#i hope this is cool !!

[sugoi-writes]

Vox x GN! Reader - Condensation is Bad for Computers

NO ONE ASKED, I DID THIS ANYWAY. Inspired by minkdelovely, as we had been going back and forth on one-word prompts to get back into the groove of writing. Hope you guys don't mind a little bit of Vox as a treat to hold you over <3

Wifey and I started a Hazbin-rewatch, so I'm SURE I will be getting the itch the crank out a LOT of Al content! Keep your eyes on the horizon!

Heads Up: mentions of work stress/aggravation, Reader is Velvette's secretary, low performers usually get popped, some fingering (didn't specify bits or bobbles), some doggy style, voyeurism and public sex if you use your imagination, Vox doesn't know how fashion works, and... Y E A H... There's cum. There's cum everywhere. HAVE FUN!

Your exchange started cordial; business as usual. Cold eyes and expressions putting out feelers for weakness, and barriers to hide their own. Most of your acquaintance had been like this: business-like, transactional... flatline. There was always an even, unwavering beginning and end. It frustrated Vox to no end. You thought nothing of it, as dense as you were. 

One day, there was a change: a glitch in your programmed agenda. A hand to your shoulder, followed by a concerned expression. Vox had seen the look on your face before. Your head hung neutral, almost lowered. Your eyes held a deep, haggard stare. Your brows, usually neat and high, hung low on your face, revealing and creating deeper shadows on your face. Your jaw was tight. 

Simple put: you were exhausted. That was the delicate way to put it. 

Velvette had you working like a pack mule, unable to sit or "unplug" for even a few moments. Deadlines mounted, growing harsher and more deranged by the hour. You knew what happened to people with poor performances...

There was no firing, rather an erasure. And as meager as it was, you'd like to keep on "living". 

Vox's expression hardened, before his patience snapped. He was on top of you before you could express protest or invitation. Hands found your wrists as your mouth was enveloped by his. The heat of his touch brought a much-needed life to your aching, broken body. You felt like a part of you had been woken from a deep, groggy sleep; a desire was being fulfilled. 

Something that laid so dormant for Vox, yet so patient, finally came out to play. He sighed when you kissed him back.  

You don't remember much of what happened in between. You don't recall your clothing becoming a muddled pile on the floor, or his hands working you through your first climax. You struggled to remember his sweet nothings that were hissed into your temple, his hips claiming your tired body tenderly. He had taken you to a ledge, and you willingly plunged off of it, diving face first into seeking your pleasure. A selfish notion… how very uncharacteristic of Velvette’s hardworking employee! 

When you seemed to regain some of your thoughts, you felt the cool expanse of glass pressing your cheek. Your hands lightly squeaked as you tried pushing your head up... before you were slammed back down. You whined as the TV Star frisked your hair, his other hand bruising your hip. He couldn't help the breathless moan that slipped out as he continued to piston into you. 

Many thoughts swam about your mind as your body recoiled and bounced against the window. 

Would your face be on tabloids across town, your drool and alluring gaze burned into everyone's memory? Would you be able to explain to your supervisor why your appearance became even more rumpled, old tear tracks clinging to your cheeks? Would you be able to play off your ruined voice, cracked and grating like nails on a chalkboard? Oh, how Vox made you scream when you came for the– third… time? By this point, you didn't mind losing count. 

Despite this all, you could only focus clearly on one thing: the fog... The fog that your hot breath created against the glass. The opacity would increase every time his cock plunged in, only to dissipate when he withdrew. The fog almost felt more lewd than the noises that filled the air. The lecherous slapping of skin on skin couldn't compare to embarrassing warmth and condensation that settled on the window. 

You were close. So very close to being fulfilled again. After this grueling month of work-related agony, you were practically owed this. You reach behind yourself and grab onto Vox's tie, yanking him in for a kiss. Initially a little surprised, Vox huffed into your bold move, creating his own in the next breath. He grabbed your right leg, raising and holding it aloft as he lost his rhythm. Your kiss was the missing component to his release, and it was approaching MUCH too quickly. 

You were wracked with the feeling of satisfaction, body locking up during your climax. You greedily sucked on Vox's tongue, swallowing his wanton, heated moans. Your aching, gooey core dribbled with his new release, unable to keep everything inside. That sight may have been as lewd as the condensation, your face unable to keep the heat that rose to your face at bay.

When the two of you parted, Vox released your leg, only to loop his slender arm around your waist. He held you securely as you both slid to the floor, clumsy and spent from your little romp. 

