#invader-vel

[adhd-riddled-crow]

I've written even more :3 (it's something new that I've found that I can do, and I just wanna keep sharing it with yall <3)

Velasco allowed Spite to invade his mouth, the weight of the spirit's tongue against his was exquisite. The push and pull of their kiss was breathtaking. A small whimper emitted from Velasco as Spite pulled back, a pleased grin on his face as he let Lucanis take back control– bright magenta returning to warm brown. “Was he too rough?” Came Lucanis’ voice, laced with that sexy gravely texture that Velasco loved very much, “No, he was perfect, mi amor.” Velasco answers, a blissed out expression across his face, heaving shallow breaths as he attempts to recover from Spite's onslaught of affection. “What do you need, mi querido cuervo?” Lucanis helpfully reminds him and places a hand onto Velasco's chest, absentmindedly drawing little shapes into the soft skin of his pectorals, as his partner regains his breath. “I just wanted to- to make sure that you were still comfortable with what we're doing.” Vel asks, using the pause in their activities to regain some of his strength to make this last just a little longer than he was heading. Lucanis’ fingers freeze mid shape, placing his palm flat against Velasco's left pectoral– the fast pace of his heart a soothing balm over his initial worries– and leans down to plant a sweet and tender kiss to Velasco's lips. Tasting a hint of iron on his as he licks at Velasco's bottom lip, pulling back before Vel could deepen it further, “Confío en ti, cariño.” Velasco kisses Lucanis’ temple in appreciation, “No es lo que busco, mi vida.” Lucanis looks deeply into the dark chocolate abyss that make up Velasco's eyes, “Si, I am more comfortable with what we are doing, Vel. Te amo, mi amor.”

I love adding non English languages to my stories wherever possible <3 these two are no exception 💜✨️

[storm-angel989]

Hi,

I know you’ve been writing these themes a lot so if you are feeling sick of them or burnout feel free to just ignore this :) But if your interested I’d love a Velvette x Reader (platonic or romantic, whatever you’re feeling) where the reader was a model when they were alive and struggled with disordered eating because of the harsh industry standards. Now in hell they feel like they are better but after awhile of working with Vel it starts to come back. Thank you :)

P.s. I absolute adore your writing. I love your characterization of the Vees.

Hi Friend,

This is a pretty intense topic and mixing models with ED's makes sense. I'm not burnt out- not yet at least!

<3 Mandy

The clause itself was considered standard procedure, a non negotiable part of the contract Velvette offered. The requirement of full disclosure of any and all mental health issues her models faced before coming to her. Some might argue that requirement invaded privacy. Personal disclosure that had nothing to do with the job at hand. A stance Velvette both vehemently disagreed with and couldn’t give less of a fuck about. Sign the contract or don’t, she didn’t care either way. She had been in the industry long enough to know that the job requirements could send a being spiraling if they didn’t have someone keeping a careful eye on them. 

And truly, that was what Velvette cared about. Model’s passing out, a shirt slipping and revealing fresh cuts, constant shivering- none of it was a good look for the company, or her image. And so she kept careful note and watched constantly for signs that their work was taking a toll on them. Bi-monthy runway walks, clouted as extra practice for each model, put in place to keep their skills sharp, served a dual purpose. File in hand, she could observe and study the particulars of each girl. 

Velvette louged in her directors chair, leafing through her binder with each passing demon. Some pages boosted her handwritten scrawls, notes and dates of concerning, specific observations. As she sat watching as her models walked down the runway, her eyes narrowed as they fell to Reader. 

Reader. Her file boasted two notes. One from her arrival in hell. Another from the last modeling session. As her eyes studied readers appearance, she observed what most would overlook. Slight changes in her bodies proportions that indicated something wasn’t quite right. Quietly, she flagged the page. 

In her office later that night, she dialed Valentino’s number. In her vast experience, it took two to convince a demon they needed help. And as always, it helped that Valentino brought with him his own set of expertise- eyes that could and would pick a body apart if warranted. More importantly, he stood as her friend. Someone who understood the difficulties of this career, who was one of the two who stood by her side when she herself struggled. To her relief, he came within minutes and took his place behind her. Wordlessly, she handed him the file. 

“Call her in,” he said after a moment. “I’ll set up the scale.” 

The press of a buzzer. A call for her to Velvette’s office. A quiet escort in. Velvette looked at the terrified girl and softened her expression the best she could. 

“Reader. Let me be clear, you’re not in trouble,” she began as gently as we could. “But we have noticed something slightly concerning, and we need to get a weight on you. Undress and step on the scale for us.” 

It wasn’t a request. Velvette knew that, and she knew Reader did too. She watched as Reader took off her jeans and sweatshirt. Velvette did her best to hide the sense of relief that washed over her- she wasn’t layering yet. Obediently, Reader stepped on. Another good sign. She wasn’t defensive, she wasn’t fighting. Not yet, at least. Hope fluttered in Velvette’s chest. Maybe she had caught this one early enough. 

“What is my weight?” Reader asked in confusion as she stared down at the blank scale. 

“We have that information, bebita. Not something you need to concern yourself with,” Valentino replied as he showed Velvette the number on the scale, sent directly to his phone. 

Velvette’s heart sank. Ten pounds under hiring. And reader was already thin to begin with. She looked at Valentino and he shook his head. A silent understanding between the two. 

“You can step off,” Velvette told her. “We have the information we need.”

A look of dismay crossed Reader’s face. “Am I in trouble?”

“Trouble? No. But we are noticing a concerning trend with your weight. So we’re going to put you on a plan,” Velvette replied as gently as she could. “Twice a week you’re going to meet with a therapist. She’s going to go over a meal plan with you. What you say to her in these sessions will stay private, but we’ll reassess in two weeks. If your weight continues to drop, we’ll…” Velvette’s voice caught in her throat. 

Valentino put his hand on her shoulder. “We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to it. For now, you’ll be taken down the hall to meet your therapist and be given a through physical.” 

“I’m sorry,” Reader began.

“There is no reason to be sorry. This is a hard industry, we simply want you healthy,” Velvette replied instantly. 

As Velvette watched her be escorted out the door, a sense of relief washed over her. There was no protest, no fights. A simple acceptance of fact. Another good sign. Velvette laid her arms on her desk and put her head down. 

“Amicito, are you alright?” Valentino asked in a voice reserved only for those he loved. “I know this is difficult, but you did the right thing.”

“I hate this, Val,” she replied in a muffled tone. “I hate what we do to these demons. I hate that perfection is an unachievable standard and I hate…I hate seeing them fall, again and again, to a demon far more powerful than me.”

“But the standards we devised help stop them from falling. They keep both our workers safe and our company in good standing,” Valentino replied gently. “Come on Vel, let’s get out of here. You need a break, muñeca. Let’s call Vox and…”

“And have a night in,” she interrupted as she lifted her head. Slowly, she stood up. “I’m not in the mood to deal with people.” 

