Glitter & Dust

Ind. Canon Multimuse Please check my carrd for rules and currently active muses. Tracking: TangledFate

[tangledfate]

MULTIMUSE - MULTIVERSE - MULTISHIP. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. HC-BASED.

PLOT HEAVY. COMMUNICATION REQUIRED. INFLUENCED BY ALL SOURCES.

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HELLAVERSE // MEDIA -- CANON // OCs-- PARA-NOVELLA

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[ CARRD ] -- [ MEMES ] -- [ MUN IS 30+ // MINORS DNI]

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BLOG ARCS AND FURTHER INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT

BLOG ARCS:

Welcome to the Rough N Tumble - Sallie May/Raymond/Charlie - Helluva Boss

The Worst of Us - Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel [semi-permanent hiatus]

It's A Dangerous Game - Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel [semi-permanent hiatus]

Second Chances - Millie - Helluva Boss [discontinued]

AFFILIATE ARCS:

The Saga of Frankie - Fizzarolli/Loona - Helluva Boss

AUS:

Walking A Tightrope With You - Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel

Silver & Gold - Husk - Hazbin Hotel

Fools Gold - Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel [discontinued]

[duckiewashere]

Mamma Mia here we go again 🩷

I miss them, I want them to be okay.

[tangledfate]

I am alive. We're safe at the camp ground in the RV with all of our animals, we made it out of the apartment with most of our stuff. Now I need to figure out a few days in a hotel after we drop the RV off to be fixed on Tuesday or we're staying in a car until it's fixed up.

Other than that, we're doing okay!!!! I will be here over the weekend using my computer wired through my phone for internet, love you guys!!! :>

[candycandymemes]

My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away.

[sinnersmarch]

discussed starter for @tangledfate

Jack would know her anywhere. Had walked her decks enough to memorize her rigging and the way she sounded, the way she sounded. She was his and no one else's. Navy commander be damned. He would take her back. And with Morgan, Jesse, Amira, and Harwick crowded at his back, it would happen tonight. Imminently.

"Morgan's goin' up the walk with me, the rest o' ya climb the nets." A glance behind saw Morgan nodding with an uncertain glance to Jesse beside him. Beyond them Amira and Harwick looked much more determined. Everyone understood why Morgan wasn't climbing up the side, but the preferential treatment didn't sit with the siren well. "Yeah?" Jack pushed.

"Yeah." Morgan whispered back, but his hand squeezed Jesse's wrist for a second before everyone broke apart to head to their stations. Jack straightening his back and adjusting his coat and the hat on his head before he started up the dock. Morgan followed after him, pulling his own coat closed with his fist as he did.

There were no officers on patrol on the dock. This wasn't a Navy port. This was Torunda; a pirate port. What they were doing here with HIS ship, Jack could only guess. Perhaps it was simply a stop on their way to Heilstroth. They would likely turn in his beloved Tempest Rose and she would be remade into some HMS ship. She had been one before, after all. The HMS Emilien. The old man's Emily. Jack's Emily. Fuck.

Morgan lagged a little behind him as they neared the bridge walk that led up to the deck and Jack reached back for his hand. Dragging him up with him and pulling him in for a moment.

"I'm not gonna let anythin' happen to ya, nor that babe. You know that." he assured and Morgan sighed, shrugging out from under his arm.

"Let's go. We've got work to do." Jack smiled at his steeled nerves and clapped a hand against his back before starting up the walk ahead of him. This time Morgan didn't lag. He scurried up the walk quickly and close behind, pausing only when Jack stopped at the deck. Ducking low and looking for anyone on guard.

But there was someone on guard. No man, of course, there was no need. And perhaps ot was because she would not let them be that they were scarce on her decks. But the moment Morgan felt someone grab his ankle, lurching his feet out from under him and then up over his head as he was flung up in the air, he knew. They were not alone.

It was a fight not to shout as Morgan was jerked upside-down and hung from the rigging. Jack jumped to grab him but was half a second too late and cussed loudly. Then he felt the second rope. This one snared his waist and pulled hard. He had to grab the railing lest he be thrown from the deck completely.

