#vox just HOWLING with laughter

[weebsinstash]

So, hear me out, but; what if y/n was totally aware that Miguel is into them? It's flattering, having this huge, incredibly dangerous man that's really obviously weak in the knees when you give him doe eyes, or lean over him and press your chest up against his back to point at something on his screen. You never treat it seriously, always flitting in and out of Nueva York and in and out of Miguel's reach. Teasing, flirting, but never going further than that, simply enjoying the attention and warm fuzzies that come with making a man break the mug he's holding because you stretched and your shirt rode up enough to expose your belly.

And it's not like he's gonna do anything bad! It's just flirting, and he's a fellow Spiderperson! You're all good people here... Right?

This is kind of different but similar but, I find myself drawn to Reader inserts/characters that like, maybe if they don't hate themselves, are like inherently incapable of even considering that someone might like them romantically, like you're not constant gloom and doom but you find the concept of someone loving you romantically outright wacky crazy

Miguel throws a lil tiny experimental flirt towards Reader to test the waters, and Reader flirts right back because they think he's JOKING. Miguel takes that as a sign and starts giving you more compliments and little flirtatious remarks and you just think this is like, platonic teasing, that he's ribbing you, you think Its Like A Friend Thing Like A Gimmick, and it takes him a while to notice you have absolutely no idea he's being 2099% serious when he makes those corny comments about how he gets lost in your eyes, saying shit like he's the hunky male lead from a telenovela or something

Combine this with the alternative dangerously risky concept of "Reader who jokingly says foul/raunchy shit" which is also a Val/Reader concept I've had. But like. Idk. Miguel sees you slurping a soda or sweet drink or idk even smoking and he jokes like "wow those are some lungs" and without blinkijg before you can even consider the consequences you hit him with "yeah I can suck dick like this too" and he chokes on his own food in shock, red as a tomato. Or Reader jokingly slaps his butt like some real football locker room go team shit or maybe you're teasing him and telling him he's "fat" and he has to excuse himself while the skin is still stinging because, oh my GOD did you just give him the biggest hard-on and it's about to EXPLODE--

Just accidentally making him totally crazy about you because you're literally too doubtful of him potentially having feelings for you or being interested in you in any capacity besides platonically that you accidentally act your unhindered full charisma self. You're too doubtful of him loving you to be self conscious and embarrassed of anything you say or do and think he just sees you as like, a sibling. Someday you'll learn to regret all those times you jokingly kissed him on the cheek because you thought it would gross him out or the time you got too drunk on spiked eggnog at the Christmas party and kissed him right on the mouth, but like, almost as you would a brother or a cat, as you coo how handsome he is, hes such a pretty boy, and "why hasn't he found himself a wife yet-- wait shit I am so sorryyyyyyyy i forgot 😥" because. You know. poor guy. But also. Gotta love the dilf factor

Ughhhhhh there really are a lot of us feeling the "baby trapping" energy from this man. Miguel who pokes holes in condoms because the second you get pregnant "oh, in that case well, I'll take responsibility and marry you and we can raise the baby :)" which I mean, considering his losses that's its own significant undertaking for him, that entire process and line of thinking is some sort of combination "healing" while getting ten times worse. Not to say he doesn't adore you or the thought of having kids with you, just... he might not be considering the most noble of methods anymore, for anything really. Getting drinks with you and biding his time until the alcohol slowly loosens you up and he gets you alone and you're too tipsy and sex hungry to stop and realize he isn't using protection until he's, you know, finishing inside of you. He'll use a drunken one night stand to try and weasel his way into dating you, if you're not already pregnant from that one night. I mean shit he's just so like large and imposing and just, God, he's hot though, I feel like it would be so hard to not visibly be flustered at the very least, and he'll use any reactions you make as cues for what he can try next. Even just suddenly grabbing your hips or waist or sides and making you suddenly squeak and he can tell by the look on your face that he's totally getting you hot even if maybe you're embarrassed and might not inherently want to act on anything (yet? Imagine wanting that Thick Dilf Dick and being physically attracted to him and respecting him and so you legitimate pursue him if only hust for sex and somehow you Accidentally Unlock The Crazy In Him)

One day you think he's just a harmless coworker, the next day you're finding he's got extensive stalker ass records for you, pictures, videos, just surveillance things, and he's not quite as Charming and Valiant to you anymore. In fact you're just about starting to realize all those comments he made that made you swoon before are now starting to make your skin crawl, but hey, just like you stumbled upon his secret, he stumbles upon you and catches you red handed, and well, he's sorry you found out this way but he was going to confess to you more seriously eventually right? Is THIS enough of a clear signal for you yet?

[wiggly-giggly]

TK Headcanons — Vox

-> he is definitely a switch, most definitely ler-leaning. about 60% a ler, and 40% a lee.

-> this man has claws on his hands. literal sharp, perfectly teasy claws at the ready at any hour of the day. they are perfect tools, and he knows how to use them. what can he say? he’s been ,, practising,

-> probably would only tickle velvette and valentino, and definitely a partner if he had one that isn’t either of the two prior mentioned.

-> he’s such a tease, dear god. he wouldn’t really compliment his lee’s laughter unless he was close with them, but he will make remarks and comments on how they react to his methods.

-> “wow! this is a bad spot, huh? look at you! you’re practically red! you can’t be this fucking ticklish, can you? now, i wonder what happens if i move over here?”

-> he is one for the chase. and he’s not going to play fair. here’s your friendly reminder that he can materialize himself into a simple bolt of lightning. vox will let you run for a short while, until you’re out of his sight , or until you think that you’re safe. and then he will materialize himself, sending himself over in front of you, and bask in your shocked reaction.

-> we’ve mentioned this in a different post, but say vox is alternatively not up to chase you around, let alone sneak up on you or launch an overt attack. he will find a way to trace and skitter his claws of fingers on your skin with one hand, the other being more preoccupied with what he is doing . maybe he’s easing a book, maybe he’s looking over files. but nothing is stopping that smirk from growing on his screen. and he’ll act like he’s not doing anything either.

-> “hm? i don’t get what’s so funny over there, you should be doing your work. it’s too early to be making so much noise.”

-> okay okay heading on to more lee headcanons, his antenna will make him MELT. wiggle your fingers on it, and he will stumble/fall. he’s lucky he’s so tall ; no one will be able to access it in day to day situations. unless he’s getting wrecked.

-> he has a laugh akin to that of a boisterous one, maybe even a cackle. if he is tickled long enough, it becomes more staticky.

-> hips, hips, HIPS, kings queens and in betweens. his hips are sooooo, so bad. they make the guy howl , or his voice crack more. focus on this area long enough, and he is sure to bluescreen in minutes.

-> okay, his shoulders and upper back? these will sent him into a giggle fit if touched/tickled lightly. you need to squeeze his shoulders if you want to get him to actually laugh. that is, if you get him to agree to a shoulder massage. he’s usually got his guard up about this kind of stuff, unless he is tired .

-> honestly, if you try to tickle him when he is more on guard, he’s definitely going to pretend that he can’t feel it and ask what you’re doing — maybe even sporting a grin before he plots to turn the tables over onto you.

-> his ribs makes him squeallll, just a fun fact! so do the backs of his knees <3. but, vox (again) usually has his guard up , and will most likely catch you if you try to take him by surprise. the spaces between his ribs are worse, and his body will jerk as if he has been shocked.

-> if he’s being tickled, he will (moreso emptily) threaten his ler(s) through his laughter, unless he is talking about revenge here. oh no sir, he will seek that out once he has the chance to. but , as long as he is close with the people that are making him fluster and scream with laughter , he will not truly mean those threats that pour from his lips.

-> vox genuinely does like aftercare after his ler has had their fix. it’s not like he’d go actively asking for it afterward, nor will he say that he likes it, but he will be grateful if he is given even a douse of aftercare after a round or two of tickling.

[kit-williams]

Run rabbit run

YANDERE NIGHT LORD RAPTOR TIME

Also trying out this mood board shit please lemme know if its good

tw: Yandere, kidnapping, He's a fucking Night Lord but this is pretty chill, dialogue heavy will probably have to write a follow up for this one.

He watched from his perch the screaming and the crying. But Ghosk Sevyrarek always had a good eye for the unusual like the leggy little thing sliding against the pavement. Pushing what the baseline human body was capable of... his black eyes raking over those thigh muscles as they are pushed to the limit of human ability. He watched the prey driven members of the warband rush after the little rabbit.

Oh this wasn't just a normal human he figured watching how they cleared a jump with ease as three night lords rushed after like newly turned to chaos space wolves. He rolled his eyes at the display of their mindlessness knowing full well what would happen to this darling... he blinked at the thought. When was the last time he called anything a darling....

