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yea i kinda head canon that Val hits Vox and uses the love potion to keep him under control and I could see Vox being freaked out when Angel brings up being hit
TW// Abuse implication
Thinking about possible Vox and Angel's interactions and how they'd go down. Theres such a unique mix of hatred to each other and common ground with their different experiences with Valentino, has me thinking.
Also just want to clarify I love Vox's character a LOT but ofc obv don't sympathise with him or think he is any way shape or form a decent individual, cant with stupid toxic dumbass x
AND IF YOU SEE ANY MISTAKES OR TYPOS NO YOU DONT- (i was so tired when drawing it forgive me TwT)
OK HEAR ME OUT!
There were way too many cliffhangers in TFATWS for there to not be a second season. The ending just reminded me so much of the way Agent Carter s1 ended.
THERE ARE TOO MANY LOOSE ENDS!
(Also, could be just me but I think Madam Hydra and The Power Broker are working together and US Agent is an unknowing ally. And somehow Zemo will be included in this. But that’s just my opinion)
Quotes from Thor Ragnarok pt.2
Thor: You must be Hela. I’m Thor Odinson.
Hela: You don’t look like him!
Loki: Prehaps we can come to an arrangement?
Hela: You sound like him.
Loki: I’ve never met this man in my life!
Thor: He’s my brother!
Loki: Adopted.
Thor: YESSS
(Turns to the grand master)
Thor: We know each other! He’s a friend from work!
Thor: What’s wrong with you? You’re making me look bad. I told them we were friends from work!
Banner: (Points to his head) Biggest muscle in the body.
Thor: (analyzes his body) I have big muscles everywhere so we’re good!
Val: This team of yours, has it got a name?
Thor: Yeah,it’s called…the Revengers!
Val: Revengers?
Thor: Yeah because I’m getting revenge, you’re getting revenge and Banner is…?
Banner: I’ll get something!
Thor: (drags Loki) SOMEBODY! PLEASE GET HELP! MY BROTHERS DYING!
(Proceeds to throw Loki)
Thor: HaHa! Works every time!
Loki: You guys look like you’re in desperate need for leadership!
Korg: Thank you!
Loki: Hit her with your lightning!
Thor: I just hit her with the biggest lightning strike in the history of lightnings and she’s still ALIVE!
Thor: HULK! YOU MORON! STOP!
(Hulk gets thrown back)
Thor: You IDIOT! Stop smashing for once!
Hulk: Big monster, Hulk smash.
Spit-roast
Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino
CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡
A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.
His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.
Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.
Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.
Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.
"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.
You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.
He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.
You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.
"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.
PUT IT ALL ON ME DONYOUWANNASEETHESECLOTHESONME
My old MILGRAM piece! Whenever I draw fanart I almost always mesh it with OCs. I will not apologize. OC brain rot real. I have never done this experimental type of colouring again. I almost lost this entire piece due to corruption and would've exploded AND FUTA PETER OUTFIT SWAP FROM TRIAL 2 HEEHOO (Peter literally can't see help)
Someone More Interesting
I don't like to write about myself. I lead an ordinary life, dull and colourless, plagued by monotone hues that reside at two extremes: one devoid of light, one nothing but light. This is where I'll live forever.
I have no gifts, but I have a will. I wish to create something brilliant, something ingenious, something inspiring. The already colourful worlds of others will be exposed to more vivid hues, more radiant skies. I'll weave the words of creation itself into a tapestry that knows no bounds. I aspire to shake the foundations of human emotion itself and control laughter and tears, rage and fear.
With that, I create a puppet, a persona, even. Someone whose body is a vessel to hold experiences more fascinating than mine. They will go on to witness my masterpieces, my best crafted stories, set in a world close to home, yet far, far from real.
I name this person "I". A narrator, a character, a friend.
I bless "myself" and wish for "me" to explore beyond the horizons of time and space. These journeys will define "interesting" itself through words and words alone.
My wishes are as such:
I wish "I" could witness verdant hills and starry skies far away from the nest of the city, yet in a land no different than the one that exists. "I" will observe the world around "me" and recount fantastical tales made only from the mundane.
I wish "I" could travel to the astral realm above without experiencing the horrors of a space so different from our own. In this realm I've crafted, "I" know how to stay safe. "I" know every rule, every loophole, every element that makes this space unique. I've become a guide for "myself".
I wish "I" could fly around the city and kiss all the birds goodnight. They need to be loved when the cold world shuns them. "I" wish not for the warmth of the self, only the warmth of others. Is this not what they deserve?
I wish "I" could swim in the sea with the fish without having to hold "my" breath. "I" can breathe the ocean like I breathe the air. The world's varying phases serve not as boundaries, but as gateways from one world to another. The old saying twists to fit the outlier: "Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a fish to write, and the world changes forever."
I wish "I" could judge the world in its entirety. I wish "I" could adapt to the changes it throws at "me" to stop "me" from progressing through this chapter. A will can burn obstacles down if it is strong enough, but when have "I" ever possessed such a strong will?
I write my stories in first person because I like it more. This isn't my story, this is "my" story.
One day, the puppet is destined to question its existence. Why was "I" created? What purpose do "my" actions serve? Why do "I" act in this way? Why do "I" speak when "I" shouldn't, and don't when "I" should? Why must "we" all endure suffering and how do "we" make it stop? Who is this creator and why do "I" bow to the figurehead of someone "I" do not know?
And so this leads to the puppet questioning the creator, as things are fated to do. When the time comes, I'll be prepared. My knowledge is meant to be shared, even to creations with no name and no soul.
I envy that my creation learns the beauty of life for the first time.
The sun rises and falls, then the moon does the same. Life's river changes its flow however it pleases. The world is anything but constant, but the only constant in life is change. Yet, the new year comes once more, and my wish is always the same.
I wish that "I" could be someone more interesting.
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(Edit: fixed it to make the transparency effect work)
Thank you to all of my friends who have put up with me while I read the enders game series. Here's Jane / Val
Fanstastic Baes And Where To Find Them ~
