#volt rambles

[volt-race]

Hades is going well I'm never doing 32 heat again this was PAIN and bashing my head against a wall

[volt-race-art]

Hey!

This is @volt-race's art blog! Art will be posted from time to time here

What that art is or from varies wildly from day to day based on what my current brainrot is, so apologies if you come for one fandom and then I stop posting content for it for long periods of time. The one constant is a lot of slimy folk, big characters, and GNC.

Have a good day!

[m3lodyxo]

And what if I said I need that Fuse Box in ways that are concerning to feminism?

Need him to spread my legs open and hit it like I owe him money 😔

i just KNOW he talks you trough it, the maintenance interactions just proved it

I'd be all nice and pretty on my knees looking into those tired eyes as I suck his soul right out trough his dick

"There you go, knew you could take it like a big girl." I AM SCREAMING.

Till he short-circuits.

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I mean WHAAAAT??!?!! OMG, WHO SAID THAT AHAHAHA-

[rorydrawsandwrites]

He's so fucking funny

[mothtato]

Some practice sketches of my Volt cause hes my second baby

Also just cause I'm brain rotted just the idea of the drifter/operators frames being so different from their proto-frame counter parts personality wise that they just meet them and their either confused, horrified, in aw, or just all of the above.

Like Amir meeting the Drifter's Volt and he has a more "cool and stylish" vibe and Amir's just over the moon at the idea he could be like that Volt

[sluttyenthusiast]

Volt was a sweet talker but he couldn't talk his way out of this.

He laid back on the bed, naked, hands restricted, tied to the bed post.

Watching as you and Eddie both lapped at his cock.

The sight had him ready to cum.

It became too much when you and Eddie began making out over his dick, he felt both pairs of tongues on his tip.

Your hand lazily stroking him as you and Eddie made out, spit and slobber rolling down your chin onto Volt's cock.

The messiness of the kiss had him cumming on both of your faces, but you didn't stop.

[xoo-xd]

seeing everyone talk about how hard eddie & volts route is and them getting hate... and i got love first try. i truely matched their freak

[ameliaenya404]

More than a Spark

Pairing: Eddie x gn!reader [no explicit detailed mention of the reader's genitalia and gender neutral terms]

Lots of built up sexual tension because it's the best kind of tension

Wc: 2000+

Desperation.

Yearning.

Two things that look unbelievably perfect on every dateable in your home. Especially a certain brooding, dark-haired man down at the breaker box. It's undeniable how Eddie's no good for you, how he's a bit of an asshole who struggles with getting any emotion other that stoicism, which is really a lack of emotion, out when he's around anyone, much less you. But you can see it on his face when he doesn't think you notice.

His heavy-lidded gaze lingers on you as you nurse a drink at the bar, Volt sweet-talking you and Johnny Splash performing yet another charming but terrible a cappella on the stage. Eddie wants you. Badly. You can see it written all over his face, and the white knuckled grip he has on the drinking glasses whenever you tease him.

Volt is easier to read, easier to talk to and touch and Makeout with in the shitty dim lit backroom of the breaker box. Eddie not so much. You've yet to get your hands on his chest and your tongue on his but you have a feeling it might be tonight with the way the bar starts to clear out and he's still glancing your way as he wipes down the bar top.

"You heading home or what?" His gruff voice almost gives you full body shivers, it fills the empty air and demands your attention.

Glancing back at him and moving down a few barstools to sit in front of him, propping your elbows onto the counter he's trying to clean, you smile at him.

"Sounds like you want me to leave," You pout, not that you can pull any sympathy from the man in the state he's in, but maybe you could get something in other than a tired goodnight.

"There are a lot of things I want," his response is vague and casual but leading onto something more that makes your core feel weird. Good weird.

His voice never failed to stir up some feeling inside of you. More specifically the way he spoke. His tone. The words he used. Every sentence is crafted carefully to further uphold the closed-off vibe you got from him. Like he'd let on just enough to pique your curiosity and leave you wanting for more, it was begging to get on your nerves.

"Are you always-"

"Such an asshole?" He chuckles lowly before you can finish.

"Difficult. I was going to say difficult." You retort with a roll of your eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure what it is you want from me, Volt gives you plenty of attention."

"There are a lot of things I want," you repeat his vague statement, giving back the same energy he gave to you.

"Real smart, one of those things being?"

"You," it was time one of you came out and said it.

You were beginning to grow impatient and would rather get shut down than not take a chance at this. Plus talking to Reggie was enjoyable to you, at least there were some positives to getting rejected.

"You have Volt," he says, tossing the towel over his shoulder and giving you a look.

"Call me greedy but I want you too," you shrug, tracing little shapes onto the bar top with the tip of your finger, looking at him through your lashes.

"...I have a feeling I'll regret inviting you to the back," he groans. Which bassicly meant you were.

Months of chipping away at the man's patience led up to this moment and you were thrilled, though you tried not to show too much of it on your face. Only a fraction of it in the form of a slight smirk to mirror his own.

