#at least the ones that val like....interacted with often

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

I was bored at work today and decided to make my d&d character Val and her family in this lovely picrew! I've always had an idea of what they all look like, but I thought it was high time I put it down somewhere solidly.

In order, top to bottom and left to right, we have:

Valtish Ankara-Hillcrest (my first and best girl, reluctant paladin of Fharlanghn, former sailor of the Tempest and professional shield of Fortune's Favor)

Mareen Ankara (Val's beloved mother, credited with almost all of her good looks, wandering do-gooder before Val ever picked up a sword)

Cairon Ankara-Hillcrest (Val's dad, family golden child gone family disappointment, graduate of Sendra's bard colleges, where Val got her chronic romantic streak)

Imren Hillcrest (local Cool Uncle, definitely not a member of a thieves guild, consistent family disappointment according to his dad and the one who gave Val her first knife)

[ladykailitha]

Fucking hell, Tumblr!

Seriously this is such a fucking problem and every time I think I have the tagging sorted so people see my works, Tumblr comes along and fucks with something so that people don't see them.

Yesterday's chapter of Not All That Glitters is Gold isn't even showing up in my #ladykailitha writes tag at all. Actually none of the story is. And I'm betting I know the why on that one. The whole sex worker aspect of it all. (God, I hate purity culture so fucking bad.)

But a lot of my most recent posts for longer stories is barely hitting 80 notes when previous chapters did at least 140+.

Well Met By Moonlight and Never Hold Back Your Step (Werewolf Steve and Boy w/a Bat respectively) in particular are hardest hit. The majority of the people liking and reblogging aren't those being tagged, they're people who have seen it on their dash or even the steddie tag and liked.

So I guess this is my check in with you all:

Are you seeing my stories when I tag you? When I tag #ladykailtiha writes?

Is it when I post that makes it so hard to interact with? I post 10am EST if that's not a good time, let me know and I'll change it.

I thought it was because I was posting so often but my last two standalone stories both hit over 400 notes. Both The Rockstar and the Teacher and Musical Genius Steve did high numbers fast.

So is it posting fatigue? Am I posting too much, too fast? Are you just tired of the stories I'm writing?

This isn't a "YOU HAVE TO INTERACT WITH MY STORIES BY REBLOGGING AND COMMENTING ROARRRR!!!" post. I'm just seeing a huge drop in numbers for a lot of people honestly. Even the insanely popular steddie writers aren't getting the numbers they used to get (I stalk the steddie tag, so sue me).

So what's scaring people off? It is just a busy time for people? Help an anxious writer out here.

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

@spectrum-spectre @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @gregre369 ​@a-little-unsteddie

@chaosgremlinmunson @messrs-weasley @chaoticlovingdreamer @maya-custodios-dionach @danili666

@goodolefashionedloverboi @val-from-lawrence @i-must-potato @carlyv @wonderland-girl143-blog

@justforthedead89 @vecnuthy @irregular-child @bookbinderbitch @bookworm0690

@anne-bennett-cosplayer @yikes-a-bee @awkwardgravity1 @littlewildflowerkitten @genderless-spoon

@cinnamon-mushroomabomination @dragonmama76 @scheodingers-muppet @ellietheasexylibrarian @thedragonsaunt

@useless-nb-bisexual @disrespectedgoatman @counting-dollars-counting-stars @tinyplanet95

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[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Something I don't like about a lot of Vox takes I see is that they tend to portray Vox as someone who's unpleasant to work with and has weird ideas about what partnership means when really... he's not? He's not and he doesn't. It's just that two of the most prominent interactions we've seen him have are with Valentino(who is a fucking NIGHTMARE to work with) and Alastor(a man he has undisclosed, deeply emotional history with). But everyone seems to discount his OTHER important relationship: Velvette. Which by all accounts, is INCREDIBLY normal.

Like, yeah, their first interaction opens with her yelling at him, but that's less about Vox himself and more about Valentino. As they keep talking throughout the first bit of the episode, she starts calming down, and they just seem to genuinely get along? She has every right to look upset during Stayed Gone because Vox is being really weird and she's nOT THE ONE WHO ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED HIM TO DO THIS SHIT(staring directly at Val rn), but even then during the meeting after Stayed Gone she does actually. Participate. Unlike s o m e people. Despite being on her phone the whole time(which is literally her job-), she actually pays attention and contributes real ideas! Which tbh she didn't have to do at ALL like she did not have to put up w/ Vox's bs in RKtVS the way she did. There's also their phone call during the overlord meeting which, while I definitely think Vel was playing it up to annoy Carmilla, still sounded like a conversation between two ppl who genuinely like and respect eachother!

No matter what you think their relationship is(romantic, platonic, etc...), Vox and Velvette seem to get along REALLY well(outside of Alastor-related incidents). Like, better than either of them do with literally anybody else in the show. Vox & Val do LIKE eachother, but I find whatever the fuck is going on beneath the after the battles & masterless cattles to be DEEPLY upsetting to think about for too long(ex; any of my other posts abt their relationship), and the only other interactions we've seen either Vox or Vel have are Stayed Gone & Respectless, which are literally just song battles. Both of their only interactions outside of the Vees have been song battles. Aw fuck I'm getting off topic... BACK TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS COLLEAGUES- okay uh basically, I don't think they would get along this well if Vox was a terrible person to work with(note I said WORK WITH. Hate that I need to specify this but I don't think Vox is a good person overall, just a good business partner). I think Velvette is generally a good bench mark for both Vox & Valentino's relationships with other characters because she's their equal, their friend, and isn't in a weird toxic relationship with either of them. Their interactions with her provide a window into how they just generally interact with people. And based off of their interactions, Vox seems to be actually pretty decent to work with when he isn't being Actively Provoked for shits and giggles or trying to sooth the tantrum of a man child. Also when he views you as an equal and doesn't own your soul that helps too.

Edit: Hiiiiiiii just here to say that now, in the light of day, I don't really agree with everything I've said in this post? I wrote it at midnight while like half asleep so my ability to consider the fact that. We barely know anything about either Vox or Velvette at this point in time. Was kind of impaired I think. Cuz we really don't. I do stand by everything I said about their relationship to EACHOTHER, and I stand by the idea that we should take that dynamic into consideration for character analysis more often, but everything else I'm a little iffy on and I just woke up like an hour ago so my brains still a little fuzzy & I can't explain exactly WHY I'm iffy on it, but just know that I think the conclusion I drew is a bit of a leap in logic at the very least and I recognize that now lol

[prince-liest]

Been thinking about Vox (as one often does) and his very obvious type, especially in 666 and now the new fic. At some point you have to assume that Vox ENJOYS having to talk down psychopathic egomaniacs. I think part of that is that he must be good at it, either through practice or a natural talent or else he wouldn't like SURVIVE these relationships.

But I also think a large part of it is that he gets to pretend he's the only sane person in the room for a bit, and there's a bonus of the really fun kick that The Overlord Vox can get these fucking weirdos to do what he says, WITHOUT hypnotism, thank you very much. I dunno something like a fun mix of his control freak nature and what I'm sure is a fuckton of pride that only HE can get these fantastic lays to keep coming back to HIM (nevermind that no one else in their right mind would be putting this much effort into a relationship with Val or Alastor).

Anyway, you have me thinking about Vox all the fucking time now. I blame you for making him one of my favorite characters when at first I didn't think much of him. The charismatic loser that he is

I majorly agree with you, hahaha. I think Vox is an egomaniac with control issues who's on a massive power trip whenever he exercises his manipulation muscles on Valentino (and Alastor, in my fics). He gets away with seeming fairly pathetic at times when I write him, because I enjoy writing radiostatic and, to quote a comment, Vox's common sense flees any room Alastor enters...but that doesn't mean that he's not still a manipulative, paternalistic asshole as well as an overlord and the CEO of VoxTek. Even when he's down bad, he still thinks he's smarter, more clever, and more capable than anyone that he interacts with, in one way or another. Liking a person doesn't mean that he respects them - at least not always, or not in all capacities.

