#it’s probably a zoid thing

[tothepointofinsanity]

[Recently I’ve began to feel unpleasant towards the notion of going outside in any capacity involving public spaces shared by other people. Everything becomes a blur to the point where my view of the world starts to spin and distort. I can’t concentrate on anything when I’m put outside u_u]

[depresssant]

Shades of Cool

NEGLECTFUL!PLATONIC!YAN!batfam x GN!reader

synopsis : growing up with a shit mom and constant step-dads and mom's boyfriends, your view on life has grown pretty bleak. you just want to die, since it doesn't seem to get better than this. things can't get any worse, can they?

wsp guys. it's been pretty long, huh?... OK IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IT QUICKLY. here, damn 🙄. anyways, i hope yall enjoy n im glad u guys liked the first chapter. lets just hope this one lives up to yalls expectations 😭. follow me and repost this if u want a chapter three. also I NEED SOMEONE TO EDUCATE ME ABOUT SUNDAY FROM HSR BC I WANNA WRITE FICS ABOUT HIM SO BAD SO PLS SOMEONE EDUCATE ME N ALSO IF U KNOW LOVE AND DEEP SPACE??? PLS HIT ME UP AND EXPLAIN THIS LORE BC I WANNA WRITE YANDERE FICS FOR THEM SO BAD

“Why are balls called balls when testicles sounds hella fancier?”

At your friend’s bizarre question, the face of your other friend, Zarian, twinges in disgust. “Jayelene… why do you feel the need to put that out there?”

You huff in amusement, focusing on your pizza before what Jaylene says ruins your entire mood.

“I’m just saying! Testicles just seems more appropriate⏤the type of fancy shit drake and his family would say.”

Tim Drake Wayne…

Dinner with him and his freak-a-zoid family was like trying to make it past no-man’s land without any help to shield you from the straight up chilling vibes they gave off with their constant comments about bat facts. Bats. The atmosphere during the entire time you spent there was dreadful and quite literally heavy since Tim's youngest little brother wanted to sneak stares at you as if you wouldn’t notice his bug-looking eyes creeping into your soul.

Rich people really are weird, huh?

The Wayne family is nothing like how you expected them to be. They’re supposed to be cold, mysterious, and irresistibly enchanting, but all you’ve got are creepy vibes and a strong urge to stay away from them as much as possible. From the way Mr. Wayne made that weird comment about your father in the limo to how forcibly happy Richard or “Dick” was with you, you’ve come to an understanding that rich people are complete lunatics.

The Wayne family is full of a bunch of lunatics.

And you’re not afraid to voice that.

“There you go again,” Jaylene sighs when she notices the irritated expression on your face. “It’s never that serious, [Name]. You just hate everyone.”

“No, you don't get it! They were creepy as hell! Like… Like bats in dark caves coming at you all at once. They talk funny, they look funny⏤they act funny! What normal man name drops your mother’s name after knowing each other for about thirty minutes?”

Zarian huffs in amusement. “That’s the creepy part. How does Mr. Wayne know your name?”

“I dont know.” You run your fingers through your hair and lean back against the booth seat. “I don't want anything to do with them. Billionaire or not, how the hell does he know my mother’s name.”

It was perhaps towards the end of your stay at the Wayne’s manor for dinner, and you knew you had to go home, so you had largely hinted at leaving to Drake. Everything had gotten wrapped up, but when you were just about to leave, Mr. Wayne had told you, “make sure to tell [M/n] I said hi.”

You could only stare at him in shock as your body carried along, because how does a man as famous and wealthy as bruce wayne know your mother⏤your mother? He’s the chief executive officer of Wayne Enterprises yet mentions your mother?

That moment alone is enough to wave every red flag in your brain that screams at you, telling you something is up with these shady people. The only question is what? What can a billionaire possibly want from you? Out of everything the world has to offer, the most influential billionaire in America wants to target some meager high school kid?

What do these people want from you? Is it a rich people thing to play around with those below you? Well, you guess it probably is. Like, is Mr. Wayne gonna pop out with his soulless eyes and say, ‘you’re my long lost child?’ or something?

You still don’t know why you’re being a goat stuffed before slaughtering. These people want something from you, but you? You’ve got nothing to offer that they could want. Why the hell do they even bother? If there's one thing you really hate, it’s being left in the dark like this. Not knowing is terrifying. It's dangerous. Not knowing means not being prepared, and if you’re not prepared, you won’t make it out. Damn it, you should’ve booked it the moment Mr. Wayne mentioned your father in the limo. Movies and shows always display rich people as eccentric and psychopathic weirdos, and now you’re finally believing it.

Damn it.

You’re in danger. Okay.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration. But maybe it’s not.

You’ve watched enough true crime and have enough intuition and trust in your gut to know when something is wrong.

It’s not adding up.

You’re not dumb. You see all the warnings there, but what if you're exaggerating. What if this is just the nature of the Waynes, and you think you’re special enough to be noticed by them? Mr. Wayne is a damn billionaire! He’s got the money to do whatever he wants, so it’s only natural for him to do a background check on everybody that interacts with his sons, right?

It’s all in your head… It’s all in your head.

Sighing, you stare at the plate of food in front of you, appetite long gone. Still, you grab a fork and continue to eat as Zarian and Jaylene scream back and forth next to you. Drake, who had accompanied the three of you to the diner after practice, has left, thankfully. He left as soon as his food arrived while talking about some family emergency, and honestly, you’re pretty damn grateful for that.

Ever since dinner at his house, he’s surrounded you like a pillow smothering you, and you can’t do anything about it. He’s a billionaire’s son, for fuck’s sake.

It doesn’t take long for you and your friends to finish up, and you all part ways at the door of the diner before you clutch the straps of your backpack and walk around the city endlessly. This is a habit for you now⏤a way to put off going home as much as possible ever since you found out your mother’s boyfriend doesn’t come home until one or two in the morning.

That balding, ugly, sleazy piece of shit.

He’s as gross as every other man your mother’s brought home under the terribly veiled illusion that he’ll provide her a good life and treat her right. No matter how many times you try to tell that blind bitc… No. It's wrong. It’s not your mother’s fault.

But it sometimes feels like that, though.

Most mother’s destroy their own lives for their children, yet yours cannot even think about leaving the man that beats her child on a daily. Those types of mothers leave their spouses the second they see something wrong, while your mother treats those finger-print bruises around your neck like a necklace instead of abuse.

You’ve given up on her. You gave up on her back when you were eleven years old locked in a room with her boyfriend, and she didn’t listen. Or when you were twelve. Or thirteen. Or fourteen. Or fifteen. Or sixteen. Or seventeen. And now eighteen.

And each day feels like a repetition of the same. Wake up, go to school, practice, walk around, go home, get beat, and sleep like none of it all happens. It’s a routine you despise with every fiber of your being⏤makes you wanna jump over Gotham City Bridge before thinking about returning home because who would want to? Who wants this average life?

A life where you’re not happy enough, not sad enough. Not good enough, not bad enough. Not energized enough, not tired enough. You feel like a survivor of a plane crash floating on a raft at the center of the endless ocean with no way out. Everything just seems so vast, wide, and unreachable. How can you find the shore on a simple raft? How can you find a way out of inescapable misery if it’s not by drowning?

You’ve been waiting to find the shore, but it’s been a whole eighteen years since you’ve found yourself floating along the ocean.

That whole “it’ll get better” shit is a tragic lie.

Whatever.

It doesn’t matter⏤not anymore, at least. You’re going to get far away from this place and never look back. Never have to relieve this wretched city. Never have to be confined by chains again. You’ve only a few months left before you’re free.

Until then, you’ll have to be patient and go home because the sun has fully disappeared.

Nothing but satellites twinkle in the disgustingly polluted sky of Gotham City, and the streets have come to a staggering halt as you stroll about the sidewalks, trying to find the longest path to get home. One in the morning is always the perfect time in Gotham because it’s too late and too early to be outside, so it’s generally safe for a walk.

