Ethan Piper Mint

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[outofleftfeeld]

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Name: Sashy

Level up day: 16th June 1993

Open to dms: Only to those I follow.

Open to rp plotting: Yes

Open to asks: Yes

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[outofleftfeeld]

I've finally caught up with all my drafts! oOo

Feel free to send me asks if you'd like to interact with the eel. <3

[rradiio]

putting my alastor in this shirt because he's a fisherman and it's corny and would be in his stupid ass laundry day t-shirt collection

[outofleftfeeld]

"...Why does this feel strangely targeted...."

[rradiio]

✘ - " Yes, an article of his clothing, would you want a more difficult task? I'm giving you that task because I don't really know what you're capable of and I have hardly the patience for failure. " Alastor nodded, confirming what he said. " It would be very boring if you got caught, wouldn't it? "

" Never question why, just do, if you value your life to any capacity at all. " Maybe Vox hadn't taught this one that, well there was always time to do so himself.

[outofleftfeeld]

"N-no...no, an article of clothing is fine..." He glanced back up to Alastor and nodded. Get him an article of Vox's clothing without Vox knowing. It would actually be a really easy task, Vox had several pairs of everything much like Ethan. That and Ethan dealt with his clothing, it'd be easy to just remove one and have it replaced another time.

"Y-yes Sir...sorry Sir..." The eel paled at the mention of valuing his life, freckles flickering a little in his anxiousness. Eyes lowered and he bowed.

"...Would you like the article worn or unworn Sir?..."

[radioiaci]

It was likely a wise perspective to consider that Alastor's comment was a backhanded one. But he had meant it about as genuinely as he could, in the moment, distracted anyway by making his way back to his studio until the agreed upon time began to tick closer.

When Ethan entered Alastor's high end set up, his first steps would be into the production area where the audio demon normally managed the performers within the various booths. Large and small, he had oversight of them all from the studio itself, a litany of switchboards that looked just a touch dated for the era aligning the space between the glass that separated himself from the performers within the booth itself.

On this particular afternoon, there was a small band of what looked to be hellborn demons, gathered around a few instruments and evidently making a bid at landing a contract with the auditory arm of the Vees' monopoly. They had only briefly paused to chatter about this or that as Alastor turned to glance back at the eel once he entered the space, greeting him with his customary sharpened grin.

"Ah-hah! There you are. I was wondering what time it was. I've not looked at the clock in a minute. I've been busy with these..." He gestured vaguely towards the band on the other end of the glass. "-hopefuls."

Looking fairly disinterested in the nature of his actual work - at least until he was fed -, his head tilted slightly to glance at Ethan with curiosity.

"Tell me, what have you brought us for lunch, hm?"

[outofleftfeeld]

Ethan hadn't as of yet ventured into Alastor's territory within the tower. His natural uncertainty of whether he was even allowed or not until invited by the man had him giving the area space previously. This time however he knew he was allowed here. This time he'd been invited.

Mismatched eyes took it all in, looking up and around, mainly to where he would expect cameras to be since the tower in general was full of them. Then he looked over the booths as he quietly padded his way further into the production area, tray in his hands.

On the tray were two covered plates and two coffees.

He offered a small smile when attention turned to him and bowed in response.

"Hope I'm not interrupting. I brought us Goulash with freshly baked crusty bread rolls. I hope that's okay..." He was a tad nervous he'd somehow picked the wrong choice, even though Alastor hadn't given him any specifications to meet aside from 'be here with food'.

[breaking-views]

"Sir, you're supposed to be the ragebaiter not get ragebaited yourself." Ethan gives him a side eye before rolling his eyes.

"Says Ben Dover himself, is that right?" Vox is faux casually examining his claws, acting for all the world as if he hadn't made a scene earlier from Alastor's baiting.

He smirks, "You can lecture me when you drop that grudge you're holding, Mint, and not a second sooner. Until then, fully expect me to stoop to his level."

[outofleftfeeld]

"Only for you and those you deem worthy Sir." He lets out a light snort and scrolls through messages on his tablet.

"Uhuh and here I thought you were the one in control and not the one waiting to be lead. I wonder would you bark for me if I ordered?" His tail flicks in anticipation, keeping his eyes on his tablet as if he wasn't potentially pushing his luck.

[murderrhusband]

'Morning after.'

Morning rays of light woke him up before his alarm. Moving slightly in bed made him realize he wasn't alone. Reaching for his glasses he managed to get a better look at who was by his side. Quite the cutie that had him smirking in delight. Adjusting himself behind the other as the 'big spoon' he reaches for the other's cock and begins to stroke him while peppering kisses along his neck, "Good morning..."

[outofleftfeeld]

Ethan automatically snuggled back into the warmth encasing him, a small smile coming to his face while he slept feeling safe and secure.

The hand on his cock caused it to twitch and a soft pitched sound escape his throat, he tilted his neck automatically to offer more of himself as he stirred more and more awake.

