#* verse: double trouble.

[spidersins]

@hazbinned plotted starter for vox

star sat silently on the plush crimson sofa of the nightclub, puffing on a cigarette as his gaze remained fixed on the scene in front of him, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at valentino's obvious flirtation. the overlord was out scouting for new talent once more, something he'd been doing increasingly since loosing out on his brothers contract. he understood why the moth demon was focused on recruiting more.

what he didn't understand was why he and vox had been dragged along.

well, he did. after all, what better way to show how much of a star a nobody could be by bringing the star dust and the tv overlord as prime examples of how they could be living.

what a fucking joke.

the thing he really didn't understand was why vox was going along with it. the overlord had gained his respect in a sense, his calculating nature and strategy skills something the pornstar could appreciate. why he was nursing a drink whilst scrolling through his phone when he could be busy doing something more important was beyond him.

[shortdalee]

Not the wip I was supposed to be working on but then, I’m the distractible type. The magpie of writers, if you will.

So behold my SPY x FAMILY crossover in which Anya didn’t escape the lab on her own and Twilight ends up a father of two. Excerpt under the cut.

“She’s our smartest,” the man said with a look that clearly said otherwise, but without intel of his own on the children here, there was little Twilight could do but let this scenario play out. In any case, it didn’t matter if the girl wasn’t truly the smartest child here. She was, what, four? Five years old? Eden Academy’s age of admission was six. He wouldn’t be able to use her for Operation Strix. “Anya is six years old!” the girl piped in. “Six?” he asked the man to confirm, but the man seemed just as surprised as he was, which tracked with the neglect that WISE had noted in this orphanage. “En!” the girl—Anya—confirmed. “Six!” She was the right age, but was she smart? He needed a child smart enough to at least have the potential to not only pass Eden Academy’s admissions exam, but become an Imperial Scholar if he wanted to find a way to establish contact with Desmond to ensure the continued peace between Westalis and Ostania. The girl’s eyes sparkled. “Broder!” the pink-haired child screamed, running off. “A brother?” he asked the man. He had little desire to deal with a child mourning being separated from her brother, and he had no need for two children. “They’re not really siblings,” the man stammered, “they just say they are.”

[ask-the-sexyman-squad]

DT!

My friend!

It sounds like you might use a nanny

“I mean…it would be helpful. But I think we have enough help from the others…what’s with the sudden—"

“DAD!!!!!”

“—offer. Well, I might need to have someone watch the twins, considering Samantha’s reaction…I’ll be back.”

[theamazingloki]

@ofasgardianvariants

"Sylvie, I must speak with you..." Since they had returned to the palace, their mother calming father and their friends off ensuring Fandral reached the healers, it was Loki's first opportunity to pull his sister aside. His voice was even, his expression calm, while there were servants to hear him and watch, but so soon as they were behind a close door the pretense, the mask, he'd sought so hard to maintain crumbled. His hand had been on her arm to guide her aside, but now his fingers dug into it as all that was keeping him from collapsing.

It was a small room, one the servants used for storage of... something. Buckets lined the walls, crates, brooms... He really didn't care. He barely saw it.

"Something happened back on Jotunheim," he said, the words coming out in a panicked jumble, "This Frost Giant brute grabbed me and... did something to me. My arm, it - Sylvie, it changed. Somehow, it became like the creature's, but I wasn't trying to imitate his form - Gods above, why would I? - and yet..." he was shaking, gripping tight to her but still feeling like he was falling. "It was my arm, but it wasn't my skin. It changed on its own, blue as the ice of that wretched world."

[little-elena]

@hunter-royalty @apex-royalty

"Can you not? For like.... five seconds?"

[milehighmechanic]

@glacierfront

tony is.... not his normal self. which, well, he'd challenge anyone to spend three months in a cave and come back normal. and that's fine, because everyone seems to expect him to be different, just not in the ways he actually is different. fortunately there's only about three people whose opinion he cares about.

and he flew. he was airborne for less than a minute, probably, but he flew. now, with what feels like the world closing in around him, he can't get that feeling out of his head.