Nostromo... He recoiled at feeling nostalgic as that would only bring guilt. His decent mood felt soured... it wasn't the rabbit's fault as much as he wanted to blame the darling. Oh she very much was a darling... a pretty thing a pretty little rabbit. He could swoop down and stop the neophytes playtime with just a quick snap of her neck like a good hunter would.

He was losing fun with the warband... Ghosk figured he would lend his services to another warband of brothers... and then another... and then another. He snarled as he eyes watched the little leggy darling. Murder and torture was no longer giving him any thrill and more and more often he found himself feeling the barest emotion of regret. Coward... he hears some foul voice in his mind whisper.

The pretty rabbit was getting tired she was struggling to make those turns... her lungs were burning up probably. His leathery wings spread into the smoke licked night sky as he dove from his perch. She couldn't do it any more! She physically couldn't run anymore and she turned to look at the three monsters with glowing red eyes and skull faces. How they howled with laughter and glee purring and cooing what they would do to her.

The pavement exploded behind her as all she had time was to look behind her... maybe maybe the Emperor did send an angel? But with the leathery wings that came out of the smoke she wondered if they were right... there was no Emperor here. Ghosk ignored the vox messages as he grinned with glee down at the little rabbit before he grabbed her and jumped into the air letting her scream in fear.

"Let go of me!" She screamed.

"Well if you say so." Ghosk cooed and dropped her watching the wind rip through her hair before he dove after her and twirled her back into his arms. "Thought about it... maybe not the best place to let you go." He say laughing.

He played this game with her flying higher and higher and dropping her or tossing her around. Her reuniting with his armor was causing her to bruise and the next time he tried to drop her he watched her cling onto him. "Aww little rabbit are you done flying with me?" He put his hands under her arms and brought her close to his face to have her nuzzle his helm.

He watched her gag at the smell of death coating him but he listened to her whimper, "Please if you're going to kill me just let me go."

"See that's the fun part little rabbit! I don't know if I'm going to kill you yet. I could... though I might not." He says landing on a building with a huff as he sits her down, delicately placing a claw under her chin, "Now if you want your death to be slow and agonizing I would recommend you move from this spot. Got it?"

He watched her nod and he pat her head like the good girl she was. "Now where was I..."

"You said you might not kill me?" His little rabbit spoke as he watched her massage those delicious legs of hers.

"Yes I might not because you little rabbit bring up pesky little memories."

She gave Ghosk a curious look. Ghosk on the other hand pulled off his helmet and shook some of his hair free. "You know you'll probably just get hair in your mouth when you put that helmet back on." His little rabbit squeaked out.

"Oh feeling a bit mouthy then pet?"

"Listen you say I bring back memories. I assume you're just going to kill me in a different way."

"Awww pet do you trust me that little?" He cooed over at her and she just gives him a 'really' look. "No I'm not going to kill you yet." He watches her roll her eyes. Oh he's in a good mood! He likes sassy little darlings though you've half resigned yourself to a fate he has yet to decide. What a pretty little darling you are.

"Alright I'll bite..." He watches her pause as she makes a disgusted face as he returns the look with something more lewd at her suggestion, "Um... I bring back memories."

"Yes you do." Ghosk becomes serious as he paces slightly, "Pesky little memories and feelings of a life long long gone. Yet Oh I don't know... maybe I'm just bored with all of this." He gestures to the burning city though for him he gestures to the dropship with his "brothers" god... the Iron Warriors feel like they have more brother hood... no the fucking World Eaters have far more comradery than he does with his supposed brothers.

"Why don't you just go then?" She holds back a groan as she rubs her sore legs but she looks up at her "savior". "If you're bored with it I'm certain the Emperor can forgive you right?"

Ghosk threw his head back and laughed hard when he finally calmed down he tried to compose himself, "Oh you're a funny little thing. He walked over and his right wing grabbed her and picked her up as she squirmed obviously freaked out by the way the membrane hugged her. "Careful little one... I've suffocated someone with my wings try not to squirm too much." He said looking over the edge before jumping down the few stories. "Now where were we... right. I was laughing at your suggestion. But I might move on... just I hardly have anything holding me here." He looked to his rabbit tucked into his wing as it curled around her like a large hand just holding her and caressing her with its thumb as he looked to her.

"What do you want me to say? That you shouldn't go? Oh yeah no totally stay here with the rest of the psychopaths."

"See that's what I don't want to do. I'm just so bored with it." Ghosk said with some dramatics.

"Then I guess you can leave them behind and we can part on friendly terms."

He dramatically turned his head toward her and cocked it to the side. "And leave my dear little rabbit at the mercy of wolves who will most likely break you in many many ways." He cooed as she shrank slightly.

"I have a feeling you're going to break me too."

He pursed his lips for a moment tapping his chin. "I might try that consent thing. But no my rabbit... you're not leaving my side. We're on this journey of self discovery together! Won't it be fun?"

He hummed as he walked past his brothers holding his prize and put his helmet back on his head and felt annoyingly amused... his little rabbit was right... he did get some of his hair caught in his mouth. "

[adorieheartz]

Melodies with the heart, A Demons dance with Desire: Part 1 [RadioStatic] [FanFic]

Hells sky, streaked with ominous clouds, seemed to pulse with the chaotic energy of the annual Extermination. Shadows twisted and darted through the streets, demons scrambling like roaches before the approaching extermination. Screams echoed in the air, a cacophony of fear that marked this dark event, coming through the alleys and rooftops. High above, the Exterminators descended.

For most, this was a time of terror, a moment to hide and pray. For Alastor, it was a show.

He stood amid the mayhem, a figure of dark elegance against the backdrop of chaos. The Radio Demon. He surveyed the scene with unshakeable delight, his sharp grin widening as he took in the pandemonium. His red eyes glinted with amusement, and the crackling sound of his laughter filled the air as he held his staff between his fingers.

"Well, well, well!" Alastor called out,.

"Our little festival is in full swing! Such delightful chaos, don’t you think? You’d think they’d learn by now that the demons of Hell don’t like visitors!"

He spun around, arms open wide, basking in the madness. Nearby, demons tried to fend off the Exterminators, only to be struck down, their howls of agony harmonizing with Alastor’s amusement. It was a grim performance, one that Alastor relished.

Then, from the heavens, a figure descended, it was Adam, leader of the Exorcists, landed with a flamboyant flourish, a goofy grin plastered across his face. His halo shimmered, and his vibrant wings fluttered with a life of their own.

“Hey, Alastor!” Adam called, his voice bright and teasing. “Mind if I crash your little party? I brought some heavenly justice just for you!”

Alastor chuckled, his eyes gleaming. “Ah, the main act finally arrives! You certainly know how to make an entrance. Shall we dance?”

Without waiting for a response, Adam lunged forward, his guitar glowing with divine energy. Alastor barely had time to react as the Exterminator charged, his expression a mix of playful mischief and fierce determination.

“Catch me if you can!” Adam shouted, his tone light as he aimed his weapon at Alastor.

The battle began - a blend of sheer power. Alastor wielded his cane, summoning waves of tentacles that erupted around him, each pulse accompanied by crackling static and the ghostly echoes of laughter. Yet Adam, with his childlike glee, danced around the strikes with surprising agility.

“Nice moves!” Adam called, dodging another of Alastor’s spells. “But have you ever tried twirling? It adds flair to your.. whoops!”

Alastor seized the moment, sending out a wave of energy that sent Adam staggering. “Oh, dear Adam, your humor is delightful but a bit over the top, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps more suited for a Saturday morning cartoon than a battle to the death?”

Adam laughed, his spirit unfazed. “Well, it’s hard to keep things dark when I’m just so… bright! Get it? Because I’m an angel?” He winked, clearly enjoying the banter.

✧༺★༻✧

Vox was watching from his lair, the glow of his screens illuminating his face as he monitored every angle of the fight. He rubbed his hands together, as he delved his hand into a popcorn box. “Now this is entertainment! If Alastor falls, it’ll be the juiciest broadcast in all of Hell, And I'll finally show that walking outdated radio just who he's messing with! Perfect! Just perfect!”

As Alastor and Adam exchanged blows, the tension in the air thickened. Each clash of their powers sent ripples through the surrounding chaos, drawing more demons into the fray, their eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before them.

“Wow, you’re really persistent!” Adam exclaimed, dodging another attack. “You should think about going pro! Maybe even join the Exorcists - just kidding! We can’t have psychopathic nobodies in heaven!”

Alastor’s grin faltered for a moment as he felt the weight of the fight. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Adam. I’m afraid you’ll find that I’m not so easily defeated.”

The banter continued, the playful back-and-forth making the battle feel like a twisted game. Alastor conjured illusions, distracting Adam with distorted images of himself, while Adam spun around, trying to discern the real threat.

“Nice try! But I’ve seen better illusions from a funhouse mirror!” Adam shouted, laughing as he swung his spear.

