46yo trickster deity. fanart, fanfic, occasional cat pics & life updates. critical role, date everything, mcu. under 18 DNI. there will be smut. spoonie. epileptic. neurosparkly.
I'm a queer neurosparkly Archfey piloting a disabled 46 year old meat suit with bad wiring epilepsy.
Mainly, posts are going to be fanart (Critical Role, Date Everything! at the moment,) or fanfic (Date Everything! And I just started writing Marvel fic of Bucky Barnes.) Occasional pics of my cats. Lots of reblogs.
Love TTRPGs (D&D, Daggerheart, Triangle Agency, Kids on... series)
Main Fandoms
Critical role
Dimension 20
Marvel
Date Everything! (obsession)
other stuff too, I'm just blanking right now.
RE: AI I refuse to use or tolerate AI. Period. My art is digital and I work my ass off to create it and improve my skills. I can count on both hands the number of days I didn't draw in 2025. I'm a published author and every single one of my books was scraped to teach AI. I'm salty about it. Also, I've been writing professionally 16 years, 10+ of that has been as an editor, and was in honors English. I know how to use punctuation. So no, my work isn't AI.
Anyway.
So yeah...I think that's me in a quick post. Thanks for stopping by!
I am making my triumphant return to a convention for the sole purpose of meeting Taliesin Jaffee. I'm giving him a piece of fan art and having him sign my copy of it.
Secondary goals:
Find Ray Chase and thank him for Date Everything. (My Scandalabra ❤️❤️) possibly ask him sign something. I'll be wearing my Fantastic Red Shirt.
Find Greg Land and have him sign my copy of Phoenix Endsong.
Would be hella cool if I could run into Robbie just to say GOODBERRY??? (and thank him for Date Everything.)
do y'all know how hard it is to write porn of Volt without using curse words?
Volt, canonically, does not swear. That's all Eddie. Even Angy Volt doesn't curse at you. So I write him that way, too. When writing a sex scene, though...it gets difficult.
You know that weird thing that happens post-breakup where your exes come of out the woodwork? Like a bat-signal goes up, or a horn blasts at a pitch that only your exes can hear? My best friend was dealing with that last year. Now, I've had various densities of crush on her for most of the time I've known her. Damn near 20 years. But she's so out of my league, I have never once thought she'd be into it. (Plus, we've both been married most of our friendship and while I'm polyam, she had made it seem like that was something she didn't fuck with in theory or in practice.)
So, she's going through that and telling me her milkshakes have brought all the boys and girls to the yard. I made a joke about them being zombies and sent the text, "Hey, wanna make out."
"Kinda"
KINDA?!
I fucking blue-screened. That day I knew bi panic.
We had a talk that day about it. Yeah, that would kick ass. (wait, seriously!??!) I have some touch/intimacy issues that i'm working through. If it never happens, that's fine. If it does, awesome.
Since then we've gone on friend dates. Puppet theatre...hang time. The most recent was to see a lesbian comedian. (She invited me a day or two after she told me how much she loves my laugh.) We send flirty memes or videos in the deluge of reels we send each day. We held hands a time or two. We had a post brunch smooch bye. She's coming with me to a comic con this weekend while I meet Taliesin Jaffee (not to brag.) Since pride, the flirty/sapphic memes/videos have been flying back and forth.
Today, I heard her text tone on my phone and thought, how nice would it be to open my phone and see some delightfully sapphic thing that is essentially telling me she really does like me like me (because i'm clearly still in the "check yes or no" stage of my life.)
I open my phone.
Full screen video of a lesbian comedian (not the one we saw) with a thumbnail that says, "I'M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND"
Now, if it were someone telling me this, or if I saw it on Reddit, I'd be screaming at my screen that OP is a fucking moron to not see y'all aren't just friends and yes, she's into your dumb ass for some reason.
And I'm literally sitting here like every fucking girl crush stereotype wondering "but, like did she do that intentionally?"
(Tangentially related: she's so much shorter than me, y'all. I feel huge next to her.)
i know i lost a lot of my experimental years but shit, i'm 46 and feel like i'm in junior high. *facepalm*
Shout out to my mom who explains my transition as "Having a daughterpillar turn into a Boyterfly". It doesn't erase the fact I was an adorable little girl, and also affirms my gender now. I love my mother.
Working on the Star Crossed Wires sequel series and it's all trauma or porn at the moment. Figured I'd share some of today's fun with you.
18+ ONLY, MDNI
CW: suggestive, discussion of voyeurism, polyamory, possessive!volt
Without dropping his gaze, he asks you, “And just what does Jon have to say in regards to us?”
You stifle a laugh. “He’s chartreuse with envy.”
“Hmm. Jealous thing, is he?”
