the elven city tried to convince her that she was worth. How he’d given her a title—a title—to ensure that her father was forced to acknowledge that she was accomplished, that she had risen up in the world after she’d abandoned his home so many years before. How, when Saundor tried to convince her to give up her heart, she felt she had no other choice but to admit that it already belonged to someone else.

It was Wildemount. How she had spent so much time dancing around the fact that her confession had played a part in ensuring the success of his resurrection that she almost missed the hints that he’d heard it, wherever his soul had been. How he’d agreed that they had to be willing to forgive in order to grow, to heal. How, even when she still couldn’t bring herself to find the courage to ask him if he’d heard her, he’d kissed her in the snow and promised they would find the time to talk about it all properly.

It was the Courage. How he was willing to play to her whims, even when her opening the door naked had apparently erased all his carefully laid plans for their evening before they went to take on Thordak. How he let her take the lead, deferred to her knowledge, however limited it was, to ensure they both found satisfaction in that evening’s shared bed. How he surprised her with continuing beyond the first round, showing off that he actually knew a little more about intimacy than he had let on, and made her feel like she was making love and not just having another casual fuck.

It was the Grey Hunt. How he had granted her a title that, for all intents and purposes, had to be earned before it could truly be hers. How he believed in her so wholeheartedly that he had no doubt she would earn it. How he’d clearly lost sleep waiting for her to return from her ritualistic challenge, ensured he was present when she finally did.

It was the manor. How he gave her free reign to design the space. How he was his ever meticulous self and ensured she had anything and everything she desired to outfit her new home. How it became his home, too, because more and more of him appeared there as the year stretched on. How it became a quiet haven amidst the patrolling and the politicking, a space where they could be their authentic, messy selves, even during the brief time they allowed their fears to force them apart.

It was their elopement. How it wasn't something either of them planned for, even with all his tendencies to mastermind all the details and all her tendencies to weigh the consequences before a decision was made. How the synchronization of their impulsive streaks left them giddy and nearly drunk on their love for each other. How, even with the love and support of their friends, they managed to ensure their formal dedication to each other was something they kept to themselves. (And bless Zahra for not breathing a word of it to anyone until they were ready.)

It was Elysium. How his faith in her never wavered, letting a god know just how much love and trust he had in her. How he was so proud of her fiery rebirth, so enamored with her brilliant sunlight, that he declared an additional star needed to be added to the De Rolo crest, their crest, to mark the occasion.

It was everything that came… after. How he understood the devastation of losing family. How he knew that her grief and the subsequent healing were in no way going to be linear. How they broke to pieces with night terrors and haunting memories, but were always there to catch each other, build each other back up with love and understanding. How he turned his brilliant mind away from weaponry and destruction and focused instead on clockwork and artistry. How he absolutely beamed when they realized they were going to have a child. How, when Vesper was born, he seemed to physically shed his identity as the Terrible Tinkerer of Tal’Dorei, shed his identity as Lord Percival Frederickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III. How, with their small daughter in his arms, he became so soft and doting, donning the identity of ‘papa’ with surprising ease. How he never squandered an opportunity to let them know just how much he loved them, how grateful he was to them for giving him a future he once believed he’d thrown away.

“I think it happened through all the little moments that I didn’t even notice.”

[waltwhitmansbeard]

trust prompt 17, percy and scanlan? seasoning of post canon if the chef feels so inclined but also beggars cant be choosers 😭

17. showing them something close to their heart this is really more than percy and scanlan but ig they're the focus.

When Scanlan steps into the foyer of Castle Whitestone, he's startled by the activity whirring all around him. Staff appear and disappear as if by magic, each carrying a tray of food or a stack of linens or some other creature comfort, and none of them seem to notice the bewildered gnome in their midst. He stands there, unsure of where to go or what to do, until a voice from above calls his name. He looks up to see Grog's enormous form at the top of the grand staircase, waving enthusiastically at him.

Scanlan scurries up the steps, weaving in and out of the castle staff. "Hey, big man. Sorry I'm late."

Grog shrugs. "You missed all the screamin'." With that terribly ominous statement, he turns and heads down the hall, and Scanlan has to scramble to keep up.