Of course, the universe likes to prove you wrong at every point.

The sound of a thud followed by a pained groan behind you has your legs locked and ready to run with your brain screaming alerts, but you take a deep breath and turn around. How bad can it get, anyways? The sight before you surprised you nonetheless. It’s… Nightwing, a Bludhaven hero, here in Gotham, just randomly popping up behind you?

With clear bleeding cuts and sprouting bruises across his body.

In the random alley you just happen to be in?

No. You’re looking into it too much.

His eyes lock onto and they make you freeze right then and there like he’s cast some spell upon you. But that’s for a cold, brief second before you’re hooking your thumbs under the straps of your backpacks and turning around hot on your heels, refusing to spare him a single second. 

You even hear him murmur a strained, “wait,” but you don't care. 

It’s rude, mean, cruel, and it’s also none of your business. All you simply do is walk ahead to your approaching doom with an pit of unease and bitter understanding of your helplessness in your stomach. You can already feel the soon-to-be new bruises blooming along your back.

You’re not a good person.

But, really, who is?

Smoking really does skill.

But now you know why people do it.

Each drag is more out of necessity than it is a choice ever since you’ve met your friend’s plug at the dumb age of sixteen, but it's a way to dull the harsh truth of reality. The world just fades into nothing but muted and mixed colors like the loud city underneath your balcony it blurs into a faint hum the longer you stare at the spiral puffs of smoke that disappear into the air. 

Everything’s bitter⏤the joint and you.

Really bitter at the blood semi-dried on your face and the dull ache along your back.

You’ve got about an hour and a half until you have to head out to school, so what other way is there to spend it than smoking away your brain? The joint’s a temporary escape, but it helps you stall whatever new feeling of despair you’ll feel for the day. Until you’re interrupted by your phone buzzing⏤the sound still a dull hum in your ears

“... Hello?”

“[Name]!”

Zarian’s voice?

“Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get to school or else you’re gonna get in trouble for not helping to set up the club fair, and coach will be on our ass! And don't forget to bring money for the tickets!”

Coach?... Club fair?... Club fair! Holy shit!

Your eyes shoot open, and you frantically scramble up, tossing the joint over the balcony railing before hectically staggering through the living room like a drunk man. Damn it, how could you be so clueless and forget such an important event? Especially one you need money for! Damn it⏤damnit! What do you do?

… Mom! She’s got a box of money somewhere in her closet, right? You’ve seen it before! It's just twenty dollars, and she wont notice. Okay… Okay. You’re quick to get ready. You wash away all the blood that’s dried on your face, brush your teeth, and change into baggy jeans and a clean shirt before storming into your mother’s bedroom and rummaging through her things. 

She’s off at work. Her bastard boyfriend doesn't come home until late at night, which means he’s probably already taken money for the day. Okay. That's fine. They won't notice.

But you can't find anything! What the hell? Where is that fucking box? You could’ve sworn it was there on the top shelf last night, but as you swipe your hands across everything on the shelf, you can’t find it. All of a sudden, something made of wood hits the top of your head and falls to the ground with a crack. You hiss, palm moving to cover where you got hit, but your eyes land on the box that now has money strewn all across the floor and a broken… false bottom?

What the fuck.

You pull away at the rest of the false bottom to only be met with countless photos of you as a child with your mother. Mom’s shit boyfriend had all the family photos taken down for some weird reason, so they’ve been here this entire time? All of these photos are full of you throughout every stage of your life, but some have different people in them as well. Their faces are either scratched out or they’re ripped out of the photo entirely.

From what you can gather, the figures are a man and what seems to be a teenage boy. The absurdity and even slight creepiness of the scratched out faces has you laughing, yet even with your now dulled senses, your eyes land on a photo you failed to notice earlier. Maybe you’re hallucinating. There must be something wrong with your brain. Or your eyes. The universe must be playing with you because is that a photo of you and a teenage-looking dick grayson?

Your eyes widen because it looks just like the strange man you had the unfortunate opportunity of having a conversation with during dinner with the Waynes. It’s him! More importantly, why the hell is he holding a ‘three year old’ you’s hand? You probably should be screaming. Yelling. Maybe panicking? But all you can do is shuffle through the rest of the box before your fingers graze against something metal that has your heart jumping.

It’s a small camera.

With a bat engraved on its side.

Ears ringing so loudly in your head you can't even think, you wipe your teary and red eyes hastily before grabbing a twenty dollar bill, putting everything except for the photo and camera in the box, set it back on the closet shelf, and hastily grab your backpack before making way to school.

The second you reach the damned place, you seek out your now three friends and drop into a seat with a heavy thud, sighing and meeting Tim's eyes with a burning gaze.

“You mean to tell me [Name] found the camera? And you decided to tell me after school?”

Time Drake Wayne sighs and runs his fingers through his black hair, shrugging apathetically while scrolling through every photo in his phone that he’s taken of you during the club fair. His brother, Richard, is pacing throughout his room anxiously as he rambles off about their latest fuckup. 

“Look, Bruce doesn't let any slip ups happen,” Tim murmurs in exasperation. “He wouldn't let this happen because [Name]’s mom and him talked this morning. Relax, he probably knows.”

It's not a lot, but it’s enough to calm Richard down. The man takes a deep breath but finds himself sitting down next to Tim, trying to get a good look at the pictures. “How mad was [Name]?”

“High, for starters, but clearly pissed off. Very observant, too.”

“Don’t tell anyone else. Not until Bruce gives us the okay.”

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Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List! :D

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Radiostatic Fic Rec List

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

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Freak-A-Zoid by Femalefonzie

Summary: A shortage of suppressants in Hell means that Vox is going to be enduring a heat for the first time in years. Who better than the Vees' resident pimp to help him through it? Afterall, the last thing they need is for someone to complicate the situation with "feelings" and Val was the best at keeping love and lust separate. Until now.

TLDR; Valentino plays himself.

Notes: SO FUCKING FUNNY. Cannot read this in public bc I laughed too much. Val and Vox are both idiots. Perhaps the most human depiction of them that I've seen, especially during sex. Neither of them are suave or coordinated, but by god are they trying.

system takeover by Subedarling

Summary: Velvette has never been the type to play hero. But when a mysterious new player enacts a dangerous plot to usurp the Vees' power, taking her two idiots hostage in the process, that's exactly where she finds herself. Now she has no choice but to go on an impromptu rescue mission, maintain the facade that everything is fine to the outside world, and prove why she's the backbone of the Vees—and she hasn't even had her morning coffee yet.

Vox and Val are going to owe her��so hard after this.

Notes: Technically Velvette-centric but I'm including it anyway bc it does have Staticmoth; found family. She's so badass in this, I love it. The Staticmoth is very sweet. :3

even if i quit there's not a chance in hell i'd stop by Subedarling

Summary: Valentino stretches his arms over his head as he enters the kitchen, yawning. His robe is hanging loosely around him, and God, if Vox were to run his hand down his chest he could probably count all his ribs. He stops short when he sees the plates waiting for him on the counter. His eyes narrow. “The hell is this?”

“You know, most people would say thank you when their partner makes them breakfast,” Vox says dryly.

Notes: Very tender. A good kind of hurt. Deals with ED.

Parvulus by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox woke up to something... unusual. Terrifying, even. He calls Valentino, desperate for the help.

Valentino is, of course, irresponsible, and Vox is exhausted.

He just wanted to get through the day like normal, why did this have to happen?

Notes: Written before season 1. The art of Tiny Vox is not linked, but I've seen it before and it is SO CUTE. If anyone has a link, please share with me so I can link it here!

A Wager of Desire by Heliosolar

Summary: Valentino and Vox have a small dispute over something meaningless, so they make a bet.

Vox has to last an entire dinner while at Valentino's mercy.

What could go wrong?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. One of the first Staticmoth fics I read. :)

Venenum by Heliosolar

Summary: During an uneventful meeting, Vox makes the mistake of stealing a drink from Valentino.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Getting Railed (By Child Support) by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: The female of several species can store sperm for many years prior to using it to fertilize her eggs. As it turns out, spider trains do this too.