"hey," he says to julie, when he surfaces from the workshop, because it doesn't even cross his mind not to share this with her. "hey, you want to see something cool?"

[wandercr]

@aeonsolitude said: "do you remember how it used to be?" - charlie (perhaps for a sibling wanderer interaction?)

❝ how bad do you think my memory is? ❞ she teases, rolling over on her sleeping mat to peer at charlie in the faint light of their pip-boy screens. the wasteland is quiet tonight, almost disturbingly so. in the vault, something was always clanging around, or the constant whoosh of the air in the vents lulled them to sleep.

now, silence haunts them, only second to the sound of heavy footsteps or the drunken taunts of raiders.

❝ once we find dad, things will be like that again. sort of. we'll find a new home, and it'll be better than the vault. ❞ she reaches over, giving her sister's forearm a gentle squeeze. ❝ and we'll always have each other. that won't ever change. ❞

[hunter-royalty]

@apex-royalty : Jackson

"Did you know that you can just sell your body for cash? And it's super easy?"

[distopea]

@investigaticns / starter for Konrad 🖤

The rumble of his engine stopped the minute he parked next to several other bikes in front of the Amazon Club. A quick glance at the various models, and Kaizen already knew there was someone he had noticed for a few months, probably queuing inside. Tonight, the club was hosting a very special ceremony, hidden from the dancing and partying crowd downstairs, and far from curious eyes. In an office upstairs, a few unlucky people were paying their weekly or monthly debt to the Cleaners, and Gambit was there to count every penny. 

It was nothing too important for the Cleaners, almost a random supervision they had to come up with, more for the façade than anything else. Having people in debt was a rather normal and expected thing for the mafia, and the Amazon Club needed its cover to hide the main part of the business and the Nebula. Plus, the money was directly injected into the functioning of the Amazon. For that, shady men, lost dudes and other little yobbos would be there to give a few hundred bucks, barely nothing, but still enough to maintain appearances and keep a solid grip on their most chaotic territory. The Red District was, after all, a place with violence and barely no rights. 

“Beer.” Kaizen announced while he made his way up to the bar. The bartender quickly uncapped a bottle of fresh blond beer that he slid onto the counter for the commander, before he attended to the excited clients of the night. Kaizen wasn’t on duty, but he liked to hang around the club whenever he could, feeling at home in this buzzing living environment. Plus, he had remembered that tonight was a collect party, and he had expected to see a certain face among the regular payers of the organization. After he made sure that the club was running normally, at least in the dancing zone, he headed outside and decided to have a cigarette there. 

After a few minutes, he heard the familiar clap of the metallic backdoor leading to the parking lot, a few heads, less joyful than the rest of the crowd, heading their way out of the club. Kaizen smirked, chestnut irises falling right onto the most imposing of those men. A certain blond head with a good display of muscles and tattoos. He leaned against the barrier, a gray cloud of smoke invading the atmosphere.

Tonight, he had decided that he wanted to make a move on that man. 

[involuntaryspya]

@purplearchcr liked

"Please tell me you know that you need more than sunglasses and a hat to make an actual disguise."

[spidersins]

NEW VERSE╰ double the trouble & twice the spice.

not quite new as i've been writing in it however!! verse had been officially added to my carrd and i'm now open to writing with others in it! please note the angel dust referred backstory wise is the wonderful @poisonedxbeauty

so here he is, the fabulous star dust!

note about his appearance: to create a more contrasting appearance from angel i have lent into the fandom theory that sinners eyes change when their souls are owned, making stars eyes different to angels. due to being fully contracted to valentino he also wears vals colour palette.

suicide tw, gun cw

within this universe, instead of twins molly and anthony being born it's in fact triplets; molly, anthony and lorenzo (enzo). the three were inseparable, and by the time they were teenagers they all were aware of anthony and enzo's sexuality. but unlike anthony, enzo hid it well, never acting on his impulses and focusing on work instead of substances to deal with it. so when their father threw anthony out the other two triplets were devasted. by the time molly brought anthony home the third triplet was a prominent member of the mafia family, and their fathers right hand man. the second the gun went off and anthony fled, enzo turned a gun of their father, shooting him in the head before running to find molly and attempt to search for their brother. two years after finding their brothers body, enzo committed suicide, using the same gun he used on their father.