“Not in the way you’re thinking. He is beyond supportive of us–you, me and Eddie. Thing is…Jon likes to…watch.”
Volt raises an eyebrow and lowers his voice. “Does he now?”
“You and Eddie are a bit of a fascination for him. A holy grail, kinda.”
“Are you part of these notions, or is it just myself and Eddie?”
“Oh, my gods above, he hasn’t stopped hinting–or outright asking–for weeks. Since before we became an us he asked--and I quote--'do I finally get to watch Eddie and Volt rail you?'"
"Rail you?"
"Six ways to a month of Sundays, I believe. Pretty sure he’d commit war crimes for a front row seat.”
His chuckle is dark and short-lived, his expression inscrutable. As he walks behind the bar, the crease between his brow appears as he disappears deeper into thought. Volt begins mixing a drink for himself. The rattle of shaking ice echoes in the empty club, and for a moment, you’re afraid you’ve hurt Volt somehow.
Just as you begin to stammer an apology, Volt announces. “Eddie would never agree. Not to being involved, anyway.”
“Oh, I’m not aski–.”
“And certainly never in the bar or in our flat.”
“Yeah, I’ve told Jon–.”
“I, on the other hand…”
There is a long silence, Volt’s comment hanging like the fucking sword of Damaclese over your head. You hold his stare.
Now it’s time for your eyebrow to climb. “Is that so?”
Returning to your side, he takes a drink. Then, “There would be rules, of course. As stated, not here. Not upstairs. And never with Eddie. In regards to Jon, if he likes to watch, that is precisely what he will receive. He is not allowed to touch you, or himself for that matter. And he must remain quiet as a church mouse.”
You stare at him, waiting for Volt to wink playfully, tell you he’s kidding, or at the very least shout April Fools’!
But he doesn’t.
You let out another nervous half-laugh. “You’re…you’re serious.”
“Aren’t you?” Eyes locked on yours, he sips his drink.
“I wasn’t asking.”
“Maybe I am.”
Dumbstruck.
Fucking. Dumbstruck.
He gives you one of his deep, throaty laughs. “Have I surprised you?”
“More than a little! You said you don’t trust him.”
“I don’t need to trust him to torment him.”
“Oh, it’s like that? A little possessive, are we?”
“Dear one, when it comes to you and Eddie, absolutely.”
Heat creeps along your skin, cheeks burning.
Volt places your drinks on the bar before coaxing you to your feet, and giving you a twirl. As he pulls you against him he asks, “When you are together–you and Jon–just what is it that he watches? Hmm?”
Your breath hitches and your pulse skips. The leer on Volt’s face tells you that he noticed. His thumb brushes across your lower lip.
“Tell me,” he whispers teasingly.
“Me,” you answer, voice thready. “He watches me.”
Volt purrs. “He watches you.” Cradling your head in his hand, he leaves a trail of kisses down your throat. He lingers dangerously above your pulse. “Do you touch yourself for him, live wire?”
Your answer escapes on a quivering breath. “Yes.”
As his hands slip down your body, desire blooms through your core. Volt grips your ass then presses you to his rocking hips, dragging his hardening length over your sex. He kisses you forcefully, his fingertips digging into your flesh. A low, sinister laugh rumbles in his chest. You can only whimper in response as you grind against him. Pulling away, Volt commands your gaze.
“Show me.”
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thanks for reading.
no pressure tags, @calif0rnication, @wildflowersandvibranium, @ealachopairgorm @g00d--m0urning @voltageous-merlot @blackbirdofasgard @high-voltage-heart
so @californication tagged me in this and it's fun. A LOT of what I'm writing lately has been longhand, so I'll do my best to find stuff that works.
My words are: honest, look, warm, space
honest: WIP - Untitled Star Crossed Wires sequel (Eddie x Reader x Volt) this scene is a flashback with Sparks and an ex
“You were being insufferable. Just look at what happens when you try not being an asshole.”
“I get to shag a gorgeous woman I’ve been pining over for years?”
“Oh, pining? In all these years, I’ve never once known you to pine.”
“There was pining,” he says. “A lot of it. A bit of longing. Possibly even some yearning if I’m honest with myself. Had to watch you go on dates with idiots who had no clue how to treat any woman, let alone a goddess like you."
look: WIP - Untitled MCU fic (Bucky Barnes x Mutant/Phoenix Host reader x Johnny Storm)
“How’s the cat,” Sam asks.
"Catsitter was more traumatized than the cat, I think.” You hold up the phone and slide it to Bucky. “Thanks for the quickie.”
Sam grins and shoots Bucky a look. “Djya hear that? Your first quickie in this century.”
“Sam,” he warns.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve been busy.”
“Sam!” Bucky sharply shifts his eyes to you as if telling Sam not in front of the prisoner.
Oh yeah. About that. “So, why am I in the hot cell?”