The chaotic dance pushed and Alastor began to realize the severity of the situation. Each attack from Adam landed harder, and the playful atmosphere began to shift as the stakes grew higher.

“Come on, Alastor! Show me what you’ve got!” Adam teased, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I didn’t come down here for a boring fight! Let’s kick it up a notch!”

Adam flew up into the air, he conjured his angelic power & snapped Alastors cane in two. Alastor looked down, "Fuck." And then he was slammed against the wall.

✧༺★༻✧

(A/N) From now on, this story will feature one of my own characters! If you are confused at any point, I'd suggest reading the introductory xo -viv

In a swirl of shadows, Ryoba appeared, stepping into the fray with an elegance that silenced the chaos for a moment. Her presence commanded attention; her regal demeanor contrasted sharply with the pandemonium surrounding her. She moved with fluidity, her eyes scanning the battlefield with calm focus, a serene smile on her lips, Double playing Alastors iconic one.

“Such a ruckus for a simple dance,” Ryoba remarked, her voice soft yet resonant. “Mind if I join?”

Adam turned, his goofy grin broadening. “Whoa, a new dance partner! I’m flattered! I hope you like the theme - Chaos! It’s all the rage this season!”

“I’m sure it is,” Ryoba replied, her gaze steady as she assessed the situation. She saw Alastor on his knees, bloodied and weak, and felt a surge of trying to prove to Alastor who she really was, her ego stepping in to lead her to a battle already decided. “Step aside, Alastor. I’ll handle this.”

Without waiting for his reply, she lunged at Adam, her blade glinting as she teleported behind him. Adam, momentarily surprised, spun around just in time to block her strike.

“Whoa! You’re fast!” he exclaimed, the thrill of the fight igniting his spirit. “But can you keep up with my moves?”

Ryoba didn’t respond; instead, she focused, her attacks precise and elegant. Adam’s playful demeanor contrasted sharply with her deadly intent, and their clash was a whirlwind of blades and angelic power. She weaved through his strikes with the grace of a dancer, countering with swift slashes aimed at his exposed sides.

“Nice footwork!” Adam cheered, dodging another of her strikes. “But I’ve got moves you’ve never seen before!”

“Then let’s see them,” Ryoba replied, she hardened her tone. With each clash of their weapons, the air crackled with tension.

Vox watched with rapt attention, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Now this is what I call prime content! Two overlords battling a divine fool? The potential for humiliation is just amazing..” A smirk played on Vox's face as Valentino and velvet grinned as well.

Ryoba’s resolve intensified. She could feel the stakes rising; Adam was relentless, and the energy of the battle was shifting. Despite her power, the weight of the situation pressed down on her.

Ryoba ducked beneath another of Adam’s strikes.

In a moment of distraction, however, Adam saw his opening. He lunged forward with renewed vigor, “Time to wrap this up, lovely lady!”

With a swift thrust, Adam’s Guitar connected, piercing Ryoba’s thigh and ripping the heel cohersive. The impact sent shockwaves through her, the angelic light searing into her flesh. For a split second, the world slowed, and everything around her faded into a blur.

“Not so fun when the tables turn, huh?” Adam quipped, his tone half-serious, half-amused.

Ryoba let out a small yelp, pain coursing through her. She staggered back, her facade cracking as blood dripped from her mouth. But even as she faltered, a fire ignited within her. she steadied herself.

Summoning the last of her strength, In an instant, she teleported away, disappearing into the shadows just as Adam prepared for another strike.

✧༺★༻✧

Vox’s eyes gleamed with triumph as the screen cut to black. “That’s right, Ryoba! Flee while you can! The ratings will be delicious! Two overlords, reduced to a fleeing wretch!” He chuckled to himself, already envisioning the headlines.

Adam watched her disappear, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. “Wait! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” he called out, half-laughing, “I was just trying to lighten the mood! Don’t go, it was just a little fun!” he said in a mocking tone.

He turned back to Alastor, who struggled to rise from the attack managed a pained chuckle. “Oh, Adam, you’re a riot. You’ve just sent one of Hell’s finest packing. Now, that’s not exactly Bright of you, is it?”

Adam shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. “Hey, all in good fun! But she was pretty intense! Did you see her moves? Like a ballet dancer on fire!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, wincing as he pushed himself up. “What a delightful metaphor, Adam. Now, if you could kindly focus on the matter at hand rather than waxing poetic, I would greatly appreciate it.”

As Alastor regained his composure, a sense of urgency washed over him. He needed to find Rosie, the only person who wouldn't take advantage of his vulnerable state.

“Enough of this nonsense.” Alastor declared, his voice rising with static as he Clutched his now broken cane and disappeared into the shadows.

Vox side viewed val and velvet, "HAH, that was actually the best thing I couldve seen happen today! I can't wait to finish off that sad heart-broken egotistical prick! " it was unevident if Vox was referring to Ryoba or Alastor, but either way he had a resentment for them both so..

(A/N) Don't really know where I'm going with this book lolz, Btw the only reason Ryoba stepped in was to try downprove Alastor. But Alastor and Ryoba aren't on bad terms x!! Since this show will feature Ryoba slot, I wanted to clear up why incase y'all don't have the time to read the description. She is my own OC and I feel writing boring without adding my own creative touch!!

Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter 

[vox-monstera]

Tag Game-Summer Goth Aesthetics

Thank you to @ghostoffuturespast for tagging me! Took me forever cause I just realized it was still in my likes waiting for me. 🫢

Rules: bold what applies to your character and their aesthetics; italicise those that somewhat apply; and strikethrough whatever doesn't apply

| VOX MONSTERA |

𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘖𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘒

rickety ferris wheels

carnival lights through fog

saltwater taffy and popcorn

tarot card readings

childhood best-friends

thunderstorms over the sea

tear-streaked face paint

chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water

ill-fated games of truth or dare

vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf-men

underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones

darts that are a little too sharp

twinkling lights in the dark

distant and ghostly laughter

blue and pink cotton candy

sunburnt shoulders

cherry flavored sno-cones

switchblades tucked into costumes

a bloody trail into an old tent

𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙

the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal

circling turkey vultures

unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time

daddy long legs in rotting logs

distorted backwards speech through a walkie-talkie

unexplainable antler shrines

coniferous mountain horizons

star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night

nests of infant barn owls

claw marks in tent fabric

soft and distant howls

unexplained lights darting through trees

clawed footprints in the dirt

bomber jackets and hiking boots

an old and well-used shotgun

thunderstorms that darken the sky

a rusted and reliable truck

the smell of petrichor

a voice calling your name from the trees 

𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘕 𝘊𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠

magnolia blossoms

chipping white porch swings

spanish moss

suffocating humidity

faded photographs of lacy weddings

tire tracks in mud

mausoleum angels

family trees

the yellow-green eyes of alligators

repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface

broken porcelain dolls

legs covered with mosquito bites

barbed wire

dark family secrets

stained white button downs

sweat drops down your spine

marshy swamp lands

weeping willow trees

rusted iron gates

cicadas in the summer

moss covered gravestones with fresh dirt

cursed family jewelry

old patina rosaries

fireflies at dusk

𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘋 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘗 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘛 

bloodshot eyes

flickering neon motel signs

aviator sunglasses

magic 8 balls

recurrent dreams of grey aliens

beaded curtains

dusty denim and incense smoke

sepia desert vistas

playlists of 1960s rock songs

coded messages in television static

comets in the night sky

fake ids

gas station snacks

jesus bobble heads

split lips

patchouli

paranoia between friends

ice cold diet coke

ripped jeans and converse

cigarette smoke drifting out of a car window

a 1960's white ford mustang

evergreen air fresheners

thousand yard stares

a gas station attendant who knows too many secrets

something dark following alongside your car

abandoned rest stops

rickety road signs that lead nowhere

It's been so long that I don't know who's done this and who hasn't, so if you see this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged! 😘

[abyssnighthawk]

Living Hell by Bella Poarch - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2PMGeHHrKE

Vital flinched as he heard Magnolia's laugh. He swore he told her to stay upstairs! He hurriee over into the living room where he saw Maggie sharing a glass of wine with Vox and Dette. "Nolia, babe! What are you doing here?" Vital strolled over and hugged her waist, his smile straining. "Vital, where have you been hiding this chick?" Vox chuckled. "Yeah, where have you been hiding me?" Magnolia looked at Vital, he caught the slight glare in her eyes. "Nolia, there's just so many powerful overlords here, I didn't want you to-" "I'm fine." Magnolia brushed him off. "Anyway, Bernadette was talking before you rudely interrupted." Vital growled a bit. "Nolia, let's talk upstairs." "No thank you." "Listen, this bratty bullshit is hot when it's just us two, but not around my guests. You're pissing me off." Vital snapped at her, causing demons to look over at the noise. "Oh, please Vital. I was down here looking for my stuff before I leave." Magnolia rolled her eyes. "Leave? Leave where?" "I'm leaving you." Magnolia said simply. "Didn't Val tell you? He spilled all the details of your little visits to Porn Studios." Valentino chuckled from the sideline. Vital shot him a glare. "That meant nothing, Nolia." Vital grabbed her paw, trying to sound sincere. "Don't care." Magnolia ripped her paw away. "Don't touch me. I don't want whatever you got from the whores you been sleeping with." "One of those whores was Angel!" Vital snarled, before his head whipped sideways and his face stung. Abigail shrieked with laughter. "I know damn well what you put Angel through." Magnolia hissed lowley. "So fuck you, and fuck this." Magnolia left the house, leaving Vital and the other overlords. Lucifer joined Abigail in laughter. Vital hissed at Lucifer, who only howled louder. "Get out!" As the overlords left Vital's home, Rosie made a note to fill Alastor in on the gossip.