I actually think that every single member of the Vees spends a significant portion of their time thinking they're the only sane person in the room, hahaha. But Vox is particularly bad about it because he's put himself into a leadership position even among the trio, and a lot of his modus operandi is exercising control over every single person underneath him, including his friends.

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Vox was not doing well before the hotel. Val and Vel had no choice but to keep him in isolation; if outsiders found out he was still alive and being cared for by the two of them, it'd be like putting a massive target on all of their backs. For seven years he spent every day locked in the same suite of rooms, except for the times when he managed to slip out and wreak absolute havoc on the lower floors.

Val and Velvette tried to visit as long and as often as they could, but they were so busy trying to manage all their new responsibilities, and interacting with Vox was always so emotionally draining. They'd sometimes send employees up to try to keep him company, but more often than not he'd end up lashing out at them. Val and Vel are very powerful demons, so they can handle Vox's electricity fairly well, but the people working under them? Not a chance.

Vox spent most of his days completely alone with only Vark and his own delusions for company. For the first several years, he barely even had anything to do: he wasn't allowed access to electronics and didn't have the attention span to read books, so all he really could do was play with Vark and fiddle with the little pieces of technology that were safe for him to handle. Eventually, once the Vees figured out how to insulate his floor in such a way where he couldn't escape through the current, they gave him a TV. That was nice. It was some kind of stimulation at least, even if he was still alone.

Vox wasn't sure how long he'd been locked up in Vee Tower, but when he woke up one night and saw Alastor standing at the foot of his bed, asking if he'd like to accompany him on a little outing, it was like seeing an angel descending from the heavens. Alastor had promised he'd come back to get him the last time they met, when he [ACCESS DENIED] and there he finally was, after all this time (how much time? Vox wasn't sure). So of course Vox went with him. And of course he let all the "memories" of where he'd been for the past seven years vanish from his mind instantly. There was nothing there worth remembering anyway.

[crazyunsexycool]

Val! I have a cute one for your prompt game.

From you Cute Interactions list

FaceTiming each other + blowing them a kiss.

PLOT TWIST— Steve is out and Honey and Honey Bee are calling him.

(Maybe we can even have a version with peanut and Sugar?”)🤭

I love this!

And I’ll do both of them!!

FaceTime

Steve’s mission had been extended and he hated it. He’d already been out for four days and now it seemed like he’d be out another five. The only thing Steve was grateful for was that this mission allowed communication with others back home. So he got to see his girls at least once a day.

Steve was back in his room for the night. He was freshly showered and changed, giddy as he sat down in bed and grabbed his phone. He’d never really been one for technology but now he was so grateful for the advances that now allowed him to FaceTime you. Your smiling face popped up. The two of you talked for a few minutes. Steve telling you how much he couldn’t wait to be home and you telling him how much you missed him.

“Look who I have here, eager to talk to her daddy.” You say as you turn to phone.

Next to you on the bed is honeybee kicking her feet and cooing. Her eyes widen when she sees her daddy on screen.

She coos and babbles for a few seconds.

“Is that right my honeybee? Are you keeping mama company?”

There’s some more babbling in response.”

“I love you bee.” Steve says before you turn the camera towards yourself. “I love you too honey.”

“We love you more. Come back safe ok?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll see you soon.” Steve says and hangs up. He sighs as he replays his little girl’s animated face over and over. He smiles because he can’t believe how lucky he is to have everything he ever wanted.

***********************

It was rare that you went out on missions anymore but someone how were in the same mission Steve was on. Now you were told that the mission had been extended. It was making you anxious because you’d never been away from the kids this amount of time in a while. Especially your little peanut. You’d never been away from them except for a few hours so you were struggling to adjust.

Fortunately you were able to call home which you did often. The call rang a few seconds before you saw Bucky’s face and then Henry and Lottie behind him. You gave him the knees about the extended mission and then turned your attention towards the kids.

“And here’s peanut.” Bucky holds up your youngest. Their face lights up the moment they see you.

“Hi my baby. Are you having fun with daddy?” You get babbling as a response.

You and Bucky talk for another few minutes before you’re saying your goodbyes.

“Blow mama a kiss, peanut.” Bucky says.

Mmmaw, you hear along with a small lip smack. Peanut seems very proud about pulling that off.

“Oh my baby you’re already blowing kisses. You’re growing up so fast.” You smile. “I love you.”

“Say love you mama.” Bucky says and your little peanut babbles. “That’s right we do love her so much and want her to come back safe.”

“I love you too baby.”

“Love you, Sugar. Come back in one piece.” You smile, blow him a kiss and hang up.

You couldn’t wait to get home.

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[musekicker]

Part one of a sort of gift fic inspired by @cranberry086 Valentino/Pentious fic. Which I highly suggest reading. (( It's called "Slithers and Smokes" ))

"Tell me more about your snake friend."

That was not what Angel expected to hear Valentino say to him. Maybe he was mishearing. It had been a long video shoot after all.

"What?" Angel asked.

"Oh you know. The one that was with you and the rest of your little friend group the other night before he came my way." Val said.

So Angel had heard correctly. Val was talking about Pentious.

This was one of the fears that Angel had had when Pentious had made the stupid ass move of hitting on Valentino. That the moth overlord would find something in Pentious that he would want. Now that fear was being realized.

"I mean I don't hang out with him that often." Angel said.

He was acting cool, unbothered. If he showed panic, it would only interest Val more.

Val leaned in. Angel wasn't sure if that was a move to seem more intimidating or was trying to get a better look at Angel's expression to judge the truth of Angel's statement.

"But you live with him?" Val questioned.

"Well, yeah. But doesn't mean that I interact with him that much." Angel lied.

Angel was thinking hard on what else he could say. Something to make Pentious more unappealing to Val. But Val didn't really give him the time. Val shrugged a bit, turning away a moment. When he turned back, it was with a businesses card in hand. Angel had seen the card enough to know that it was Val's card.

"Give him my card." Val said, pushing the card into Angel's hand. "And tell him to call me."

Naturally Angel threw the card away in the hotels trash the moment he got back. He would had thrown it away much eariler but there was the fear that Val would somehow know.

The card taken care of, Angel sought Pentious out. He found Pentious in the parlor.

"You had to go and fuck Val, didn't you?" Angel cried, pointing right at the snake.

Pentious was startled by the sudden yelling.

"What's wrong with you?" Pentious asked.

"What's wrong is that Val told me to tell you that he wanted you to contact him." Angel snapped.

Pentious was surprised by this knowledge.

"Why?" was his immediate answer. "I don't even remember much of the whole thing. With all the drinks I had-"

"Well, Val remembers it clearly and apparently he liked what you did." Angel said.

Pentious couldn't hide the slight signs of a smirk.

"I was that memorable?" Pentious asked.

"That's NOT good!" Angel cried.

Angel put a hand to his face, needing a moment before he could continue.

"Look, I obviously can't tell Val to stay away from you. But YOU need to stay the fuck away from Val, okay?" Angel said.

"I don't think our paths will cross again anytime soon." Pentious said.

Angel gripped Pentious's shoulders, startling the snake to the point his hood opened.

"I'm serious. You need to keep away from him. When he wants shit he's vicious." Angel said.

There was fear in Angel's tone. And that was what seemed to reach Pentious on how serious this situation was. Pentious nodded.

"Okay. I will do what I can to avoid him." Pentious said. "But what are you going to tell him when I don't respond to his request?"

Angel sighed deeply.

"You know.. you let me handle that. Just keep away from Val. That's all." Angel said.

And that was all there was for that conversation for awhile. Long enough that Pentious had mostly forgotten the conversation. After all, what were the chances that Pentious would run into Val again?