soon after arriving in hell enzo sought out anthony, now going by angel dust, and quickly learnt from his brother how hell could be enjoyed, exploring his sexuality and substances with curiosity. eventually the two are found by valentino, signing contracts with the overlord and becoming 'angel dust' and 'star dust'. despite their similar pasts, the twins have contrasting personalities and coping mechanisms. angel, a hedonistic and flamboyant sinner, tries to mask his trauma with substance abuse and reckless behaviour, while star dust is more reserved, calculated, and internalizes his suffering.

however, when asmodeus, takes an interest in angel after a performance he manages to negotiate angels contract from the overlord, leaving him with freedom to reside at the hazbin hotel. unbeknownst to angel, valentino had refused, insisting that two 'half contracts' meant he had only one sinner from the two sinners deal, and so star offered up his whole soul so long as valentino gave ozzie angels.

star dust is left behind, becoming the sole focus of valentino's sadistic attention. his possessiveness intensifies, and he tightens his grip on star, both physically and psychologically. despite his resentment to his brother, star still sneaks away to check on his brother at the hotel when he can.

[judelijah]

Marvel Month 2023

Day 10 : SPIDER-MAN

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Or should I say, SPIDER-MEN...

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

[ashrifts]

her hands stained porcelain, fingers pink not with the flush of life, but brushed one too many times with materials that see better handling with inconspicuous gloves rather than soft, bare skin. ran supposes it's just another way they've chosen to humiliate her, as if plucking her like a star out of the sky to drop her on the dusty ground of their territory as their new smuggler was not enough to show her that her life did not belong to her anymore. the little cuts and bruises on her small hands were less injuries and more shackles. no amount of makeup would conceal them, and no ointment would loosen themㅤ—ㅤbut these are the roles they must endure. 

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤ—ㅤyou doin' okay, little star?ㅤ’ㅤㅤㅤkindness and weakness are one and the same, here where the law chases and chases but does not reach, where the only light that shines is that of the cigarrette butts bathing the place in ashes. ran's hands are hardly better than ahri's as he takes hers in his, his touch the only gentleness they've known since they began to work for "the community", one willing, the other not. he smiles, anyway, head tilting as he rubs the grime clean from her palm with the sleeve of his hoodie. ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤthey're such brutes, aren't they? letting such a pretty girl get her hands dirty like this... should i steal some gloves for you?ㅤ’

ㅤㅤㅤ›› ㅤ@vulpesseㅤ💕

[ofasgardianvariants]

@luposcainus​ liked for a starter with teenage sylvie <3 

“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t my fault?” 

[countlessrealities]

@thcpresidcnt sent: 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 + my E-Morty { For your E-Morty } Smash/Kiss or Pass

Morty's expression becomes even more unreadable as he carefully ponders his answers. Under other circumstances, the question would have annoyed him, especially since it demanded an honest answer, but in this case, since it concerned his counterpart, it was an opportunity.

After all, their little game of metaphorical chess was still ongoing. Oh, it's in full swing, so every move counts.

His mind whirls, as he carefully examines the two possible scenarios. Then, he thinks back the most recent interactions he has had with his other self. The subtle innuendos that his counterpart never fails to drop, the late night texts, the gifts.

It's about time that he gives the other a taste of his medicine.

"For other me? 'Kiss'. I supposed I owe him that."

His tone is collected but casual, the shadow of a smirk curling his lips just slightly. It makes him sound nonchalant, perhaps a little amused. The look in his amber eyes, however, tells a much colder, more dangerous story.

[glitteringxchaos]

“Kick?! Heyyyy that’s so uncool man! Why would you kick me?! Especially when I come bearing gifts in the form of information on the Commission!!!!”

@godofvillains​