Decades after their romantic fallout, Overlord Choo Choo Charles is knocking on Val's door to demand he take responsibility for the results. By way of kidnapping his boyfriend to lure him to his den.

Notes: One of the crackiest fics I've ever read. Vox is an idiot with a horrible sense of self-preservation and Val fucks a spider train without birth control. Just...read it, okay? I literally cannot think about this fic without giggling like an idiot every time.

Beautiful Monster by IceBlueButterfly

Summary: “You’re late,” is the first thing that comes out of Vox’s mouth.

That sharp smile somehow grows wider.

“I believe the term is ‘fashionably late’ baby,” a smooth voice with a light Spanish accent replies.

Which… okay if Vox is being honest, is kind of hot.

Screen heating up a little more, Vox shoots a bored look.

“Or just late,” he snips back. “Oh well,” he claps his hands. “Doesn’t matter, you ready to get down to business?”

“Oh baby,” a bright gleam in even brighter eyes, “I’m always ready to get down.”

Vox is already regretting this decision.

OR Moments in time throughout Vox and Val's relationship. Vox may have no idea what the moth demon will bring to his life, but neither does Val.

Notes: A very nice exploration of how Vox and Valentino's relationship evolves.

Only a Shadow by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox shows up on the hotel’s doorstep with no memory of how he got there or who he is. They agree to house and heal him, and slowly but surely he finds joy in becoming better. Then Valentino shows up and is forced to choose between self-altering addiction and the closest he’s ever come to love.

Meanwhile, Velvette has a new potion brewing, one that will grant her more power than the Vees ever had. Only Vox and Val can stop her, but will goodness really overcome evil? Or will they be only a shadow of their former selves?

Notes: The Voxval is currently toxic and only just now being touched on in Chapter 9 of the fic; I say 'currently' because the author explains in the AN of the first chapter that both Vox and Val will go through some "self-discovery and healing". Seriously, just read it. It's very good!!

You Found Me by passthevoxcord

Summary: Long before Velvette came along, it was just them. Vox and Valentino. Valentino and Vox.

Notes: Includes some interesting headcanons for Vox and Val.

Virtual Reality by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox gets tired of his cybernetic biology being a barrier to his sex life, so he starts a new project to fuck Valentino in VR. Val will try anything once, but he has something else in mind.

Notes: Surprisingly sweet. ^_^

Muted by passthevoxcord

Summary: Val helps a nonverbal Vox deal with sensory overload.

Notes: Sweet and tender. :)

Freaky Friday by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox and Val wake up stuck in the other’s body, but it’s no big deal because they both know how easy the other has it. Right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Sweet take on the different challenges Vox and Val face in their daily lives.

Something Akin To Love Series by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Vox's taste in partners is delightfully self-destructive and that's an itch Valentino is more than happy to scratch.

It's not safe or sane, and whether or not it's technically consensual is heavily up to interpretation, but what they have is probably something akin to love.

A collection of StaticMoth fics set in generally the same continuity.

Valentino is awful and Vox is unfortunately really really into that because a control freak in the streets is a masochist in the sheets.

Notes: Has 2 parts, both very much worth reading. Very funny, lol. Vox is in a hell of his own making but enjoying it at the same time.

Update Prescription by innerfray

Summary: Vox tricks Valentino into getting his eyes checked. They're forced to confront the nature of their partnership.

Notes: One of my favorite Staticmoth oneshots. Felt like an interesting take on Val's blindness. Angst so good...

Like Moth to a Flame (Or to a Bright Blue Screen) by datweirdo

Summary: Valentino is a moth after all

Notes: Cute and funny!!! "You fucking murdered him" lmao

30 Decibels by Shortsighted_Owl

Summary: Somewhere, under the low humming of the monitors, the quiet gurgling of replacement coolant being piped into Vox body, a new noise - dry, yet somehow viscerally wet, and so very soft - made itself known, but only just.

And Valentino almost missed it. - After a fight with Alastor, Valentino watches vigil over Vox’s broken form.

(What if Vox still has organic vocal cords, and after a fight with Alastor, the synthesiser he uses to amplify his voice is destroyed. What if Valentino hears Vox’s real voice for the first time?)

Notes: Heed the tags, there is in fact body horror lol. Sweet but mildly horrific. <3

Priest, mailman, cruise captain or chef? by Destabilize

Summary: Inspired by Vox's outfits in Stayed Gone - Val and Vox try out some kinky stuff with a priest outfit, to mixed success.

Ah ha!” Val squealed with delight, wine glass drained and thrown on a sofa, “This!” Val was standing proudly by the wardrobe holding up a long red robe with a hat and some kind of sash. Vox scowled, “Is that a fucking priest outfit?”

“Si! Isn’t it fun- it’s in your colors too!”

“You wanna be a priest?”

“No baby! You be a priest and I can,” Val sidled up and leaned down, puffing some smoke in Vox’s face, snaking an arm around his waist, “lead you astray...”

Notes: Surprisingly cute and funny! Vox fails epically at roleplay and it is hilarious.

riding out the drop by spoondrifts

Summary: Like he’d said before, killing Alastor was Vox’s kink, not his. He had been prepared to sit back and enjoy the temporary chaos until Vox got over himself.

What he hadn’t accounted for was the possibility that Vox was exactly as obsessive, bitter, and desperate for Alastor’s acknowledgement now as he had been seven years ago. Distance hadn’t made the heart grow fonder: distance had made a highly detailed revenge scrapbook complete with a conspiracy corkboard done up in red string.

Or: Valentino gets fed up with Vox's fixation on the radio demon. They fuck about it.

Notes: Features (sex favorable) asexual!Vox! :D (I lowkey headcanon him as ace ever since the "better than sex" comment)

Featherstone by spoondrifts

Summary: “To me,” Vox told the baby, “it seems like bad parenting to leave your helpless kid for a whole month with two unstable psychopaths and their parole officer. But hey. Who am I to judge.”

No intelligent reply was forthcoming.

Or: not-so accidental baby acquisition, starring the three least responsible idiots this side of the Pentagram.

Notes: Big Vees as family vibes. Wish so desperately this was canon.

vark attack by tarltonnnnn

Summary: Valentino has to petsit Vark for a day. Chaos ensues.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Vark is a big dumb (and very cute) baby.

Unplugged by pinkpunchy

Summary: Vox looks like he’s going to vomit. Valentino frowns.

“For the one who suggested this, you’re being a real pussy.”

“Fuck you! Just give me a sec.” Vox spits out, muttering darkly as he adjusts his shoulders on the pillows, trying to arrange his body for the moment he loses all function. Valentino, despite his impulsive nature, waits patiently. His manicured nails drag along the spot where cable and port connect, thumb smoothing up and down the flat surface surrounding it. Vox’s breath is coming faster now, not slower, something Valentino is tuned into as naturally as his own breathing.

“Hey.”

A large hand grasps a corner of Vox’s screen, tilting it up and putting an immediate stop to his fidgeting. Valentino smiles, red eyes narrowed to slits.

“Do you trust me?”

Notes: Sex as a...trust exercise? Lol I'm joking, but seriously. Sweet and hot at the same time.

Electric Desires: Lust, Power, and Unspoken Longings in Hell by Dani69696969

Summary: Vox is starting to get fed up with Angel Dust being the only thing Val talks about when Vox is right there, ripe for the taking. Inspired by Vox looking happy that Angel might have quit in Episode 2.

Notes: Very sweet. Plot with porn. :)

The Art of Pimping by MarenRose

Summary: Desperate to close a deal with one of the most lucrative investors in Pride, Vox does the unthinkable and pimps out Valentino for a one-time date. What could go wrong?

Notes: Vox's jealousy and possessiveness really brings out his stalker side in this lmao. Vox is a little pathetic and that makes his jealousy all the more funny to me. :D

Welcome to VoxTek Enterprises! by MarenRose

Summary: Subsequently, Valentino, of all people, has become the office’s saving grace.