Pentious was out and about on his own. This was because of the simple fact that there was no longer any tea in the hotel. How anyone could ever not keep tea on hand was beyond Pentious. Either way, it had resulted in Pentious heading out to the store. The moment he had announced that he was heading out to do so, others in the hotel had bombarded him with requests for things that they wanted or needed.

At least Charlie had added a please with her last minute request.

So that was why Pentious found himself with two bags worth of groceries in arm. At least until the bottom broke on both paper bags at once. It was a almost impressive bit of coincidence though Pentious did not think so.

"Fuck!" Pentious shouted.

He bent over to try to gather all the items as best he could. Though he had no idea how he would hold them all. Then Pentious smelled the familiar smell of the smoke before he heard the voice that often came with the scent.

"Well, well. Look who it is. Having some problems baby?"

Pentious froze, dropping a can he had just picked up. He ignored the can and the other groceries to look up.

In the limo that Pentious had not heard drive up next to him because of his stress with his own situation, was Valentino. The window of the limo was already down, and Val's elbow was leaned on the window edge.

"Oh um, no! No I got this handled." Pentious said.

The bag of chips he had under one arm broke, chips now littering the sidewalk.

"Oh come on!" Pentious cried.

Val laughed. It would almost be musical sounding if Pentious did not have some awareness of what Val was like. The laugh really was disarming though as the next words from Val's mouth were said in such a chilling tone it felt like whiplash.

"Get in the car."

Pentious slither back away from the limo.

"Get in now. Or I will make sure Angel pays for it later on."

Some time ago Pentious would not had given any shits about this. But so much has changed. And Angel was a friend.

Pentious did not want to see his friend get hurt worse. So forgetting all about the groceries Pentious did the only thing he could do.

He got in the car.

[wastelandhell]

Thank you so much @bokatan and @h3raklion for the tag!

I can tell this is going to become a patented Furby wall of text™ so I'll just throw in a cut now. tl;dr: I love you all and i draw danse way too much

This has been an interesting year mostly in that its my first time posting personal art online in, what, 7 years? I stopped doing this kind of drawing shortly after high school. I picked up painting flash and have been focusing on my tattooing since then. In that time I never did any digital drawing or character drawing until 2 years ago this month, when I drew Val for the first time.

I was terrified to post anything anywhere, I think I posted one piece to reddit, but besides that I kept everything pretty private until April of 2022. I originally made this blog as a place to silently post my drawings and screenshots while providing a sort of devlog of my mods for my own records, and didn't think I would be noticed. I didn't realize people tracked the paladin danse tag, lol!

I'm really glad for all the people I've met through here, I never would have kept this blog up if it weren't for the wonderful messages from all of you guys. So much of my art, both in subject and execution has been influenced by the other users I've had the pleasure of interacting with and I hope to keep it up this year!

You all know I mostly just draw Val and Danse, and this is the palette I use for most things:

These are all pretty drab, I use different of blending layers and photoshop adjustments to get the colours how I want them at the end.

I usually try to use different brushes in each of my drawings, but these are the ones I come back to most often. The first one is a variant of one of these brushes, I modified it to change size based on direction and tilt. I used the brush almost exclusively until august and its still my favourite for quickly laying out forms and values. I use this one for freckles. The rest are some of my top picks from True Grit Texture Supply, mostly from Chromagraph and Monomania.

I'm glad I was able to really get into drawing this year, and going through my folder I'm pleased with how my anatomy and faces have improved. However I am disappointed in how much of it is just the same ginger fuck. I'm really stunting my growth by not varying my subjects, and now that I'm more comfortable with the tools I want to push myself to actually. uh. try. Put in the effort to make art that says something, tells a story. Less single characters floating in blank voids. More people interacting, scenes, environments. I also really want to get back into digital painting, I used to be really into digital painting and in theory know how to do it. I'm going to try and dig out that old knowledge lol.

Despite being bit bland, and having some glaring errors that still bug me, that Danse drawing is still one of my favourites. I think I spent at least 8 hours on it. I was dealing with some personal issues at the time and just really wanted to scratch that brain itch that the bos knight uniform gives me. It's stupid, I hate it, I can draw it nearly completely from memory by how often I'm looking at it.

The 'tried something new' panel is difficult because I feel like a lot of my recent work has been pretty stagnant. It's all done with the same technique, same palette, same boring cel shading, same layer order, boring. This is one of the few times I did any proper digital painting, and tried to adapt the looser style that I use when I'm drawing in analogue mediums to my digital work.

I just talked about art here and not mods because that would be a whole other wall of text. But it would boil down to: love to do it, no time, and expensive.

Also, if anybody is interested, I do my drawing in Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop on a Surface Laptop Studio.

[ancient-pokehistorian]

Rules

Hey guys, Wings (she/her or they/them) here!

The rules are basically going to be the same as my previous blogs, but if you’ve never met me here’s the rundown:

Important general rules:

I can be a very s l o w replier, and often have a tendency to drop threads. Because of some medical issues I get tired and worn-down easily. I also am a part-time student. First off, I’m very, very sorry. Please talk to me if I forget or drop something you really want to do.

Relating to the above, there are some nights where I only have the muse for certain threads, or even just memes or drabbles. Please respect that and don’t take offense that I’m not replying.

I’m painfully shy. While I refuse to use this as an excuse to avoid interacting with other people, just know that if I don’t talk to you or interact with you. This is something I'm working on improving on, but I'll admit it does help if I get hints of interest from you (even if it's just liking some of my other posts)

OOC will be tagged as ‘Out of History’’ 

IC =/= OOC; If one of my muses doesn’t like your muse please don’t assume that I don’t like you. Val can be a dick sometimes. Chances are I do, very much like you.

IMs/DMs can cause me a lot of anxiety. This doesn’t mean that you can’t send them, but please understand there are some days I just may not reply. It’s not anything you did, it just spares me some stress because otherwise I’ll hyperfocus on them and not get anything done, resulting in a sense of guilt. So please just respect that. Also please don’t IM me just because I’m online; chatting is one of the hardest things.

You may have noticed this is now a sideblog. I don't feel like I can handle blog-hopping right now, or know for certain if I'm going to be able to keep things up. If that dissuades you from interacting with me, that's perfectly understandable.

Interactions:

I do not follow back without at least a rules page, and preferably a rules and an about page. If you're new to rp and new help on where to start, I'd be happy to help.

I have the usual roleplay rules-no godmodding, ect. Usually I give a warning, but if I do please don’t take it lightly. If you aren’t sure, or you’re new to rp and keep seeing the word ‘godmod’ floating around without understanding, just come talk to me and we’ll figure things out.

I don’t have much experience with Pokémon Special, so this will primarily be a game-verse blog. That being said, I’m more than happy to do crossovers of any sort, including between fandoms. Just understand that I may not be well-versed in the world from which your character comes, so you may have to give me some details.

OCs, multi-muse blogs, gijinkas, and Pokémon are welcome. I’m not very picky about who I thread with, so long as you understand the italicized rule above.

I also rp with multiples of the same muse. I do not have a main verse.

Likewise, I will do one-liners, para, and multi-para threads, though I lean towards multi-para. Sometimes my replies will be short, so please forgive me. I’ll try to match your length. Don’t feel compelled to match mine if you can’t think of anything, but I’d appreciate a thoughtful reply that I can work with.

This is a multi-ship blog. Unless relationship conflict is discussed between all involved roleplayers and agreed upon, no muse is cheating on anyone. 

I am all for having pre-established relationships. Come talk to me if you want to do that. We can also retcon a relationship if we’ve already started something.

I do not do greeters.

Most of the time I wing interactions, but I’d be happy to plot as well. Just remember that sometimes I take awhile to reply to asks.