"Emily!" Jack did his best not to shout, but his whisper was loud enough as he glanced up at Morgan dangling from the rigging, getting red in the face. "Shit! Christ! For the love of— Emily!!"

[tangledfate]

Emily could feel them scurrying up her hull like rats; sneaking their way over her broad plank to railings and deck. Whether thieves or her new captain and his crew trying to avoid her rebuffing, she knew not. All she knew was that as soon as their feet found the planks of her deck, they would go no further.

She would not move. She would not be moved. Here she would stay moored until Jack came for her. And he would come for her, of this she had no doubt; had known it when she'd sent them from her decks with their lives.

Though it had taken longer than she'd thought it would, long enough to get used to needing to defend herself. But then the ring of her name off lips in a lilt all too familiar and like a ghost materializing from nothing, she appeared on her decks.

Blonde curls frayed, dress worn, her appearance a testament to the treatment of her new crew. A thing, unloved.

"Jack?!" Ropes around him fell slack and blue eyes snapped up to the one she'd strung up; immediately letting him down far more gently than even Jack.

"Oh! Morgan!! I'm sorry!!" And once he was safe on his feet, her attention turned back to Jack. Back to the person she trusted--the person she loved--most. Gaze roiling like the sea as tears welled and she did her best to keep them from falling.

"You're late."

[tangledfate]

Val was sure that he could never get sick of watching this man blush. The way his screen lit up and he looked so uncomfortable. He almost laughed when his question was answered with immediate backpedaling only to concede halfway through.

There was somthing sweet in the way Vox looked at his works. Regarded them like they were something special--something Val wasn't sure Baron had ever done. Hell, most men didn't come back to his flat--isn't really sure why this one warranted the effort. But he did, and Val had brought him home.

And watching Vox take in the scenery was almost enough for Val to forget--if only momentarily--why he'd brought him here in the first place. Only until Vox reminded him. Pulling him in by the back of his neck and kissing him much too sweetly for the filth slipping from his lips afterwards.

Filth that brought a grin to Val's features.

"Sit down, and I will~" Point made with another kiss before the moth gently pushed him towards the bed. Wandering deftly in the space to gather some supplies--condoms out of one drawer, lube out of another--before finally returning to Vox. Hand pressing into his chest to tip him off balance to sit on the bed as he caught him standing awkwardly.

"I said sit, Papi~" Didn't give him the time to be cross with him over the push either. Pulling the silver slip of a dress over his head to be tossed to the floor, he watched Vox take him in for just a second or two. Standing there in nothing but his lace panties and a set of nipple piercings before lower hands braced on Vox's thighs and Val gave him yet another tongue laden kiss. Just another small dose of venom, sweet and affectionate--the closest thing to love Val had ever known. Would ever know. All the while, upper hands worked the overlord's pants down.

Something poetic about how even men with more power than Val could imagine wielding fell over themselves with want for him. Something powerful in there too as he deftly unwrapped an extrathin condom and fitted it over Vox after a few strokes to reheat the blood in his veins.

A dollop of lubricant in two of his hands, one set to stroking Vox's cock and the other set to working himself open. Breaking the kiss with a moan as he pushed two fingers into himself. Was he moving too fast? Probably, but he wasn't exactly sure he cared, he liked this one.

[angelsandemons]

Vox moved toward the bed, but didn't immediately sit. Instead, he watched Valentino move to gather supplies, mind wandering back to his uncertainties. The only think he knew about gay sex was that, some way or another, dick went up ass. But that sounded painful; it's not like a guy's ass got wet when he was horny like pussy did. Or were all gay men like, masochists? Not being a gay man himself, he really had no idea—

["I said sit, Papi~"]

The smallest push made him fall back on the bed. Vox opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat. For a moment, all he could do was stare in quiet awe as Valentino stood before him. He had but a moment to take in the man's full figure before he was pulled into another deep kiss. Eyes closing, Vox melted into the kiss just as before, feeling Valentino pull his pants down and slide his fingers along his shaft before fitting a light condom over his cock, already hardening and brightening under the man's touch.

Wait.