[a-hazbin-spider]

"My standards for a good partner are non-existent. If I raised the bar remotely, not only would he TRIP, but he'd fall backward and break a hip." - from @voxuli!

Snort! Angel had to cover his mouth to keep himself from sputtering his spit. Vox entered the ring with some solid honesty and it made the spider damn near howl his laughter. Just the imagery he was given too, it was pure cinema! Val somehow failing to raise his heel an inch over a bar, the stiletto catching and sending him back- the man of the hour throwing out a hip in the process. Okay- take a breath, Angel, if you laugh too hard he might deck you.

“Hell, Vox, you got a way with words. Das fa sure. Hmm. But, that’s just makin’ a mess for yaself. Maybe you oughta let ‘im fall. Seems like he’s stumblin over it tha way it is. Maybe raisin’ tha bar is a good thing. Just sayin’. It wouldn’t kill ‘im to get knocked down a few pegs an’ consider you a lil bit.”

[misskittyhart]

No where is home.

The red skies bled their crimson glow across the dark city skyline. The distant sounds of screams, howls, laughter, and gunfire was always a constant sound track. Noisy, cacophonous, almost deafening to the point of numbing the senses. It was always like this. Sinners causing troubles. Violence, theft, murder and so much more. It ran through the streets rampant like a plague.

No one was down here because they were good. Of course this place was the devil’s playground. Cursed, gnarled, twisted like briar brambles in the darkest part of the wood. There she walked, the little red headed fox. Keeping a steady, brisk pace. Her tail flicked, ears high, perked and listening. Always on alert, ready to fight if need be.

Being a petite, pretty little thing often brought danger with it. It was a common occurrence that she would have to defend herself. There was a large twelve inch hunting knife on her thigh, that would deter anyone from trying to mess with her.

It was another lonely, quiet night for her. She had just finished her shift singing at the Black Dahlia. Getting on that stage reminded her of her hay day in the 1920s singing in New Orleans at the Silver Magnolia. Those golden days seemed so far away now. She made it to her apartment building, and quickly made it inside.

No one would greet her. No friends to call. No lover to hold her. She spent a solitary, and painfully lonely after life. It still felt the knife was buried deep into her breast. Twisted. Pain hurting her so badly. It was one of those nights. One of the ones that stung like salt into the open wounds in her heart.

The door opened with a little creaking sound as she went inside her home. Her little box that held her current life. So often she moved around. The fear her abusive ex husband would find her, was a looming shadow. That’s why she lived this life of solitary pain. Afraid if she found a glimmer of happiness with someone, then they would be in danger of being harmed by the man who ended her life.

Kitty moved to the kitchen. Pulling down a bottle of whiskey from one of the shelves, she poured three fingers. She knocked it back feeling the sharp sting in her throat as it warmed its way into her body. Her eyes closed. Not enough, she needed more tonight.

She took the bottle, and crystal glass to the living room. Sitting on the plush green couch she flicked the tv on. Vox’s face flickering across it as he was hosting another late night show. He was a fascinating man to her. A showman. She always liked people in entertainment, they were like stars. Bright, warm and inviting.

She drank more whiskey. Until her vision began to blur. Then her cheeks felt wet. Delicate, clawed finger tips touched her face lightly. She sniffled. She wasn’t sure when she started to cry, but it came over her like a tidal wave. Drowning. Pain tearing through the shreds of her briar wrapped heart. She was sobbing. Curled up on her plush velvet couch, her fluffy fox ears pinned back, tail tucked. She clung to a pillow, sobbing into it. Seeking the comfort of touch, needing to be held. It had been decades since she let any one in. Then she ran. Scared.

Her throat felt raw as the lump settled there. She sobbed, til her small body trembled. That voice from the tv was the only company in her apartment.

She was so horridly alone.

Drowning in whiskey.

[demigoddessqueens]

like I love you

Partly based off an anon ask about first time with Vax, and a follow-up convo with @southside-otaku , I’ve decided to make a part 2.

Yes there’s smut to start off AGAIN, 18+

The morning was just barely starting as the sun’s rays peaked into your room. Or was it now both your room? Considering the sleeping form and arm pulling you close, what happened last night was no dream at all.

Turning to your side, the gentle sleeping form of famed Vox Machina rogue Vax’ildan greets you. It really was a lovely sight first thing in the morning. His soft touch, hair strewn across the pillows, gentle snores and legs still intertwine with yours. Feeling the heat of the moment, you leaned towards to place a chaste kiss

Guess the whole sleeping form was a façade since your lover’s warm brown eyes opened as soon as he felt you. “G’morning, my love.” You scoffed lightly as you leaned down again for his lips. “Morning to you too, love….hmm you were so good last night. So perfect for me.” Vax’s grip tightened more as he moved to kiss your neck. “Likewise for you, although I’d say you were better.”

The rogue indulged more in the aftercare with you, tender kisses and touches growing more heated by the second. You could feel him growing more as it pressed against your leg, and your desire becoming slick as well. “Seems as though you want a repeat of last night, Mr Vessar. Who am I to stop you?” He hitched up one of your free legs over his hips as he slid so easily into you with a sharp gasp. “No man or woman would be mad enough to let you leave their bed after such a night. I intend to make good on that.”

You gasped as he pulled you closer, tighter to where those brown eyes melted more into you. Filling you to the brim as you shuddered still from the night before. He was here, there, everywhere all around you in your passions. Molded so perfectly to each other’s forms. You left a trail of love bites across his neck and collar bone, raking your nails down his back. The lustful moans of “no idea, nngh, how pretty, how good-oh fuck-you feel!” spurred you on as you pulled on his hair. You thrusted your hips more to meet his, wanting this to go on as long as possible with your bodies accepting and satisfying each other throughout the morning.

It was a different scene at the breakfast table. While you and your love languished away in your love making, the rest of Vox Machina had heard you both in the first early hours of the day. Scanlan was more than eager to break the tension once it dawned on them what FINALLY happened. “We’re gonna run with this until they get down here.”

They could see past the act when you both tried to come into the kitchen at separate times, both muttering casual “Good mornings”. Vex could see the love struck expression on her brother’s face, and when you both sat across from each other then she let the floodgates open.

“So, brother…seems as though we should be congratulating you for becoming a man.” Vax immediately started coughing on the small morsel of food he had eaten before the hits kept on rolling. Grog howled with laughter as Keyleth offered a sympathetic yet sweet “I’m so happy for you guys.”

Scanlan and Pike’s words only made your face heat up more. “When’s the wedding?? Who knew y/n had a set of pipes?” You turned your head towards Percy for any respite, but that look behind his clouded glasses said otherwise. “Honestly y/n, I didn’t realize how good Vax felt—.” Vex quickly cut him off before hearing more about her brother’s skills.

Well, this was going to be interesting from now on. You looked at your shell shocked lover with a look that said “well we had to let them one way or another.”

[chaimshelii]

I Want To Watch The Whole World Burn. Alastor x Reader

 Based off of AnnaPantsu’s cover of World Burn from the Mean Girls musical

and YES I did change the lyrics to make more sense :/

Art credit to the original owner (SamuraiAmes on twitter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMVI1FMBHVg

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My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel

This is what I get for helping

Helping someone lame fit in

Vaggie n’ Angie, enjoy your temporary win 

As I strut down to Alastor’s room I pass a clock. 3:34 a.m. Well past the time Al would be asleep. 

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) “(Y/N) is a fugly cow.” Hey Angie, how ya like me now?

I sneak in and quickly grab his microphone staff and run out of the hotel, but not before grabbing as many as matches as the tall building could even carry. 

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get me

i grab as many tabloids of the incident as I could fit in my satchel, as demons all over the city pointed and laughed at me. they won’t be laughing for long...

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline

Al woke up from a nightmare, but those were becoming more usual as the days passed. He decided it was best to just listen to music as it was almost time to get dressed anyways. As he turns on his radio his heart sinks to his feet.