(A series of VoxVal ficlets through the eyes of Vox’s assistant)

Notes: Pretty funny! Vox's assistants are really going through it. One of the tags is "Imagine being happy to see Valentino" lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued)

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NSFW Vash x F!Reader headcanons/drabble (Bottom Ver.)

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Y'all saw this coming. Now it is here. Let us rejoice. Not fully headcanons, not exactly drabble, it's more similar to the Wolfwood headcanon post where it's part headcanon/part fanfic, just please enjoy the feast. Warning: You gon' get sad, feel warm and fluffy, and probably get horny at the same time. I hope you're prepared for that roller coaster. (Btw this applies to both 2023 and 1998 versions)

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• You and Vash have been travelling together for a LOOOOOONG time. Like, enough to where you both know each other like the back of your hands, like you know each others' blood types, your favorite things, what you dislike, what the other is thinking, etc. (I like to think in this, you're also part plant, so you guys have been traveling together for the longest time, like 60 years or something, WAY before the gang showed up).

• You two were so close, people already thought you were dating or married. You'd have to explain that you're both just partners.

• but deep down, you wish it was more. And what you didn't know is that Vash thought that too.

• it was always a 'will they, won't they?' thing with you two. You two knew you loved each other, people could easily tell you two were in love, but neither of you thought the other felt the same way.

• you love how kind and protective he is, how he's willing to risk his life to save anyone in danger, even though that frustrated you to no end. You also love how much of a goofball he is, he always made you laugh just by being himself. You even love his dumbass moments, sometimes.

• Vash loved you because of how caring, strong, and sweet you are, you saved him from a group of bandits when you first met by finding him tied to a pole and freeing him, treating his wounds once you two were far away. Your hands were so gentle, he could tell you weren't a violent person.

• Vash loved your smile, your laugh, your voice, everything. He fell for you almost immediately. Like, hard. Smitten, infatuated, bedazzled, just head over heels in love with you. He could never say it though, for....reasons.

• you also loved everything about Vash. The way his hair shone in the sunlight, those smiles he always gave you each time you saw him, you even love that goofy 'love and peace' thing he always did.

• Milly was so happy that you were in love and wanted you two to be happy.

• Meryl wanted that too, but she didn't see what made you fall for that idiotic freak-o-zoid.

• Nick was going all, "Oh Jesus Christ, just PROPOSE ALREADY! I'll officiate it even, just fucking quit with the lovey-dovey shit, goddamn..." whenever Vash gushed about you to him when they were alone.

• Roberto said he didn't care and it wasn't his business, but deep down, he thought that as long as Vash didn't break your heart, he would give his blessing. If he did, he'd show up with a sawed-off shotgun. (You and Roberto had developed a kind of father/daughter relationship)

• everything changed one night when you and Vash finished helping people in a town and you both decided to stay at the inn.

• but it seemed someone already reserved a room for you two. Some priest with two women and a man drinking from his flask.

• you and Vash looked at each other and smiled, both thinking 'well aren't they so nice!'

• the issue was...when you got in the room, there was only one bed.

• goddammit, of course they planned this...

• Vash blushed and started to say that he didn't mind sleeping on the floor and wanted you to be in the bed.

• but once it was bedtime, you walked over to the bed, got in, opened the blanket up, looked at Vash, and patted the spot next to you on the bed. There was enough room for two, after all. And you didn't mind if it was him.

• Vash's blush got even redder and his heart started to race at the idea of being in the same bed with you.

• but after seeing your reassuring smile, he caved and got into the bed with you.

• you both just looked at each other, staring, both of your hearts racing and your faces were flushed.

• something deep inside you felt it was time, time to finally confess. There was no better time to do it.

• but neither of you could speak. You tried, but you ended up going silent.

• but you both inched closer to each other, your faces getting closer. It was like your bodies knew what to do, so they automatically did it.

• you closed your eyes, slowly leaned in, and finally...you kissed.

• it was a tender, slow, and soft kiss. One that wasn't intense, but oh, so full of love. You both melted into it and ended up wrapping your arms around each other.

• the kiss did start to get a bit intense as it went on, though. The soft moans escaping both of your lips drove you to the point where Vash got on top and where you started to lift his shirt and he started to unbutton yours.

• but all of a sudden, he stopped and broke the kiss, pulling back from you.

• "I can't..." he said breathily as his face started to look bereft.

• "Why?" You ask softly. You wanted to know what was stopping him. Was he scared? Was he nervous? Was it something else?

• That's when Vash started to cry, a few tears fell on your cheek.

• "I don't deserve you..."

• you were surprised, concerned, and confused at the same time. "Why don't you deserve me?" You asked.

• he then talks about how he feels he's not worthy of being loved, because of all the horrible things he'd done, including stuff he did before he met you.

• you knew about his past, but you didn't think any of it was his fault.

• but then you remembered something.

• you remembered a few times where Vash was forced to kill people who were threatening your life and/or other people's lives. He must've also had to have done that before he met you.

• then the memory of the time he tried to save you and another woman came to mind.

• a gunslinger grabbed both of you and tried to run off with you, but Vash wasn't letting that slide. He ran after the man until he got him cornered.

• Vash had his gun pointed at the kidnapper and the man had a knife to your throat. Vash knew there was no way to get you out of this without blood being spilt.

• so he looked for an opening and when he found it, he fired.

• but the man ended up quickly moving the other woman closer to him, using her as a human shield, fatally wounding them both.

• that broke Vash. You still could see him trying to fix the woman's wound and try to get her to stay alive. You remembered the woman putting her hand on his, stopping him, and smiling. You could still hear the painful yell he let out when she finally died...

• that night in your tent where you held him as he broke down crying, begging for forgiveness and begging you to not leave him or hate him was one of the most painful nights you've experienced.

• you knew he was a pacifist, never wanting to take a life. He understood that in certain situations in this world, it was necessary, but it still haunted him.

• no matter what happened, he almost always ended up with blood on his hands.

• That's why he felt he didn't deserve you...he felt he didn't deserve happiness and love for what he'd done...and it's haunted him all these years...

• you reach your hand out and caress his cheek while wiping his tears away with your thumb.

• you smiled warmly and kissed him again, as a way to comfort him, to tell him you still loved him regardless.

• once you both broke, he was stunned. He just stared at you and said, "Y..You still...after all I've done, you still love me..?"

• you nodded.

• he hugged you tightly and cried in your chest. In response, you held him close and petted the back of his head, letting him cry.

• you could hear him saying softly and tearfully, "I love you...I love you...please forgive me..please don't leave me.."

• you said you did forgive him and you promised that you'd stay with him forever, saying you loved him too, which caused him to hug you tighter.

• after a bit of hugging and crying, Vash looked up at you and you both stared at each other for a few moments.

• you both knew what you wanted.

• he wanted to repay you for your love and kindness and show you how much he loved you, you wanted to show him how much he's loved and deserves to be loved.

• and you both knew what could do just that.

• hey, sometimes sex can be a last resort to make someone smile.

• you said softly, "are you sure?"

• He nods. "As long as it's you, then...I'm okay with it.." His eyes said it all. He wanted you, needed you, and he didn't care how he got it.

• you pulled him to you and kissed him softly but deeply.

• During the kiss, you turned him over so you were on top of him.

• as some soft moans escaped your mouths, you both undressed each other.

• you then broke the kiss and see all the scars along his body.

• Large gashes, bullet wounds, knife marks, scars from stitches, and where his metal arm connected to his shoulder. He had been through pure hell just to save people.

• he always felt insecure about his scars, so he always kept them hidden.

• instead of trying to hide himself away, he just laid there, letting you look. It looked like he trusted you enough to where he felt okay if you saw them.

• you smile and kiss him again, this time a bit deeper.

• you could feel your lower half starting to warm up just from kissing this man.

• and you could feel something of his starting to grow against your leg..