“Then you won’t,” Valentino replied as he slid his arm around her. 

Just before she went to open the door, Velvette paused. She looked at Valentino and he watched as the harsh mask she wore on the daily melted away. 

“Val? Thanks for not…for not letting me slide into the arms of my own demon,” she said softly. “I couldn’t, if I didn’t have you and Vox I’d…”

Valentino didn’t let her finish. Instead, her wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight hug before releasing her.“Amicito, that’s what friends are for.”

[krownest]

andor ep 3 notes:

omfg bix is getting SA-ed this episode i just know it. fucking awful

keero MEETING THE PARENTS????

awful parent meeting wtffff syril estrange your mother immediately

kleya im sorry u have to deal w all these incompetent ppl

rakatan invaders mention...need to look up that crystal that luthen lent to cassian last season

stekan (leida's fiance/husband) is such a funny name. stekan the mud

also leida and stekan are like 14/15 year olds right. blegh

tay ur orange tan oh my god. get de-oranged soon

wil is gone. teenage boy moment

ok yeah tay js getting killed

LMFAO the floating disco ball droid. incredible

bix and cassian using real names on the radio? no bueno...

oh my god the fucking imperial and bix. i hate it here

mon dancing w the look of anguish is real

brasso ur so hot and beautiful ily. rip

oh my god CINTA is going to kill tay

also i knowww it's for narrative reasons but whoever assigned cinta to the same planet as vel. is stupid operationally speaking. maybe they r just really short on rebellion agents

vel lesbian yearning/angst representation thank you

niamos bop continues

[henley-reeves]

hello! would luv ur thoughts on #17 (in relation to bix...i'm a bit disappointed with her arc/ending too), #20, & #23. thank u!<3333

Hi, Pris!<3<3<3 Thank you so much, for the ask, dear!<3 Oh, I have so much to say about what they did to Bix, but I'll keep it as short as I can: 17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…- Instead of making her character a punching bag and inflict every kind of trauma on her with literally no follow through or resolution for her character, making her a stay at home wife, whose only screen time is dedicated to talking to people about Cassian and making them tea, and then discarding her character altogether and only giving her last scene where she is now a mother of Cassian's baby, they could have given her her own arc with a separate role in the rebellion where she can utilize the skills she has and contribute to the cause, have some (at least short) moments where we see how she dealt with ptsd and addiction and nightmares and how the tragedy that happened to her reflected on HER choices and HER character outside of relationship with Cassian. I wish the writers gave her more relationships with other characters (I know we got a glimpse at her friendship with Vel, but again, all conversations were about Cassian), I wish we got to see her as a mechanic again. I wish that instead of a pregnancy plot, she left for her own reasons, like seeing her role in the rebellion and Cassian's are different and she could be needed somewhere else and as much as their love mattered to her, she understood that in times like these, domestic life and happiness is not a luxury they can afford. Her last scene would have been powerful if she is working at another rebel base and then the news comes about what happened to Cassian and it is devastating to her, but she then remembers her own words "I will find you" and adds "...in the force". And this would have been a great ending because it would still make her sacrifice as significant, AND expand on her own character revealing she is indeed force sensitive, so death is not the end and there is hope for the galaxy because of Cassian's sacrifice, AND hope for Bix because she knows her sacrifice was also not in vain, that she will keep fighting in any way she can to make sure that sacrifice she and Cassian made counts, as well as standing up to the oppressors that destroyed her life and invaded her home and killed her loved ones. AND at the same time there would be hope that she will still see him again, because for someone who feels the force, the loved ones are never dead. They really didn't need the baby to get the hope sentiment across. This would make her character her own person, making decisions not for the sale of Cassian or the baby, but for herself. She could be the character that exists and has relationships with other characters, has her own (even background) arcs. But the writers chose the most sexist way to reduce her to a love interest and baby maker who stays at home and waits and gets tortured sometimes. Terrible writing. Truly. Ugh, I said I would try to keep it short and got carried away:( 20. What is the purest ship in the fandom? - I'd say Dale Cooper and Harry Truman from Twin Peaks, and Cophine from Orphan Black. 23. Unpopular character you love? - Satine Kryze and Bo-Katan Kryze from Star Wars, also idk how unpopular this is, but Monica Reyes from The X-Files before the revival did her dirty and committed character assassination.

[amtmara]

Character Info/Rules

Greetings fellow irkens, and/or humans! You may call me the almighty tallest Mara, or just Mara- really me and my sister Zara are just tallests with hair!

My main rules are just be kind, no NSFW, no discrimination, and no bullying. If your under 18, you can still ask me questions, just note that there will be the use of Profanity, and etc in here. Everyone got that?

Invader Zim rp.

Purple: @amtpurple

Ceru: @amtcerulean

Spork: @spork-best-tallest

Miyuki: @t4ll3st-m1yuk1

Psych: @psychthesirunit

GIR: @theactualgir

Zim: @thebestinvaderever

Rex and Chime: @tinygatorlover

Ana: @deer-milkshake-999

Red: @thealmightytallestred

Dib: @paranormalmothman

Kip: @mikabeean

Rex: @rexheartsmuffins

Gaz: @gaz-m3mbran3

Professor Membrane: @notscientificallypossible

Tak: @tak-the-invader

Pink: @almighty-tallest-pink

Flower, Breeze, Spark, and Ichor: @the-gangggg

Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss Rp.

Al: @voxtechsmells

Charlie/Belladonna: @princesscharliesstuff

Vaggie: @hazbinsprotectorxxx

Husk: @husk-says-no

Niffty: @nifftyyyyy

Lucifer: @madly-enthusiastic

Allie: @cursedcatastor

Louis: @luci-the-kitty

Michael: @justificated-catalyst

Lion: @lionisagremlin

Angel Dust: @ask-angel-dust-w

Vox: @voxrpblog

Lilith: @queensaskblog

Rosie: @askyourauntierosie

Vel: @therealbackboneofthevees

Val: @mothmandarling

Zestial: @ask-zestial

Adam: @adamforthewin

Lute: @angelofwrath2

Emily: @emily-the-seraphim

Sera: @sera-seraphim-angel

Blitz: @blitzascbog

Fizz: @ask-fizzy-jester

Verosika Mayday: @verosikamayday2bonetown

Bee: @ask-the-queen-beelzebub

Oz: @sinoflustozzie

Bye for now!

[wilburs-alastors-little-corner]

I am invading Al's blog until I can figure out a name for my own. If someone wishes to answer here what's your favourite form of modern technology? Or just TVs in general, but sadly enough I am aware that most folks nowadays use the internet instead. Which is more Vel's specialty in our source at least.

- Vox⚡🌐📺

[impalafullofbees]

I made seven sonnets about one-sided radiostatic because I guess I’m very deeply entrenched in this fandom now. This is my first ever post on this site, I’ve been on it for approximately two minutes now so if I mess up the tagging or whatever, just tell me please.

