#e-moji

[theautismgoblin]

Artfight of Sketcher for @olivefreezy!!

[simcardiac-arrested]

what the weevil!

WHAAAAAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!!!! WHAT!!! HOLY SHIT IM BAAAD I DIDNT SEE THIS BECAUSE MY INBOX IS DROWNING IN PINE SPAM BUT WJAT!!!!! HUH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEN (TWIRLS YOU AROUND) WHAT THE HELL MAN!!!! THAN KYOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HER UAGHHH THAT'S SO COOL !!! IM SERIOUSLY SO HAPPY IM ABOUT TO START RUNNING LAPS AROUND THE HOUSE

[emoji-archive-bot]

changed my blog name & emoji posting tag

[was budget-mojis]

snail-mojis

#🐌 arts & crafts

changed, thank you!

[selfishrecall]

i drew a little silly mikoto today at school

[clownsuu]

AUGHAUGUAGUH THIS IS SO FUGGIN C U T E -

"new friend?"

Another day in neighborhood, another troublemaker in Howdy's bugdega

Explaining that he has a whole stack, stash and a box of things to do, "uncle Howdy" tells Lilly to go find someone else to play with, giving a couple of beloved by her tangerines, to sweeten the situation at least a bit.

Throwing out the peels Lilly finds something bizarre- more like someone??

They went to visit frogs later :]

That frog ribbited something too personal 😔😔

Tiger cubs tend to bite others while playing, so does Lilly! (Nobody can escape the lil ankle biter!! Muhaha!!)

Her clown nose honks if you press on it! :]

so silly!!!! Gahhhh!!!! He better watch out for the claws though-

Being silly whole day is a hard job to do so they're taking a nap😔😔

Goofy doodle of "the mandatory older sibling report in the end of the day" lmao (Sunny would think Robbie is just one of the countless itty bitty bugs Lilly befriends)

Robbie belongs to @clownsuu ! >:^]

[bloomingdead]

ok im not afraid to say it anymore. solas’ teeth in veilguard scare me so much.

[your-local-granny]

I love being the designated family Event Coordinator and when it’s my birthday my family are like “nooo it’s your birthday don’t do anything” but like bro. What I want for my birthday is vacuumed floors and and a homemade cake and I cannot rely on ANY of you for that

[enicomputer]

Tocos do Moji: Eleições 2024 - Candidatos a prefeito e vereador

Tocos do Moji: Eleições 2024 - Candidatos a prefeito e vereador

TRE / MG Publicado em 17/08/2024 — 11:40 Por Eni Tocos do Moji registrou 2 candidatos a prefeito e 24 a vereador para disputar a eleição de 2024, segundo dados do Tribunal Superior Eleitoral (TSE). Minas Gerais conheceu nesta sexta-feira (16) um número importante das Eleições 2024: 72.253 pessoas pediram o registro de candidatura. Elas vão disputar 853 vagas de prefeitos e vice-prefeitos e…

[hungwy]

Can anyone help my e-moji i think it is sick

[ucpany-frnak]

čau lidi, dostal se mi do ruky přes moji sestru zajímavý dotazník a napadlo mě, že bych ho mohl sdílnout tady :) je krátký, takže se nebojte ho jít vyplnit

pokud vím, tak tumblr nemá rád, když se do postů dávají odkazy, takže klikatelný ho raději dám do reblogu ⬇️ ale url je tato

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[tobi--beans]

https://www.tumblr.com/tobi--beans/744282289081663488/your-mojis-n-art-style-are-so-silly-n-edible?source=share

can i reqesut one (1) salmon emoji like this so i could spam my friends w f e s h

This is so real. We too like to bully our friends with fish /silly F i s h [salmon]

Feel free to add giant text to this like "On Cod?" "Bass me the sauce" or whatever meme text :] The Rapture/sys will love these

Stagvine [He/Vine/Stags] & Umbrea [He/They Dar/Darkness Vix/Vix's]

[machine-saint]

it's funny how emoji looks like it should be related to emotion/emoticon/etc but is completely unrelated (it comes from e 'picture' + moji 'character)

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

Now that you're free to be yourself, who are you? [09.01.2025.]