The castle is labyrinthine, and Scanlan quickly gives up hope of remembering where they are. Honestly, he's shocked Grog hasn't gotten lost himself. After a few minutes, they're in front of a set of grand marble doors, which Grog pushes open without knocking. "Found 'im!"

Inside, Scanlan sees gorgeously appointed chambers, with a roaring fireplace in the sitting area across from the massive four-poster bed that Scanlan could nearly walk under without ducking. Without waiting for him to ask, Grog scoops him up to set him on the edge of mattress, which is covered in a luxurious eiderdown.

Under the covers, propped up against a mass of pillows, is Vex, her hair sweaty and matted around her face, and in her arms, a tiny bundle, swaddled in a lavender blanket. Percy stands just beside her, with tired eyes and a dopey grin. Scanlan feels a swell of pride in his chest, as if he were the one to have brought a new life into this world they've saved. "Hey guys! So, anything new with you?"

Vex huffs out a little laugh. "I'm glad you're here, Scanlan. We wanted you to meet your namesake."

Scanlan faces crumples in confusion. "Are you serious?"

"Fuck no," Vex says with a snort, and okay, Scanlan has to admit that that was a good one.

"Here." Percy leans down to carefully scoop the little baby out of Vex's arms, and then he walks around the foot of the bed to come sit beside Scanlan. Finally, he can see his friend's baby, a pale, sleeping thing with a dusting of white hair and the roundest cheeks Scanlan can imagine. "Her name is Vesper Elaina."

Scanlan reaches a hand over to brush his hand over Vesper's, and her little fingers, even in sleep, instinctively curl around his. Scanlan's breath catches in his throat; this is what he missed, the lost moments with Kaylie he can never get back.

"She's perfect," he says quietly, more sincere than he's ever been in his life. "Absolutely perfect."

Scanlan has never seen such easy joy on Percy's face. "She's the best thing I've ever made."

He can't help himself. "I agree. I promise not to throw this one into a pit of acid."

Percy lets out a half-manic laugh. "I...would appreciate that, yes."

"Unless you think you've got more demon problems. In which case you know I'm here for you, bud."

Percy balances Vesper in the crook of one arm so he can wrap Scanlan into a side-hug with the other. "I know you are. If I ever need to throw my daughter into a pit of acid, I absolutely know who to call."

"If you're going to talk about killing our child with acid before she's even two hours old," Vex drawls, "can you do so outside so that I can sleep?"

Scanlan makes the perilous slide down onto the floor. "Of course, Lady de Rolo." He lets Grog lead them out of the room so that Vex can rest, and as Percy walks so very carefully with his new daughter in his arms, Scanlan elbows his shin to get his attention. "For real, though. This is incredible. What a beautiful addition to your family."

"To our family," Percy reminds him. "You're not getting out of uncle duties, Shorthalt. Someone has to teach her how to be a pain in my ass."

Scanlan salutes. "Mission accepted."

[crithaus]

man I am thinking about it but Zephrah is but one of the Ashari homelands, thus Keyleth is the heiress apparent of the air ashari people, the princess, and she was chosen which is cool according to the wiki even if Vilya was her mother she still had to be chosen to go on the aramente, which I wonder if she failed would her nobility pass on to the next person? Does her princesshood come from her mother or her position as tempest-incumbent? I would imagine the second one And I wonder how this stacks up legitimacy wise to the rest of Tal'dorei and Exandria proper cuz Syldor only seems super impressed by Percy even tho Syldor sucks and is a shit metric so nvm but inside her domain, her small but significant section of people, she is a la Germany during the 1700-1800s, a princess amongst the 3 other leaders of the Ashari, now it seems the Ashari governmental system is at least a little less centralized than say Tal'dorei but it still technically has Kiki as their princess now I'm making a point with this so bear with me,