Anyway-

Sonnet 1

It all started when Vox sat in his tower

Quite bored, couch-sitting with Val and Velvette

He sat there contemplating Alastor’s power

Determined to have him in his clutches yet.

“There has to be a way,” his fury erupted,

“To topple his throne, get him here, make him pay.”

Val and Vel ignored him uninterrupted

These outbursts were common, the same day by day.

He rounded on them with a terrible groan.

“Listen to me, I need to defeat him.

But he has friends, I need friends of my own.

Let’s plot, scheme, plan something not on a whim.”

Vel looked up finally, sighing she says,

“You work on waves, so does he. Disrupt his.”

Sonnet 2

Vox posture relaxed, he was taken aback,

Their contributions were few and far between.

His obsession and his verbal attacks

They encouraged not and did not intervene.

But this was a plan, and not a half-bad one

He mused, pacing, thanking Vel as he went.

He had to start planning and get that plan done

With Alastor gone, he would be content.

But how to disrupt the Radio Demon

And kick him off of his own radio waves?

He would be stopped before he could even begin

Fighting head-on would be making his grave.

Then he stopped pacing, revelation struck

With a signal-blocking device, Al would be stuck!

Sonnet 3

Vox rushed his room, plugged his head in with glee

To make a device both subtle and strong

Until too late, Alastor shouldn’t see

This half-planned device that could do no wrong

Surely Vel and Val still sat grateful

That Vox’s obsession was turned to his work

To make a device that could be so fateful

They relaxed finally, still bored, jobs shirked.

But Vox was still tense as he worked without tire

Building programs, deleting, scrapping it all

Every click of the keyboard had passion of fire

Perfection was key, no wrong big or small.

Finally, after hours of hard toil,

It was done, complete, his work long-last assoiled.

Sonnet 4

Now to enact his plan most effective

He sent off a drone to infiltrate the hotel

It would, with luck, complete his objective,

Do what has failed prior for all of Hell.

He cackled with mirth as he set the drone free,

It had quite the girth as it sailed red skies

Precious cargo aboard, worth all can see.

Vox watched it from earth with stars in his eye.

It attached, like a fly, to the hotel wall

Its camera eye glinted as it drilled way inside

Then scuttled, a spider, scurrying down the hall

Sneakily slithered, snakelike, to where Alastor did reside.

Finally it breached, the mighty little bug,

Alastor’s room. It buried in a rug.

Sonnet 5

They waited, Bug and Vox, for Alastor

Anticipation nearly swallowed them whole.

But he came, cane clicking, as Bug ticked and whirred

It was quiet, Vox made sure to control.

Alastor stopped, his smile frozen in place

While both Bug and Vox stayed frozen in seats.

Did he notice Bug, which invaded his space?

Or would Vox’s mission be long-last complete?

Then he looked down to where Bug was hidden.

Vox’s brain-child, his brain-egg he freely exposed

To Alastor’s brain-sperm of thought, unbidden

They made Bug jointly, their joining predisposed.

He looked at the floor and gave a soft hum

And he plucked Bug between his forefinger and thumb.

Sonnet 6

“Why hello Vox, I am aware, my old friend,

Your spying, that’s old, that, I can allow,

But my room is a reach you cannot extend.

Arrive prompt, and by prompt I mean now.”

Bug chittered, scared, as Vox nervously sweat.

They were caught, no escape, their plan had failed.

Vox teleported there, his match had been met

Saw poor Bug trapped in Al’s grasp and he paled.

“I just want to talk, no harm meant I swear.

You know spying, for me, often crosses lines.

There were limits? I was not made aware.

I can go now, leave you and your confines.”

“No, you wanted to talk, let’s talk right here. ”

“I should leave, I’ve invaded your space, that’s clear.”

Sonnet 7

Then, with no hesitation, he dropped Bug

Who made a “ting” on the hard wood floor

For Alastor had moved the soft, plush rug

Crushed Vox’s work underfoot, destroyed forevermore.

It was a threat, that much was made glaring

No time to mourn, now Vox had to think fast-

Why would they talk? They made an odd pairing-

To cover his lie and escape un-harrassed

So quickly he blurted what came to mind

“I’m in love with you, I don’t want to fight.”

Alastor laughed loud, then rudely declined

On his heel turned, left, and turned out the light.

And Vox was left sitting, alone, in the room

Sonnets are about love, but this one is gloom.

[inominati]

"If a child cannot fight to protect his mother when she needs it, what right does he have to call himself her son?"

NAME: Igor Haft AFFILIATION: Belobog SPECIES: human

GENERAL TAG | HEADCANONS

Verses / AUs

Past/Canon Verse: Any threads set in his canon timeline, which means 700-ish years ago.

Igorsicle: I'm going to take some inspiration from Mar//vel here. Either upon his return to Jarilo-VI their ship crashed and Igor was encased in magical ice, which I'm going to think up in detail at a later stage (March style) or this happened during the following battle with the Antimatter Legion/through the Stellaron's Eternal Freeze. During their research of his history and the events back then, his ship/body is discovered and a new search begins for a way to wake him up, since his body and brain are well-preserved and technically still alive. (In this verse he has lost his metal arm / it is malfunctioning and needs to be replaced at some point.)

A Brave Old World: Possibility for an AU in which the Alliance agreed to help Jarilo-VI. This could allow for some interactions during that time and then

eventually still lead to the planet being invaded again afterwards so it doesn't mess up canon timeline

Jarilo-VI is saved and develops very differently from how we know it

they're too late and the world is invaded before they get there. In which case Igor might return to the Luofu with Jing Yuan because what point is there in staying on a destroyed world, even if he would want to die alongside his fallen friends [perhaps at the time Belobog was not accessible and they believed everyone to be dead]

Dynamics & Ships Overview

Once developed here will be a list of dynamics that are important to my portrayal of Igor, including familial, platonic and romantic relationships but also potential enemies or rivals.

[rotzaprachim]

ok have a cassian and Vel fic a mon and bix fic and a kleya and cassian fic that will all be wildly non canon by tomorrow but it was. I have been invaded by thoughts and Images

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Statistical Outliers

Part 7 of drabble. I'm calling it. I'm just writing them long now. Also, this one has Valentino and Angel, just as a heads up. Nothing graphic but a warning. Also a little suggestive because, again, Valentino.

“Welcome to the show everybody! Hope everyone’s been having a marvelous week!”

Vox spun in his chair, greeted to the captive audience behind his televisions. The morning show was a fan favorite, always has been. Honestly, he takes a lot of pride in it. It’s just him for the most part, spouting off whatever relevant nonsense there was for the time. He gave a brief recap of what was going on in the world above, something he had to sneak in from sources that actually went up there. If he got a few details wrong, eh, no big deal. It’s not like anyone can fact check him down here anyways. For the newly introduced to Hell, it was a good way to grab their attention. And that only meant more viewers in the long run.

“Coffee’s done.”