I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean

He throws on his clothes as fast as demonly possible, not caring about his hair, shoes or a smile even. And we know you’re never fully dressed without one, Al.

Vaggie, time to watch your back Angie, time to turn and cough

Al can’t believe the sight upon him. As he looks up he sees me standing on the roof. He’s lost all given shits about his appearance, only wanting to care about me standing on the roof. 

Because you took me down But you didn’t finish me off

I pull out the tabloids and matches, lighting the papers on fire and proceeding to chuck them off the tall buildings, singing into the microphone that everyone within a 30 mile radius could hear.

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And in case you’re keeping score Angie may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn!

Tears stream down Alastor’s face as he walks towards the building, the crowd howling with laughter at the used-to-be-feared Radio Demon.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Vaggie is a grotsky bi-otch!

Vaggie gasps and runs back into the hotel. Some would say every demon in the city, even Lucifer are shocked at this display of anger.

I got the gasoline

I hopped from building from building, listening and watching Alastor’s world and reputation literally and figuratively being stripped from his hands. I should probably feel bad. He left me because people found out we we’re together. What kind of stupid- egomaniac-sociopath does that?! Oh, right. Alastor does.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Angel Dust is a drug pusher!

Angel is angry. But not just angry. He’s guilty. And he damn well knows it.

I wanna make the world burn

I’ve never looked so evil in my life, and it felt good

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Charlie is a heaven dyke! (Y/N) is a fugly cow (Y/N) is a fugly cow

Alastor has never seen me so angry. And I’ve never felt so.... alive I could say

And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

I cackled. LOUD.

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean

Fuck making this about me and Al.. I want everyone to be angry. infuriated even!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean! I jump off the building, and land amongst the demons, who open a path towards Alastor’s sobbing figure, looking more decrepit he had ever been, even in living.

Mean

I strut towards him, when I finally reached him, every step I took I shoved him back by his chest until he fell onto his back. Where I stood over his shaking, crying body on the blood-stained, alcohol soaked, cracked concrete.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Mean! I wanna watch the world burn

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Alastor tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't seem to care over the shouts, clapping and singing coming from the demons of Pentagram City.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

The demons turned to the three V’s, Vox, Valentino, and Velvet, who were backing away

I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

An explosion goes off, smoke surrounding me for a split second, where I make my grand escape.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Did y’all like it?? It’s my first fanfic and I hope I did good! FEEDBACK IS ACCEPTED :)

796 words.

1/1/2021 happy new year! :)

1:47 a.m.

[coockie8draws]

Fic under the cut

"Al?"

Alastor startled out of his upright slumber in the room Charlie had kindly offered him and he glanced down at her

"Hmm?" He mumbled, feeling a tad groggy.

Husk had yelled at him last night for staying awake for over a week straight and instructed him to get some sleep. So here Alastor was, standing in the corner of his room at the hotel, coat, bowtie, and shoes discarded. Charlie shifted from one foot to the other

"This is gonna sound really stupid, but I heard a noise in the kitchen, and the power keeps flickering. I already checked on Niffty and Angel, so I know it's not them, Vaggie isn't here right now, and Husk went home hours ago, and I'm… Too scared to go check it out," She babbled "Could you… Go see what it was?"

Alastor blinked at her for a moment before sluggishly nodding

"Oh! Of course, my dear. I'm sure it's nothing," He soothed, patting her shoulder.

Charlie followed after him to the top of the stairs, robe tightly wrapped around her. Alastor noted her hair was wet, so she'd likely just gotten out of the shower and probably wasn't wearing anything under her robe, which would explain why she felt so nervous about investigating the sound herself. She stayed at the top of the stairs as Alastor ventured down to the kitchen

"Be careful!" She called.

Alastor waved a sleepy hand

"I will," He mumbled, eyes hooded as he made his way to the kitchen.

His eyes slowly closed as he entered, wobbling slightly in his sleepy state. He opened his eyes, nothing. Then again, it was pitch black. Strange, they hadn't turned off the kitchen light that night. He took about three steps into the kitchen and slipped, hard, on the tiled floor.

"Eep!" He squeaked as he fell flat on his butt.

Alastor softly cursed his hooves, he should've put shoes on before coming downstairs. He turned over onto his hands and knees, getting his hooves under and pushing himself up, only to immediately do the splits as his hooves uselessly slipped on the immaculately cleaned tiles.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised himself up onto his hooves again, legs wobbling like mad as he desperately tried to keep his balance. One of his hooves slipped and he quickly lifted it, firmly planting his hands so he wouldn't slip again.

The kitchen light flickered and turned on. Alastor froze in his, admittedly compromising and extremely humiliating, position before slowly looking over his shoulder.

One of the windows had been pried open, and there was Vox, standing in front of the fridge, hand on the door like he intended to open it. He took his hand off the fridge and turned fully towards Alastor, expression blank.

They just stared at each other until Alastor's other hoof started to slip out from under him and he scrambled to keep his balance. Vox immediately bursted out laughing; hand on screen, arm clutching his side in hysterics.

Alastor's eyes flickered to radio dials and he blushed deeply

"S̷̪͂t̶͕͗o̷̥p̷͈̈͜ ̷͍͌l̴͇͠a̶̪̝̿̈́ū̸͖̘g̶̛̙͍h̴̹͇͑ḯ̴͔n̷̢͒ǵ̸͜ ̷̤̱̍͑a̶̺͌n̷͈̱̕͝d̸̮̻̃ ̶̥̊h̶͕͕͒̚e��̣͘l̷̨̹̓͠p̴̬ ̸̩̿m̷̤̈́é̸̦̈́!̶̟̃̓" He snapped.

Vox doubled over in laughter, clutching the counter to hold himself up before scrambling to take his phone out of his pocket

"I don't even care that you're gonna distort your face!" He howled, snapping a picture.

Alastor's face heated up even more, and he quickly pushed himself to his feet, only to immediately slip and fall on his butt again. Which just made Vox laugh harder

"Oh my god!" He snickered, taking more pictures "You're like a fucking toddler on ice!"

Alastor conjured magic in his palm and shot it at Vox, who quickly ducked

"Stop laughing!" He growled "You have a flat box for a head!"

Vox chuckled softly and approached, holding a hand out. Alastor leered at the gesture, he didn't trust it in the least

"Are you actually going to help, or are you just going to stand me up then let me slip so you can laugh at me some more?" He huffed.

Vox shrugged

"Take my hand and find out," He teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Alastor scoffed and grabbed Vox's hand, yelping as he was yanked to his feet. He wobbled, desperately trying to keep his balance to no avail. His hooves slipped again and he felt against Vox's chest. Vox snickered

"Oh, Alastor. Makin' a move are we?" He teased.

Alastor crinkled his nose in distaste

"You wish," He huffed, reaching out and grabbing the entryway frame.

He quickly hopped out of the kitchen and let out a breath of relief

"What are you doing here anyway?" He huffed.

Vox perked up like he just remembered something and returned to the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing a fancy bottle of tequila Angel Dust had brought in earlier that day

"This. Told Angie to hide it for me. Val and I have stayed steady for two and I wanted to surprise him with somethin' special," He explained as he closed the fridge.

Alastor fixed his hair

"Is two weeks really an accomplishment?" He drawled.

Vox made his way passed Alastor towards the front door

"It is with Valentino."

Alastor followed after him to make sure he left. Vox opened the door and stepped outside, turning towards Alastor and waving his phone back and forth

"Thanks for the show, I'm gonna have some good entertainment to last me a while," He snickered before heading off.

Alastor snarled and slammed the door before turning and heading upstairs. Charlie hopped out of his way

"What was it?" She asked.

Alastor opened the door to his room

"Just some common vermin," He huffed before slamming the door and returning to his corner to sleep.

He'd get Vox back for this if it was the last thing he did.

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part Eleven

Down In New Orleans

A tall demon strolled over to Valentino handing him an pack full of ice. He took a seat across from the overlord, sitting down in an very expensive leather chair. He was an overlord as well who was slim in figure. His head was a flat screen TV. He was wearing a striped tuxedo and black and red striped shirt with light blue ascot with a Wi-Fi symbol and a red bow tie. He was also wearing a small black top hat with antennas sticking out of it with a Wi-Fi design on it, in red and blue. Vox.

Jagged red and neon blue eyes on the screen stared at Valentino, as the demon sulked, who was watching the Television that was mounted on the wall. It showed his Studio completely destroyed, blown to bits, demolished.

 Valentino groaned as he took it from him removing his hand from his bruised eye. Valentino hissed in pain as placed the cool pack on his eye.

The pimp was sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his bruised eye, along with Velvet, who was holding her severed arm. Vox couldn't contain it anymore.