• you broke the kiss to kiss his neck, then down his chest, then kissing each scar he had on his body, showing you loved all of him, imperfections and all.

• hearing his soft whimpers and moans of pleasure was music to your ears.

• "mm...ah.."

• you kiss down his abs, then start to go towards his groin, then you carefully pull his pants down and reveal his cock.

• you remember seeing it on accident once when he was changing, but never like this, and especially not erect and throbbing.

• you noticed how soft the skin felt in your hand, how hot it felt. You knew he wasn't human, so there was not a single hair in sight down there.

• it had a lovely reddish-pink head and a few visible veins, but they didn't pop out.

• and his size and length were pretty good too.

• with how gorgeous he was, it only made sense he had a cock to match.

• let's just say it's a 9/10.

• you saw his reactions were of embarrassment, as he covered his face with his hand.

• "You ok?" "Yeah..it's just...I'm shy..."

• with that, you started to gently rub the shaft.

• he started to breathe heavily and gripped the bedsheet. You could tell it felt good by the look on his face.

• you watched as a bead of precum dripped down his shaft and you gently lick it up, causing him to gasp softly.

• it was an oddly sweet yet slightly bitter taste.

• you decide to keep going and lick up his shaft slowly.

• you could feel his cock throb against your tongue and you could hear him moaning softly and trying not to writhe too much.

• "Y/N...*moan*..."

• you give the head a few kisses then you swirl your tongue around it, licking up any more precum dripping out.

• soon, you slide the head into your mouth and gently suck on it, to get his reaction.

• he gasped softly and he gripped onto the bedsheet harder.

• you slide more of his cock in your mouth, soon getting a good amount of him in your mouth without gagging.

• he starts to moan and as you suck, you feel him start to thrust his hips a tiny bit out of instinct.

• you start to bob your head up and down as you sucked on him.

• he soon put his hands on your head, cautiously trying not to grip, just keeping them there for purchase.

• soon enough, you felt his cock start to twitch and throb more and you heard him speak softly.

• "Y/N, I...I'm...nghh...HAAH..!"

• with that, he came, his cum flowing on your tongue and down your throat.

• you swallowed it all down, and if a few drops escaped, you licked them up because they tasted so good.

• he laid there, panting and trying to catch his breath. He saw as you licked your lips and he saw a bit of white on your tongue, which made his cock twitch and his blush grow.

• before you knew it, Vash had you lying on your back as he slid your panties down and tossed them aside, your cute pussy on full display.

• you had to admit, a part of you felt a bit shy about him looking at you nude. But the rest of you was too much in heat to really care.

• Vash grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up so they were over his shoulders.

• then he dove right in and started to eat you out.

• but this wasn't in the masculine top energy kind of way, it was the 'pussy-drunk submissive femboy' kind of way. (..if that makes any sense)

• your mind started to get a bit hazy from the pure pleasure you were feeling, grabbing his hair to pull him closer to you.

• you could've sworn you heard him moan when you did that.

• this guy was addicted to your taste, like, he couldn't get enough. His eyes almost looked glazed over from how much he was lost in his desire.

• you softly gasped once he started to lick and suck on your clit

• he was relentless on your little bud

• soon enough, you felt your orgasm building up and then you saw stars in the back of your eyelids as you came hard.

• Vash's mouth was soaked with your juices and he drank it all up, licking up any drops he missed.

• now it was time for the main event.

• you had Vash lay back again and you got on top.

• you positioned yourself so your pussy lips would rub against the underside of his shaft as you bucked your hips.

• that's when Vash finally breaks.

• "Y/N, please...I can't wait anymore..please put it in..I want to be inside you so bad..please..I want you...I want to feel you..I want what only you can give me..please..!"

• tears are in the corner of his eyes, he was serious. Poor baby needed you so badly.

• How can you say no to that face?

• As you align his cock to your opening, he's watches with anticipation and amazement.

• and he sees as you slide him in with ease

• the shock of pleasure up his spine makes him turn his head from side to side, trying to handle the pleasure until he finally moans out.

• you couldn't help but moan too once you reached the base of his cock, feeling him reach so deep inside you.

• he puts his hands on your hips to keep you on, and also for him to hold on to something.

• you started to ride him, you started off slow to ease him in and soon, you find a pace that works great for you.

• both you and Vash were losing your sense of reality as the pleasure coursed through the both of you.

• it was like nothing else existed or mattered except the two of you, connected as one.

• it felt way too good..

• you can feel him hit the soft spongy bundle of nerves inside you that intensified the pleasure, causing you to moan more.

• and Vash was loving it.

• he couldn't help but thrust his hips to match your bounces.

• the pleasure was so intense that neither of you could say anything except moans.

• but it wasn't too long until he finally said something.

• "Y/N..! I..I can't..! I..I'm gonna..!"

• you tell him to go ahead and cum, let him fill you up, you needed to feel it

• with that, he cries out and cums inside you.

• each time his cum spurted out into you, your pussy convulsed as you came too, causing you to flinch.

• after a few minutes of the orgasm, you both relaxed and tried to catch your breath.

• you got off of him and laid next to him, not even caring about the mess you both made.

• you'd just pay extra for the cleaning once you left.

• Vash pulled you close to him and snuggled you close, his arms wrapped around you and his cheek resting on your chest.

• you pull up the covers and held him, your hand petting his messy hair.

• as you both basked in the strong afterglow, you hear him say softly, "Y/N..I love you so much..please don't ever leave me.."

• you kiss his forehead and say, "I won't. I promise."

• he smiles and quickly falls asleep, feeling so in love and so safe in your arms.

• you soon fall asleep too, feeling the happiest you've ever felt in your life.

• the next day, it wasn't long until the others found out about you two finally dating.

• the girls were asking so many questions because they knew you and Vash had done it by the looks on both your faces.

• Nick was just relieved that his plan worked. Roberto was just glad to see you so happy.

• later on, Vash had to talk with Nick about something.

• "Hey, um...if I asked Y/N to marry me..would you be able to officiate it..?"

• the smile on Nick's face said it all.

[luxwing]

Oh my god I finally finished this Fucking Thang.

The painting isn't perfect, but I wanted to add some of the accents like what the Raven Version of the Geno Breaker had. The decals were kinda annoying since the Geno's have so many weird edges and this one having those curves on its big meaty claws. Also, good god this is the most annoying thing in the world to pose. Between the backpack being LIKE THAT and all the points of articulation, this guy is never gonna be not in this pose ever again. Good lord.

Also, time to bitch, some of the joints and connections on the Repack Version are just trash. I had to glue so many of the tail hatches because they just fell apart so I can never fully open the tail. And the hands fall off with the slightest breeze. But all that aside, I'm happy with it. Probably the most complicated Zoid I've built so far. (It's only my sixth one but still)

Ooo now I get to make this meme

Now to wait patiently until they do a repack of the Psycho Geno...

[twilightarc-gm]

🦈💕🎯 for the ask game!

🥰 An ask for me! Thank you so much I will endeavor to be entertaining!

For this ask game~ Here

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? //checks works// I have written exactly 5 character perspectives and honestly my beloved Jiang Cheng gives me the hardest time! He's always thinking and thinking and doing cost benefit analysis in his head for every decision, paragraphs will go by before I remember he's supposed to be responding to someone!! Help!! Honestly I think the reason he's a toughy is because I am SOOO invested in representing him in a way that makes sense but is also doesn't bury the plot. Not everyone is into a downward spiral of paranoia and anxiety with sudden spikes of grief. Like I am the first one to say that he has normal days without rocking the scorned woman vibes every moment of it, but also when he's not Cursed Cassandra or triggered by his WWX-centric ptsd, he's just such a normal guy?? He likes people who are good/nice, he likes being good at what he was taught to do, he likes people relying on him, and he likes caring for his people... Like, when the narrative isn't against him he's just doing his thing trying to be enough for anyone willing to give him the time of day which is relatable as heck but also takes up 80% more processing power of the hamster wheel in my brain than it should and it's like... I had a plot here somewhere here but I just want to write him making the most mundane decisions. This is a problem!