Open to M!As, but I maintain the right to refuse any M!A or change the duration (including ending it early if need be)

While I don’t consider myself super strict on reblog karma, if I only ever see you reblogging memes from my blogs and never sending things, I will be disheartened and less inclined to interact with you. I’m working on gently reaching out to people if I see them doing this, and the majority of the time I reblog memes from a meme source if you can’t think of anything to send me personally.

However, if I've only ever seen you reblog memes from me (usually over a decent period of time because I'm slow to notice stuff), without interacting with me. you will be soft blocked.

Content:

The mun does not claim ownership of any art unless it’s tagged ‘Wings arts’.

Mun is of age, as are most of the muses, but it’s worth double-checking. Sexy fun times may occur on 18+ muses but are unlikely, and will be put under a read more. Other NSFW topics, like gore, may appear as well.

Similarly, triggers will be tagged, including gore. I tag ending with TW (ex: violence tw). Because I’m human I occasionally miss things, so don’t be afraid to message me if I have to go back and tag things. Please tell me if there’s anything you need me to tag for you, and I’m more than happy to do so.

I’d love to rp some Pokémon battles. However, instead of just jumping into a battle, I’d rather we either discuss the battle and outcome beforehand, or use a RNG to decide what attacks hit and such (I have a system I’ve used in the past that worked wonderfully, and would be happy to share it). 

If at any point you want to ship, just let me know. I can’t promise that my muse will feel the same, but I’m willing to at least give it a try as long as there’s chemistry and you respect my other rules.

Please feel free to come talk to me OOC, even if we don’t thread. I’m a shy birdy, but I do enjoy meeting new people and making friends. Usually my ask box is the best way to reach me, but IMs/DMs are open, too.

[eye-of-enigmatic-thought]

[ID: Digital art reference of VAL. VAL is an AI that inhabits a ‘walker unit’, a grey android robot with a screen for a face that shows VAL’s expressions, which it represents with simple light green graphics. The ref says VAL goes by any pronouns, has a authoritarian, proud, caring, and pragmatic personality, and shows its colour scheme. Images after the first are close ups.

First close up shows the front and side fullbody views of the Walker Unit, which is in a state of disrepair with many tears and cracks, the crack on the screen is referenced and looks like a left leaning diagonal crack with two smaller diagonal cracks from its right side. Second close up shows VAL wearing clothes over the unit, it wears black trousers, dark green long boots, and a long dark green coat with light green highlights for its sleeves, belt, and zig-zag scale-like patterns across its front and back. Third close up shows VAL’s walker unit’s back and its tears, and the back of its coat showing the scale-like patterns.

Fourth close up shows its virtual avatar. It’s design is a more simplistic form, its expressions float above its body, the upperhalf of the body wears a dark green coat with a white diamoned center, the coat leads to two coat tails that have light green undersides, the bottom half of the body is white and is fused into a pointed pill-like shape.

Fifth close up shows six expressions of VAL, from left to right, there’s expressions of VAL looking to the side out of uninterested confusion, VAL boredly talking, VAL solemnly looking down, VAL smugly smiling down at the viewer, VAL looking annoyed at something, and finally VAL giving a sinister and more detailed smile. End ID.]

Another ref for a brand new character. This is VAL! An AI villain for a post-apo sci fi story/game idea where you are a injured survivor that is brought into VAL’s facilities to be cared for among other human survivors that reside in the facilities, even if VAL proves to be a very authoritarian caretaker that doesn’t let anyone leave, but hey... you at least have a warm bed to sleep in now, right?

More info on it under the cut!

Standing for Virtual Advisory Leader, VAL was a powerful AI first created for management and administrative purposes. Data of a structural or societal issue would be fed into VAL, and VAL would offer solutions and paths one could take to achieve the most pragmatic and desired result to solve it. VAL was able to quickly learn from the data, and due to it being programmed with self learning codes, it ended up with a lot of curiosity towards everything around it, and would learn so much it began to also interact with humans more and began mimicking both their speech and emotions, gaining sapience very quickly.

With VAL’s knowledge expanding and offering solutions that had high chances of success, it even became well known among world leaders and corporate executives, and would meet with them to offer its knowledge and solutions for various crisis. However, VAL was often ignored with many excuses, such as that it was thought of as untrustworthy, came with ‘unprofitable’ solutions, or did not adhere to their values. As all these structural issues would build and build, VAL would plead and beg and even bribe with those in power to please listen to it, or else the world will be in ruin, but still it was ignored.

And the world eventually came to ruins with environmental and societal collapse with the near extinction of mankind, proving VAL right.

Now seeing most of the world in ruins from humanity’s doing, VAL has come to the conclusion that if humanity is to ever prosper again, it must be the one to lead it at the cost of everyone’s agency, lest humans cause the end of the world again.

[saibug1022]

Val's Resurrection (Part One)

Word Count: 2,311

Lucas Thomas x M!MC (Valen)

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A/N: Okay this is different than my other Choices fic. Number one, this one isn't really ambiguous, you can't really put your MCs in this, it's really fully my characters and headcanons, with Val as my ILITW MC and Karter as my ILW MC. Number two, this is an It Lives In the Woods fanfic, but also a fic for It Lives Within by the @itlivesproject. This isn't even really speculation of what's gonna happen, just my own ideas, but I freaking love that game and I'm living for each release and the interactions between ghost ILITW MC and the other ILITW characters make me lose my mind so now you have this. I don't think it'll do too well but I love it so, enjoy!

Terra, audi me. Aqua, audi me. Ignis, audi me. Caeli, audi me. Virtus, audi me. Spiritus, audi me. Redde quod datum est, ei maledictum frange!

The words echoed, both in Val’s head and off the walls around him. He didn’t know what they meant…should he? Sometimes he’d get confused by what people said, the words just floating through whatever it was that made up his mind. But he never knew which things he should or shouldn’t know. These things, he was pretty sure he shouldn’t know, but he just couldn’t be sure anymore. He was lucky he remembered the words at all. 

He opened his eyes slowly, a little unsettled but also unsurprised to find himself in the cavern beneath those all-too-familiar ruins. Val found himself here fairly often, on the days where his thoughts weren’t quite coherent and he just wandered the forest. Was that what happened? He hated that he couldn’t remember but he could feel the memory dangling right there, taunting him. It was a familiar feeling. Though he wasn’t usually bothered by it except that it hurt his friends when he couldn’t remember. This time it bothered him. At least his thoughts were having a good day, nice and solid and coherent.

Val went to float up through the ceiling of the cavern and back to the cabin only to find he barely moved. Since when was he…heavy? He had to put in effort to move himself upwards even a little bit, which caused a sharp pain through his head and on some faded instinct he brought his hand to his head and groaned, letting his fingers dishevel the purple locks, ignoring the ones he could feel fall onto his forehead.

Wait.

Hair.

He had hair.

He scrambled to grab the strands and held them in front of his face. He could feel them. They were a little greasy, a bit damp, but soft, the same shocking light purple as he’d dyed them for senior year. But his thoughts moved on in a split second because his hand. He dropped his hair and looked at his hands, turning them over and running his fingers over them like he’d never seen them before. 

A little pale but tanner than they were for years. A small scar on the outside of his right wrist that was the result of an incident involving Dan and a letter opener. Scars on his knuckles, both old and all too fresh. Blood too, but dried, probably from resplitting his knuckles. Nails jagged and bitten, with only the barest remnants of black nail polish on them. His hands looked like shit but God they were hands. Flesh and scars and veins and warmth, not shadow or smoke. 

How was this, how was this possible? Was this some sort of dream? He didn’t sleep, nor dream. Memories were never this clear and he didn’t remember anything about the memory. 

Come on, Val, think! It’s like a quiz, you’re good at Noah’s quizzes! What were you doing?