"What the Fuck happened to you two?!" He exclaimed as he nearly doubled over, howling in laughter.

Velvet narrowed her eyes glaring at the TV demon.

"It's that radio bastard fault!" She growled. "Look what he did to me!"

 Vox stared at her with an amused smile on his face as if it wasn't enough adding more insult to injury. "What are you whining for? It'll grow back." He replied. 

"You're not the one holding an missing arm! This is going to hurt like hell!" The harlequin minion whined. Vox rolled his eyes. 

"What did you two do to piss Alastor off?" Vox questioned. "You've must've really done something to set him off."

"There's some new dame who's under a contract with him." Valentino said looking at the TV demon as he removed the ice pack from his eye. Velvet scoffed. 

"Why he would put up with a human woman, hell if I know, that's for sure?" She replied, shrugging her shoulders, as she slumped further on the couch.

Vox's eyes widen. Since when has Alastor ever been interested in just one woman? Especially, a human one at that, a weak pathetic creature?  Gears began to form in the TV demon's brain as he tried to process this. A light bulb flashed as a plan was starting to form. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. Vox chuckled devilishly and smirked with a wide malicious grin across his screen. He leaned forward in his chair with his hands clasped together.

"Tell me more."

 Angel, Cherri, and Anna returned back to the hotel with Alastor. As soon as Angel opened the door walking inside with Alastor on his back, with Anna and Cherri behind him, Charlie was standing in front of the group with Vaggie beside her. 

 "Hey Blondie, what's up?" Angel asked. Charlie didn't answer him as she pulled out her Hellphone holding it out to them, showing Valentino's Studio in ruins.

 "What did you guys do?! You're all over the news!" She exclaimed furiously.

 "We'll explain it later, princess. Right now, Smiles needs attention." Angel said.

 "What the hell is with all this commotion? I've got a huge hang over so this had better be good!" Husk shouted walking over towards the group along with Niffty. The cat demon frowned as he noticed Alastor. "What the fuck happened to him?"

Angel explained everything to everyone how Valentino captured him, and how Anna, Alastor and Cherri had rescued him. 

"Smiles got hit with an angel's weapon. He's hurt bad." The spider demon tells them.

"Take Al to his room and we'll be up to help once we get some medical supplies." Charlie said. Niffty walked over to Anna.

 "But, first lets fix you up!" She shouted.

Before Anna could protest, the cyclops had quickly darted and started spinning around the human like a tornado until she stopped and was now standing in front of her. Anna looked down to see that her favorite shirt was now stitched up with no rips along with her blue jeans in one piece as well, looking brand new. Anna smiled as she looked down at the cyclops demon.

"Thanks."  She said, gratefully.

"Always willing to lend a helping hand to a friend of Alastor's, especially to a friend of mine!" Niffty grinned. 

Angel took Alastor upstairs with Anna following behind him leading her to the radio demon's room. The spider opened the door and Anna peeked inside. Her eyes widen in shock to see a swamp right in front of her and within the distance a wood cabin. Fireflies glowed in the dark as if lighting the way. The two stepped inside stepping into the muddy ground and Angel closed the door behind them and headed towards the cabin. Anna eyed the murky water carefully seeing seeing several alligators swimming in it. They were watching the two with a hungry look in their eyes as they advanced towards Alastor's cabin.

"How can we be outside while we're inside the hotel?" Anna questioned. Angel shrugged.

"Hell if I know? Smiles is the one who set it up like this. He probably did some voo doo or whatever you call it magic as a portal to his domain." The spider demon murmured. "Knowing him and his strange ways, that's probably what he did."

The two continued until they were arriving closer towards the cabin and reached the front door. Angel opened it and the two walked into the cabin. Anna looked around and saw some deer trophies mounted on the wall along with antlers. A small bed sat near a window next to a bookcase stacked with books on every shelf. A burnt out fireplace was sitting in the middle of the room. There were several photos sitting on the mantel.

Anna walked closer and she saw that there were of a man. Big almond brown doe eyes were staring back into hers, who wearing small round rimmed glasses. He had light brown skin and short brown hair but it looked as if it was difficult to manage. But, what really draw the human woman's attention was the man's unnatural smile, grinning back up at her.

Anna's eyes widen when she recognized who it was in the picture, Alastor.

He looked completely different than he was now, a human. Anna saw that there were some when he was younger and also some with him with a beautiful woman with him. She had light caramel skin and dark brown hair that was up in a bun with a few loose strands hanging on the sides of her face, wearing a bright red dress. His mom perhaps?

However, Anna noticed there was a frame face down. She picked it up and looked down at the picture. It was a family portrait of her and Alastor along with a tall white man who was standing behind them. His head was torn off from the picture. His father, maybe? Why was this picture face down and not standing with the others? Anna noticed that there was something wrong, Alastor and the woman weren't smiling. Anna slowly began to feel uneasy by the photo and she placed the frame back exactly where it was.

Angel walked over to the bed and laid Alastor down onto it as the woman looked silently at the picture. 

 "I'm going to start a fire to help warm up the place. I'll go look for some wood, watch over him will ya?" The spider called out.

"Sure." Anna replied, still looking at the picture. "I'll get him cleaned up."

She heard the door close behind her as Angel left, leaving her and Alastor alone in the cabin. Anna walked out of the living room and quickly into a small kitchen. She opened a cupboard and grabbed a bowl filling it with water and some towels. As she walked back into the living room, Anna saw Alastor stirring in the bed. 

She quickly rushed over him and placed the bowl on the floor. Anna reached out and placed her hand Alastor's forehead to feel it completely hot. He was burning with a fever. She dampened the towel into the water and started to clean the dried blood off from the demon.

As she finished, cleaning some of the blood off from his face, she looked down at the caked blood near his stomach. She needed to take his suit off to clean the wound. Anna felt her cheeks began to burn. Okay, she can do this! It's not like he was going to be naked, only half naked from the waist up. She felt her face lit completely up turning completely red. That did not make her feel any better...

"Just do it quick like a band-aid and it will be over with!" Anna murmured to herself as she reached out grabbing the lapels of Alastor's coat. She carefully pulled the collar down slightly until sliding his suit completely off. She folded it and placed the coat on the floor then turned her attention towards Alastor's shirt. She slowly began to unbutton each button one by one. Anna's eyes widen and her breath hitched as it got caught in her throat. She gasped in shock.

On Alastor's chest and body, up to his neck, was completely riddled in scars.

[chroniclesofthesevenflames]

Grogleth Thoughts Pt 2

Another headcanon dump incoming!

*****

Keyleth tries to teach Grog how to meditate and attune to nature. As time goes on and Grog becomes more and more interested in the Stormlord, he asks her to teach him how to listen to storms. They spend nights outside in Zephrah, watching the distant storms and listening to the wind. Grog never learns to listen, but he does learn how calming it can be to sit beside Keyleth.

Grog teaches Keyleth how to push her rage into her magic. He doesn’t do anything specific or awesome. He just pushes the druid to feel, to stop bottling up her sadness and anger. She howls into the sky, damning the world and everything else. She cries, she screams, she rages. She breaks the chains around her heart pushes back the fear inside her. Grog had never been more excited or proud to watch a hurricane.

She didn't see it coming. No one did. It was just so surprising to her. The realization marked the strangest day of her life and THAT was saying something. But it was there, sitting underneath her skin, a growing urge to hear booming laughter and the clatter of a flagon, the flutter in her stomach at simple, yet heartfelt declarations, the rush of excitement and something a little darker when she hears a howl of rage and pride. And when she saw the massive smile on his face, her chest filled with so much warmth and light she thought she would burst.

One night while Vox Machina stays in Whitestone, Keyleth asks to stay with Grog. He opens his door without question and offers her his bed. They end up sleeping in the same bed and waking in what can only be called a compromising position. A position that leads to a first kiss and soft confessions. The following night, Keyleth goes straight to Grog’s room and climbs into his bed. His arms are already open and he wraps her up, pulling her to his chest. She snuggles into him and puts her arms around him in kind. Neither one ever slept alone after that.

*****

If you have any headcanon for or questions about Grogleth, please send me an ask!

[kitsumaniac]

5 Years of Critical Role!

I’ve been following the goofy and wild antics of Vox Machina and Mighty Nien for 5 long years and I love it.

Being there for their days on Geek & Sundry was great! I’ve started watching them while they were on episode 11. Before then, I was never interested in Dungeons & Dragons. I guess at that time I’ve felt that more solitude of gaming on a TV/computer was more my style, by extension, playing with friends at my video game club at university and watching people play games on YouTube.