And Percy, in much the same position, is, or was the second he stepped back into Whitestone, and especially showcased in TLOVM, the Big Man on Campus, the top authority, in fact he says in EP 64 to Syldor that he is of the Royal House of Whitestone, before his lil responsibility shirking ass defected to Cassandra he was the boss here, and if Whitestone is a Royal House and yet outside of Uriel's jurisdiction and his line of succession too, and Whitestone has had a Duke and a Count within it's borders as well and Percy being able to title people higher than he is, or being lower ranked than the people of those houses when they are not the main and royal House of Whitestone, is just silly and commensensically incorrect so he's higher here than duke, count, and baron, that's like principality status, one rung below Uriel's deal, a little Monaco in the Europe that is Tal'dorei. so he's a Prince, was probably the Grand Prince in the wee moments before he gave it to Cass, he's a Prince which is so cool, prince of a similarly insular people to Shepard, just like Keyleth

Keyleth is a little more involved in, to borrow from kerrick's letter, the 'gardening' of Zephrah post campaign but still she and Percy are on a very level field here which thrills the Me because it's two stressed out, very lonely and burdened babies, too young for this shit, with surprisingly good leadership skills and without either of the parents that knew how to do all this ruling stuff trying their very best to get through it all intact, Percy might took a hard left into evil demon territory for a second, but no wonder honestly that those two latched onto each other so hard, they had one other person who knew intimately the pressure the other was under, and I mean it goes even deeper truly,

They would have only began preparing Keyleth for her aramente when it became clear Vilya failed hers, years after she left, and Percy might not have been Julius or Vesper but after the massacre in the back of his mind he had to have known that when he went back he'd be in Charge for however long it took him to kill himself revenging his family, so by the time the two of them met they really were side by side with the wide gulf of Responsibility they Weren't Ready For in front of them, which makes it cuter to me that this was how Percy attempted to bond with Kiki at first prestream but like

Man, my little Royal Duo, kicking ass and taking names, Percy mighta broken the mold a little with this council but y'know I think if it were really a big deal despite Keyleth taking BH to him directly they would have had to talk to Cass and the rest of the Council first upon meeting them all so 😌 council served it's narrative purpose now my lord and lady can rule as they please, or at least Vex can which I will take to the Bank, I mean Lady De Rolo Coinmistress of Tal'dorei and her trophy husband? Absolutely (also this makes vex a princess by marriage and also it'll make Vax a PRINCE by marriage when they get him back (cuz they're gonna I choose to believe, it's what Vex deserves damnit, I refuse to be pulled from this fantasy) and he'll hate that it'll be so cute and funny)

But man this friendship, forged under the stoop of backs bowed by such responsibility set on them both far far far too young but bearing it flawlessly anyway, really is so... Percy's going to freak the fuck out when he finds out what Otohan did to her, it's gonna be so good

Their friendship man, it is so important to me. They see each other, they understand, through thick and thin and they are both broken and and a little fucked up but they still stick by each other, Keyleth rails at Percy whenever his bloodlust during the Briarwood arc gets outta control, and Percy's always there to shore Keyleth up when her charisma falls a little flat, it's a friendship built on being seen so deeply and understood in a way that only they can, even if it still isn't quite enough to mend their worse habits, even if it isn't enough to convince Percy to forgive himself then and it isn't enough for Keyleth to acknowledge that the past did happen and was horrible but the bright future is still being written. And they mirror each other sometimes, look at Percy during the Briarwood Arc vs Keyleth and Raishan, look at Keyleth seeing how poorly revenge treats Percy and yet committing to it anyway, they are so similar in so many ways. But it is enough, to be seen by each other.

also please look at this sketchingsparrow knows what I'm putting down

[uncxntrxllable]

MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why.

For funsies because I can, I'll include the new muses I haven't yet set to public on my muse list yet because why not.

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise) - from softest to the toughest muse.... Well, the more softer muses would be: Maisie, Ellie, Delta, Lorelei, Dreamer, Juniper, Nelly.

And I feel like I'd put Jamie, Thalia, Alpha, Henry, Rex, Vesper and Mara (new) in the middle.

Whereas the tougher muses would be Charlie, Lakota, Aiden, Bailey, Nevaeh, Umbra (new) and Kalika (new).

I'd probably mark Ellie as the softest of them all, and Charlie as the toughest. Ellie has the most overall introverted personality, she doesn't want any problems, no conflict, no nothing. If you push her buttons far enough she will definitely scar you for life, but I mean, she's a werewolf with underlying anger issues, so like... What do you expect? And Charlie is just, capable of downright evil. I'd tie her with Lakota and Kalika but those two are different in that they are the way they are because of what they are by nature, whereas Charlie is simply an old fashioned bitch.