He opened his eyes to look down and confirm—yeah, that's defintely what it was. There was also a bottle of lube there and—ah, that was where the wet part comes from. That almost seemed too obvious.

Still. Why a condom? Sinners can't get other Sinners pregnant though, right? Men, can't get other men pregnant. His gaze moved to Valentino's other hand, wondering why the man was holding it behind him like that. No, no he was doing....something. Once the kiss broke, his gaze was back on Valentino again.

"What...what are you doing?" he gasped softly.

[tangledfate]

Val grinned at the question, staying close enough for his lips to trace the words into Vox's mouth as he spoke.

"Oh~! Did you want to watch, Papi? ¿Te gusta mirar? Eso se puede arreglar~" And without waiting for an actual answer from the blushing media mogul, he kissed him again and stepped back enough to turn. One arm gracefully slipping his wings out of the way as he bent forward.

Lower arms finding his legs to keep him stable as upper arms returned to their task of prepping him. Fingers of one hand sliding into himself with an ease that came with practice--and generous lubrication--working himself open for Vox to watch.

A moment or two more and he was ready. Val knew his body better than most people knew theirs. He knew what he could handle and how much pain would come with what he was about to do with less lubrication. He did this often enough that his body responded easily--better for Vox who had very little idea of what actually went on behind the scenes of gay sex.

Little did he know that it would set a high stake for a future encounter, but that was not a problem for today.

Standing straight again once he was ready, he closed the distance between the two of them. One hand reaching between his knees to line him up, then settling down onto him inch by inch. Breathing out as he realized he could've gotten away with a little more lubrication--cest la vie.

Leaning back into Vox as he bottomed out inside Val, the moth pressed gentle kisses to what he could reach of him. Panting through the impalement and reaching to find one of Vox's hands to press against his belly--let him feel the bump he made inside him as he grinned against his casing.

[tangledfate]

Silence. Blissful, wordless silence as the kiss did exactly what Val meant it to do. Knee bent between Vox's legs, he pressed it up to grind against the media mogul, sighing into him as Vox moaned.

Business and technical jargon had never been his forte but this? He'd already given Vox a taste of his talents and knew what he wanted next.

Maybe that was why the question threw him for a loop. Why it didn't occur to him that Vox would want anything beyond the obvious. After all, when had a mark offered anything beyond surface level small talk? His answer came out hesitant and stunted with practiced humility as he turned to look at what Vox was looking at.

"Something like that..." No, not something, he was an artist, that much was evident by a painting or three finished and stacked neatly in the corner. But even without the finished pieces, it was a drive inside him. Always penciling in little designs in the corner of notebooks and receipts. More than once Baron had chided him for 'wasting time' on it.

One such time he could remember was when they'd first started going together. When he's been 'winning' his contract. He was sitting at the bar drawing on a napkin and Baron had been trying to introduce him to someone--the first time he'd used his venom to get Baron what he'd wanted.

Physically shaking the memory away, he turned back to Vox with an impish smile. Upper hands slipping into the overlords collar with a need for contact.

"Why? Want me to draw you naked~?"

[angelsandemons]

Another light cyan blush spread across his screen at the offer. "Wha—no of course I—" He cut himself off mid-protest, gaze drawn to one of the illustrations of Valentino himself a bit farther inside.

"....well." He moved further inside, not pushing past Valentino so much as moving with him, intentionally keeping as much content as possible while he got a closer look. The work was beautiful, beautiful in a way he'd never admit he found another man's body.

"....I mean...maybe...if you draw like that," he muttered, clearly impressed.

He'd never had anyone draw him before. Photos? Plenty. Recordings? Hours worth. And that was just in life. He'd at least doubled that in Hell. But there was something more personal, more intimate, more terrifying about seeing himself through someone else's eyes instead of the lens of a camera. Maybe that's why he never commissioned such things. And yet...he found himself curious what this man saw when he looked at him.

"But!" he continued, turning back to Valentino. "I'm not here to pose tonight." He reached up to gently pull the man down into another kiss. "I'm here for you to me how it's done~"

[tangledfate]

Val was sure that he could never get sick of watching this man blush. The way his screen lit up and he looked so uncomfortable. He almost laughed when his question was answered with immediate backpedaling only to concede halfway through.