Vox leaned his head against his free arm, panting as he looked down to you and your filth-covered form. Velvette didn't have an eye for this look... but the milky sheen of his release looked especially fitting on your flushed skin. A contrast, a juxtaposition… something so sheer on something so soft and opaque… He would have to find a way to make this a more permanent addition to your wardrobe.

"Fuck me..." he ground out, laughing breathlessly as he came back to his senses. His poor processor fans were whirring loudly, trying to adapt to his temperature change. However, no amount of fans or coolant could relieve the burn in his chest, or the flush that settled over his face. You smile back at him, eyes glassy as you watch him pant and heave above you. 

"I just did. Unless... you need me to help you out again, sir...?" Vox shook his head, chuckling at your tired attempt at flirtation. He didn’t let you linger on the floor for long, bringing you up into his arms like a bride on her honeymoon. 

"I'd rather do what you need for tonight. What can I do to help Velvette's hardworking, doting secretary?"

[vhouatroph]

Vampirism is a disease in Karvaea that affects most corporeal creatures. An entity afflicted with vampirism is typically referred to as a vampire.

Vampirism is transmitted through the exchange of bodily fluids. For most creatures, this is often through a bite, or consumption of infected meat.

Creatures that become vampires generally go through a few stages of infection. Early on, the disease will cause a mild iron deficiency, leading to a heavy craving for meats.

This is a vital time for the infection, as it is still curable in this state. If meat consumption is kept to a minimum during this time, the disease will pass. If meat is heavily consumed, the infected will go through further stages of the disease. Vampirism is particularly dangerous to obligate carnivores, who are unable to properly moderate their meat intake.

Once a creature has eaten enough meat to satisfy the disease, iron levels revert to normal, but behavioral changes do not: vampires will have a higher level of aggression and a larger appetite for meat than their peers. In some cases, particularly among social species, cannibalism will also occur.

Creatures will begin to physically change as vampirism progresses. Rapid gum recession is one of the first physical signs of vampirism. Following this, teeth will see a minor increase in size. In synapsids, (including mammals) canine teeth will see a significant increase in size in particular. For creatures with already large canines, this can result in injury. In creatures with a chitin shell, future molts will often see an increase in sharpness and rigidity of the shell.

Other behavioral changes that come with later stages of vampirism include a shift towards a nocturnal activity cycle in creatures that normally prefer diurnal or crepuscular activity cycles. Solitary vampires will become more territorial, and social vampires will become more reclusive among non-vampire peers.

Social vampires will also generally form their own groups separate from a larger group, referred to as a "camp." Camps will go on nightly rampages to mass feed on prey, often leading to the widespread slaughter of livestock. This explosion in vampire activity all at once is usually also when vampirism is finally properly noticed within a region, making outbreaks very difficult to prepare for.

After several weeks to months of feeding, vampires will begin to experience iron overload, and perish en masse. This will often create large corpse fields, where scavengers will often feed to continue the cycle of infection if they are not dealt with.

The origin of vampirism in Karvaea is the Divine Parasite Tholora, an entity that lives within the brimsanguid realm of life. Tholora is an entity that has been written about all throughout history, along with her plagues of vampirism. She wanders the world, spreading vampirism where she goes, and feeds on the corpses once the vampires expire. Tholora does not often stay in one place for too long, often moving as seasons change.

Tholora is approximately 3 meters tall and 2.5 meters long. She is mildly equine in appearance, though has a rather long neck and bizarre 8-toed feet. A majority of her body is covered in black feathers, except her head which has a hard chitin "mask" that keeps her mouth covered when she is not feeding or fighting. She has two eyes which see through triangular holes in her mask, and five horns. Along Tholora's back are a number of cnidarian-like tentacles, which extend to the end of her short tail. Tholora's blood is green, and her flesh is blue.

Tholora spreads vampirism by nonfatally attacking prey at night, generally small synapsids. As the injured animals are hunted by larger predators, vampirism spreads through the food chain until reaching apex predators. As this goes down, Tholora hides in waiting until the mass feedings begin. At this time, Tholora moves out and starts to actively hunt animals that have become infected with vampirism. It is not unheard of that Tholora will appear in the middle of a fetching operation to deal with vampire attacks. In these events, she is generally not hostile towards humans unless provoked.

When provoked, Tholora is often considered to be a cocky combatant at first. She apparently doesn't take most creatures seriously, and relies heavily on kicks, head slams, and just throwing her bulk around to subdue attackers. When something is not easily defeated, Tholora begins to take her attackers a little more seriously.