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly? - Maisie could blow $1000 so fast you'd question if she ever had $1000 in the first place. And probably on food.

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them? - BELOW THE CUT because it gets long from here.

Charlie has often been referred as the Coyote because of Fang or by those who know of her shapeshifting ability. Friends may call her Charles (can't take credit there, @vulpuslunae did it first!) Dreamer is known as the Reaper, Little Reaper, Reaper Cat because he is exactly those things. Lakota is called many things by everyone and I'd say a staple would be monster, forest monster, or mother nature's monster. But she's also called an akhlut, which is, a vicious beast that takes the form of a wolf/orca or aquatic wolf. Friends may call her Kota! Lorelei has been known as the forest spirit or forest guardian. She is also called a certhera, which means a creature that takes the form of a leopard/stag, the name itself being a mix between the scientific names for the deer and the leopard. Friends may call her Lori. Kalika (new) would be more famously known as the demon in the woods, or called the cursed wolf, or named yutara which is the combination between the scientific name for the maned wolf and the greek word for "curse." Friends may call her Kali or Kal. Mara (new) was given the nickname Queen while she was in the military, because she is a feline shapeshifter, and "queen" is what you call a female cat. Friends may call her Mar (or her brother). Maisie is often called Little Kitty, Kitty or Kitty Cat by Charlie, but I could possibly see others calling her this as well. And of course, it is because of Fox and the fact that she can shapeshift into a cat. Umbra (new) is a species of dragon that has long-been known as the "witch's dragon" because of their strong connection to magic and also their common alliance with witches back in the day. Also called the dreadwyrm, now I'm still putting together her backstory but the idea here is that she was a war dragon at some point and the enemy nicknamed her this. Vesper was sometimes referred to as Morning Star, that is what his name means. However, this is something that was mostly used while he was in captivity. Rex was occasionally called "king" because that is what his name means by his humans when he lived in his enclosure. Ellie used to be called Eleven, but that wasn't necessarily a nickname. She was just a number in some lab. She could be called El by friends! Juniper has no special nicknames, but friends and family may call her Juni. Delta may sometimes be called Del for short. She also particularly likes "good dog." Alpha has a few things that he's been called, blue beast because he's a massive blue wolf, beast of wolf lake; where he lives and again, massive wolf. Lightning wolf because he is known and or rumored to harness lightning, and lastly, hero of wolf lake due to his history. Nelly has no particularly special nicknames, but friends might call her Nel. Jamie & Aiden, Thalia, Nevaeh, Henry, and Bailey do not have any nicknames.

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school? - My animal muses? No, they don't really care about human or humanoid trends. They just animal. Charlie reminisces on the past sometimes, like old-school and whatnot, probably thinks there's way too many ridiculous rules nowadays, but she stays up to date for the most part. Lakota doesn't give a rat's booty about the latest trends of humans. Bailey lives in the apocalypse and probably doesn't even know what "trend" means, Henry also lives in a post-apocalyptic world. Lorelei does her best to keep up to speed with how times change with the humans. Ellie doesn't know what any of this means. Kalika probably secretly wishes things were like "back then." Thalia keeps up to speed and really enjoys technology. Maisie has no idea wtf she is doing and probably thinks the world has too many rules now. The others just kinda, keep up with the basic things to stay up to speed and don't care too much to look back on the past. They're just... So so? yeah.

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings? - Charlie didn't have any siblings... Technically, her little group were strangely tight-knit like a family but anyway it doesn't matter because she killed everybody. You could kinda in a way say that Lakota and Lorelei are "siblings" given that they are "related" in the sense that they are each other's opposite, and they, in this current life, have a good standing relationship. Mara and Juniper definitely have the best relationship with their sibling, Mara has a sister and Juniper has a brother. Jamie has or had the worst relationship with her little brother, but that was mainly because of her parents, her brother basically copied their behavior and it just wasn't good.