There was somthing sweet in the way Vox looked at his works. Regarded them like they were something special--something Val wasn't sure Baron had ever done. Hell, most men didn't come back to his flat--isn't really sure why this one warranted the effort. But he did, and Val had brought him home.

And watching Vox take in the scenery was almost enough for Val to forget--if only momentarily--why he'd brought him here in the first place. Only until Vox reminded him. Pulling him in by the back of his neck and kissing him much too sweetly for the filth slipping from his lips afterwards.

Filth that brought a grin to Val's features.

"Sit down, and I will~" Point made with another kiss before the moth gently pushed him towards the bed. Wandering deftly in the space to gather some supplies--condoms out of one drawer, lube out of another--before finally returning to Vox. Hand pressing into his chest to tip him off balance to sit on the bed as he caught him standing awkwardly.

"I said sit, Papi~" Didn't give him the time to be cross with him over the push either. Pulling the silver slip of a dress over his head to be tossed to the floor, he watched Vox take him in for just a second or two. Standing there in nothing but his lace panties and a set of nipple piercings before lower hands braced on Vox's thighs and Val gave him yet another tongue laden kiss. Just another small dose of venom, sweet and affectionate--the closest thing to love Val had ever known. Would ever know. All the while, upper hands worked the overlord's pants down.

Something poetic about how even men with more power than Val could imagine wielding fell over themselves with want for him. Something powerful in there too as he deftly unwrapped an extrathin condom and fitted it over Vox after a few strokes to reheat the blood in his veins.

A dollop of lubricant in two of his hands, one set to stroking Vox's cock and the other set to working himself open. Breaking the kiss with a moan as he pushed two fingers into himself. Was he moving too fast? Probably, but he wasn't exactly sure he cared, he liked this one.

[tangledfate]

Thebes wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking. Weeks? Months? From whatever far away place he’d been spirited to, it had been far too natural to make his way home. Too natural for his feet to carry him across colorless landscapes–on and on without sleep. Not sure if he no longer needed sleep or if he simply couldn’t anymore.

It wasn’t until he’d stood outside the familiar little house within whose walls the love of his life slept sound–had he worried? Had he missed him?–that he paused. Not until then had the fog faded and the reality of what he was bled into the periphery. Not until he looked down at his fingers in the pale window light to see the metal glinting up at him did the fear set in.

Would Varian want to see him like this? Would he want him at all after all this time? They’d parted on a fight, did he think that Ezra had just walked away? Had he gone to his mother’s house? Had he even BEEN missing? What if none of them had missed him? Did he want to be missed?

Did he want to be this for them?

He’d walked away. Walked his way back to the house of his mother–the most popular brothel in the city–and just like before, stood outside in the dark unable to go in. Unable to reach for the door and instead ducked into an alley to watch patrons leaving. Half wondering if each face that came to the door was a new girl or was it his mother with her ever changing visage?

For three days he wandered back and forth between the two destinations, always unable to gather what courage might’ve been necessary to knock. No fortitude to see the lack or recognition in those he loved’s eyes as they looked upon the face of a stranger. Of a thing.

Still, he stayed. Spending his nights in the alley behind his mother’s establishment until one night the sound of something crashing across the way caught his attention.

He didn’t move at first, watching and waiting until the figure stepped into the moonlight enough to glance up and down the street. A sea green tiefling with bright, curious eyes, a mop of green hair and horns that stood tall and straight just like her father’s. His, once upon a time, sister–Vesta Glaive–presumably sneaking out and setting off down the street. And he moved before he could think better of it.

Falling in step behind her silently, shifting around her frame when she looked behind her at the feeling of not being alone. Shifting silent again when she turned back to her path and setting off again, this time a little faster. Only then did he announce his presence as only a would-be older brother could.

“Where are we going?” Whispered loudly to her as he all but materialized in step with her.