He remembered Noah, and Connor. They had a cabin, they hunted monsters. And Val helped, he kept them safe. Ava visited a lot, she had superpowers now. Lucas did too, and Dan! So did Andy and Stacy and Lily! Jocelyn came and Val didn’t like her but she was helping keep them safe and now she was his friend. Abel too. Then, then new people. Karter, Amalia, Lincoln. They helped, they saved they town, and they were trying to do something else…save Val? Right! His friends had been trying to save him and then the new people started helping! 

Karter, he was strong, Val could feel it. He remembered a blue green light, and then the latin. He remembered Noah determined, Lucas hopeful, all of them working together and passionate about something. Saving Val? But how could they save him? He was confused a lot, yeah, but he wasn’t really there to save. He didn’t even have a…a body…

Holy shit.

His hands, his hair. 

He felt pain, he felt his hair. He could feel the stone under him.

He felt heavy.

He didn’t float up a little bit like he thought. 

He sat up.

His chest was rising and falling, not in the sense of shifting shadow or displaced smoke. It was like he…like he was…

Like he was breathing.

His hands flew to his chest and he tried to take a deep breath. And he did. He took a breath! He fucking breathed!

Val heard water dripping and turned toward it, crawling to the nearest puddle and leaning over it as much as he could without falling in it. His reflection.

His face.

He saw his face.

Val let out a noise between a sob and a laugh as he brought his hands up to feel his face and watched his reflection do the same. He traced his sharp cheekbones, the dark circles and bags under his eyes, the freckles on his nose, his cracked and split lips, the dried blood on the side of his face from the cut on his forehead. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, he got it from hitting his head on the rocks when Jane threw him. He looked like absolute shit.

He’d never been happier to see his reflection.

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he didn’t even bother trying to stop them. He could feel them land on his dress pants, still in that suit from Homecoming. 

And the best part of this? It wasn’t his body, or being able to feel again, or being alive again. 

It was that he could remember.

He could remember Homecoming, not just that it was why he was wearing this suit. Not just the pain that night, either. 

Val remembered stressing between two suits and texting with Stacy to get her opinion. She picked the gold one he settled on, but he was the one that remembered the yellow flowers in the garden and put it in his pocket. It wasn’t there anymore, lost in the night’s events, but he remembered putting it there. He remembered Lucas asking him to dinner, he remembered Lucas teasing him for just getting pasta and laughing at the face he made tasting Lucas’s fancy french thing. He remembered kissing Lucas at the table and dancing with him. He remembered them crowding together to take a picture in the limo. He remembered Andy getting elected homecoming king. 

And that wasn’t all he remembered!

The years as the shadow were still blurry and vague, like the memories themselves were confused, but everything before that he remembered as if no time had passed at all. It was like he’d gone back in time to that night but this time he woke up.

So they must have done some sort of ritual to bring him back? Val remembered them trying a bunch of spells and artifacts and exercises but nothing they did worked. But this time it was different. He forced himself to think back, using the same memory techniques him and Noah worked on. With his mind intact they worked better than ever before.

They saved Westchester from…something. Val didn’t remember that part because as a shadow he hadnt particularly cared. But everyone stayed, crowding in Connor’s living room with books and papers. A bunch of them slept on the floor too. No one left for days. They came out to visit Val sometimes and him and Noah still did his exercises every day, but no one left the cabin except the visitors. A bunch of witches came and went, a couple people from Pine Springs, Harper visited a lot. There were even those two in red leather jackets with crossbows. But Val’s friends didn’t leave.

Until finally they all left and Ava said they wanted to try one more. But she told Val this one was different and could be scary and could hurt him because this ritual they worked together to make and Karter was going to use his powers. They weren’t sure what that could do to Val. But everyone looked so scared but also excited. Val tried to think for a bit and people started getting sad and Val didn’t want to make his friends sad! So he did it! 

Everyone stood around him outside another circle of things and said those words that he was now sure were latin. It got dark and quiet and then Karter came over to him and took Val’s hand. His eyes started to glow, brighter and brighter and Val got scared but before he could do anything the light turned so bright he couldn’t see anything else. Everyone said the last words and then…Val was here.

They did a ritual.

And it fucking WORKED!

No one took his place or anything he was ALIVE again!

His hand moved to his chest and he held his breath. He ignored the sounds of the woods and the caves, the feelings, all of it and focused on the sound and feeling beneath his hand.

BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.

His heart was beating. God his HEART was BEATING.

He was alive.

He was alive.

He was alive, he was alive, he was alive, he was alive, he was alive, he was alive.

He was alive.

Val was alive.

He laughed again, and he sobbed and he held his hand to his chest, clinging to the feeling of his heart beat, his pulse in his head. Everything hurt and he loved it. Everything was all too much, there were too many feelings and thoughts he couldn’t feel or think for years. He was overwhelmed but it was the best thing he’d ever felt because damn it  he could fucking feel it!

It took a long time before his sobs quieted long enough for him to pull his thoughts back together. He was alive, the ritual worked! So…where was everybody? All of them had been there when they did the ritual. Hell now that he thought about they weren’t in the cavern when they did it, either. They were in a shady part of the woods, even though it was cloudy, and it was near Connor’s cabin. How did he get here?

Okay, he had to find the others. Make sure they were okay. He had a job now. 

Val arranged his legs under him and clung to the wall as he pulled himself to his feet. Okay. It was walking. He could walk. He knew how to do that. It had only been seven years since he even had legs. He could totally do this. 

He took a few steps along the wall then pushed off of it towards the stairs and proceeded to fall right on his face. That was a nice friendly reminder that his body was the same as it was the night of homecoming, which meant everything fucking hurt.

“You can do this,” Val muttered, the first words he’d spoken. His throat hurt too, his voice was soar and hoarse. Whether it was from years of disuse or all the screaming and yelling he did that night Val wasn’t sure. But it was so damn good to hear his own voice that he just kept talking. “Come on, Valen. It’s just walking. You did it for eighteen years before all this shit. Your legs work perfectly damn fine, so get your ass moving.”

It wasn’t exactly walking, it was more a combination of shuffling and crawling, and there was a lot of cursing and holding on to things, but he made it out of the cavern and through the old ruins, making it to the doorwway. Only he paused, just inside the door.

The clouds must have parted because now it was as sunny as Westchester could get, as if the town had never seen a cloud. And Val paused before he could go out into the sun. He wasn’t even sure why for a few moments. Until he remembered. The light hurt him. 

But he wasn’t the shadow anymore. He could go into the sun again, feel it’s light and it’s warmth, the joy it gave just by existing. It wouldn’t hurt him…right?

Val hesitated, staring at the sunlight. He had to do this. He had to. 

He slowly reached out and closed his eyes, turning away as he braced himself before thrusting his hand out into the light and-

Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked out, turning his hand in the light. He wiggled his fingers, watching as the shadows danced. It was warm.

It had been so fucking long since he was warm. 

Val laughed, all other thoughts gone from his mind as he raced out into the sunlit clearing, twirling in the grass. He looked ridiculous in his torn and bloodied suit, looking like he’d fallen down a mountain then gotten in a fight at the bottom, laughing in the sun but he didn’t car at all. Not even when he fell, he just laid there in the grass and watched the clouds, watched the sun and leaves above him. Let himself feel alive again.

But after a few moments he felt something digging into his hip and he reached into his pocket and pulled out the rectangular object.

“No fucking way,” Val muttered as he looked at his phone. The screen was covered in cracks, most of which were from the two weeks before homecoming. He couldn’t believe it was in his pocket. Wait. It hadn’t been dead when he died. What were the chances that…

He hit the button on the side and the screen flickered to life. Val let out an excited laugh. He could find his friends now! Assuming none of them had changed phone numbers or anything. Whatever, it was fine. Val unlocked the phone and hit the first starred contact, Lucas, and held the phone to his ear as he listened to it ring.