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune? - Maisie, even if she's terrible. She wants the spotlight. She has no sense of shame.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model? - Lakota. She would hate it so much and she'd also let you know how much she hates it.

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? - Panic: Maisie, Ellie. In between: Thalia, Vesper, Henry, Juniper, Delta, Bailey, Mara. Unfazed: Charlie, Lakota, Lorelei, Umbra, Kalika, Rex, Jamie & Aiden, Dreamer, Alpha, Nevaeh, Nelly.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation? - I have to say... Most really don't care. Except Lakota. Good luck getting her into any kind of vehicle type whatever, doesn't matter what it is, she will walk. She'll get there faster than any mode of transportation anyway. Nevaeh also isn't a fan of most cars because of her horns and wings, she usually doesn't fit comfortably. Well, and I guess Umbra and Rex cause they be dragons and no fit into no modes of transportation. They ARE a mode of transportation. Who needs the dragonmobile? They got you.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse. - I feel like I blab about everything regarding my muses that there is nothing left to blab about.... Well, a funny fact is because Ellie can't read, you could show her the written word "cow" and then tell her that's how "dog" looks / spells on paper and she'll probably believe you because she knows nothing about grammar or spelling or written words.

tagged by: @wexarethewalkingxdead thank you for tagging me! ♥ tagging: @sorrowsick @wolfpackmuses @vntagetee @rubiesintherough @myriadxofxmuses @innerwar @realmyths @epistrefei

[cityandking]

2, 6, 14, 15, 22 for bran/sabine + vesper/cullen!

thanks babe // oc asks romance edition

2. How did your OC and their partner meet?

BRAN + SABINE — it varies au to au, but broadly sabine was running and bran offered her a ride. bran knows what it's like to need to go, and no matter what world they're in, like calls to like. VESPER + CULLEN — they kinda met when vesper was unconscious and half-dead, but properly, they met over a makeshift war table in the back room of the haven chantry. vesper knew of him by reputation, but found him to be not quite what she expected for the knight-captain of kirkwall.

6. Is your OC married to their partner? What are their thoughts about marriage? Would they get married (if they're not already)?

BRAN + SABINE — YEAH THEY ARE! THEY'RE MARRIED!!!!! I don't think either of them ever expected it even a little bit—branwen certainly hadn't even once put a single thought into getting married except to be pretty sure it wasn't for her; she couldn't possibly imagine herself tied down like that. and then she met sabine. (I think they probably eloped. sabine proposed.) VESPER + CULLEN — they eventually got married after the inquisition was disbanded. it was a modest ceremony in arlesans where vesper's older sister lives and where vesper and cullen settled down for a couple years immediately post-Inquisition. most of the inner circle came, and their families (the rutherfords gave them loads of shit (affectionate) for having the ceremony in orlais). given their time in the circle, neither ever expected to get married. both were shyly, quietly thrilled, which everyone agreed was very cute. the ceremony was sweet and low-key (cassandra officiated); the reception was raucous and delightful

14. What's the worst memory your OC has of their partner?

BRAN + SABINE — any memory of sabine throwing herself into danger and not coming out again. there's at least one forced-to-leave-her-behind moment that simply undid bran in ways she's never openly admitted to anyone (though there are a couple people in her life who would clock it anyway) VESPER + CULLEN — not quite a memory, but even years down the line, vesper has nightmares about the envy demon taking his shape at therinfal—half the time she's covered with his blood, and half the time he's the one tenderly splitting her throat.

15. What's the best memory your OC has of their partner?

BRAN + SABINE — almost certainly the first time sabine smiled at her properly and openly and honestly. like the clouds splitting and that first glint of sunlight off the water; like setting sail and the smudgy safety of land vanishing over the horizon. like falling in love. (the first i love you is also incredibly special) VESPER + CULLEN — something embarrassingly innocuous. a meal at the tavern or the tail end of a war table meeting or working late in his office one night, happening to look up and catch his eye, and his lips quirking—not even a full smile, just the shadow of amusement as the fire flickered low and the world moved around them but they were still and quiet and together—and realizing she could be happy with him forever, actually. (also, surviving corypheus)