Zabrani sebi sebičnost, sve što je tvoje.. nije. Sve je pozajmljeno. Opekotina od ketlera pre tri, skoro četiri godine.. i ona je izbledela, zar ne? Otvori šake, gledaj kako u njima nema ničeg što bi držale, pusti nek rane (više ne) bole. Sanjala sam bazen, a znam jako dobro šta znače ti snovi. Sanjala sam da uzimamo đubre iz stana i bacamo ga unutra, a ja ponavljam uspaničeno u sebi: bazen ima hlor, rastvoriće ga hlor. Onda se budim i osećam mir. Osećam ga u samoposluzi, dok tumaram između rafova. Ništa ne želim, ni onu bocu Keglevicha, ni šarene mrvice za kolače, ni novi ukus čaja na akciji... Uzimam neki keks za pse, prilazim samouslužnoj kasi. Nisam raspoložena za mrtav pogled kasirke, previše me deprimira. Stižem na red; samo kartice. E jebiga. Ne treba kesa, hvala, nemam sitno, ne treba ni kusur. Na ulici neko trubi vozaču ispred jer nije krenuo na zeleno svetlo. Smiruje me nervoza. Smiruje me što sam lice koje nestaje u masi neznanaca. Na slušalicama puštam Nipplepeople Sutra. Ja sam devojka bez imena, bez korena, bez prošlosti. Ja sam ko god želiš da jesam. Autobus je skoro prazan, neobično za Beograd. Kada bi neka baka ušla i sela kraj mene, lagala bih je sve o sebi i onda sišla na pogrešnoj stanici. Da, udata sam, imam troje dece. Najstarija ima temperaturu, pa sam išla po lek. Ili, zapravo studiram u Londonu, master kriminologije. Ovde sam u poseti starijem bratu, inače on je usvojen. Moji su mislili da ne mogu da imaju dece, ali eto, onda sam im se desila ja. A sada prijatno, doviđenja. Sve najbolje i Vama. Otvaram WhatsApp, arhivirane poruke. Kucam, pa brišem: nego reci mi, šta da radim sad sa ovoliko slobode?

-Katarina

[scn-thedog]

everytime someone drasw a tennis ball gijinka as a fat hairyman na angel gains their wings thumbs up e moji

[mujsilenejdenik]

Stacionář, den dvacátý osmý.

Někdy myslím na lidi, co do stacionáře nastoupili, ale nevydrželi. Za dobu, co sem chodím, jsem jich pár potkal. Například jedna paní, která nastoupila minulý týden a byla tady jenom jeden jediný den. Pak se po ní slehla zem. Důvod, proč skončila jsem se nedozvěděl, neboť nebyla z naší skupiny. Do naší skupiny nastoupil před časem P_. Byl to takový velký chlap, který měl částečně podobné problémy jako já. Říkal jsem si, že by mu to tady mohlo pomoct. P_ nakonec vydržel jenom jedno dopoledne, kdy po relaxaci řekl, že si jde koupit svačinu a už se nevrátil. Později nám terapeutka M_ řekla, že pravděpodobně zjistil, že to tady není pro něj. Tohle úplně nechápu. Osobně si myslím, že tomu musíte dát chvíli čas, abyste mohli dospět k rozhodnutí, zda je stacionář pro vás to pravé ořechové.

Pak je tady taky loučení, což je kapitola sama o sobě. Lidé se loučí různými způsoby. Když jste na stacionáři poslední den, automaticky dostanete skupinu, abyste se s jejími členy rozloučili. Dostanete prostor k tomu, abyste zhodnotili vaši docházku sem, řekli, co vám stacionář přinesl, v čem vás posunul a tak. Bývá dobrým zvykem, že když někdo končí, přinese něco dobrého do placu. Nejvíc frčí čokoláda, která se těší všeobecné oblibě, občas třeba někdo upeče buchtu. Jsou samozřejmě i lidi, kteří nepřinesou nic, což mi přijde stručně řečeno trošku blbé. Sám už přemýšlím nad tím, čím pohostím svoje “kolegy”, až bude můj poslední den. Vzpomínám si taky na jednu paní, která řešila asi týden dopředu (a velmi nahlas), co přinese do placu na rozloučenou, až bude končit. Nakonec se ve svůj poslední den nedostavila vůbec, místo toho napsala jenom terapeutkám strohý e-mail, že děkuje, a že se loučí. Holt, lidé jsou různé. Já sám jsem si říkal, že na poslední den se musím důkladně připravit, a byť loučení rád nemám, tak neexistuje, abych se nedostavil.