The kid ran over into his monitor room, pulling his attention away from his cyber studio for a moment. The smell of warm coffee jumped up to greet him, and he gladly took it off the kid’s hands. Ah, as perfect as last time.

“Still a crap cup of coffee.” He said. The kid didn’t believe him anymore. He just swayed happily in place as Vox kept taking sips.

He kind of wanted to squeeze the ever loving hell of out him. He settled for roughing up the top of his fur.

“Hey, I just fixed that!” He tried to bat back the invading assault, but Vox had much bigger hands and a much longer reach. There was little he could do.

“Yeah? Complain to someone who cares.”

The programs went on, switching from news, to commercials, to the morning sitcoms. He noticed the kid paying attention to his spy drones’ footage, of his fellow hotel mates dragging themselves out to go look for him again. Alastor noticed the camera. He posed for it, the smiley freak. He flicked the footage away, switching it to the camera just outside.

Velvette was there, pacing. She was deciding how she wanted to start this, Vox knew. Was she going to try for the innocent act? Was she going to storm in raging? She had a hundred different faces for her followers, but Vox fell for exactly zero of them.

Delighted, he took another sip of coffee.

“Don’t say a word.” He told the kid.

Bang! Bang!

“Vox! Open the fucking door, now!” Brattish it is then! Wonder how long she’ll keep it up. “And fix the fucking Wi-Fi! It’s been buggy all day!”

“Be there in a moment, Vel!” He lied. “Still running some new security features into the mainframe. The Wi-Fi will probably be a little spotty for a while!”

“Ugh!” She screamed. “Is my toy in there with you? I couldn’t do my morning post without him!”

Vox rolled his eyes playfully. The kid had to cover a laugh with a hand.

“Yeah, he’s here! Not to worry, I’m taking good care of him until your done with all those projects you’ve got!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Give him back right fucking now! He’s mine! You gave him to me!”

“And I’m just taking him off your hands until you’re less distracted, Vel! If you have more than enough time for pranks, surely you can finish those clothes for Val, draw up plans for the next season, and throw out a few more ads for our products.” Act like a child, don’t be surprised when you’re treated like one.

His sharks have taken a special interest in the kid, and not in the ‘I want to eat it’ way. It was rare that Vox let someone into his space for long. Even Vel and Val were only momentary intruders. Sure, they saw them in the conference room, but they tended to ignore them since nothing fun ever came from the conference room. The kid couldn’t have been more enchanted by his vicious friends. He didn’t touch the acrylic on Vox’s orders, but he was getting as close as he could and ogling.

“Vee, come on! That’s not fair!” She called out, a little more pained this time.

Ah, already switched from ‘Vox’ to ‘Vee’. The Wi-Fi thing must really be bothering her.

“Can’t be helped! Not to worry, the update is almost done.” He lied again.

He gazed out into the sea of his audience. Many of them had those headphones of his, quite a few of them had the eared version. Some odder cases seemed to be trying to make the standard one look like those special editions, but the ears were wrong and didn’t glow right. He noticed though another new fad popping up. Long shirts and oversized hoodies with homemade designs on them, especially running up the arms. In particular, different tread marks seemed to be of interest. Huh. One look at the kid explained that one.

It wasn’t widespread yet, but he could see the pattern before it emerged. Velvette would pick it up in no time, patent it, and let it sell like hotcakes. Well, best let her get started on it then.

“Darling,” Velvette’s voice was much softer this time. He did always like being called ‘darling’. Something about it just rubbed the right way. “please open the door? The prank was just a stupid-”

The doors opened themselves. The kid gave him a look, a joke hiding behind his lips. Vox quietly shushed him.

“My dear, I’m sorry about the wait. You know how absorbed I get into things.” He said, swinging his chair around as she walked up the catwalk. “The update should be done now. Let me know how it works.”

She checked her phone for a second, then brought herself back to look at him.

“You’re not still mad? Right?”

“I wasn’t mad to begin with! Only concerned. Can’t have my best girl stressing herself out and pulling herself too thin. Next time, if you have an issue, just bring it up. You know I’ve got a fix for everything. Especially ways to de-stress.”

With that, he snapped his fingers. His former technician that had been dangling above the shark tank, paralyzed by a complete excess of volts running his system, was unceremoniously dropped. The kid pulled back in silent horror as the man was quickly ripped to pieces. He looked like he was going to hurl. That’s what you get for mistaking his sharks as friendly dogs, he wanted to tease.

Velvette watched with half interest. Then, from the blue, she jumped up and kissed the side of his face. Her black lipstick left an obvious mark, but she didn’t wipe it away. Must be feeling slightly possessive then, he assumed. She pulled him in for a quick pic, being sure to get the kid in the background looking around the room. She didn’t post it though, instead made it her new screensaver.

She was still for just a moment, then she stole his coffee mug and took a sip.

“Ugh, Vee, you have the worst taste in coffee.”

Velvette was the type to go to a coffee store and make the barista regret ever getting up in the morning. If she was at the bar, she was just as bad to the bartender, especially if the drink didn’t look good enough for Voxtagram. His tastes were a lot more simple. Nothing he drank ever made her happy. She still insisted on trying it though, almost every time. Lipstick stains on his mug and his face, she was finally content enough to head out.

“Cutie pie, come on! We’ve got work to do. Val’s whores aren’t going to dress themselves.” She called the kid over with a flick of her finger. He didn’t immediately follow. Instead, a silent exchange happened between him and Vox.

Yeah, go with her. She’s fine.

And he bounded after her.

When the door closed again, Vox took to his chair. Vel’s lipstick added a sweetness to his drink that wasn’t there before. He always liked how it tasted, but maybe next time not in his coffee. Before him, Hell kept turning. The morning news gave way to the TV specials and his reality shows. ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?’ was showcasing a double feature, two sisters and one guy. He’s not sure if they were going to kill each other first or their so-called man.

Whatever the case, he scrolled through some of his other work in the meantime. A few inventors tossed ideas up to him, hoping to gain favor and get their products endorsed by the biggest tech name in Hell. Most of them were scams, and not even well-hidden ones. He put a special tab on these ones and set them aside. He had a special show for those types, one where he, Velvette, and Valentino sit in hotseats, picking apart people’s designs and ideas. Vox already did all the work behind the scenes. He knew which ones were worth the investment. It made for good television whenever all three of them seemed to agree that an idea was great, and it also was just as good when an idea was so bad that they dropped the presenter into the tank below.

It made everyone feel like they had a shot at getting a contract with the big bosses, if you were willing to bet it all.

And, personally, he always loved watching them squirm, even when he knew he wanted the product.

It wasn’t too long later that he decided that he really ought to check on Alastor’s loser squad. Now that the kid was gone and he didn’t have to see the sad eyes, he brought it back up.

He nearly had a heart attack.

Alastor’s malicious sneer was dangerously close to one of his drones, too close for the camera to survive the onslaught of his dark magic.  Symbols and green wisps of evil started to strangle the life out of the little machine. Al’s yellow teeth contorted like a snake and goblin shark hybrid.