22. How does your OC respond to their partner being in pain? How does their partner respond when they're suffering?

BRAN + SABINE — it depends on the kind of pain. bran's careful during sabine's bad days, when her shoulder and/or knee are acting up. she's good about talking to healers/doctors/professionals to find out what she can do to help. when it comes to the self-inflicted sort of pain—sabine is nothing if not good at diving into a situation she knows will fuck her up—she tends to get angry. she's protective of her people, even (especially) in the face of their own bad decisions. VESPER + CULLEN — both of them have some chronic stuff going on (the lyrium withdrawal, the anchor) and they mostly handle it by trying to be open and patient and stepping up when one of them needs the support. vesper's had some healer training and does her best to alleviate the worst of things for cullen, but sometimes more magic makes his migraines worse not better. mostly they just quietly ache for each other and wish they could do more. (when it comes to the bigger stuff—serious injuries, big griefs, etc.—cullen's prone to loud, frantic concern and vesper will stew in silent nauseating worry. neither of them are particularly good at being helpless; not being able to fix things for the other is always the worst part.)

[russet-writing]

» Masterlist/Introductory Post

Introduction:

Hi everyone! I thought I should try to make a convenient little place for all of my works and a little introductory post for the blog/me… So here you are! Also if the layout or links are a bit funky, please take it easy on me. I’m an old man when it comes to this stuff.

My name is Fox, I go by he/him and I like writing. Most of my posts on here will probably be related to Whump, original characters or other random snippets. That being said, I would also like to put out a disclaimer: much of my work will have some pretty darkthemes. Warnings will always be down in the tags, and right front and center on particularly graphic posts, but just in general please stay responsible for yourself and your media consumption. Thank you.

On a different note, Always feel free to sends asks or make writing requests— I tend to be a bit awkward with making conversation with strangers on the internet and can’t guarantee I will actually be able to engage with them, but I will read them and they’re always appreciated! That should be all, below will be a Masterlist for all of my works conveniently organized into tiny little sections, how swell :)

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Masterlist:

Merry Whump of May 2024

Actually only doing one prompt a week unless I get inspired and have spare time (very rare)

Day 1, Prompt 03 “Lost” (“See what happens” | Screwdriver | Club)

Sanctity

A whump series revolving around a Priest and a demon, taking place in a secluded town in a very corrupt and cult-like church

Chapter I: The Exorcism of Mercy Howard

Pestilence (Placeholder name):

Set in a fantasy world in which the dark elf Admiral Yahlar and his kin have recently allied themselves with the Vesper/waspfolk, and, in turn, Lord Haspur. Forewarning: This is less of a coherent story and more just a collection of scenes and drabbles.

War Horns & Well Wishes

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Whump:

This is just a list of posts that are centered around Whump instead of any of my main stories or characters.

“Relax…”

“Look at them.”

[eldritch-spouse]

This ask bout to be WILD please forgive me if I make you uncomfortable

What flavor of cum have the concubi had before?

Have they ever taste something bitter (but a good kind of bitter) with a hint of sweetness and an aftertaste of saltiness? or idk if it was tangy it kinda tasted sweet but also saltish? too much, so what's their favorite flavor?

I love how I'm talking about cum as if it were ice cream

Concubi are hardwired to enjoy the taste of sexual fluids, be that a cumshot or the slick of a wet cunt, it always makes their brain spark with elation, because it's what sustains them and validates their purpose. Their sense of flavor is also different from ours. There comes a time (adulthood) where concubi stop relying on actual food to sustain themselves, and their tastebuds change, they no longer have that "favorite flavor" the same way others do.

This is like asking someone to go to the front of the class and tell everyone and little bit about themself. You're going to be stuck with a loading wheel on your head and, overall, think your answer could have been better.

Approach Santi about his favorite flavor of cum and he'll say "Salty!", then "No, tangy!" then "Wait... Runny and sweet!", opening and shutting his mouth while his last brain cell burns to a crisp nugget.

Approach Vesper and he'll start describing parameters of cum-flavor you're not even aware of. "The slick of an extremely devout woman in complete denial of her desire for the demonic.", "The cum of a man who has been troubled for so long that he forgot the simplest pleasures in life-", "The taste of a person who just discovered their biggest fetish and is indulging in it for the first time!". Vesper is playing 5D chess over here.