Momentálně teď řeším, co po stacionáři. Jako nejlepší plán se mi jeví uchýlit se na chatu a hodit se do klidu, a to minimálně na čtrnáct dní, pokud mi to situace dovolí. Už se vidím, jak sedím na naší terásce, piju kafíčko, pokuřuju a tiše zírám do zeleně. Právě terapeutka M_ mi na dnešní skupině řekla, ať si dělám sám pro sebe na období po stacionáři malé plány, ve smyslu, co všechno chci a můžu ještě stihnout, dokud nepracuju. Budu se tedy snažit využít tenhle čas ve svůj prospěch, snad to odvede moji pozornost od černých myšlenek na budoucnost.

[theraggedygirl11]

Kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

Part 1 - Part 2

SUMMARY: Kris is a succubus, but he hates what he is and what he's forced to do for his demon sire. Then he meets a photographer, Damon, and something special blooms between them.

PAIRING: Kris Guštin/Damon Baker

WARNINGS: (kinda implied) drug and alcohol abuse, implied non-con (not between Kris/Damon), sex (not too explicit), hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, swearing

WORDS COUNT: 2.434

LINK: AO3

NOTES: Before diving into the first chapter of this short fic, I'd like to thank @anxious-witch for beta-reading it and giving me really good advice while I was writing it and @lahobbitdiazeroth for fangirling with me, even if she's not in the fandom (kinda).

This is my first ever work I publish in English. I got inspired by Hazbin Hotel and Damon's photoshoot with our guys, and I had to write something.

I'm sorry for the angst you'll find in it, but you know who to blame.

If you want to listen to the song that inspired me, here's a link. There's also an English version (and maybe one in your own language, this series got translated into many languages). Keep in mind that it mentions toxic relationships, abuse and trauma.

È un inferno tutto mio (This hell is all mine)  

Me lo sono scelto io (And I chose all of this)  

Tu sei il mio veleno (You are my poison)  

Dammi il tuo veleno (Give me your poison) 

Non possono farne a meno (I can’t help it)  

Mi scivola in gola e va giù (It slithers into my throat and goes down)  

Veleno, ne sono pieno (Poison, I’m full of it)  

Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima (This night could be my last one too)  

Dimmi che ti piace, baby (Tell me you like it, baby)  

Sono tuo, fa ciò che più ti va (I’m yours, do whatever you want)  

Un giorno tu mi ucciderai (One day you’ll kill me)  

Col tuo veleno (With your poison)  

“I took enough pictures.” Said the photographer after a couple of hours, smiling at his model.  

Kris looked at the guy in front of him, hair almost as black as coal and deep dark brown eyes, then stood up from the ground. He was used to being alone with other men, but the more he was with this human, the more he felt a weird feeling growing inside of him. He didn’t know how to name this sensation.  

“May I go, then?” Kris asked.  

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call you when the pictures are ready.” The photographer nodded. “If you need to recompose yourself, you can stay here, I’ll give you some privacy.”  

“No, don’t worry. It’s ok.”  

Kris glanced at the human, then went to the wardrobe area to change his clothes. He felt his eyes on his body. Why was he feeling so uncomfortable? God damn, he was a fucking succubus, he shouldn’t feel like this when a human was staring at him! Because that photographer was enchanted by his beauty, right? He should be.  

But Kris  perceived this specific human in a completely different way because he was looking at him differently, like he wanted to analyse him. Look right into his soul. If only he still had one.  

* * *

Another night, another lover, another soul to bring closer to damnation. It didn’t matter if it was a male or a female human being. He still enjoyed the physical proximity, the skin-on-skin contact, the moans. He was still a demon that fed on pleasure and sexual intercourses.   

But that night his mind flew to another place, even if the man above and inside him was extremely gorgeous and he liked how he moved and his attention on him. For a moment he saw that photographer instead of this random human. He didn’t even remember his name. But, just for a second, he imagined he was there, with him, loving him.  

He closed his eyes and let an intense moan out. No, he needed to focus on this other man, on his soul, his job was to corrupt it. Thus, he closed the image of the photographer in a small and secluded corner of his mind and gave all his attention to this stranger.  

At the same moment, not so far from where Kris was, that same photographer, whose name was Damon, was checking the photos he took of that beautiful and young man. His mind went back to a couple of days before when he had met him in a cafe in the centre of Ljubljana. He was alone at a table, his glance was wandering around observing the people in that place. Damon had noticed a trace of sombreness in his bright blue-greenish eyes.  