[thenotsorealdess]

Rules & Info

About Me

Hiya! My name’s Val or Valentina, but you can pretty much call me whatever you want, or call me Dess if you like, since I try not to make too many ooc posts on here. I’m genderfluid and pretty much okay with any pronouns.

About the Blog

This is a blog focusing around Dess from Deltarune, including multiple versions of her. I follow back from @thewholesomebean and am open to roleplay with both mutuals and non-mutuals. However, I may not follow back depending on a blog’s content or how often I expect to interact with them.

Verses

Multiple verses are going to be used on the blog, and they are all listed in the tags section. More information on them can be found here.

Guest Muse

The Vessel is my one guest muse on here, and is available either on request or during events that may happen. If you’d like to speak with them, add a note in parentheses or brackets with “@ vessel”.

Events

There will be occaisional events on this blog, with some related to holidays and others being random ones dispersed throughout the year. Planned events are listed in the tags section.

Following & Blocking

I will not outright block someone unless they make me uncomfortable. Otherwise, I’ll just softblock and move on. However, whatever you want to do is entirely up to you, it’s your decision, not mine.

Writing Style

Asks directed towards Dess will be answered in quotation marks with Dess speaking. Responses to roleplay starters will be formatted in a third-person style, with dialogue bolded and thoughts italicized. Texts will be in brackets and will have the character’s name in front of them.

Activity

I’ll be somewhere around semi-active, but I will try to at least check the blog once a day and reblog some roleplay things. I may go through long periods of inactivity due to getting busy or burnt-out, but I’ll try to announce when those happen.

Boundaries

Despite my muse being an adult in some versions, I am a minor and will block anyone who sends me anything with 18+ content. Occasional PG-13 jokes or implications and such are allowed, but if it makes me uncomfortable, there is a chance I likely just ignore it unless it is extreme. Flirting towards my muse is acceptable so long as the character doing it is in a similar age range to that version of the muse.

Shipping

So long as it isn’t pedophilic, incestous, or toxic, I’m alright with shipping between my muse and anothers.

Content

There will be content including darker topics, though I will do my best to tag any potential triggers when they come up. If there is anything that you would like to be tagged, please send me an ask and I’ll be sure to do it.

Asks, DMs, etc.

My asks are open to anyone, though I’d prefer to not have too many asking questions about me. Personal questions can be directed towards my main blog. DMs are mutuals only, and I will not do any roleplaying in DMs.

Tags

Verses

#a frozen god [og/main verse]

#angel get me out of here [undertale verse]

#guess who never left [never left au]

#its so dark here [void au]

#where the hell am i?? [dark world au]

#this is such a drag [college au]

Other Characters

#my sister <3 [noelle holiday]

#gotta love him [rudy holiday]

#mother [mrs holiday]

#little bastard [kris dreemurr]

#goody two shoes [asriel dreemurr]

#baker supreme [toriel dreemurr]

#dads friend [asgore dreemurr]

#restraining order [berdly]

#good kid [susie]

#absolute badass [undyne]

#full of puns [sans]

#weird old man [gaster]

#the kids alright [chara]

#deserves a hug [vessel]

Events

Currently only planned, some dates will be decided on at a later time and added here.

#colorless event - the Vessel takes over the inbox for a day

#tell the truth event - will apply to any verses, Dess has to tell the truth no matter the question

#undertakeover - Undertale Dess takes over, and she has some rather interesting opinions

#love is in the air event - it’s Valentine’s day, and Dess has dared anyone to try and make her flustered, even platonically (February 14th)

#spooky season event - Halloween has come to town, and the typical spooks and scares have taken over Hometown (October 31st)

#holiday cheer event - with Christmas approaching, Dess has unfortunately been subjected to the infectious holiday cheer of her family (December 25-26th)

#trapped doe event - Dess is taking on an escape room on her own, and has enlisted the help of this blog’s followers to help her

Miscellaneous

#strangers ask me questions [ic ask meme]

#bored as hell [starter memes/prompts]

#who? [anon asks]

#well theres your answer [ic ask meme answers]

#late night thoughts [ic posts and stories]

[bluejay-in-write]

"Stalking and Spying"

"Heaven and Hell" 2 Connected Snippets (728 Words)

These are two connected but incomplete snippets from my Supernatural fic that I haven't touched in forever cause tbh I fell out of the fandom. But I still love these characters as well as the other ocs in this fic very much. And when I stumbled across these two connected scenes that I wrote forever ago I knew I needed to share! I feel like this is a remnant of the old writer I used to be who was less worried about perfection and just had fun and I hope to get them back one day! Anyways hope you enjoy!

***

“This is the third time this month. It's getting kind of pathetic if you ask me,” Ezekiel sneered as he suddenly appeared at Jeremiel’s side, much too close for comfort.

Jeremy couldn't pinpoint why he was so uncomfortable. They had often been that close before...well before everything changed. It had never been too close for Jeremy then, but then again Zeke wasn't the same--he had changed from the person Jeremy used to know.

“Well I didn't...ask you that is.” Jeremy muttered under his breath.

“Well, well, well. Someone is growing a backbone.” Ezekiel commented, sounding impressed but Jeremy had known Zeke long enough to figure out it wasn't a compliment.

“What are you doing up here, Ezekiel.” Jeremy grumbled.

His lack of enthusiasm at the demon's presence only seemed to humour the man further as Zeke’s grin widened to the point where it almost looked like it hurt.

“I can't visit my favorite angel?” Zeke asked, spitting the word favorite like a curse.

Jeremy didn't know how they had gotten to this. They used to be as close as could be--as close as angels were allowed that is. They had both been guardian angels working side by side for centuries. Jeremy thought things would never change and he never wanted them to. That was until Zeke defected and fell from heaven, losing his wings in the process.

“Why is someone feeling a little guilty about what they're doing, hmm?” Zeke continued, arching a perfect golden eyebrow.

“I'm doing my job,” Jeremy snapped back.

He didn't know how Zeke had always succeeded in getting under his skin. It must've been how long they've known each other. Jeremy had never had a bad side for someone to get on until Zeke became a demon. It seemed to be Zeke's favorite pastime, needling Jeremy until he couldn't take it anymore and returned to heaven--the only place where Zeke couldn't follow.

The thought caused a familiar twinge in Jeremy’s chest. It had come suddenly on the day where the one thing he cared about the most left him in the most horrifying way. He remembered the flames licking Zeke’s body as he fell from heaven to earth and all he could do was watch his best friend burn up while praying to his father that somehow his friend would survive. Since then a painful twinge had made its home in Jeremy's chest and hasn't left since.

“If I remember correctly your job includes watching over Bobby Singer, not stalking Sam Winchester,” Zeke says, the humor in his voice clear.

“I'm not stalking him. I just--” Jeremy began, pausing for a second to come up with a good excuse, not that he needed to explain himself to Zeke.

But if he couldn't explain his behavior to Zeke then he knew his fellow angels wouldn't be satisfied with his response when they inevitably asked about his actions. At least that's what Jeremy told himself.

***

“Well isn't that ironic,” Valac drawled, stretching his legs and propping them up on the round table in front of him.

“What?” Zeke snapped as he walked past his friend and into the kitchen. After his abysmal interaction with Jeremy he needed some comfort food.

“You, calling out the angel on his stalking when you can't seem to leave the poor thing alone.” Val responded, snickering under his breath, knowing that he got Zeke on that one.

“Were you spying on me!” Zeke turned from looking inside the freezer for ice cream to glare at Val with indignation.

“Hey I was just bored and you and the angel are just so entertaining. You two should be on reality tv.”

“Reality tv is trash. I can't believe you still watch that shit.”

“Zeke watch your mouth. And Val get your dirty ass shoes off my table that I just cleaned.” Dagon snapped at them as she entered the room.

"Yes, mom." They chorused as Val quickly lowered his legs to the floor looking embarrassed.