@sinnersmarch

[tangledfate]

Val breathed out a chuckle and grinned at the comment about his face on the big screen. He knew he liked that, he’d liked it in life, what would change just because he’d died? But before he could comment, Vox’s phone went off and he was swept off of the media mogul’s lap and left standing there waiting for him to finish his conversation.

Thankfully it didn’t take long–and fuck if there wasn’t something hot about a man giving orders. Grinning when Vox not so subtly told him he didn’t need to talk to his driver outside of giving directions, he stepped in close and pressed a firmly open mouthed kiss to the juncture of his throat and screen. Sucking down hard enough to get some sort of reaction, then releasing him and stepping around and past him–forcing him to watch the sway of his frame as he went.

“Whatever you say, Papi~”

Letting Vox lead him out of the private room and through the club, cerise eyes snagged on Baron who was–of course–watching. Reel him in, that’s what he’d tell him. Do your fucking job. Valentino watched him until Vox led him out into the night and they were finally out of his sights–and Val let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. As if–despite doing what Baron wanted–the pimp would figure out that Val was enjoying himself and decide he was ‘too happy’. As if he’d take this away from him.

But then he was being swept into a car and the world started moving again as he was suddenly faced by a meek looking eel pretending to wait for directions while he looked Val up and down. He kept his thoughts to himself but Val could’ve guessed them well enough as he glanced between the two, so Val smiled and leaned in towards him. Crossing his legs and crossing his lower set of arms over them before fixing one elbow of one upper arm to his knee and leaning his face into his hand.

“First time seeing a masterpiece~?” And when the eel flushed red and turned back to the wheel, only then did Val give him directions. Leaning back into Vox when the car pulled away from the curb.

He hadn’t expected to spend the entire drive explaining what a VHS was to the media mogul, but with the way he was hanging onto every word, you’d have thought it was some new form of foreplay. Whatever worked, he supposed, at the very least it kept up the ruse Vox had set into place to downplay the fact that he was going home with a male escort.

But when they stepped into the dark of his loft, Val decided he’d had enough shop talk. Closing the door behind Vox, he pressed him against that door and cut him off halfway through whatever anecdote he’d launched into by pressing him into a kiss.

[angelsandemons]

That final kiss before they left the room defintely got a small, surprised moan out of him, and he had to take an extra moment to collect himself before ultimately following Valentino out of the room. He quickly took the lead once they were outside though, slipping back into his comfort zone once they reached the car.

The way Valentino handled Ethan was incredibly entertaining to watch—almost a little relieving, in a way? Maybe it was just nice to see that Valentino had this effect on other men too. Seeing it in action from an outside perspective was kind of hot defintely very impressive.

The main reason he brought the conversation back to the topic of VHS tapes was to really sell the idea that this was strictly a business venture. Even so, he was genuinely fascinated as the man described a compact rectangle that held film within it and could be inserted into another box—that was the VCR—to play on a TV. It's not something he would have thought of himself, but it was defintely something he was going to make happen in Hell now.

Once they reached Valentino's place—which really only took a few minutes—he told Ethan to be ready for a call later, and quickly went inside with him. He continued to talk about his ideas for the development of a new 'VoxTek Entertainment System' or VES until they reached the loft. Even as they entered the loft, he had barely taken a breath.

"—though then we have to decide if it's 'vee-ee-ess' or just 'vees'—probably the latter cause you know, shorter it is, snappier it is, the easier it gets in people's heads. I was trying to explain this to Adrian in tech last week, idiot didn't understand why we spelled the word 'tech' with a 'k' in the company name and it's like the guy never had a day of marketing training in his life, and you'd think—"

The kiss cut him off mid-sentence, and after the initial surprised, he returned it hungrily, wrapping his arms around Valentino and moaning softly into his mouth as his eyes closed. Both the excitement and nervousness from before bubbled up in him anew, the latter mostly for fear of making a fool of himself doing what they were about to do. But Valentino knew better than to laugh at him—honestly, his only real concern should be that he wouldn't tell him if he fucked up. The best way to avoid that was to let this guy lead, even for just a little while,

As soon as the kiss broke, he smiled and opened his eyes again before glancing over his shoulder to take a better look inside. It was smaller than he envisioned, for some reason; maybe because this man was supposedly so famous. Then again, how much of that pay check went to Baron? The other surprise was the sheer volume of sketches, books, and art supplies that littered the space.