Hands gripped lightly at the sheets and his hips rocked into hand before pressing back against the warmth behind him with a soft moan. His cheeks flushed as he became awake enough to flutter his eyes open before pausing and tensing a tad.

Where was he? This wasn't his bedroom. He opened his mouth to question only to gasp and shiver, hips squirming as he gripped the sheets more.

"F-fuck...Good morning Mr Whittman..." Not where he thought it would wake up, certainly not who he thought he'd wake up next to.

[hoshi-the-hobby-artist]

Bonus Panel with Orion and sleepy Ethan 💤

[victorrr666]

The perfect chair 📺🩵💜

[outofleftfeeld]

Managed to do only two replies today and my brain is already mush again. >.< I'm so sorry to people waiting on me all the time. More info of why below for anyone interested.

So the newest shit I have to fucking work thoguh is I used to have disability help, which meant having house help and help going shopping and such. After talking with the person that was helping me saying that it seems like I need more hours of help I applied for that.

Aparently it was a mistake to then say to the assessor that with the help my quality of life was improving. Even though I was still struggling and told her I can't even get in and out of my bath because my leg will decide it doesn't exsist and several times now I've fallen over getting in or out of the bath.

She deemed me not needing any disability help.

I'm cured guys.

Because while using the help available to me and still needing to ask for more my life had improved a little....

It's stupid and I've been going between non-stop appointments on top of trying to keep up with normal household things. In short because they took away the one thing that was starting to improve my life shit's become difficult again and I'm drowning.

I'm under so much fatigue and my brain is luke warm mushy peas right now.

I really just want a break.

I'm hoping this will be sorted by Dokomi so I can actually enjoy my time at the convention but I don't know if it will...

[rradiio]

✘ - Alastor watched him struggle to come up with something that could possibly benefit the radio demon in a deal.

A deal with someone who already worked for another overlord. " I don't really do those silly little devices you know..." An ear flicked sideways and stayed that way. " How about we make this fun, hm? Bring me back an article of Vox's clothing without him noticing, could even be a tie. Do that for me and we have a deal.. "

[outofleftfeeld]

"An...article of his clothing?..." That was...surprisingly and suspiciously easy for a deal with Alastor. He was expecting to like...bring him a limb or something... Uncertainty wrote itself all over his face when he looked back up to the radio demon.

"Why would you want a piece of his clothing?" Not that he was in a position to be asking why, nevertheless the question slipped from his curious lips.

[copaceticjillybean]

Valentine's Day treat for @papermint-at-your-service

Jillian had been eagerly waiting for when Ethan would finish work for the day. She knew he'd never take the day off, being the dedicated assistant he was. Which was fine with her- she was able to work around the other's busy schedule and around her own when need be. And today? Well, today was certainly a day where it was needed. Rather than go grab him (though it would've been quite fun do do so~) Jillian took out her phone and punched in his number once she was sure his shift had ended, waiting patiently for him to pick up as she lounged in the tub. (Plus, having him come here meant she had more time to relax before seeing him.) "Hey doll. Ya free tonight?" Jillian asked, pressing her phone between her cheek and shoulder, tail swishing lazily back and forth in the water as she waited for his answer. "'Cause if not, I was thinkin' maybe ya'd like to come ova. I have somethin' for ya. Ya know, for Valentine's." Jillian said, voice soft and playful. "Ya've been workin' so hard, like always. I think it's time for a lil' play, don' you?~"

[outofleftfeeld]

Ethan sighed heavily after clocking out. Vox was busy with Valentino, he was fairly certain he'd seen Melissa disappear into Velvette's studio and Travis had pestered him all day about going out to a strip club together… The assistant wasn't so keen on the idea of it, a lot of strippers were owned by Valentino and in that same regard didn't like Ethan tattling on them when they were keeping tips or spreading things that should be kept in the tower.

In short, they didn't like him and he wasn't so keen on the ones that continuously chose to misbehave.

He tensed and frowned when his phone rang, half expecting it to be Travis…again but luckily he looked at the caller ID before answering and yelling down the phone for him to leave him alone.

"Oh Hello Miss Jillian, free?…" He opened the door to his room to slip inside so he had more privacy on call.

"Come over?" He blinked, perking up before blushing a little. His heart picked up and end of his tail wagged at the thought.

"Uh yes, if that's okay with you of course…." As if there was a chance that she'd initiate a call and make a suggestion she wasn't wanting. He trotted over his bathroom to look himself over in the mirror then glanced over to the clock.

"I can be over to you in…uh…is half an hour okay?"

[samskyklek]

And for my next trick, I will drink an entire pack of ibuprofen

[ilikemyteawithmilk]

Drew some Staticeel! Voxes Assistant Eelliot has my fragile heart in a chokehold.

[samskyklek]

They're doing things again

[samskyklek]

Littles

I only wanted to draw a cute little Charlie for a chibi practice, but I got carried away

[samskyklek]

Ethan I love you but please find a normal guy to obsess over