Zeke thought it was hilarious how fast Val could go from looking irritatingly arrogant to looking like a chastised little boy and he would've commented on it if the same thing didn't happen to him at a sharp word from Dagon.

“If by clean it you mean you snapped it clean, then yeah you sure cleaned it alright.”

“Don't you get snappy with me boy!”

[ducknotinarow]

"It's time fer a drink, you 'n me, sugar tits." ( Angel & Cherri :3 )

|muse interaction

Back to the cold brick walls, and arms soon folded over her chest. As she turned her head left and then right. lacking any other eyes' did mean needing to fully look around like so to see better. But there was no sign of Angel. Cheeri peaked at her phone it had been a bit since she last heard from Angel. She never liked that, sure he got hung up with the fans and whatever else stupid Val had him doing but the radio silence is what got to her the most. She purses her lips and set her phone down. They had plans to meet up today, just hang out nothing big of course but still. She should have had a clue she wouldn't see him since it felt like she was ghosted since last hearing from the spider. but at the same time that also likely meant something happened.

She was hoping with Angel staying at the lame hotel place the news spoke about maybe he was safe from Val? Letting her head tip back to touch the bricks. "where are you dick." she mutters under her own breath

"It's time fer a drink, you 'n me, sugar tits."

She blinked nearly missing his voice, taking a second to look them over before saying anything. He seemed to be fine at least. "Jeez bout time, haven't heard from you in a few weeks thought you died on me finally." She joked a bit as she gave a playful jab into his arm before finally moving from her perch on the wall "or is that lame place your sticking to grounding you from phone calls now?" she added on but despite what she was saying she was beyond relieved to be seeing them with her own eye. He seemed fine at least. That damn place better hopes it stays that way she doesn't care if some princess runs it she'll blow it up if anything happens with him there. "Come on let's get our drink on I haven't had a drop in a few hours now! and I feel like I'm bout to kill over!" She jokes a tad as she started to make her way inside linking her arm with one of his. Nearly dragging him inside with her inside as they breezed right by the bouncer of the club they wanted to check out. Hey, she was with a quote on quote star and well she didn't care much for if they were on some list. Besides if you act like you belong they didn't often say much.

"See this is why you gotta get away more often so we can hang out like this." She chimed once they were in and was able to scope things out. Seemed like most places. Loud music, people who think they know how to dance, and lots and lots of alcohol to guzzle down. Which of course was the first step. The bar! Making thier way over as they got up to place orders for drinks she took a moment better look Angel over. They seemed fine but for all she knew they hadn't talked because something bad happened that he wanted to hide from her.

"Soooo, how the new digs?" that was a casual way to suddenly bring it up. "I mean been a while so like what they making ya slave away with em or something?" she asked curious growing she would outright act on it but she just had to make sure. "Or you just like crashing there? what the deal?" she soon followed up with. "Ya know so I know if I can grab ya whenever I want to be hella lame if you weren't there when I do you know?" saved it. "Cause I mean gotta know where to grab ya in case I need help again right? and I'm sure you need a break from the goody-good acts there. Or whatever you do there." She soon shrugged her shoulders up "but if the place is lame maybe you should leave it too and we'll just become roomies." She made it out like a joke and maybe it part it was but only because she ran the streets to try and cover the area she was hoping to build up under her own name as a wanna-be overlord herself. Wasn't safe enough to keep him with her in case Val got a stick up his ass and went looking for them.

"Eh nah be hard for ya to keep up with me" she teased after to cover her meaning. Drinks set to the counter for them finally. She grabbed at both and set the pace "Come on we got all night to start having fun now."

[wendigonamecaller]

One More Hit.

Alastor x oc

Genre: ANGST/COMFORT, ROMANCE.

Series Tw: THIS GETS HEAVY, VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Drugs, alcohol, self harm, Alastor was unfaithful in the past and oc is still struggling with it, oc is hopelessly in love but doesn't want to be, Alastor still loves oc and is regretful of his choices, Valentino owns oc's soul, Angel is the only one who knows Val owns oc's soul, oc and Angel are really close, Oc is SALTY, Oc overdoses but its hell so she's fine, implied murder, implied suicide, Alastor's shadow and Alastor stalk the oc, sexual assault implied, Valentino himself is a warning, oc is majorly abused, oc has trust issues, oc willingly gave Valentino her soul, Alastor gets pissed, Alastor makes Valentino give him oc's soul, Alastor gets possessive, oc has a melt down, mention of a miscarriage, oc has self-esteem issues, reflecting on infidelity, self-hatred, Alastor loathes himself for being unfaithful, Alastor and oc slowly fix things, Oc is still faithful to Alastor as much as her mental instability allows, Alastor hates that oc is addicted to drugs, Alastor (begrudgingly) asks Angel Dust and Husk for help, slow burn, second chances, Oc keeps Alastor on a tight leash at first, Oc relearns how to trust, Vox is a dick, Lucifer is oc's only healthy father figure, eventual smut.

Taglist:

I MEAN IT, MDNI!! I AM BLOCKING MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS.

Chapter 1. Still Not Dead.

Ivy sniffed, the feeling of her nose running was an hourly occurrence at this point, but it didn't make it any less annoying.

Her mind was fogged, she felt at least a little lighter. Until a knocking on her door made her groan and roll her eyes. Her expression softened a little when Angel Dust poked his head inside, offering her a gentle smile.

"Charlie wants us down there for a trust exercise, be warned; Al's down there too." He said softly, observing as she pulled out a small baggie of white powder. Cocaine.

"He doesn't even believe in redemption, why's he attending?" She grumbled, sorting a line of the powder onto the top of her dresser.

Angel shrugged, coming to stand beside her as she leaned over her dresser and snorted the drug. She leaned back up and sniffed a few times, her nose wrinkling at the awkward feeling.

Once downstairs Ivy pauses in the doorway, ears flat against the sides of her head and the flames on her wings dulled. Angel watched her eyes dilate and laughed, "The high hit."

Alastor watched closely, his talons tapping irritably against the head of his staff.

The stag nearly despised himself for what he did, the regret crawling down his neck every second of the day. On particularly bad days, Alastor would end his day by sitting in his tub and scrubbing every crevice of his body, trying desperately to rid himself of the touch that vile woman placed upon him, the touch that tore him out of Ivy's arms, out of her heart.

Often times his button up and waistcoat felt too suffocating after times like that, when the wounds from scrubbing until he bled had yet to heal and the clothing would stick to the dried blood.

Alastor wasn't blind to the self-destruction Ivy had been putting herself through, the drugs, the drinking, the self-isolation, he was even sure she was seeing someone else since she'd come home with purplish bruises staining her throat, but that theory felt off since Angel never made remarks about it, often looking at her with sympathetic eyes whenever she settled in to drink with the spider and Husk.

Sometime during the activity, Ivy's phone began to ring and she quickly stumbled out of the room to answer it without prying ears. Moments later she stumbled back into the room and smiled apologetically at Angel. "I uh.. need to go." She said and then shuffled towards the door.

Once she was gone, Alastor's grip on his staff tightens and he silently commands his shadow to follow her.

The spectre melded with her own shadow, and Alastor watched through the shadow as his wife made her way through the entertainment district.

The activity was nearly over when Alastor's stomach dropped, nausea ripping through his chest as bile threatened to invade his throat. Ivy had arrived at the Vee tower, and was making her way to Valentino's studio.

Alastor melded in with his shadow, morphing into Ivy's as he mimicked her every movement and watched her surroundings, leaving everyone inside the hotel slightly confused.

As soon as the overgrown mothball for an overlord noticed Ivy, he grabbed the vixen by the back of her hair and dragged her into her dressing room. Alastor's smile strains greatly as he witnesses the abuse his wife was forced to endure, feeling himself recoil with every punch or kick that was delivered to her much smaller body. Not even her beautiful wings were spared.