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written? OoooooOooooOooooOooo wow yeah good question because I actually have some fics published now so I actually have choices to answer with but also the answer is that my favorite fic isn't even published yet and I have been writing it for years. "Mainfic" my beloved, soon... Of everything that currently available to link, I think the Jiaoren!JC au is the best of my fics but my favorite these days as in fun for me to reread is the lil zoids au that's just WWX thirsting for JC with a mecha sport as backdrop. 😂 It's very indulgent. I put little images in it and everything. Like popping butterscotch candies when rereading and writing it.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards? Gonna be incredibly boring with this one because I think all my writing milestones I ever had I have already reached. 🙃 The biggest one before was just finishing a chapter fic, you know? I guess the next milestone is to do that but with something LONG and maybe that will be mainfic? Who knows. Ball of nerves on that one. It's probably going to get up to 200k if not more? That'd be my biggest achievement if I got that finished and all posted. 🙏

Aaah I love ask games, thank you so much these were fun to answer! My inbox is always open for anything, don't be a stranger~ 😉

[its-a-snood-silly]

Wenclair Headcanon 🖤🩷

Wednesday realizes her feelings. Pt. 2

Enid’s POV

I can feel my mouth hanging open, but honestly, I don’t care. THE Wednesday Addams just confessed her feelings for me. My brain feels like it’s spinning with a million thoughts, yet is completely blank all at the same time. My chest feels tight and my cheeks feel hot.

Say something, Enid. Anything.

Why can I not form words right now?

“It would be nice if you could say something right now, Enid.” Wednesday says in a tone that’s way too quiet for her usual demeanor. I’d almost go as far as to say she’s showing some shyness right now.

God, she’s probably feeling totes vulnerable right now, say something you spineless furball!

“I- um… I like you too Wednesday. I have for awhile. I just didn’t ever think you’d feel the same way towards me, so.. I buried it and told myself that I can just work it out with Ajax, but… You’re the only person that truly stays on my mind-“

Really Sinclair, freak-a-zoid much?

“Wait- I uh mean… Um…. I mean, I-“ My palm flies up to my forehead in shame. I can tell I’m nervous from how fast I’m talking. She’s totally going to be weirded out.

“You’re the only thing that stays on my mind as well.” her voice says, her tone a bit more confident this time. I can feel myself blushing. The atmosphere around us feels as though it softens, and just as I sense myself moving closer towards her, the bathroom door flies open. Wednesday instinctively jumps back a couple feet, and I can feel my heart racing as I turn around to see who came in. “What on earth is taking so long? What is going on in here?” Professor Lavinia questions.

Omg… How long have we been in here? Class for sure ended a long time ago.

Before I can even form a sentence, Wednesday has already started. “You’ll have to excuse us, Professor. We got carried away in a debate against the effectiveness of being burned at the stake versus hanged. I’m sure you understand, being a history buff yourself,” she says. Professor Lavinia’s jaw clenches, and in that moment I swear you could visually see her pupils narrow. “Watch it, Miss Addams. Inappropriate wasting of time when you should be in class is not a great way to start off the new school year. You both missed the entirety of the orientation presentation. Go on off to where you’re supposed to be. Now!” Lavinia scolds. I lower my head and follow shortly behind Wednesday on the way out. While we’re walking, a sudden wave of euphoria washes over me, and I can’t help but to add a skip in my walk.

“Sooo…. Where are you off to next?” I ask Wednesday, hoping our schedules for this year line up. She glances at me, and then moves her eyes back to the hallway in front of us. “The main office. I have a meeting with advisory to decide on a focused major,” Wednesday replies. I can’t read her tone this time. “Oh-em-gee, you should totes go for Mortuary Science. It just screams Wednesday so perfectly!” I squeal. Wednesday’s jaw tightens. “Enid, please. Can you take it down a notch?” she says, colder infliction this time. “Sorry.. You’re right. Just kind of feeling giddy. You know, after everything that…. Nevermind. Anyways- Good luck at your meeting roomie! I’ll catch you later!” I say, leaving her with a wink. I notice the slightest upturn in her lips. It makes my stomach flutter. As I turn the other way, I catch a glimpse of Yoko and hurry to catch up with her.

“Hey Yoko! First day going great for you too?” I greet, hoping my manneurisms aren’t more enthusiastic than usual. “Oh, as great as lectures, first-day homework assignments and moody outcasts can be. You’re in a good mood. What’s happening in Enid-ville?” Yoko immediately questions.

Oh hell. Am I THAT obvious?

An uncontrollable smile spreads across my face. “It’s been quite a first day, for sure.”

(aaah i don’t know if this is good, it was a bit more challenging writing from enid’s pov! hope u like, more to come xx)

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

Happy 4th of july folks! We get some firework punch out headcanons + oc's!!!

Still the wii. Sorry super punch out fans i promise i got some headcanons for you all soonish

Little Mac

Doesn't mind them much but gets nervous at very big ones, loves the sounds the small sparkler like ones make though.

Glass Joe

Is used to the noise (being from a Popular city can do that) and loves the colors, a simple man.

Von Kaiser

Has to wear earphones during them, to loud for him.

Probably actually hates them in general to be honest.

Disco Kid

Loves everything second of a firework show due to the colors, loves the ending. Is sad when they end.

King Hippo

At first panic's because of the loud noise, then calms down after abit and watches. Eventually gets board though.

Piston Hondo

Anticipates what kind of fire work would be set off next. Most times he's off.

Bear Hugger

Focuses on making sure the animals are alright then the fireworks. He's an animal lover who worries about the noise and lights.

Great Tiger

Has his clones get snacks while he watches them.

Probably actually uses fireworks during magic acts.

Don Flamenco

Uses them as metaphors for carmen. Wishes some of fireworks were flowers just so he can give them to her.

Aran Ryan

This guy is lighting up some firework he got from masked muscle while the actual show is going on to be honest.

"oi. I wonder what this will-" *kaboom*

He's banned from stores as long as fireworks are on sale.

Soda Popinski

Probably got distracted by the fireworks first going off and nobody explained to him what a firework show was till it ended. They once left him at a place.

Bald Bull

Flash sensitive, has to wear sunglasses or else he'll be upset. Has tried to work around it though.

Super Macho Man

Has someone taking pictures of him posing while the fireworks go off. They always come out horrible because of the flash.

Mr. Sandman

Would honestly like to be asleep rather then watch them, although admittedly they are cool to him.

Oc's

The ohio spark/clara

She's from the country part of ohio, nothing about fireworks scares her. Probably comforts the ones who do have issues with them though.

Detirmed Delilah

Unlike glass joe, Delilah does have an issue with the noises. And is often grabbing onto someone for reassurance after every bang.

Vicky Kaiser

LOVES the loud noises and lights, records the show so she can show von Kaiser after wards (she bought an expensive camera for this kind of stuff)

Dancing boxer/ deedee

She's from texas, also used to the noise. However immediately goes to comfort someone as soon as they start displaying nervousness about them.

Manatee

Similar to king hippo, she gets scared, however once she sees them she understands and watches all the way through, nobody knows why.

Hurricane cherry /Sarasa

Makes snacks and drinks for everyone before the show, other wise is also playing the guessing game with hondo

Gamer zoid

Get's very excited over them, it's like a victory screen for her. Ironically she is Canadian so it's hilarious when she says that.

Magnificent Lion/ Chanda

More hesitant to watch, still does but often leaves before the final.

Carmen flamenco

Loves hearing don's metaphors about the fireworks. Tries to keep a mental picture of each one in her head for later, perhaps she'll make a fake flower about it.

Ardin ryan

"aran don't light that!-" *kaboom* "aaand the feckin' eejit did."

Keeps a very very close eye on aran. Actually once had to kick one away after he decided to look at it directly above.