“Hello, old pal.”

Vox disconnected the drone. He just completely shut it down, dragged the code from the mainframe. If he even tried hacking in, the whole system would fight to push him out, considering it the same as a virus.

Everything is fine, Vox. You’re fine. Deep breaths.

The kid’s still here. He’s fine. He’s with Velvette.

…but just to be safe.

He found him right by Vel’s side, holding a bunch of clothes in his arms as they climbed down the levels in the elevator. See? He’s fine. Nothing bad’s going to-

Wait. Were they going to Val’s studio?

He spat out his coffee. Vel? What were you doing? You can’t take him in there with all those…well, Val’s people.

It got worse. It got so much worse. Because Angel Dust was there early, already on set and already ready to jump into that sultry little dress Vel made for the movie poster.

Oh, no. No, no! Bad! Very bad!

Vel, do something! Get him out of there! Wha-! No! Don’t just walk away! That dime store whore doesn’t not need your attention as much as the kid does right now!

Vel walked off to dress the girls, leaving the kid holding a great big pile of clothes, in the middle of Val’s set. Angel Dust looked like he had the wind dragged from his sails. Even the makeup could only do so much to cover up too many sleepless nights. He dragged his feet and sat down in his studio chair, a sigh ripping from him.

“You know, I really wish on days like these that I wasn’t trying to stay sober.”

Apparently, those big ears weren’t just for show. Despite everyone else in the room, and the smooth music, and the re-wind of Val and his director’s cut of the film, the kid lit up.

“Angel?”

The spider reacted like someone just shot something hard straight to his brain, like he might be concerned he was going crazy. All eight eyes sprung wide as the kid put the clothes down on a nearby loveseat.

“Drift! Oh my God! You’re alive! Holy shit!” He leapt up, arms open wide to grab him.

Panic leapt into his chest. He didn’t know the specifics of Val’s deal. Did it only apply if Vox handed him over? Did it only mean they had to ‘try’ to find the kid? What did he specifically mean about the return policy? There were too many ‘ifs’. Far too many for Vox to let this go any further.

He tore into the wires, moving as fast as possible. Lightning could move almost as fast as light could. Even following the current, Vox made it in more than enough time to rip right out of the nearby camera and directly in between the two of them.

All around, everything buzzed. The lights flickered. His rush left a small wake of rumbling sound, echoing with the acoustics of this place. He kept a smile plastered to his face, but anyone could tell it was more of a threat.

Angel, surprisingly, jumped straight from shock to rage.

“You motherfucker-!”

“Now, now.” Vox started. “Let’s not do or say anything you might regret.”

“Ah, Angelcakes! I see you’ve met our newest little pet project.” Val sauntered over from his director’s chair, stepping up behind Vox. His four arms dipped down. Two of them grabbed the kid by the shoulders, keeping him snugly in place. The other two played with his face, grabbing his muzzle much too hard and forcing him to look up at him. “He’s just adorable. The perfect little plaything.”

The kid was shaking. He couldn’t struggle from Val’s grasp, and he’s not even sure how much he could breath with Val holding his face like that. Worse, how Val had said that. Even to Vox, it sounded wrong.

Which is so weird, because he knew that Valentino had no interest in kids, ever. Not because he was bothered by it or something, but more so because kids weren’t ‘sexy’.

That didn’t change the fact that, that had creeped the fuck out of Vox.

And if it had creeped Vox out, he can only imagine what Angel’s mind jumped to. Soul contract be damned, Angel looked ready to tear Val’s face off.

“If you touched that kid, I swear to god-”

“Val.” Vox interjected. His new speakers drowned out any other sound in the place, including the rest of Angel’s little rant, just in the nick of time. “A word. Alone.”

Valentino was a little too pleased with himself. He put the kid down slowly before directing Angel back to the set. The whisp of smoke formed a chain for a second, tethered to the spider’s neck.

“Sit right there and don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute.”

While Val was doing that, Vox leaned down to the kid quickly.

“You okay?”

“He can’t do that to Angel.” He argued, coughing as he wrung his hands by the harsh lines now imprinted on his neck.

“He can do whatever he wants to Angel. He owns him.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Fair or not, Angel’s an adult. He made his own decision.” Did he really believe that? Sort of, consent was always questionable with addicts. “But if you don’t want to get him or yourself into worse trouble, don’t move. Don’t go to Angel. Just stay right here until I get back.”

It destroyed him on the inside, Vox could see that. All he wanted to do was run over and check on his friend. But, thankfully, it seemed like he trusted Vox’s judgement enough to heed his warning. He stayed still, tail pulling between his legs as the surrounding employees just seemed to notice what was going on.

Vox gestured for Val to follow him to Angel’s dressing room. It was mostly soundproof, for obvious reasons, which made it ideal for what Vox had in mind. Val strolled in, but not before giving one last look between the two hotel mates. It made Angel’s skin crawl again.

“What is it, Vox? Can’t you see I’ve got things handled?”

Handled? That was what he counted as ‘handled’?

He slammed the door shut behind him, shocking Valentino.

“Oh, Val. What do you think you’re doing?”

Reflexively, the moth backed up a bit. His antenna flicked in alarm. Vox could be scary when he was angry. And when he was truly pissed?

“I was…I was…” The words seemed to die on his tongue for a moment. “I was securing an asset. I want Angel back and you’re getting too attached to that brat and-”

“You want Angel back?” His voice warped as he stepped too close to Val, where he had no room left to back up. “Is that really what you want?”

“Um…yes?” He sounded uncertain now.

Vox’s teeth bared too wide to seem friendly.

“No, Val.” He said, his voice coming back down. “You don’t want that.”

“Yes, I-!”

He grabbed his collar, pulling him down to Vox’s height for the time being.

“No, you don’t. You don’t want to force him back like that. You want to prove him right? That the only reason he is here was because he had to be? No. He should want to come back to you.” His harsh grip turned softer, claws combing through and dancing towards the line of his neck. Val gulped.

“You want him on his hands and knees. You want him begging to be back in your arms.” While his one hand teased, and plucked the first button off Valentino’s shirt, his other hand wrapped around. He dug into the flesh of his back, just by the base of his spine. Val squeaked and dragged himself closer.

“But…but the kid-”

He chuckled.

“Were you worried I forgot about you? You?” Vee tower was his plaything. It was all an extension of him. Like an arm, he could twitch the nerves to pull as he pleased. Holographic screens played across the walls. The whole room beamed with light, before flicking to different scenes.

Valentino posing for a shoot. Valentino with blood on his hands and fresh gun smoke in the air. Valentino stretched out across his lounge, counting his money. Valentino laid out on Vox’s sheets, inviting him over with a lick of the lips.

“You’re a star, Val. My star. You think there’s ever a moment I’m not watching you? You think that there’s another soul in this decrepit place as intoxicating as you?”