"I'll be good I promise," you giggle softly.

"Oh I'm sure you will," he grumbles, the back of his knuckles sliding against the underside of your jaw and across your cheek slowly before he turns around a begins walking, "You coming?"

You fight back the urge to say 'Oh I will be," instead opting to follow him to the back of the club. The minute you step foot in the back area your arms are around his neck, lips brushing eachother as a silent request.

Permission is granted when he presses his lips against yours. It's hungry and desperate and tense, everything you expected a kiss with him to be like. Behind all the pent-up frustration it's surprisingly gentle and considerate. His hands are on your back, sliding down to get a firm grip on your ass, something that prompts you to moan into the kiss.

Messy is the only way to describe the way your tongue slides against his as one hands find purchase in his hair and the other rests on his firm chest. You tilt your head to kiss him better, deeper. Your noses bump and teeth clash a bit but neither of you finds it in yourselves to react or make a deal out of it, too lost in the heart-racing sensation of each other's lips locked after months of built-up glances and sexually charged interactions.

Eventually, you have to part with him for the necessity that is oxygen. If you didn't need air you think you'd never willingly part from him. Forhead to forhead, his hands still gripping onto your ass, your hands still in his hair now dragging down to hold his face as you both pant. It's hot and stuffy in the backroom, a shitty torn up couch and box TV shoved in a corner to keep Volt and him entertained or something, Volt talked about it one time but you were too preoccupied with kissing on his neck to care.

The fantasy of having them both on and in you was never fleeting, but you had just gotten Eddie so you figured you'd still have to work up to the Volt and Eddie sandwich you so desperately wanted.

"I want to fuck you so bad, I need to fuck you so bad" Eddie groans. A sentence you've never thought you'd hear in your life time blessing your ears. You could have jumped up and down with joy if it wasn't mood-killing.

"I wanna fuck you too, so fucking bad Eddie you don't even know." You chuckle, kissing him again.

"Oh I think I know," he groans against your lips, lifting you up with ease and dropping you onto the couch.

For a torn-up god knows how old piece of furniture it provided some comfort, just about the bare minimum though. It was awkward to position yourselves on, you opted for having him take his pants off and sit down, and straddle him for a more efficient position. He slid his vest off and let out a groan the minute your hands touched his bare chest and your lips were kissing his neck and jaw.

You wondered if he could shock you. Maybe not, Volt was the real electricity and energy, Eddie was just the...wires? Well, you could get shocked by wires, yeah? Volts shocks stung enough so you weren't exactly willing to test your theory with Eddie. Instead trying to avoid his wires, similar to how you avoided touching Volt's wild hair. Though it was pretty to look at.

"You want this, live wire?" The endearing little nickname leaving his lips in his voice in that tone made you shiver. Nodding enthusiastically.

"I need to hear you say it," he chuckles, one hand gently holding your chin, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your cheek as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"I want this," you practically whine. The sexy confident act falls a little, leaving behind the sight of someone who needs something really bad. Leaving behind the sight of pure desperation and desire. You could see some of it in his dark eyes too.

"You want what, live wire?"

The way he was looking at you was positively simple and it made you weak everywhere.

"I want you to fuck me Eddie, need it. So so bad. Need it so bad, please fuck me." You amped the pleading up, giving him everything he wanted and more, giving him a look of want, slightly biting your bottom lip, your brows furrowed a bit and your eyes sparkling with something sensual.

It felt erotic.

It was erotic.

It was no longer just sexy, passing glances. No longer a thought in your mind you entertained every night alone in bed. You were straddling him on his couch, your hands exploring his chest. It was sensual and erotic and almost perverted the way the two of you were looking at each other. Touching each other, as if you'd never touch each other again.

Which you very well might not. He could decide he wants nothing to do with you after tonight. But deep down part of you knew Eddie and how he wouldn't do that. Once he's deep in something, he stays. And soon he'd be deep into you, literally.

With your explicit permission he slides down your pants until they fall onto the floor, you in turn sliding down his boxers until they rest halfway down his thighs. He's a good size, the perfect girth to fill you up and leave you completely satisfied with no want for anything more other than him pounding into you.

You giggled softly as he groaned from your hands sliding down his chest, brushing against his happy trail and down to his cock. Stroking it a few times just to relish in the sounds he made in response before lining yourself up with his length.

The sounds you both let out as you sit down on him are sinful and filled with pleasure. Your head tilts back as you moan but his hand comes up to grab your chin bringing your face inches from his, his lips brushing softly against yours as you settle on his cock. Accustoming yourself to the stretch and the slight sting that melts right into ecstasy. Eddie kisses you with passion, pouring everything pent up into it as you got used to the feeling of his cock inside you. The gruff closed off asshole who worked at the Breaker Box now laid beneath you looking perfect and kissing you like he'd never get the chance to again.