Other wise she doesn't mind

The caffinator/caff

Has to have headphones on, too loud for the over caffeinated gal. Loves the colors though

Turkey's vulture/ raven

Is typically the one unintentionally distracting the worried while looking at the fireworks. Ironically it's by giving reasons as to what the fireworks mean and do.

Super sexy lady/ Amelia

Doing the exact same thing as super macho man. The others just ignore them both.

dream lander

Making absolutely sure nobody is about to go crazy, has a backup plan for everyone including herself.

Otherwise? She wants to go to bed too.

Right have a happy 4th of July!!!

[the-bofurin-digest]

Yodai Matsumoto Casual Headcanons

Casual Headcanons

~ only child, but grew up around enough of his cousins to know what it's like to have siblings that you both love and hate. (All the kids spent summers at Grandma and Grandpa's house together)

~ Transformers. Obsessed with it. The animated series, the new stuff. He doesn’t care, he just sees big buff robots and zones in immediately.

~Also leads to his Mecha anime fan. Zoids was his favorite, followed by gundam, gasaraki, etc. the guy just really loves the stuff okay?

~ Spends a lot of his free time volunteering around town. He likes to go read to kids in the local hospital, help out senior citizens around their homes, cleaning up the local parks trash, or walking dogs at the animal shelters. He thrives on community service.

~his grandmother made him take ballroom dancing as a child in the hopes of him becoming a refined young man, Instead he leads mosh pits at the local bands concerts

~ has a pet chinchilla named duchess he fawns over. 

~ Dad jokes for days. Really make you groan and face palm in secondhand embarrassment.

~ Swears he saw a UFO once while out at his grandparents. Would 100% be a part of the believers club

~ You know what? He wants to be a dog groomer. I think he would do great as a dog groomer.

Dating Headcanons

~ Naturally it's going to be some lovely person he meets while volunteering. I'm a sucker for the big guy loving working with kids. So I'm going to say storytime at the library where he was dressed up in some cute mascot or character costume with kids climbing all over him while you try and read to them between laughs as he swings them around on his arms.

~ he's so cute and direct he asks if you wanna go grab a coffee or a bite to eat right after that.

~ Love Languages when receiving love: gift giving. He'd probably adore anything you give him, but the true way to his heart is edible things, more specifically YOUR favorite snacks for him to try.

~ Love Language when giving love: physical touch like look at him. He probably gives the best bear hugs. And he's most likely arm to boot.

~ clumsy kisser. Expect it to be awkward every time as he bumps into you with his forehead, smashes your noses, or completely misses your lips and instead kisses your eye.

~ literally nurses you back to health when you are sick. Don't expect to lift a finger or he's going to (gently) scold you for not letting him take care of you. He makes the best canned chicken noodle soup.

[escapistsatellite]

The Real Variants

So these are zoids that are developed from Blade & Shield Liger that have not, to my knowledge, appeared independently in any media or canons outside of video games or literature.

Firstly the Shields

The Spark Liger appears once in the Official Fan Book Vol 2, in the Zoids Modification Project section. One thing I don't understand about it's load-out is the Wiki articles claim of "electron strike claws"; according to the Iron Bible zoid index, the Strike Claws that are standard to the configuration of both OG Shield Ligers and Saber Tigers/Fang are already electromagnetic & discharge electricity into their target. But overall the Spark Liger is one of my favorite members of this group!

I would have loved to see the Spark Liger featured in an anime or 3D game.

The Blade Liger:

Although it is not specified on the list, I am of the position that the high-output ion boosters mounted on blade arms make yet another appearance on the Slash Liger, which approximating from the Blade Liger means that this zoid has 3 total boosters

Slash Liger appeared in an old webcomic entitled ZOIDS Delusional War Record, the 2nd chapter of which can be viewed here: zoids.fandom.com/wiki/Lidier?so=search#Models

Also: https://zoidsuniverse.com/2019/10/30/rz-028-slash-liger-custom/

The Snipe Liger is probably the biggest stand-out of this family: it is so dedicated to being a run' n' gunning specialist that it doesn't even have a set of jaws.

According to the fandom wiki this zoid appeared in a Zoids Battle Story webcomic, possibly Delusional War Record, but I'm not sure at this time.

[derangedhyena-zoids]

sorry not sorry we're still on a Cal spree. honestly it's more a "tee hee look at this creative outlet for my backdraft idiocy" spree but, whatever 17 pages with some shoved under a cut because comic has cw: drug use

And for the record, I know the comic is rough and probably not terribly clear on its own, as it was very gratuitously just me rolling in my idiot mud. The context & extended backstory: Two brothers, Cal and Marek. Cal is the older brother. Marek joined Backdraft and was disowned by their mother. Cal also doesn't approve. Marek is not terribly happy about losing out on what very small family he has, so really keeps bugging Cal to join Backdraft also. It would also objectively benefit Cal to do so, as he operates very roughly and is under the protection of no groups, so frequently is robbed/ripped off. He is extremely stressed and has a drug problem, but still thinks he's better off than Marek. Marek has a longtime girlfriend/spouse that also did not approve of Marek joining the Backdraft, but the stability it brought to their lives really couldn't be argued with. In my Zi canon, having children is a very deliberate choice, and it can actually be very difficult for couples to get pregnant. So Marek is going to be a father and is excited about it, and wants to tell Cal. Cal is also genuinely excited because he knows their mother wanted grandkids, BUT... well, reality sucks. Marek knew that Cal was not doing well, but remained unable to convince Cal to come along. Marek quickly gained a reputation within Backdraft, as the "Wild Dog." He was very successful. One of the many things Backdraft does is deal with drugs and drug money. However, as with other things, they pride themselves on providing high-quality stuff to rich clientele; they are very derisive of and destructive towards other dealers, especially who might infringe. Marek happened to overhear/be part of a convo about a specific supplier being dealt with. But Marek was concerned as it was likely someone Cal was in contact with; he was right, and Cal had OD'd. Marek had fortunately been able to save Cal, who knew he'd Disappointed His Brother and fucked up. Once Cal also joined Backdraft, he got clean because he had support, and was able to actually engage his whole brain, dramatically improving his outlook. He tried to get his mother to see reason and understand that BD was a net positive for both him and Marek, but she refused and disowned them both. Such being the strife BD regularly creates for people on Zi. Several years later Marek was killed during a battle. Cal lost his brother and any kind of positive relationship with Marek's wife. He'd been disowned by his mom, and he had to deal with the cognitive dissonance of both having everything given to him - and taken away from him - by Backdraft. Such was life. It's been a long time and that's just how things are. He doesn't want to worry or think about it. He tells himself it doesn't matter. He's a fucking liar.

I have no idea why anyone would bother reading this but, well. accidentally OCs and all. even more side-notes: probably not good for you to work on some parts of Zoids without some stripe of PPE (looking directly at Layon and Brad also) drugs on Zi aren't just 1::1 drugs that we'd know about. Some of them might share names out of habit, but picture the majority as compounds specific to Zi. and probably having something to do with metals, salts, and REALLY fucking you up. I don't know or have the specifics worked out so don't @ me, but I'll make some new shit up if I need to.

[seiya-starsniper]

Shipper Tag Game

Tagged by the wonderful @4typercent 💖💖💖

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

Sasuke x Naruto lol. I absolutely LOVED this ship, wrote fic about, got into shipping wars, I was the absolutely worst kind of teenage obsessed with them ahahaha. I even met one of my longterm best friends though a Yahoo Groups ship forum for them aosidjaiod.

Now? I could care less lmaooooo. But I still hold fondness for the ship regardless.

Which ship would you consider your first one?

My first ship was definitely Mamoru x Usagi in Sailor Moon! I still love them to this day 💖

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

Yami x Yugi was the first ship I wrote for. I think. It may have also been Lena x Cloud from Zoids New Century, I am UNCLEAR on the details and my ff.net account is lost to time lmao.