Tholora is noted to have a magical bias towards fire magic. With that, when she becomes sufficiently annoyed, she will wreathe herself in flames. Tholora will release the cover over her mouth, and begin to spit blood out in all directions. Being a brimsanguid, Tholora has a notable level of sulfur in her blood, and as such this blood is combustible. Tholora will set her blood on fire, hurting and confusing attackers all the while she also continues her physical attacks. Any attempt at slaying Tholora has been met with retreat or death. If she enters the area during a fetch, the area will be abandoned until she leaves. During vampirism outbreaks, fetchers will be instructed to make plans on what to do if they come into contact with Tholora.

Tholora, like all brimsanguids, originated from the Lilieaeta region. There are no known individuals of her species besides her, and investigations have led to believe she is the last remaining individual of it. The only region vampirism has never been found in is the Arisaerel region.

[kitzenvoncatzen]

TOTALLY AWESOME FILM THEORY

guys what if chikin nugit and [hazbin hotel/helluva boss] are connected i think that would be very cool my evidence is time man cool + other [kinda time not really idk] man also cool and also kinda slightly similar art style but i know thats not really saying anything i just think this would be cool tbh

[bledf1rst]

peter talks around a mouthful, a shred of lettuce toppling into his lap. his mask is rolled up over the bridge of his nose, both fingers curled around the paper wrapping of a sandwich the crinkles every time he ducks forward to take another bite.

" i've actually fought a GIANT LIZARD before, " he admits, " so a werewolf is pretty low on my list of weird stuff i've run into. figures that supernatural stuff exists, science on it's own is pretty iffy. " the guy saying this got bit by a radioactive spider. he likes to think he knows what he's talking about.

" so? give me the details. what's it like? should i be worried or do you have it on, like, LOCKDOWN or whatever? "

@wirwolff / closed starter [...]

[wdmaialen]

working nine to five: maia and hwanji

@wdhwanji

She should have never cured that insomnia.

Really, it was Maia's own fault. She knew this would happen, but her heart ached for the poor student. She knew what it was like to struggle during exams and how nerves could keep you up late at night. The student had rambled about their family and their high expectations. So, Maia had sold them the potion. They had come back this morning, overjoyed about a good night's sleep and happy that they had enough potion to last the week. Maia, meanwhile, had bags under her eyes.

She had managed thirty minutes of sleep last night and was not looking forward to the evening. Maybe there would be time for catnap later. Her mind drifted off, thoughts of her comfy couch filling her mind.

Maia's head lolled, when she heard the bell ding above the door. She jumped off her seat, accidentally knocking it over. "I'm up!" she said. The clang made her flinch. Yes. Very professional.

Her face flushed even more when she realized it was Hwanji at the door. Well, that was certainly a good luck. Who didn't respect a boss who they found asleep at the front desk? She quickly straightened herself out. "I was just... meditating. It helps me come up with potion recipes." That sounded believable, right? "It's been a bit dead this morning."

[hollis-art]

ngl im not even a superman fan. i just REALLY like clark kent,,, (thank you, Smallville, for that.)

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[very-small-giant]

you have been bad friends to riz gukgak

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[chloesimaginationthings]

If Gregory experienced FNAF ruin…

[ruushes]

companions re-classed part 3 - shadowheart 🌌🌚🌝

*shadowdancer isn't a 5e rogue subclass, it's a 3.5e rogue-based prestige class, but it suits her so well and when i played 3.5e as a kid i thought it was the coolest thing ever lol so i wanted to use it

karlach 🔥 wyll ⚔️

[bloominglegumes]

HASBRO DONT YOU DARE MESS HIM UP

[catskullery]

New sticker design for ANYC :)

Welcome to 🍔FLAVORTOWN🍔

By popular demand, the pre-order is up! Get it fresh and hot right off the grill!! ✨🥩

[ID: Dungeon Meshi fanart of Senshi dressed as and posing like Guy Fieri, wearing sunglasses and a flame-patterned shirt as he points dynamically at the viewer. Signs that say "Dungeons, Drive-Ins, Dives" hang around him. End ID]

[xtinyslip]

❝  you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞

"oh but i do and that's half the problem." who was he kidding? that was the entire problem. BAD THINGS happened when he was around and sure, he shouldn't be alive right now because those bad things happened to him too but worst of all? they happened to the people he cared about. they happened to the people he considered family and he couldn't allow it to happen any longer. it's why he was in the predicament he was in and he was glad of it. if the whole world thought ryan hardy was dead? then it was better that way. no matter how much it hurt, how much it sucked or how much he missed them. they could never know. "look you seem nice and all which is why you should really stay away from me..." @fcdcdmcmories

[camiliar]

Which one are you? I’m Aerial Fishing