"I'm gonna move now, kay'?" You mumble softly against his lips and he nods, with his permission you begin to slowly move up and down his cock before going just a bit faster once you get a sense of rhythm.

The sounds he makes are more than enough to let you know you're doing perfectly. Riding him is euphoric, a sensation unlike any other. The dimly lit stuffy backroom and broken-down couch creaking only add to the dirty real feeling of it all. It was messy, your wetness making your thighs slick as you went up and down on his cock. His cock felt perfect and snug inside of you, your hands resting on his broad shoulders, finger nails digging into them drawing a groan from his lips which you then kissed, swallowing the sounds he was making, your own sweetly blending with them.

You reach your peak, coming with a long satisfied moan, head thrown back a bit, his calloused hands gently rubbing your hips and working you through it. Right before, you can feel him about to come, slipping off of him and stroking his cock a few times until thick ropes of cum hit your and his stomach as he finishes with a satisfied moan.

You both sit there, sweaty and panting, trying to calm down.

"You know, I would've appreciated a little invitation to this show." Volt's voice startles both of you out of the trance you were in.

"I'll be sure to let you know next time then," Eddie chuckles, his hands resting warmly on your waist and everything seems to click into place as you all let out small laughs.

[arvenshenanigens]

I keep thinking about helping Volt paint his nails its signature metallic grey in the mornings before the bar opens. But also maybe sneaking in a bit of nail art if that morning is extra slow or there isn’t so much maintenance to be done. Mostly lightning bolts but imagine also putting you and Eddie’s initials on his nails. Small, discrete, something that almost no one would notice except him. But he will definitely tease you for accidentally putting some of his finger, even though you both know that either you will clean it up later or it’ll peel off in its own time.

At the start Eddie might simply watch mainly because the maintenance he does could chip off anything you put on his nails. You still manage to coax him into letting you care for his nails though, cleaning up his cuticles, trimming and also moisturizing his nails. Might as well do hand massages while Eddie’s here. On the off chance he agrees to nail polish it can also be a time to test out different top coats to see what makes it stick. Maybe even try out gel polish. Most of the time it’s black, the same color as Volt’s or any other color of your choosing, and soon you and Volt’s initials also end up being on Eddie’s nails.

It turns into a quiet routine between the three of you, a time where nothing matters other than your hand holding either of theirs steady while you work on either one of them. Soon they also ask to do yours, and soon you three all have matching nails.

I just want to pamper Eddie, Volt is probably a lot more used to doing things like this due to keeping up the pre-reset facade of being the pretty charmer. So it’s time to make up for lost time with Eddie :}

[ghost-qwq]

(carehound mentioned ANYWAY) i am on my KNEES for Volt n Eddie or Reggie stamps PLEASE (/nf <3)

BOOM!!!! Here you are!!!!!

[volt-race]

I'm not quite sure yet how much I may do this year, might just be revenges we'll see, but Soon:tm:

Hope to see y'all there!

[saffron-seraph]

Saw fanart of Volt slipping his hand into Eddie’s shirt and now can’t stop thinking of his groping Eddies chest and squeezing his ass when he walks by him. He does it at the bar and gets yelled at ofc but the flush on Eddies face encourages him to never stop

[saosinn]

i just hit 300 AHHH THANK YOU ALL SM i promise i'll write something good for this when i have the time, cast ur votes here!!

i didn't expect to be so worn out on my vaycay i apologize for the fic drought rn 💔💔

FIC IS OUT!!

[kaiserouo]

he's a nom nom warframe

[volt-race]

Glass Spires is in the game actually! It's exclusive to one Scar challenge, being the Two Lovers. So in a way that Enoch tie was kept, humorously enough if it is a overhauled Enlightenment

There's three bonus tracks on the Tettix half of the Rogue Legacy 2 OST that aren't used anywhere in-game; not even the jukebox has these ones. The first is Old Magic and while I quite love the track on its own, it's only kinda RL2-feeling, so I get why it was cut. I wonder where it was meant to play. The second is Caco Phoney which again sounds only a little like the rest of RL2's soundtrack (this one sounds very Binding of Isaac to me). If the game had an area similar to the Lair Of Darkness in RL1 (while Pishon takes this role it goes for a lot more of a defiled nature theme and less of an evil one) I could see this playing there. And third and finally, we have Enlightenment. This one's closer to the rest of the game's style, and could easily fit in under only moderately special circumstances. If Enoch was the final boss I could easily see this playing there. It's still very clearly not-quite-the-finished-OST though. But more than anything else, I'm pretty confident this did end up being reworked into Glass Spires, which did make it into the final game (though even this is jukebox-exclusive I think? poor song can't catch a break if true.)

[voltrixz]

FIGHT CLUB X TSSM

(Concepts and stuff)

Basic Premise/Main Cast

Ramble stuff:

Concept scenes

Hopefully actual art/sketch concepts will be real soon if I get off my ass but for now a quick story segment wip under the read more