The rest will either fumble like Santi or tell you they like lots of it. Taste? No, quantity.

[kathyprior4200]

2P Heaven Hotel Characters: Coerciona Vesper

PRINCESS COERCIONA VESPER (2P Charlie) (Comes from the term “coerce” meaning to threaten people – her last name is Vesper, “evening prayer” in contrast to Charlie’s last name “Morning Star” after her father Lucifer).

Everything you love about the main protagonist Charlie Morningstar, lacks in Coercia. Spoiled, selfish, cruel, and entitled, this dark princess wants nothing more than to see demons and sinners destroyed. She is a rebel, who is served by her creepy hungry cherub babies GRUB and CHUB who eat, protect her and help carry her fiery electric guitars. Ironically, she isn’t always keen to follow Heaven’s strict rules. To stir up trouble and to prove to the denizens of her power, she creates the “Heaven Hotel” a place where denizens can indulge in moderate sin…provided they follow her rules. Unlike lesbian Charlie, Coercia is straight and has a crush on Adam, leader of the Exorcists! (She doesn’t know the sinner-hating angel used to be a human!) Coercia likes musicals but she is more of a rock/punk star than Charlie.

Coercia appearance: Pale white skin like Charlie’s but with dark teal spots on each cheek. Her hair is long and black, in a similar wavy style to Charlie’s but decorated with barbed wire. Her eyes are dark blue like a freezing ocean, in contrast to Charlie’s crimson red eyes. Her long pants and suit are dark teal, black high heels, her undershirt is black with white buttons, and her bowtie is white. She has a spiky black halo over her head and black feathery angel wings. She had the bloodlust of an Exorcist, despite not being one. She frequently carries weapons like holy daggers and spears. Her favorite accessory is onyx bracelets covered with eyes.

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Coerciona has a crush on Adam and expresses her desire to be an Exorcist. She shows off her breasts to him and he gets an orgasm. Lute, of course, is mad and tells her to leave. “I’m the Exorcist general, and you haven’t seen life beyond your palace walls!” “I’m a princess who’s studied your army’s moves and trained on her own.” Coerciona says she will gladly be dominated by him on the weekdays but on holy days she would “ride him like an imp.” Adam is not pleased and claims that all women must be subordinate to him 24/7 and that she is too rebellious like Lilith. Coerciona seethes and says that unlike Lilith, she’d gladly listen to the sounds of Adam’s fingers cracking one by one. Adam shakes his head and says “You’re sexy but I’m with Lute and you’re not canon!” He then sends his Exorcists after her “Slap that thot princess!”, which she proceeds to knock all of them out singlehandedly. Coerciona stomps on Lute’s throat and was about to finish her but Adam blasts her away with his magic guitar. Coerciona then warns that she ranks above Adam and that she could still beat him in a rock concert and tells Adam to “Be a good little horned man and make sure that Charlie and her puny hotel gang gets demolished!” before angrily flying back to her 2P world. Adam briefly gulps in fear and remarks that he’s glad he’s with Lute in the canon world most of the time.

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@overx​

continued from (x)!

“My lips are sealed.” Maybe from Thea, maybe not. The point here is rather clear, though, and it’s equally clear that Voluntas understands it as well. There sure are stakes now, but that had been the point. 

Vesper knows what it’s like to drink with Volt. He’d turned the legal age a little under a year ago, and had equally learned how difficult it truly was to party with a demon. That night had been quite hard to remember, but he equally knew nothing had necessarily caused him to come to harm either. 

....It meant though, for here, he needed to approach with something stronger than traditional booze, hence the Soul Wine. 

Vesper takes the drink poured for him, but does not sip yet. It’s... a hard question, sure, but there are surely worse. “My father?” Vesper stares into the swaying liquid. “You just... had to go for that one...?” He frowns. “...He’s hard to deal with. It... feels suffocating, sometimes. I want to understand he means well.”

There. Azure eyes lift back up to the Infernal. “...Hm.” Does he want to spill the question so soon? No, he’ll wait. “So, how long did it take for you to start hitting on Raz?”