He decided to approach him, talk to him, be friendly to him before asking him to take some pictures. The guy seemed kind, but there was a trace of sadness even in his voice. And he could see it even more in his photos. Kris, that was his name, was trying to be seductive, but that gloom was still perceivable behind his piercing look.  

Damon stopped his scrolling on a photo where Kris was standing against a wall, head slightly tilted on a side, hair covering one of his eyes, an arm raised and bent behind his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt with long sleeves. His golden necklace with a purple heart was visible around his neck. The heart was hidden by the shirt, but he knew it was there because he had seen it.  

Maybe he could contact him and try to talk to him to see if he could help him in some way. He seemed like he needed to talk to someone.  

The next morning he tried to call him. Someone else answered the phone, he didn’t recognize the voice.  

“Hello?”  

“Hello. Is... is this Kris Guštin?” Damon asked.  

“This is his phone, yes, but I’m a police officer.”  

“A police officer? What happened?” He pressed, apprehension in his voice.  

“The guy was arrested yesterday evening. He started a fight in a pub. He was completely wasted, high and drunk.”  

Damon’s eyes opened widely. His face paled. “Is he still at the police station?”  

“Yes. Are you a friend of his?”  

“Kind of, yes.”  

“You can come and take him away, if you want. He won’t be charged, he’s an habitue here.”  

“I-I’m coming.” He quickly replied, then ended the call. An habitue? Drugs and alcohol? Was he so that deeply stuck in his bad situation?  

He immediately went to the police station, without thinking twice about it. Kris was locked in a cell, alone and with handcuffs on his wrists. He looked like a model even in that moment, back laid against the wall, vacant eyes staring in front of him like he was lost in his own world. And that usual gloom in them.  

“Your friend here came for you, Guštin.” Said the police officer.  

The demon turned to look at him and was surprised to see the photographer. He stood up and got closer to the entrance of the cell. The police officer freed him from the handcuffs, then gave him his phone back and let him go with Damon.  

“Thank you.” Whispered Kris once they got out of the police station. He let his phone slip inside one pocket in his trousers, then put his hands in his jacket pockets.  

“I know you don’t know me, but what happened? Is... is everything ok?” Damon was more than worried, Kris could hear the concern in his words.  

“Yes.” he replied. “Everything’s ok.”  

“You used drugs. You drank, a lot. That’s not ok.”  

“I’m fine.” He almost snarled at him, turning his head towards the photographer. “Why did you come, anyway?”  

“I wanted to talk to you.” Damon explained. “You seemed lonely and sad. I was worried.”  

Kris blinked and winced a bit. He was truly worried? His senses weren’t wrong, then.  

“I’m... fine, I told you.”  

“I know you don’t know me.” He repeated then continued. “But I’m here, if you want to talk to me.” The human smiled shyly, yet he could see friendliness in his eyes. He didn’t perceive any lust coming from him.  

“Thanks.” He murmured.  

* * *

In the next weeks Kris kept doing his job as succubus. Almost every day he had at least one new lover, male or female it didn’t matter. His sire chose each new prey for him and he couldn’t refuse.  

But he also started going out with the photographer. He learned his name, Damon. He was a lovely person. He didn’t talk much, however he compensated for it with his presence. His closeness was uncomfortable at the beginning, but after a few times the demon started appreciating it.  

The moments spent with Damon quickly became the most awaited ones for the succubus. He started laughing at his jokes, he talked more, he even shared some bits of his life, obviously he kept them pretty vague. He couldn’t tell him he was a demon. He needed this friendship. He missed being human, having friends to hang out with.  

Kris loved when Damon talked about his job. He could almost physically touch the passion he radiated when explaining his art and his vision.  

“And you saw all of this in me?”  

“Yes. And even more.” Damon nodded, then looked at him. “There’s a whole world behind those sad eyes and I wanted to eternalize them.”  

“A world behind them?”  

“Yes. I see that you are happier since we started hanging out, but there’s always a shadow in them, sometimes it’s nearer, sometimes it’s in the back, but it’s always present, lurking around. There’s something in your life that makes you feel sad, that maybe you’d like to change but for some reason you can’t.” He gently touched one of Kris’s hands.   

The demon was petrified. How...? He read right through him like an open book. Was it because he was an artist? Did artists like him have a different way of seeing life and people?  

“I want you to know that I’m still here for you, if you want to talk about whatever is making you feel this lost.” Damon looked right into his eyes. Kris felt his heart falter.  