One day, when I used to watch PewDiePie (eehhhh, when he was good), and he was doing a special RP D&D session with CinnamonToastKen and DM’d by someone I was just introduced to, Matt Mercer. I put it on while I was playing Skyrim. I can honestly say at that time, I was howling in laughter trying to cheese leveling up my Stealth.

https://youtu.be/YdDmu7tP2go

At the end he plugged the first time I’ve heard the name “Critical Role” and said he was DMing with other voice actors on Geek and Sundry. And mentioned he VA’d Levi from Attack on Titan. I did my research, and I was interested.

Not even an hour later, I checked out Geek and Sundry and discovered Critical Role. I’ve never laughed harder in my life of how funny it was. I was enthralled with their adventures for the 11 episodes they had out. But I was in my senior year, and had many exams to study for. So I’ve held off to focus on my studies. Few months later and a move with family, I haven’t seen CritRole until it reoccurred to me. So I caught up as quickly as possible and while going to my first con up in Alaska. Also realizing too late, Mr. Liam O’brian visited to the con- AND IT FLIPPIN’ SLIPPED MY MIND THAT WAS HIM AS A VA GUEST. I’ve missed my chance to meet him. Any who.

After catching up. I remained vigilant in watching them live or at least catching up as soon as possible.

After watching for a while, I learned pretty quick of how to play the 5E game through just watching them. And years later I, unfortunately, found a free version online of the Player’s Handbook, DM’s Guide, Monster Manual, etc. BUT FEAR NOT. I’ve bought the D&D Beyond and have my own collection of physical D&D books, which are slowly building. Because of jobs.

And now, 5 years later, I am forever in love with the series. Even watching other shows like Team Four Star’s Natural One-ders and The Unexpectables, played by Takahata101, Gaijin Goombah, Chris Zito, Distortion Devil, and their DM MontyGlu. I’ve even gotten into playing at a local comic store with AL and even played my first Homebrew game, which the AL DM was busy and another player taken up up the mantle for a bit. I’ve got to play as a Hexblade Baphomet (Race created by Chris Zito, support his work, it’s good stuff) and had fun with a story/RP driven game rather than a combat heavy dungeon crawler.

I have a lot to thank Critical Role for introducing D&D to me in a fun and easily approachable way, for which made it staggeringly fun and interesting. I couldn’t have found a more impressive group of individuals and an— interesting community to be a part of.

To another 5 years! And beyond!

The Unexpectables, Wednesday nights at 7 PM (California time, idk your time zones, please do the math) on Takahata101’s stream-

https://www.twitch.tv/takahata101/videos

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[vexing-imogen]

bones, hearts, and other broken things

The Lady of Whitestone’s scream echoes through the foyer as Sylas sinks his fangs into her neck. Her blood warms his throat as he feeds, temporarily sating his ever present thirst. She cries out in pain as she struggles against him ineffectually, her shoulder wrenching out of socket, the bones of her wrist snapping in his iron grasp.

Good he thinks, snarling with satisfaction. Let her suffer. Let her suffer as Delilah was made to suffer.

“Please,” she whimpers, voice already weak. It’s pathetic. She’s pathetic. Weak. It is the greatest injustice that Whitestone is being ruled by this mewling kitten instead of his strong, proud Delilah. His Delilah, who never once lowered herself to beg for anything, not even her life.

He removes his mouth from her to growl in her ear. “Please what?” he snaps. “Are you asking me for mercy?” He tightens his grip on her and she shrieks. “I will grant you the same measure of mercy that you granted my wife when you murdered her.”

He sinks his teeth back into her flesh, drinking more slowly this time. “If you’re going to kill me, fucking do it already,” she says, struggling to break his grip.

Sylas laughs at that. “I don’t think so,” he says, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. I think I’ll wait for your darling husband to arrive home, so he can watch me tear your throat out. That way he’ll know how it feels to watch the love of his life be slaughtered in front of him and be powerless to stop it.” He laughs again, softer this time, as he kisses her neck, fangs scraping her jugular. “I suppose I am granting you a small bit of mercy, killing you first. You’ll never know how it feels to live without him.”

She’s trembling against him, her heartbeat sounding quick and panicked in his ears. There’s something more there, too. Twin flutters. Soft and impossibly fast. His booming laugh echoes through the hall when the answer dawns on him. His free hand slips from her neck to rest on her abdomen. She stiffens against him, whispers a soft, “No.”

He strokes his hand over her stomach gently. “So, this is why they left you behind. Why they left you alone and unprotected. They thought you’d be safer at home.” He laughs. “They were wrong.”

He pauses to drink from her again. “Perhaps this changes things,” he muses. “Maybe I won’t wait to kill you after all. Maybe he’ll come home to find you in your bed. Pale. Lifeless. Belly torn open and your innards strewn across the sheets.” He hums thoughtfully. “Or perhaps he’ll find you laid out on the altar of your brother’s temple.” He kisses her neck again. “Did you know you taste like him?” he whispers before sinking his fangs in and drinking deep.

The cry she lets out is feral, primal, anger replacing the fear and the pain. She whispers something, and he’s suddenly blinded, reeling back from her, his mouth burning as if he’d drunk acid.

When his eyes adjust, she’s standing before him, emitting brilliant, divine light. Her eyes burn white with the intensity of the sun. She smirks. “Champion of Pelor, bitch,” she says, lunging at him.

She manages to jump onto his back, wrapping arms and legs around his neck and torso. He howls in agony at her touch as he tries and fails to wrest her off of him.

“Sylas!”

A voice rings out across the foyer, and he turns to find Cassandra de Rolo, in her dressing gown, rapier in hand. She charges him, and he just barely manages to draw his own sword in time to parry her first strike.

Even with a radiant half-elf clinging to his back, Sylas is stronger than Cassandra, and he disarms the girl quickly. He strikes hard with his sword, cleaving open her chest, and Vex’ahlia’s grip on him slackens as she screams Cassandra’s name.

He gets a grip on her bad shoulder and tears her off of him, hurling her across the room. Her skull hits the wall with a sickening crack, and she falls limp, the glow dimming but not fully extinguished. He’s looming over Cassandra, raising his sword to strike her down, when an explosion sounds behind him and something impacts his hand, nearly causing him to drop his sword.

He spins around to see Percival standing in the open doorway, gun trained on him, black smoke rolling off of him in waves. He smirks, eyes burning with cold hatred as the rest of Vox Machina steps into view behind him. “Hello, Sylas.”

The pup foolishly puts his gun away and pulls out a sword, charging Sylas with a roar echoed by the goliath that bounds in after him. Sylas parries the goliath’s axe, and swings at Percival, almost catching him across the ribs. He roars in frustration and goes to strike again, but he’s caught off guard by a voice ringing out from behind him.

“Oi, your mama’s so ugly, even Vecna wouldn’t take her on a date!”

The goliath’s axe sinks into his shoulder, and then again into the left side of his chest. He manages to land two hits on Percival, slicing open his cheek and slashing across his thigh. Thunder booms above him, producing a bolt of lightning that nearly forces him to his knees.

A radiant blast hits him square in the chest, and he should run, but Percival is right in front of him, bleeding. He lunges for the pup, intending to rip out his throat, but something strikes him in the back. An arrow, he realizes as thorny brambles erupt around him, and he falls to the floor prone.

He catches a glimpse of Vex’ahlia, propped against her bear, a bow clattering to the ground beside her. A shadow falls over him, and he looks up to meet Percival’s eyes.

The pup has his gun out again, and he’s contemplating Sylas. “Would you like to do the honors, Cass?” he asks as his sister steps into view, her rapier in hand.

She ponders for a moment. “Together, I think, brother.”

Percival nods, cocking his gun as Cassandra rests her rapier at his neck. “Give our best to Delilah,” he says, and pulls the trigger.

Percy doesn’t even bother to watch Keyleth and Pike unleash their Holy Bag of Dicks on the dust that was Sylas Briarwood. He’s dropping his gun and racing to Vex’s side as soon as the trigger’s pulled. She’s conscious, but just barely, the radiant glow emanating from her flickering like a dying candle.

He pulls her into his lap, apologizing profusely when she cries out in pain. “I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He peppers her face with gentle kisses, and he can see the deep brown of her eyes through the blinding white that overtakes them when she invokes Pelor’s blessing. She’s deathly pale, her breath shallow, throat torn open with multiple bite wounds. “Pike!”

He hears the clank of armor as the gnome rushes to them. “Okay, okay,” she says, laying her hands on Vex. “It’s gonna be okay, Percy. She’ll be okay.” Golden white light bursts from her hands, washing over Vex and Percy. He feels his own wounds seal up as he watches the healing magic work over his wife. Her breath evens out, color returning to her cheeks, the marks on her neck now barely visible scars.

She stares up at him, gives him a weak smile. “Hi.”

Percy stares at her for a moment before he crushes her to his chest, sobs overtaking him. “I’m sorry.” He repeats it like a mantra. “I’m so sorry, darling. I’m sorry I left. I should have been here to protect you.”