The first one I ready was something Sailor Moon related I believe.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

Usagi x Mamoru from Sailor Moon, definitely.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

SO. DAMN. MUCH. AOSiasjdasidaiodasoidasdjiasdjs. I've almost never gone looking for it, it just found me. The last bout I ended up in I actually ended up actually went okay though! Way better of an experience than any other ship discourse I've gotten into by far.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

I have plenty of NOTPs, none in my current fandom though! I just...there are some ships whose fandoms have ruined the ship for me, so I try very hard to avoid and/or block. Liberally.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

Dreamling! My beloved pet ship that I've written over 100k words (200k+ across all my Sandman ships) for and counting! 💖

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I mean...not really? I've always been a multi-shipper at heart, you are going to be hard pressed to find me a ship where that particular combination is the only one I'll accept. I love the idea of an OTP, I just don't have one lmao.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

Not really, no. There's some fandoms I WISH I could get into, but either I didn't like the source material (sorry good omens fans, I tried twice D:) or I didn't really like the quality of fic in the fandom just due to characterization differences. But nothing I'm like upset I didn't get into before lol.

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

Hmmmmm, can't think of one no.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Oh lord, yeah probably. Cannot think of any off the top of my head, but there were some weird ships back in the day.

What is your favourite crack ship?

Ooooooo! Great question. I'm currently trying to think of the most outlandish thing and all I can think of now is that Tony the Tiger x The Grinch fanfic! 🤣

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Probably Dreamling right now! That's mostly due to sheer volume compared to other Sandman ships though.

What do most of your ships have in common?

Feral 4 Feral, and/or Soft Idiots in Love. Sometimes both!

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

In a ship dynamic? When miscommunication is treated as something romantic, instead of something that needs to be worked on. Also when crossing clearly set boundaries is considered romantic.

In a ship fandom? There's too much to list, but I think the big one is when a ship fandom considers their ship "better" than the other ships in the fandom. Even the canon ship lmao. It just takes away the fun of shipping!

tagging: @softest-punk @bazzybelle @rriavian @aisalynn @five-and-dimes @kydrogendragon @athymelyreply @tj-dragonblade

[nerdywyrds]

@kittykittyhunter said in response to this post: Tbh, the Zoids Battlr Commission seems a bit flaky — they allow Vega to participate in the Royal Cup despite him being affiliated with the Backdraft Group. The ZBC also rely on the Blitz Team to deal with the Backdraft Group in the first place, so… you know? I think Stoller did receive some backlash when he left the Backdraft (Altile said something about him not getting away with it iirc — which is funny because Stoller absolutely got away with it), but yeah, being able to nab the Elephander? Withour any repurcussions? That's WILD.

Though I suppose my in-universe explanation would be something convoluted like: the Committee of 7 thought their clients would find it amusing to watch Stoller return to the battlefield as a warrior again, so they shrug emoji'd and let him go.

As for Piers and Sanders… maybe the Backdraft weren't toobupset by their departures due to their respective losses.

(Sorry for spamming; Zoids is SO GOOD and there is practically nothing on here about New Century Zero fhdjjd)

And in response to this post: OP I WILL ALSO CARE ABOUT YOUR STOLLER FIC. He's so damn cool??? Like, what the heck!

Aww thank you so much for your responses! They made me really happy.

My vague thoughts were that Stoller and Sanders left together, probably during some time that there was some sort of shakeup happening in Backdraft and resources were unavailable to chase two defectors down. It could be during a Blitz Team battle, or maybe a test run with the Berserk Fury or something. (It's been a while since I've watched all of the episodes, so I don't remember the exact sequence of events.)

They know that if Backdraft catches them they'll die get smeared across the floor, so they go to the Battle Commission and promise to spill a bunch of secrets and let them study Elephander or whatever in return for protection. Battle Commission says hell yes, and probably puts a tracking system in Elephander or something to keep an eye on these guys and make sure their defection is real.

In my head Backdraft would make multiple attempts to get the Elephander back and also like, punish Stoller and Sanders, but that all happens off-screen since Blitz Team isn't involved. It's during this period that Pierce nopes out after her talk with Bit. Since she's by herself and has a much smaller, faster, and more transportable zoid, she has an easier time slipping under the radar.

As far as I remember, she doesn't ever have a legal battle with Blitz Team, so she probably doesn't register with the Battle Commission and just remains on the down low. She and Stoller and Sanders probably have a lot of fraught discussions about selling out before they're able to smooth things between them. Ex-Backdrafts have to stick together!

Presumably Stoller really loves the Elephander to want to bring it with him so badly. XD

Anyway, thank you so much for commenting! I'm glad to find another Stoller fan out there in the world!

[callgespenst]

sequel to a previous readmore

A while back I was talking about my buddy JJ who had just passed. It's been almost six months since then, somehow, which doesn't seem right. I think about him a lot still. Sometimes it's sad thoughts, sometimes it's angry thoughts, but it's usually just, thinking. I think I finally realized that I'm grieving and that I need help, I have a Monday appointment with a new therapist. I've been in and out of therapy for most of my life at this point, for one thing or another, and I've had some really good help, and some downright unhelpful help. Regardless of what this turns out to be, it's free through my employer, and that's what really matters.

I've gone out of town 3-4 times to help clear out his storage unit full of manga, Transformers, and assorted other action figures and robots and such. I've made probably a dozen total dropoffs between the local secondhand toy store, the local hobby store, and a second, slightly less local hobby store. The first location will take most of the standard toys and collectibles, the second, all the unbuilt model kits (I think those are finally cleared out), and the third, all the built model kits (most of those are gone now too). Most of what remains is either part of a massive lot of Transformers, a sizeable number of Kamen Rider figures, or a handful of Diaclone toys I'll have to reunite with their boxes. It sounds like a lot, but it feels extremely manageable compared to what was in there before. Not doing anything else with that for the rest of the year, though, his mother doesn't want to have to think about that during the holidays, and I can't really blame her for that.

Not this weekend, but next weekend, is hopefully going to be a big get-together with the old friend group we used to hang out with. I'm looking forward to it, but definitely dreading it a little too. No idea how that's going to go at all. I'm sure it'll be just fine and it'll be a good time to reminisce and catch up (probably a few people I haven't seen in five years).

I feel increasingly guilty for any part of the estate sale I keep for myself. It's not even a percent of a percent, and his mother even said I could keep whatever I wanted to, but man, don't I have enough crap of my own already? In the latest batch, I held onto a few of the built model kits, but I got rid of even more of my own, just put it in with the rest of the trade-in, so I guess it evens out.

The other thing I've been doing, there's a good number of built non-Gundam kits that I didn't know what else to do with, and I've been setting them up with cool poses and display stands and dropping them at hobby store display cabinets across the state. The big purple Zoids scorpion at the local shop, an Armored Core at another place, Bio Robo and Bio Hunter Silva's mecha, Fighbird and Draias. I think I'm going to run out of hobby stores before I run out of Super Mini-Pla. This weekend I'm going to another Hobbytown, I'm pretty taken with my setup for this one.

(The Japanese reads, approximately, "There Are No Problems In Space". It's a dumb little phrase I came up with when we were taking Japanese together in college.)

Anyway, I've been ignoring work for the last half hour and should probably get back to that, but I feel a little better writing this all down somewhere.

[potatowes]

Person who compares everything to Zoids: "I'm getting some Zoids vibes from this."

I saw a cute cat reference on Ibis Paint so I drew the other inter-dimensional cat-ish thing that I love.

Probably going back to drawing on desktop since it made my hands hurt and I'm not as strong as y'all.

[solarzilla]

So, with Guda being the unabashed mecha anime fan that they canonically are, who among the Cybertronians do you think they would vibe with the most in your F/GO x Transformers AU?

I feel like current Lostbelt Guda would relate to Optimus, specifically his Marvel comic based selves due to just how stressful his time during the run was when compared to his Sunbow cartoon self and as a general leader type since he's probably the most constant they meet as they go through multiple tf realities. I've also been thinking of writing something between Mordred & Grimlock & BW Dinobot.

The funny thing about the mecha fan bit is that various pre-transformer toys like Diaclone & Zoids along with Brave are canon to the tf multiverse