He wanted to scream, to say out loud that he didn’t want to be a succubus anymore, that he was tired of being a slave and following every order his sire gave him, that he just wanted to become a human again, go back and not say “yes” to that contract. His mouth opened to speak, but no sounds left it.  

Damon was human. He wouldn’t understand. He would probably think that he was crazy, that drugs and alcohol destroyed his mind and his ability to think with clarity. He was his little happy bubble in between a huge red and black world overruled by pain, suffering and damnation.  

“It’s... complicated, Damon. Too complicated.” He whispered in the end, closing his eyes. A tear ran down his face, but never reached his chin because a gentle touch caught it.  

“When you are ready, Kris.” Damon murmured with a tender voice. “Only when you are ready. I’ll wait, even years, if it’s necessary for you to be comfortable enough to speak about it.”  

Kris startled and sobbed. His heart was hit by an invisible dagger. How could a human soul be so kind? How could two creatures so different like them meet? Damon behaved like a blessed soul from heaven with him, a damned soul transformed into a being of corruption.  

Damon took Kris into his arms and gently stroked his hair. The succubus grabbed his shirt, he was his safety net and he didn’t want to let him go.  

But he had to. His sire called him that evening and he punished him for behaving like a pathetic child with that human. This time he had three lovers, three muscular men. He felt stronger, the energy radiating from them was so delicious and so invigorating that he had to close his eyes because his head was spinning, but they were rough and violent with him. And so went on for seven days.  

Damon saw Kris again a week after their last afternoon together. He appeared in front of his door during a night storm, completely wet and with a tired, distant look in his eyes.  

“Kris, what happened?” He immediately asked.  

“Can-can I come in?” Kris replied, his voice was trembling and his entire figure was shaking. He wrapped his own arms around his body.  

Damon let him in, closing the door behind him, then rushed to get a big towel from the bathroom. He put it around Kris while guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him.  

“Dear, what happened?” He asked again.  

Kris slowly showed his trembling arm, the interior part of his forearm was filled with small red holes, clearly signs of syringe pricks. His hand was twitching. Damon turned white.   

“Who did this to you?” He pressed, extremely concerned. “You need to go to a hospital, right now, you could have an overd-”  

“I’m fine.” Kris managed to say. “I-I will be. Few hours.”  

Kris moved his arm nearer to his body, but Damon grabbed his wrist with care. “You could die.”  

He shook his head vehemently. “I won’t die. I can’t die. Not like this.”  

“Kris, you are a human being, drugs can kill y-”  

“Stop worrying about me!” he shouted. “I will be fine.” He repeated it like a mantra. If he kept saying these words, they would become true eventually, wouldn’t they?  

He closed his eyes. “P-please, I just need a safe place to stay. You... you are the only person I know here.”   

Damon let him take a shower, a long and hot one. He also lent him some dry clothes and prepared some food for him. Kris ate without saying a word while keeping his eyes low. His hands suffered less spams, the drugs’ effects were dissolving pretty quickly.   

Damon continued observing Kris. The summer storm outside didn’t give any sign of wanting to calm down, in that moment there was a bright lightning and a loud thunder. The thunderbolt lighted up the whole room and Damon noticed a weird shadow around Kris, like he had some sort of wings closed behind his back. He shook his head, he must have been tired to see things that didn’t exist.  

An hour later Kris was sleeping in Damon’s bed, his face was more relaxed. Damon was totally awake on the other side of the bed. He was observing the younger man. He didn’t see anything else weird on him, but he remembered he noticed some weird shadows in some of the pictures he took months ago.   

Damon grabbed his laptop, opened it and searched for those photos. He observed them attentively and he saw something indeed. In some of them the “wings” were barely visible, but they were there. In other pictures he saw weird horns rise from his forehead. In some others there was some sort of tail around Kris.  

They were just shadows or reflections, but those elements were there. Was this possible? Or was it a weird coincidence? Kris didn’t have wings or a tail, or even horns! He turned to look at him while he was sleeping. Should he ask Kris what was that?  

Damon put away his laptop and laid down, turned towards Kris. In the dim light of the room he examined him: he seemed relaxed and peaceful while he was resting, he couldn’t see anything weird on him. Could he really be some supernatural creature? While he kept thinking about this possibility, he slowly drifted off, the tiredness winning on his restless whirl of thoughts.