She clutches him just as tight, hushing him gently. “How could you have known?” she murmurs. “None of us had any idea he was watching us. We all thought I’d be safest here.” She takes his face in her hands, forces him to look at her. “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Say it enough, and I might actually start to believe you,” he mutters, pressing his forehead against hers.

She sighs, and he closes his eyes against her scowl. “That’s the best I’m getting for a while, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” he says, starts combing his fingers through her hair. “How are you feeling?” he asks, catching her wince when she shrugs. He only has to glance at Pike and she’s quietly pouring more healing into Vex. He swallows hard, preparing for the question he doesn’t want to ask. “Is the...is the baby...”

He sees tears start to well up in her eyes. “I don’t know,” she says, her voice catching. “Percy, I don’t...”

He hugs her close again. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’ll be alright.”

Pike clears her throat softly. “I think I can help,” she offers.

Vex turns to her hopefully. “You can?”

“I know a spell,” she says, shuffling closer. “It should only take a couple of minutes.”

They wait as patiently as they can as Pike casts the spell, but they’re both fidgeting by the time the two minute, and then the five minute mark passes. After ten minutes have gone by, Pike beams up at them. “Well, do you guys want the good news first, or the better news?”

Vex sags against Percy, and he can feel tears starting to soak his shirt. Percy lets out the breath he’s been holding. “The baby’s fine then?” he confirms.

Pike grins. “Yeah. They’re both a-okay.”

Percy’s heart skips a beat, and Vex’s grip tightens on his arm. “Both?” they ask in unison.

“Yeah,” Pike nods. “Congratulations, it’s twins.”

Vex’s hands go to her belly, and she’s smiling through tears when she finally looks at Percy. “We’re having twins,” she says, disbelieving.

“Apparently so,” he says with a laugh that’s only slightly maniacal.

Their delighted laughter echoes through Whitestone Castle as the first rays of sunlight peek over the mountains.

[crimsondustofficial]

Clock's Ticking

"You see them yet, Husk?"

The static from the walkie talkie in his hand buzzed as the air around his wings gave him flight while orange irises scanned all of the passing buildings and city streets, So far, still nothing. And the absolute guilt of not going out there with them. . .Not being able to go back in time and stop the kidnapping from ever happening. The concern dripped from Vaggie's voice on the other side of the walkie talkie before the Cat Demon pushed the button on the walkie talkie.

"No. I'll keep looking though."

Silence fell over Husk as he gripped the device in his hand and a fire of determination burned brightly in his eyes. No matter what happened, he was gonna get them both back. Even if it killed him.

"Hang on, you two. I'm comin'." The throbbing pain from the wound on his head made Anex feel very fuzzy and the slight blurriness didn't really help. But opening his eye and blinking a few times, his vision restored only to see that was perched up on a very high building. His eye shot wide open, seeing that if he made one wrong move, the concrete sidewalk below was there to greet him with open arms. But thankfully, he wasn't gonna get very far since there was a rope binding his wrists to the pole.

The wind blew his tufts of hair with it as his iris desperately looked around, looking for something, anything really, to call out to for help. But he saw nothing but rooftops, just miles and miles of buildings. However, if he could remember clearly, there were memories of him being in and out of consciousness. The muffled sound of Ruby struggling against something, then an angry voice of a man shouting at two Demons. But with this blow to the head, it was hard to really remember.

Chewing on his lower lip, Anex had a dark feeling that Ruby was in grave danger. From what started coming back into him mind, the voice she heard was. . . Vox's. That alone made his blood chill, knowing that that devil of an abuser had found him yet again. But, never mind that. Back to Ruby. Anex could remember some Demons talking about Valentino and how he was pissed off that one of his dancers had a strong bond with a kid.

Of course, it made sense that the child was Ruby. Yet, Anex had no idea that Angel was the dancer that Valentino was pissed off about. If his arms were free, he could pinch the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance.

"Knowing Vox, of course he'd pull something like this. Damien's obviously worried about me. . . I just really hope that Ruby's okay." Trying to move around a bit, Anex found it impossible. It was like the rope was cutting into his wrists from how tight the ropes were tied, almost creating a new pair of wounds. Crap, it looks like they took Algiz! The gentle wind made his soft tufts barely soar into the air as a solemn expression was engraved on his face. "HAHAHA! Vox, look at the expression on her face! It's too funny!"

Velvet was kicking her legs while holding her stomach as she howled with laughter. The TV Demon's light blue irises glanced over at Ruby, who was currently hanging precariously from a rope that was bound around her waist, her arms trapped inside. At the moment, the expression on her face screamed fear. It made a snicker escape the TV Demon at her pitiful expression.

Ruby tried to break free from her bindings but it was to no avail unfortunately. These ropes were too tight and it was kinda digging into her wrists a small bit. She needed to get out of here and hurry back to the hotel.

"Try all you want, kid. You're not getting out of those anytime soon." Ruby glared at Vox through her hair, her eyes burning red with anger and the expression of fear melted off of her face, rage replacing it. However, when those two laughing hyenas were currently lost in their humor, the silent sound of the rope starting to break caught Ruby's attention. As soon as she's on the floor, she's booking it out of there!

Then, the satisfying SNAP! of the rope caused both Vox and Velvet to stop laughing as they noticed that Ruby was now on the ground and booking it out the door.

"Shit!"

Ruby ran as fast as she could down the hallway. But she didn't know which way to go. Quickly thinking, Ruby took off in a mad dash down another hallway, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Racing by, Ruby looked over her shoulder but saw no sign of Vox or Velvet anywhere. Looking back, Ruby beamed.

The door to the outside was almost within arm's reach. She was home free! Or so she thought. Before her fingertips could even touch the doorknob, the painful bolt of electricity attacked Ruby as she screamed in pain and then fell over, nothing but agony racing through her.

Blinking in and out of consciousness, Ruby could see two pairs of legs. Then, the ground was no longer touching her small body as an inky black gloved hand grabbed her ankle and held her up.

"You're surely a feisty little one aren't you? Vox, get the car ready. I think it's about time to get our little guest moved to the club."

Ruby then felt the darkness start to seep in before she blacked out completely, dangling like a rag doll in Valentino's hand. The sound of static filled the room in the hotel. Red irises burned a hole into the carpet that blanketed the floor. A quiet sigh flew out of the Radio Demon's mouth. The only question running through his mind at the moment was. . .What would an Overlord want with a child like Ruby? Or Anex?

Ruby hasn't been in Hell for very long and already, she's enemy number one on Valentino's list. It sickened Alastor to the bitter end. But those deadly thoughts subsided into a warm, peaceful memory.

'Ruby, Darling? Might I ask why you're up so late?'

The first week that she had been here, Ruby was found in the same room that Alastor stands in now. The Radio Demon was about to take a nice evening walk when he saw a glow of light underneath the door and decided to investigate. The warm glow of the fire burning fiercely illuminated Ruby's front as she faced it before she turned to look at the Radio Demon.

Her clean, baby blue nightgown hugged her small, frail body perfectly while her soft, plush brown teddy bear rested in her arms for comfort. But then, her sky, baby blue eyes were downtrodden as she looked to a certain spot in the room.

"I couldn't sleep. I. . . had a nightmare."

Those last four words melted the Overlord's heart. So that was it. Ruby had been plagued by horrible images conjured up by her brain that made them seem so real. Quietly strolling over to her, Alastor bent down and scooped the child into his arms. Finding a nearby couch, the Radio Demon fell into the couch's embrace while holding onto Ruby. Gently using his nails without hurting her, Alastor began rubbing soft circles along the small of her back while stroking her honey, blonde locks of hair. A quiet little tune was being hummed underneath Alastor's breath. From her face buried in his coat, Ruby looked up at him secretly before hearing the lullaby being hummed to her. It kind of reminded her of her mother's lullaby.

Black pupils glanced down to see that Ruby had slowly fallen asleep in his arms. Normally, Angel would be the one who was around Ruby a majority of the time. Those two were stuck together like Velcro. But this was a time when Angel was staying over at his job, working. "Back off to bed for you, young lady."

Getting up as slowly as he could without waking her, the door opened on its own, courtesy of the magic from the Radio Demon's snapped fingers. The fire had been blown out as well, the coals taking the time to cool down from the blazing flames that scorched them just minutes prior.

Walking out of that room, Alastor noticed something laying by the front door to the hotel. Stopping just before the door, his brow quirked upwards in slight confusion. Picking it up, what he saw made his pupils shrink.

In his hands was a picture of what appeared to be the inside of a limo, the glasses for champagne making a tiny appearance. But what stood out the most to him, was Ruby. Unconscious and curled up in a fetal position. Flipping it over to the backside, the blood in his body began to boil as a scowl stretched onto his face at the mocking words on the back.

"Clock's ticking."