"You an artist?"

[tangledfate]

Silence. Blissful, wordless silence as the kiss did exactly what Val meant it to do. Knee bent between Vox's legs, he pressed it up to grind against the media mogul, sighing into him as Vox moaned.

Business and technical jargon had never been his forte but this? He'd already given Vox a taste of his talents and knew what he wanted next.

Maybe that was why the question threw him for a loop. Why it didn't occur to him that Vox would want anything beyond the obvious. After all, when had a mark offered anything beyond surface level small talk? His answer came out hesitant and stunted with practiced humility as he turned to look at what Vox was looking at.

"Something like that..." No, not something, he was an artist, that much was evident by a painting or three finished and stacked neatly in the corner. But even without the finished pieces, it was a drive inside him. Always penciling in little designs in the corner of notebooks and receipts. More than once Baron had chided him for 'wasting time' on it.

One such time he could remember was when they'd first started going together. When he's been 'winning' his contract. He was sitting at the bar drawing on a napkin and Baron had been trying to introduce him to someone--the first time he'd used his venom to get Baron what he'd wanted.

Physically shaking the memory away, he turned back to Vox with an impish smile. Upper hands slipping into the overlords collar with a need for contact.

"Why? Want me to draw you naked~?"

[tangledfate]

I probably will not be around today, I have to work on emptying this house, and I have work later. Love you guys!!

[angelsandemons]

Vox defintely caught the nervous glance toward the door, not mention that nervous little squeak. Geez, how much of a hard ass was this Baron guy that he elicited that kind of fear response with just his name being mentioned? Or was there more to it than that?

Before he could wonder about it any more, Valentino's attention was back on him, and he answered all of his questions in quick succession. He had no idea what a 'VHS tape' was—maybe some type of film that was higher resolution than 16mm? And maybe a 'VCR' was...some weird acronym for a futuristic projector you fed film into? Were they just playing movies with 70mm film in their homes now? How big would that projector be? Could they reproduce that here?

Even the idle touch on his antennae made it hard to think clearly enough to theorize further than that, especially when he was actively trying to avoid zapping the poor man again. The last line brought him out of his thoughts completely anyway, blushing a little and glancing down with slightly shy smile.

"Yeah? I bet..." He supposed it was nice to know he wasn't the first guy to come to Valentino with very little experience, even if he wasn't actually gay. He was just....indulging. Vox's gaze snapped back up to the man with an eager smile. "So you agree it's a good idea then? Something you and others in your profession would be interested in? And I mean of course you would, just imagine a face like yours on the big screen!"

Just then, his phone rang again, and Vox reluctantly moved away to take it out and answer it. "Good, took you long enough. Be right out." He hunt up and put it away, folding his hands as he turned back to Valentino.

"Alright, car's here. I'll introduce you, don't worry about telling him anything except directions." After absent-mindedly straightening his collar, he turned to walk out, expecting Valentino to follow. The car was parked outside, a nice black car without a logo in sight, just as he'd asked. He held open the door for Valentino and gestured for him to go in first, sliding in quickly after and shutting it behind him.

"This is Valentino," Vox began, looking directly at the confused driver—presumably the Ethan he was yelling at earlier. "He's an associate of Baron's and an expert in exactly what I'm discussing with the man tomorrow, so we're going to his place to discuss some of the finer details. He'll tell you where to go."

Ethan blinked again, then nodded, looking at Valentino for further instructions. As soon as they were given, the car pulled out, and Vox turned his attention back to his guest.

"So, tell me more about these 'VHS tapes,' how do they work?"

[tangledfate]

Val breathed out a chuckle and grinned at the comment about his face on the big screen. He knew he liked that, he’d liked it in life, what would change just because he’d died? But before he could comment, Vox’s phone went off and he was swept off of the media mogul’s lap and left standing there waiting for him to finish his conversation.