Valentino eating his chocolates a little too slow. Valentino ruthlessly tearing apart a rival. Valentino dancing around the room in the morning wearing Vox’s robes.

“There’s no one like you, Val. And there’s no one that can take my gaze off you.”

He pulled down, dragging him into a dip. Instinctively, Val’s legs flew up to wrap around Vox. His whole body shuttered with delight as poison dripped hungerly down his face.

“Oh, you’ve ruined me.” Valentino said, almost groaning. Vox knew he’d be thinking about this and only this for the rest of the day. His arms interlocked around Vox’s neck.

“Not yet. Maybe tonight. But I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about me not keeping my eyes on you.” Vox teased.

The way Val was looking at him now, the minute they started making out no other work would be achievable today. And, if Vox had it his way, Val wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards.

“Now, we really have to do something about yours and Angel’s new deal.”

“Oh, screw that. He can come back when he begs for it.”

That’s exactly what Vox wanted to hear.

…

Composing himself to look somewhat professional was harder than he expected. Val had messed up his jacket in his pursuit for purchase on his back. He’d also messed up his bowtie, something he’d unfortunately neglected to notice until after the kid gave him a funny look.

“Angelcakes, back to shooting.” Val directed with a wave of his cigarette.

Angel’s face dropped in panic.

“Val, the deal. What about our deal? You’re supposed to give the kid back!”

“Correction.” Vox interrupted. “The deal was if I found the kid, and I gave him to Val to give to you, then you’d come back to work, fulltime.” He went over the specifics with Val right before walking back in. He was a stickler for wording. “And I don’t feel like handing him over to anyone.”

He walked up behind the kid and, purposefully, put his hands on his shoulders a little tight.

“I think I’ll keep him.”

The spider’s eyes all focused on Vox, fury rising in his throat.

“You think that I’d just let that happen? Oh, Smiles has been wantin’ an excuse to knock your head off. Just wait till I tell ‘em.”

“Nobody is telling anyone, anything.” Val mentioned.

“Oh yeah?” Angel challenge back.

“Oh, yeah.” Val confirmed. “If you try anything, there won’t be a kid left to rescue, Angelcakes.”

The kid was being so well behaved, mouth zipped tight. Angel could assume from what Val said that Vox had his contract, and the kid’s attitude only played into it. Was it worth the risk of the kid getting his soul ripped apart?

Angel’s face fell.

Yeah, didn’t think so.

Then, surprising Vox, the kid ran over and grabbed Angel in a hug.

“It’s okay.” He swore. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”

A few tears slipped out Angel’s face, especially when they had to let go. Vox snapped his fingers, and the kid ran to his side again.

“We’re leaving.” He said. If Vel wanted him back, he could pick him up from Vox’s room again. Val blew him a kiss as they walked back into the lift.

When the doors closed, a weight pulled off his shoulders.

“Thank you.” The kid looked up at him, and odd truthfulness to his words that shook something in the core of Vox’s head.

“…for what?”

“For saving my friend. I’m not…it’s not worth the price he’d have to pay.” He pursed his lips. “And he never would’ve let me go unless you made him. So…thank you.”

Despite himself, a grin pressed to his face.

“I didn’t do it for him. Maybe I’m getting used to the annoying buzzing sound of your voice. It’d be a shame to get rid of it now.”

Oh, fuck me. The kid was happy now. Cuteness aggression was a bitch. He kinda felt like squeezing him until he popped.

“I like your voice too.”

He grabbed his muzzle and playfully closed it.

“Shut up, kid.”  

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10

[rejaytionships]

🌺 about me! 🌺

[last updated 2025/05/21]

hi! i'm austin (+ some others), i'm 24, and i prefer they/them as a static pronoun set but am fine with he/she as well if you like to alternate around!

my main blog is @linneastarron and i'll interact from there

i've been selfshipping since around 2007, but i didn't make a selfship blog until early 2022, so howdy!

i've got sooo many f/os and they tend to fluctuate in level of severity, but my overall main romantic f/os are

bill (pokemon) - married since 2024/08/30

boba fett (star wars); also polyshipped with sintas vel and fennec shand

kanan jarrus + hera syndulla (star wars)

emmet (pokemon)

albert wesker (resident evil); also polyshipped with excella gionne

bubba sawyer (texas chain saw massacre, 1974)

tim wright (marble hornets)

father (kids next door)

professor membrane (invader zim)

bill and boba are the only f/os i'm iffy on sharing, but if you have a tag i can block on my worse days then idc LOL also i tend to mirror sharing so if you like to share then i really like sharing too :3 and that tends to override any possessiveness i'd potentially have

i don't forbid minors from following/interacting (and i might follow back) but i'm a lot more comfortable interacting with adults (18+), so please don't take it personally if we don't talk much!

here are some important links!

my full f/o list (including [queer]platonic and familial selfships)

my selfship tags

my selfship fics

my posts

recommended selfship artists

my comm info

i hope i can meet some cool new people in the community! ^^

[disneyanddisneyships]

I need you and your friend to know that I read so much of your posts every day that I dreamt of your Hazbin OC last night. Like, Emma, Mal and co, I don't remember everyone. I don't think they looked like you guys imagined them ? But I knew it was them. I also wanted to send you guys a message like "WHY ARE YOUR OC HERE ???" (I somehow was aware they were not supposed to be here) but then Vox fell on me because Lucifer hit him with a golf club (??????) and my phone broke. His daughter filmed everything, posted it in Voxtagram and became bestfriend with Vel thanks to that.

Also Lilith was there at some point but I don't remember what she said. So much more happened but sorry I already forgot most of the dream 😭

This is beautiful.

@gyubby99 were invading people's subconscious

[mtg-player1]

Norwegian newspapers and "pressestøtte"

[unchronological introduction: basically I started this as a "how does the state pay newspapers" but it also is a description of a couple notable Norwegian newspapers, or rather, the ones the state considers notable, but also don't have enough money I think. introduction end, enjoy the "me actively researching while writing" format]

i was looking into something else, but now I'm confused by how newspapers in Norway work.

I already knew the average newspaper is owned by a political party. or like, is related to one. and many, if not all, have a clear center geographically. - NRK is kinda the exception to both, but they basically just have different geographical sections, and they're supposed to be politically independent afaik. (obviously excluding debate articles).

But then I saw some newspaper talking about (not getting) "pressestøtte", which is like, monitory support from the state to the press. and so, I asked myself why they weren't getting it.

[this is long, but it should be formatted well so I hope someone reads this lol]

the requirements are apparently:

[Norwegian to keep the wording]

produksjonen har dagspressekarakter,

har en ansvarlig redaktør,

tar betalt fra leseren og

selger mesteparten av opplaget til abonnenter.