[overx]

𝄢 - For one song/piece each associated with the muse’s past, one associated with the muse’s present, and associated with the muse’s future. (Volt)

music headcanons [accepting!]

[[This took me a minute! Volt's playlist is huge with a lot of variety, so it was hard picking just one song for each category (ESPECIALLY present day Voluntas).

Past: Machine Gun Kelly feat. CORPSE - DAYWALKER!

In general, a lot of the heavier and angrier stuff on Volt's playlist goes back to his earlier days. As a wrath demon he's inherently violent and ill tempered, but it was FAR worse when he first came into existence. Pretty much anything could set him off. (Bonus for: Volt's playlist is where all the CORPSE music goes)

Present: The Chainsmokers - Sick Boy (ONEDUO Remix)

Present, track 2: Innerpartysystem - American Trash

This section is KILLING ME KILLING ME KILLING ME by only being one song so I cheated a little. I haven't gotten to dig into it on the blog yet because I haven't had a lot of threads for Voluntas. Volt is actually in a really complicated part of his life right now that he isn't going to make obvious. He projects pride and ego because he DOES have them, but he's also basically stuck in a super self destructive spiral which is just manifesting as like. Party vibes from the outside.

Most of his playlist reflects this with club music. It's also why he and Vesper struggle to genuinely communicate despite being connected by contract. Volt is constantly trying to fill the void with anything and everything he can get his hands on while also thinking he's Fine and avoiding forming close relationships as much as possible.

Future: Flight Facilities - Crave You (Adventure Club Dubstep Remix)

We'll get there <3]]

[hayleysayshay]

What's the fanfic idea you're most excited about? How about one you dread writing but love to spin in your head (because it'd be a lot of work/kick a hornets' nest/be super niche/etc.)?

Okay I’m just going to say a bunch of my faves and they’re varying degrees of crazy and they all sort

I’ve been loving vampire Percy AUs so I wanted to write on with barely any actual campaign plot events because they’re already being written. So basically Vox Machina kill Ripley and free an imprisoned vampire she was experimenting on. My original idea was he runs away, then they bump into him again and they join up after a few friendly meetings. But my new idea is they just keep Percy and teach him how to be a vampire, because that’s adorable to me. Either way the plot is ‘maybe we can find a cure for Percy’s vampirism’ to Vex saying ‘I’m down with being a vampire 👉👈’ Perc’ahlia romance. There’s zero revenge demon or Chroma Conclave in this so it’s just them travelling and doing some mercenary work. Also Keyleth is a werewolf in this AU because two days into her Aramente she got bitten and she’s looking for a cure. Grog really wants vampire percy and werewolf Keyleth to fight eachother. (This was originally a broader Paranormal VM AU where one of the twins or Scanlan could talk to ghosts, but I just don’t like ghosts much so I ditched it and don’t want to let go of werewolf Kiki). I have no middle for this fanfic so we’ll see.

I really, really want to write the Pacific Rim AU but it’s a lot of worldbuilding, even though I’ve seen the movie, I’ve never actually read pacific rim fanfic and the scale of this gives me a headache (I do not know how to write a drifting AU). But I think it would be a lot of fun

A fanfic that I’m excited about in that I could reasonably finish it if I got my arse in gear is the Arranged Marriage Cassandra post-campaign fic that’s endgame Cass x Kynan, I have just got caught up on the idea maybe I should have a Percy and Kynan POV or just keep it to Cassandra.

And my dream fanfic that’s rad in my head is an AU where only Percy dies at the hands of the Briarwoods (who are killed) (resurrection ritual fails). Original!Vesper is devestated (Percy was her favourite) and becomes a powerful wizard, and wrecks revenge on anyone following Vecna, and keeps bumping into Vox Machina but Vesper offers little help with thre Chroma Conclave, and along the way Vesper decides that the real problem all along was the Raven Queen as she took Percy. It won’t end well. This plot is very complete in my head, I just don’t know how much story it would actually be yet (just a one shot or more of an epic story). I think out of all of them this is the most niche as it really only appeals to me who wants to write about the original de Rolo’s (because the rest of the family are waiting in Whitestone, hoping she comes home).