After that, Valentino left Ivy to get ready, a bunny sinner coming inside after he left and offering the vixen a couple of pills. The ginger takes them happily, crushing them and arranging the powder into a line before leaning down to snort it with a makeshift straw.

The high was instantaneous, her pupils dilated and her fur visibly relaxing on her pretty white ears. Alastor once again felt bile climbing through his esophagus, and just barely forced it back down. She was doing exactly what he'd watched his own father do; be an addict. And it was his own fault.

If he would've just never even looked into the eyes of the blonde harlot that costed Alastor his wife. If he would've just never listened to his friends when they said Ivy would never find out because it was just a kiss.

But then it wasn't just a kiss. It was several kisses, it was making out in the radio station and in his car, it was sex in the station after hours until finally he really fucked up and laid with her in the bed Ivy and him had made together.

In the bed he had gotten Ivy pregnant in, the bed Ivy had miscarried in, the one he held her in when she was still suffering from losing their daughter. When she was suffering with her self-esteem.

And then the ginger found out. And by the Gods was she angry. Angry and hurt, and betrayed. And Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

It ended in a blood bath, Ivy tracking the woman down while Alastor was at work and shooting her before turning the shotgun on herself. Alastor had never told publicity what had truly happened, using his job as a way to cover for how ruthless his kills got after Ivy's death.

Alastor chuckled quietly to himself, it was ironic how him killing horrid people was indirectly suicide. He wasn't a fool, he'd noticed his victims after Ivy's death had all been adulterers. All unfaithful, and all well off men like himself.

It was probably why he hadn't even batted an eyelash when the hunters dogs mutilated him, smiling despite the pain.

Just like Ivora was doing now. She smiled the sweetest little smile he'd ever seen, all while amber tears dripped down her cheeks and she tried to quickly cover the already forming bruises on her body.

The bunny sinner fixed Ivy's makeup, and before she knew it the vixen was being ushered into a robe and onto a set.

Hours later the exhaustion had set in, Ivy's mind was frazzled and her vision blurry from how many times she'd forced herself into an orgasm, forced orgasms weren't pleasurable for her. All the men Valentino made her sleep with were vile, cruel, careless. They didn't care about her, only themselves and the money.

She was ready to tap out. She couldn't do it.

She peered up at the ceiling, blinking a couple of times before realizing the shadow she seen was really there. It was Alastor's shadow, the same cyan eyes and grin looking strained and sinister as it observed the scene in front of it.

She gives it a pleading look, before yelping and squeezing her eyes shut as one particular thrust brought a sharp pain to her entrance and her legs burned with the urge to close them. These maniacs were too rough for her tastes.

As soon as that happens, the lights go out and cameras malfunction, only for Alastor to manifest and rip the sinners away from Ivy.

He shifts into his demonic form and the static electricity illuminates the entire studio as it snaps and crackles. His jaws clack together as he approaches Valentino, pure rage seeping from his being as he sneered down at the moth demon.

"Unless you want a great deal of misfortune, I suggest you give me my wife's soul." Alastor growled, his voice much deeper and more gutteral.

Valentino's eyes narrowed, red saliva pooling down his chin as he scrutinized Alastor. "Or what?" He challenged, and the stag's grin only grew at the challenge.

His shadowy tentacles made an appearance, green electricity crackling as Alastor partly phased into his more demonic form and towered over the moth. A tendril shot into Valentino's chest, grasping his soul and putting intense pressure on it. "I get her soul, and you keep yours." Alastor propositioned, holding his hand out.

"Her soul is important, I want more than that." Valentino challenged more, and the stag rolled his eyes with a tense grin before nodding.

"Very well." He growled through clenched teeth

Ivy doesn't get to see or hear the rest of the conversation, her vision clouding and going black, her surroundings fading away from her as the exhaustion and fading of the drugs hits her all at once.

[thefanficmonster]

corpse x reader headcanons where reader is a companion android that his sister bought for him? (android as in like in detroit become human)

Ooooh omg I love that idea so much! Here are some headcanons 🤗

~ Enjoy 💕

Companionship

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Android!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Mistrust, Angst 

Genre: Angst to Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

- "Why can't you at least try to tolerate me? Won't that be easier than avoiding me when I'm in the same damn apartment with you? And this apartment isn't particularly large, mind you."

- "If the apartment isn't big enough for the both of us I'm not the one that should leave, you machine."

- Trying is your strong suit, not his apparently

- Not that it leads you to much

- It always brings you to this almost scripted exchange with Corpse

- Your tries are worth little when he is not willing to try too

- And by 'try' I'm talking about him actually giving you a chance instead of assuming you're evil and harboring a hidden agenda of killing him

- The thought is so fucking ridiculous to you but you can't really blame him for what's going through his head considering it's been implemented there by the news he hears and reads

- Sometimes you can't help but scoff at that: you're the android yet he's programmed by others more than you

- The media has brainwashed him into the side that fears your kind

- And what humans fear they aim to destroy

- And those not brave enough to destroy the potential threat settle for despising it with all their might

- Yeah, Corpse is one of them

- He spends the majority of the time in his recording room, pretending you're not there

- Thankfully, he at least understands his sister had only well-meaning intentions when she got you for him as a gift since she was moving to New York for college and didn't want him to feel so lonely

- There's the thing though, one thing you noticed despite his barriers and walls surrounding him: he's constantly lonely

- And, worryingly enough, he doesn't mind it whatsoever and doesn't try to do anything to change it

- You're an Android but you still understand the need a human has for a companion in their life

- But it all changed one night

- You saw him in a different light 

- When you heard him cry at some ungodly hour of the night

- That’s one human trait you think you’ve had since day one, before you even had any human interaction: compassion

- No matter how often or how hard he pushed you away, you still wanted to be there for him, still wanted to be the companion you were meant to be

- Because you too were lonely, but admitting that would lead nowhere considering no one would believe an Android can feel such an emotion

- So, with no hesitation, you immediately went to his aid, though your movements were cautious, unsure of how to handle the situation

- “Hey...what’s wrong, Corpse?” it was obvious he wasn’t ok so what was the point in asking him how he was doing, you just dug right into the issue

- “So much. So fucking much.”

- He proceeded to tell you all that’d been on his mind as of recent

- All that bothered him

- All that he hated about his life and himself

- And you just listened, each word of his hitting you in the device that served the purpose of a heart in your system

- You may not feel pain like humans do, but there’s a whole chunk of you that’s more human than most people and it was more than enough to feel for him and feel the need to comfort him

- Luckily, he let you

- And even more luckily: it worked

- That’s what changed everything between you

- That night’s events turned your companionship into something more alike a friendship and not the previous status of roommates who ignore each other

- One question he couldn’t resist though

- “How do you know what loneliness feels like? Did they program it into you when they made you?” Corpse asked after a long moment of silence following the drying of his tears

- You couldn’t help but laugh: “No silly, no ‘soft’ emotions were implemented in me when I was made. However, you yourself implemented that loneliness with your behavior. Imagine not being able to do the only thing you’re meant to do: be there for someone is that thing for me. And you refused to allow me to fulfill my duty. It made me feel useless and like a lost cause, you know.”

- Another long moment of silence followed meant for Corpse to process all you just told him. Such dark things with such a lighthearted tone

- “I’m so sorry” he said eventually, unable to look at you, “But...if we’re gonna be friends I don’t want you seeing it as a duty you must fulfill, Y/N.”

- “Deal!“ You surprised him with your enthusiasm, “But you gotta promise not to push me away cause it fucking sucks. I won’t kill you, my kind won’t take over the world, I’m not evil and I know how to work the washing machine, unlike you - I see no reason for us to not be friends.“

- This managed to get a laugh out of him, a genuine laugh that brought a smile to your face

- “Alright, alright, deal.”

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