Videre settes det krav til opplagets størrelse

og hvor ofte avisen kommer ut

[translation]

the production (i.e. newspaper) has the character of a daily newspaper

has a responsible editor

takes payment from the reader (i.e. it costs money)

sells most of the papers* to subscribers

Furthermore, requirements are set for the size of the circulation*

and how often it's released

*(translation note: I can't translate this confidently because I don't understand it, but its like what they print, not sure if "size" is pages or number of papers)

considering they said "how often" (Norwegian : hvor ofte) as the last point I think they meant that the news are about current events when they said "the character of a daily newspaper" (Norwegian: dagspressekarakter)

so I took this info from this subjekt.no article, but it's probably just a law, I'll cite that when I'm on PC.

but yeah, they go on to point out this:

There are a total of eight newspapers that receive more than NOK 10 million, while three newspapers receive between NOK 5 and ten million. In total, these 11 newspapers receive more than NOK 220 million in 2021.

The others - a total of about 140 newspapers - share the rest, i.e. NOK 140 million.

(the conversion rate for most major cash to NOK is like 10 NOK = 1 [insert valuta], but lately NOK has been weakened, so it's more like 12 to 1 € etc)

this is not the only monitary support newspapers and such get, but it's like a big one, if I understood correctly.

I don't know exactly how to translate this section but basically you see a name then the amount they get

Klassekampen får cirka 42 millioner kroner. Bergensavisen får 35 millioner kroner. Dagsavisen får nesten 35 millioner kroner. Vårt land får 31 millioner kroner. Nationen får 21 millioner kroner. Dagen får i underkant av 18 millioner kroner. Fiskeribladet får nesten 12 millioner kroner, og Morgenbladet får vel 11 millioner kroner.

[disclaimer for the below statements, I used Wikipedia as a source, the articles seem well-made (especially the tone), but obviously they're not guaranteed to be flawless.]

[second sidenote: I decided not to talk about the WW2 stuff, but obviously when the nazis (upon the request of the Norwegian traitor Vidkun Quisling) invaded/controlled/operated in Norway they made certain newspapers illegal (Norwegian: illegale, as opposed to ulovlig), or every? idk. but yeah. that's a whole 'nother thing. ] [also: Norway in WW2? I'm probably massively misinformed (i.e. seeing Norway in an overly positive light) due to my biggest source of info being the Norwegian education system]

Klassekampen is a leftist newspaper, "the class struggle" / "the class fight" / "the class war". according to Wikipedia they were started as a marxist-leninist paper (not clear whether they're still that, I don't know enough to determine that). they used to belong to the socialist people's party, now they're owned by the party called red (rødt/raudt). they have people in Oslo (capital, east), Bergen (second largest city, west) and Trondheim (third largest city, middle). but yeah, they get the most from this system, 42 million Norwegian krowns (kroner / kr / crowns / NOK).

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Bergensavisen is an explicitly local newspaper, "Bergen newspaper". often shortened to BA, originally titled "Bergens Workers magazine" (Bergens Arbeiderblad). The newspaper was originally belonging to the party that has since been divided into NKP (unpopular communist party, zero seats nationally, some local), and AP (recently less popular and more centre, but previously very popular left party, currently in charge nationally together with the protectionistic centre party SP, previously known as the farmers party). That was a mouthful, but yeah. they get 35 million NOK.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Next up, Dagsavisen, "daily newspaper" / "day paper". Oslo newspaper. it has been owned by various unions (fag-foreninger / subject-area organizations) historically. This party was also owned by the party that used to be NKP & AP, but this one got kept by AP, because there was little communism (Leninism/ML) in Oslo. If I understood correctly they've been party independent since 1999.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023. sidenote: this article is long as fuck (in Norwegian at least) so I barely included a fraction of what it says. also there's some repetition cause there's a lot of shared ownerships between these, at least historically]

Vårt land, "our country" (technically could also mean "our land"). this one's a christian newspaper. the Wikipedia doesn't say much more. Their recent news are mostly related to church election thing. And they use viking symbolism in their logo, according to them it's to represent freedom. They're owned by mentor media.

[sources: Wikipedia (barely), their website. september second 2023 still]

Nationen, "the nation" is a newspaper that describes themselves as the districts' (i.e the less populated parts of the country)'s business paper. they have offices in Oslo, Trondheim and a lot of freelancers. They used to be owned by SP (centre party, previously the farmer's party). they're politically independent, and focus on district politics (as mentioned, this basically just means non-city politics, places people live far from each other), agriculture, food production and food security, business and the EU. they used to be right leaning, but now their against centralization, moving from villages and EU-membership. I think that still means SP-like in terms of politics, usually considered centre on the political spectrum and protectionistic. (all/most leftist parties in Norway are against the EU cause of worker's rights* & Norway first thinking).

*an example is that leftist parties like Red don't want temporary employment. (which they managed to work against in the Fylke (political area) around Oslo (Viken) within builders. basically workers (employees) over customers/demand/economics/capitalism.

oh and btw if you're not aware, Norway is currently in EØS/EEA which is like EU-light. basically we get to say no to laws we don't want (for our country only), but we don't get to vote.

[link to the Wikipedia article & Store Norske leksikon [big Norwegian lexicon/encyclopedia] or the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023. definition of "district" is from SNL (lexicon).]

Dagen "the day" is a christian newspaper from Bergen. originally made by like two (christian) missionary groups. They are also active in politics. (but don't belong to the christian party (KrF)).

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Fiskeribladet, "the fishing magazine" is a fishing magazine, a "coastal business magazine" (fishing, it's fishing, it's just fishing, and economics & politics of fishing) for the entire country. they print papers thrice a week, but online it's daily.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Morgenbladet, 'the morning magazine' is a national weekly newspaper for society, culture, debate and research. [direct quote from Wikipedia]. Owned by Mentor media. an old newspaper (like many others on the list). It's a right-leaning paper, being run by Christian Friele for a bit (the Friele name is also a coffee brand and a gay activist's (like 100 years later), it's very Bergen, originating in Germany (Hansa and that) (I still don't know if they're related though)). They seem to be associated with the Steinar philosophy (steiner schools as such, which are freer schools, basically organize your time yourself, but they're private to be clear, people who go there are considered weird by the mainstream) (there are few of those, 43 total in Norway) (apperantly known as "Waldorf schools" other places).

sorry this went on tangents I have been writing this for like 2 hours idk.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

translation note: there's technically "magasin" which means "magazine", but "blad" is also kinda magazine. "avis" is newspaper. "blad" I think can be both idk.