“I thought you said you were cold.”
“Oh, I am. But the glass cell is usually reserved for hot villain types.”
Bucky, arms crossed, eyes you. “Are you?”
“Hot? You’d have to tell me.”
“A villain.”
You smirk, a small snort escaping. “Define villain.”
warm: WIP - Untitled Star Crossed Wires sequel (Eddie x Reader x Volt)
“Kiss me?”
At first, his touch is light on your waist. That of a perfect gentleman. As he closes the distance between you, his hands glide down to your hips, squeezing appreciatively without hesitation. Eddie flashes an impish grin before gripping the barstool then spinning you around in one forceful motion. His nimble fingers graze your skin as he sweeps your hair off of one shoulder, exposing your neck to his warm breath.
“You know,” he says slyly, “you really should be more specific when you ask for things.”
space: WIP - Untitled MCU fic (Bucky Barnes x Mutant/Phoenix Host Reader x Johnny Storm)
Arctic white light blazes as you open your eyes. White coats. Glass lenses gleaming in a white hot fire. A needle draws near, silver flashing.
“Can you hear me?”
The words are garbled, as if heard through water. This voice is new and neutral.
Hovering in space, the needle is just as immobile as you. Even the single droplet at its tip refuses to move.
“Miss, can you hear me?”
A quivering shadow eclipses the searing light. A face obscured by a mask and unkempt locks of dark hair.
No. No, please!
You lash out, swinging your heavy limbs as wide as you dare. And you summon warmth. By sheer fucking will, you call cleansing fire into your very veins. It flows through you, quickens you, then explodes from you in a blazing arc.
this one was fun. no pressure tags to @wildflowersandvibranium @high-voltage-heart @voltageous-merlot @aquaticmercy
next words: longing, picture, cold, fair
A few days ago someone from the Breaker Box server said this:
I need someone to draw Volt with a ponytail and a bit of stubble(similar to Eddie’s.) I’m picturing this as his like “just woke up 5 minutes ago and has not gotten ready yet” kind of look
And I absolutely loved it! I needed to draw that asap ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
My headcanon is that Volt's hair starts darkening a lot while he's sleeping, his hair is the same colour as Eddie (maybe a bit more pale). He needs to get recharge in the morning with battery clamps attached to his hair hahha
saw a couple of people saying they wouldn't be able to realistically get volt and eddie's good ending irl, because they would respect eddie's boundaries LOL i wrote a little something based around that <3
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eddie told you, rather clearly, might you add, that he wanted nothing to do with you after the first time you approached him! you have absolutely no interest in pushing boundaries there. after years spent alone in your home, your bad at socialising with just about anyone, let alone someone who essentially tells you to fuck off.
but you do like to help. you enjoy making yourself useful! and now that your job is well… cancelled, for the time being, you have nothing to do except talk to objects and laze around the house. sometimes, you're just itching for an activity that has you doing something tangibly, visibly useful.
maybe the first time you do it, you're just waiting to tell volt how much you enjoyed the show as the club is emptying out. there's empty and half-full glasses left behind on a bunch of the tables, ringed, wet stains left behind everywhere coasters weren't used. eddie's washing some used glasses behind the bar and, before he even has the chance to make a comment or send you a look, you've already put them down and going back for another round.
"do you have, uh, some kind of cloth i could use?" you ask. you imagine he should have a better response to your presence, this time. you aren't pushing or prodding at him for answers, just genuinely doing something that will make his life easier!
but eddie just looks at you. "to… wipe the tables down…" you continue slowly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
"why are you doing this?" he asks, eyes narrowed. "volt won't mind if you sit around waiting."
you shrug your shoulders, avert your eyes and sigh. "i haven't… i'd like to feel useful, for a little bit. are you going to let me?"
as a response, all you get is a rag tossed in your general direction. it might've once been colourful, but it's been dulled and stained as a testament to its uses. you mutter a 'thanks' underneath your breath, before continuing what you were doing.
you and eddie still don't converse much, but do settle into a routine. you'll stick around to help him clean up after the night is finished and, as the days pass, your lists of responsibilities grows. besides what you'd already been doing, you now sweep and mop the floors after having moved all the tables and stools to the side, neatly stacking them up in rows. it's menial, mind-numbing work… but it's also simple, predictable and, in a sense, relaxing. you can just turn your brain off for a little while.
"you know i'm just giving you the tasks i don't want to do myself, right?" eddie breaks your shared silence after a couple of nights spent just like this. there's some amusement in his voice and, when you look up, there's a small smile playing around his lips.
"like i said, it's just nice to have something to do that… feels like it's making a difference. just a bit."
eddie rubs the back of his neck. "well. if you want to do something that'll truly make you feel useful, i could walk you through some of it."