Thankfully it didn’t take long–and fuck if there wasn’t something hot about a man giving orders. Grinning when Vox not so subtly told him he didn’t need to talk to his driver outside of giving directions, he stepped in close and pressed a firmly open mouthed kiss to the juncture of his throat and screen. Sucking down hard enough to get some sort of reaction, then releasing him and stepping around and past him–forcing him to watch the sway of his frame as he went.

“Whatever you say, Papi~”

Letting Vox lead him out of the private room and through the club, cerise eyes snagged on Baron who was–of course–watching. Reel him in, that’s what he’d tell him. Do your fucking job. Valentino watched him until Vox led him out into the night and they were finally out of his sights–and Val let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. As if–despite doing what Baron wanted–the pimp would figure out that Val was enjoying himself and decide he was ‘too happy’. As if he’d take this away from him.

But then he was being swept into a car and the world started moving again as he was suddenly faced by a meek looking eel pretending to wait for directions while he looked Val up and down. He kept his thoughts to himself but Val could’ve guessed them well enough as he glanced between the two, so Val smiled and leaned in towards him. Crossing his legs and crossing his lower set of arms over them before fixing one elbow of one upper arm to his knee and leaning his face into his hand.

“First time seeing a masterpiece~?” And when the eel flushed red and turned back to the wheel, only then did Val give him directions. Leaning back into Vox when the car pulled away from the curb.

He hadn’t expected to spend the entire drive explaining what a VHS was to the media mogul, but with the way he was hanging onto every word, you’d have thought it was some new form of foreplay. Whatever worked, he supposed, at the very least it kept up the ruse Vox had set into place to downplay the fact that he was going home with a male escort.

But when they stepped into the dark of his loft, Val decided he’d had enough shop talk. Closing the door behind Vox, he pressed him against that door and cut him off halfway through whatever anecdote he’d launched into by pressing him into a kiss.

[tangledfate]

how tf you playing a ship??????

Emily is a sentient object gifted life by the love and care of her previous captain and his crew.

[sinnersmarch]

hoist the jolly roger— independent, private, and highly selective multimuse featuring fandomless original characters CAPTAIN "JACK" CALLOWAY and his navigator MORGAN WILLIAMS || featuring original lore in tandem with @tangledfate || crossover friendly and other OCs always welcome || sinned by vee (she/they || 30+)

[tangledfate]

Jack: Shouting as the crew fights redcoats "Hold the line!" Emily: looking up at him "There are too many of them!" Jack: Trying to reassure her "I said hold the line, soldier, we'll make it through this" Pan to the crew fighting, to Morgan and Jesse back-to-back Emily: a little sterner "They have us surrounded, we need another plan!" Jack: stoically "My order was to hold the line" Emily: Frustrated "We're fighting a losing battle!" Jack: Frustrated but pleading "Don't talk like that-" Emily: Glances back to Jesse and Morgan "-I'm not gonna lose you to them." Jesse and Sam climbing into lifeboat, abandoning ship. Emily: Resigned "I'm not sure you have a choice." Emily: Ropes snap and throw Jack into lifeboat and releases, Emily is left at the railing getting further away as he shouts her name.

[tangledfate]

IC question for Jesse. what is one thing, big or small, that Morgan has done that shows or tells you beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loves you and how much he loves you?

Josiah didn't have to think about it long.

"Braving being caught by his family to save me from the gallows. We were following a lead after Emily had been commandeered by the Navy; Jack was in a hole drunk, so I went out to gather information.”

“Didn't even know my family was there but my uncle wasted no time in getting me arrested and carted off to Velgara to be tried and hanged for charges of theft and attempted kidnapping–slander, I might add.”

“I don’t know how Morgan managed to drag Jack out of his wallowing, but he did, and they managed to get me out of it. Neither one will tell me how.”

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does Emily have anything to remember her former captain by?

She has many things that once belonged to her 'father' but nothing so sentimental as the copy of Utopia left on her shelves in the captain's quarters. Jack often catches her lounging in his chairs or on his bed reading it; she's read it so many times she could probably recite it from memory if she tried.

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what's Jesse's favorite thing about Morgan?

The way he wrinkles his nose when he's concentrating on something.