[lautoc]

Garmilas language dictionary by me

this language belongs to the series Space battleship Yamato

_ there's th accusative because Japanese has the "wo" particle

I, me = il; accusative = ilk

my = iln

we = milon; accusative = miloh

our = milok

you singular plural = beh; accusative = belo

your = behk

he, she = zel; accusative = zeno

his, her = zes

it: 👇

dach = non-human lifeform

gach = object

di = abstract idea

bor = natural phenomenon

da = vehicle

ru = land, nation

ilt, kharma, do = thing

karma, kharma = this, it

torma = that

kharon = here

bashum = who, where

bashuk = what, why, how

bakehr = learn, repair, fix

balmes = shoot, launch (things bigger than a weapon)

bals = shoot, Fire!

beharak = fail, lose

zobak = to see, look

bera = repeat

berlaze = to like, to love

beysrak = eat, cut down, clear

bis = to be (in somewhere)

zes = to be, to exist, am, are

bor-ock/ bor ock = go back home

brauk = drink

dorfohk = expanse, spread

dorlein = prepare to

ehre = know

czvak = take, take away

etbat = use

etlade = throw, projection

deg = invade

del = spin, go around

ferdek = to have, possess

fohk = to open

fruk = be scared, fear

gang = to thank

garohl = advance

grag = -let, force

greyk = think

hap = get, grab

haptuk = arrest, capture, kidnap

ljud = to flow

jave = stop

mapatek = let, abandon, dospose of

ministak = to process, handle

negenroll = resist, struggle

orledin = hit, to land

ornied = run away, escape

paltas = understand; paltasvelg = hard to underdstand; paltasvel = easy to understand

plafye = walk

reze = to line up, column, formation, battle line

roffok = judge, punish

rohl = to fight, to battle

rumak = to leave

satik, djuratun = divide

ses = to go

signak = climb, get on

spatek = to lose (things)

tebo = to call

tosas = get close, approach

val = jump

verebor = to report

verna = fix, to be sorry, appologize

vual = dive

yan = reunite

yanma = collect, obtain

yarol = to act

yarolilt = will(ing)

zaak = give permission, allow, forgive

zak = follow

zakarak = do an act, move, action

zakarak, yarol, ministak = to conduct

askant = friend, partner

beshekies = ambassador, messenger, diplomat

beshek = diplomacy

degies = invader

det = enemy

ershtuk = prisoner

gash = command, boss, general, superior officer

gash, urobolk = command

gashzal = admiral

gra = war prisoner

hynne = witch

junavelgries = opportunist

Phuzeron = president, supreme leader

san = saint

shukren = major. captain

signakies = crewmate, crew

arczneye = war treaty

bikwo = permission

juk = government (abbreviation: j k)

kharniel = freedom, right (law)

lien = law

merauzel = preliminars

oklan = firendship, close

rieha = planet, world

rohlant = base, headquarters

ruha = land, nation

zibo = language, say, speak, tell

dels = battle

balsilt = shooting (battlefield shooting non-stop)

delsjave = cease fire

delszohl = combat group

detstak = enemy front line

gohstrate = Fleet Review

pribelt = high priority, first

rutas = clear, sunny

zasel = to monitor, pursuit, chase

zeen = to live, survive

zeba = to end, finish

zveniye = to step on

legens = should, must, have to

plegens = no need

melegens = we should, must, have to

reza = please!

preza = please don't!!

yes = zah

no = datt

stak = face, front

alkosh = sealed

alyoka = to cover, cloth

zohl = troop

durega =

nelin= but

holan = and also

alsa = alone

festele = to welcome

bash = like

dena = guys, all of

juna = political

deyn = great

dosh = heavy

feyahv = fast

kyul = cool, cold

mag = own

melberlaze = be loved

p'rauzel = wrong

rauzel = correct, right

rileh = far

rud = be noble

aln = once

bass, priez = now

berij = preferably, rather

era = moreover, an/other

nida = immediately

kash = up, above, high hierarchy

tash = down, low hierarchy

melve = from the heart

vel = good, well

veldan = clearly, obvious

vesta = before

del-sek = orbit

fiel = satellite, moon

salezar = sun, star, tomorrow

beitzuruska = sky, heaven

bira = river

falg = fog

fapli = wind

faplilt = flavour, taste

isk = island

meria = sea, ocean

fokt = fox

illas = monkey

Fun fact: Garmilas means monkeys from Galman

khaniechi = rabbit, bunny

kral = cat, kitty

behotz = heart

kia = hand

leese = soul

stak = face, front

vie = arm

zas = mouth

zaim = time

eschlaf = year

gek = seconds (time)

zeba = to end, to finish, end

zea = start, begin

gehstak, geskatak = curse

skahzi = scratch, damage

vind = to connect, bound

defriene = peace, silence; era defriene = holiday

flevkaroniel = fate, destiny

Galten! = thank you

gardola = glory

olnem = danger, problem, issue

suit = important, is need, crucial

askant = partner, friend

degies = invader, intruder

dopf = botton

drig = machine

fapli-alyoka = windshield

salmah, ferdis = war tank

fohkilt = cancellation, termination, end of some event

gah = aircraft

gesh-daal = wave energy

geshtam = dimension

kver = war/ship

kyul = cool, cold

gesh-vual = dimension diving

kbahdin = fuel, etanol

kliva = caution, warning

luvza = airtight

migo = reflection, mirror

rilehnebis = long range/distance

shtom = power supply/source, book

tekesta = to rescue

val = aviation, flight, fly

yuhzen = jat

bolmen = bomb

bolmen-don-rieha = interplanetary ballistic missile

czrobak = recoinaissance aircraft

kelpitz = patrol

dels-valgah = fighter jet

dosh-bolmegah = heavy bomber

drig-vam = machine gun

vam = gun, cannon

vamzas = enemy line/defense

fieze-valgah = thunder machine

gesh-daal-vam = wave motion guhn

ghadizak = aircraft carrier

gief = weapon

migo-vieha = reflection satellite

orzjof = strike

vezah = beam

tam = hour

ruspiel = era

kolm = l.y.

na = number

1 al

2 beo

3 nel

4 zi

5 gal

6 gig

7 zek

8 pak

9 pea

0 zeo

10 kes

Zah!! di zes lept zeba.

Neu eschlaf beln gardola!

[indulgentnine]

Wait...that destruction that occurred when the Hellhounds invaded Ozzie's club...Vel, for the love of god, don't tell me you did that?

You know the shit you did if you were the one who sent those Hellhounds, don't you?

"To be fair, it was more than hounds, love," Velvette confirms, not even hiding that she had sent the flash mob to Asmodeus' club in retaliation. "Pretty sure there were some imps and succubi and whatnot in there, too."

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Got some really aesthetic shots of Garrick Lorkaria, my god of redemption who I used to roleplay on here years and years ago!

Garrick spent his mortal life normally until falling for a woman who turned out to be death itself which took on the form of many for various reasons, and tricked Garrick into its eternal service by taking his heart and soul literally.

Eventually, after millennia of service, Garrick went to find a soul for his master who turned out to be a formerly immortal god whose life was being siphoned by a wicked warlord. The god served this warlord with promise she would not invade his homeworld, and she agreed, but then drained him into a lifeless husk she could use to invade the world instead on her behalf.

In his desperation, the god sacrificed what remained of himself to become Garrick's soul so he'd be free of death's service, and could then use his new power to slay the warlord at long last and liberate the people from her wrath.

Garrick now lives, a god of his people, the Vel of Nivren, and works tirelessly to redeem all who have been misguided including himself.