#evil ex tag

[hairscare]

MY EVIL EX IS INTO HAZBIN HOTEL LOSING MY MIIIIIND I KNOW HER FREAK ASS IS WRITING SMUT OF THE ABUSER MOTH GUY

[barbieing]

boys will ask you to marry them second week of dating but stop saying goodnight 3 months in

[kaitcake1289]

⚡️👾🌏

[astericias]

grian as ramona ^_^

[kaibaspuppy]

my toddace yaoi

[onefey]

the "average hydreigon is brutal and scary" factoid is actually just statistical error. ghetsis harmonia's hydreigon, the most fucked up and evil hydreigon ever, is an outlier and should not have been counted

[leafatlaw]

i just think its really funny, scott smajor has too many exs to dedicate songs to

[smiledog15578]

THE LIVING WILL DESCEND AND THE DEAD WILL RISE

[fujikos-gun]

it would be so awesome it would be so cool if someone made an evil exes dating sim

[yourlocalabomination]

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

[hairscare]

WHY IS MY EVIL EX TRYING TO TALK TO ME IN MY TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION IM GONNA KMS

[barbieing]

cried in the mall toilet today

[weaver-z]

This post was made for ex-members of any conservative/fundamentalist religion, not random anti-theist joes on this site. I'm not an anti-theist, I just dislike the fact that people from other countries or smaller communities feel that they can't speak out about their experiences without being accused of generalizing or being culturally Christian on this (very American) site.

[galaxygermdraws]

This is rushed slightly but. Happy birthday to my favorite evil little gremlin.

(reblogs with tag/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

[kandavers]

you have that one amazingly angsty drawing of radioapple. It’s the one where Luci says “you can break my heart, it’s only yours to break” or something like that and alastor admits that they are only in a relationship because he has ulterior motives. What are his motives?

btw it literally made me SOB. Love your art sm <3

Oh, to be completely honest I did not think that far! I just wanted to project HAHAHA

If I were to think of something on the spot, said "motive" would probably be: he wants to Take Over Hell, and what better way to do that than to strike the Ruler himself?

...something like that. Not very set on it, but yeah!

[darubyprincx]

Well damn, Mumbo was back.

Evil Xisuma didn't have a comms device of their own. They figured this out because the man himself flew up to them asking about diamonds.

"Uhh, hello, X?"

"What?" they asked, turning around to see a very nervous Mumbo (oh, who were they kidding, he was always nervous) standing behind them, holding a shulker box.

"Oh, you're not- my bad," he said, stepping backwards. "Sorry. I thought you were Xisuma."

"That's a first," muttered EX. "How the Hels did you fuck up that badly?"

"Right, you can swear," sighed Mumbo. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just- do you know where X is?"

"Nope."

"Okay," said Mumbo. "Do you think you'd be able to help me with-" [he waved his free hand vaguely] "diamond stuff?"

EX had zero idea how this man found them, or what the hell he wanted, or even why he was talking to them at all. Most Hermits just avoided this part of the Nether, and let them do their thing. But here Mumbo was, just standing there, diamonds in hand. Sure. Why not.

"Elaborate," they said, leaning back against the wall.

"Okay," started Mumbo. "I left the server a few months back to go on a trip, right?"

"Allegedly."

"When I- when I left, I was the richest Hermit. And then I got back, and I thought well I'm definitely not the richest Hermit anymore, but then I checked in my vault and there was substantially more diamonds in there than I remember?"

"What does any of this have to do with me or X?" asked EX flatly. At this point, they were just considering telling him to shove off and let them continue building this wall. This was a waste of time.

"I was wondering," said Mumbo, looking anywhere but their face (did this man go to therapy for anxiety? EX sure hoped he did. This was embarrasing.), "if you had perhaps lost any?"

What the fuck?

"I know you haven't been around," said Mumbo with a sigh, "but this is why I was looking for X first, and I just got really lost on my way there, and maybe there might be a chance that you-"

EX paused him with a wave of their hand. "You are smoking warped mushrooms if you think I have been anywhere close to the Overworld," they said, walking closer. "If this had been any other person, or any other situation, I would have said that oh yeah, I took your puny little diamonds, but this? I'm not even going to pretend that I have. Come on. Seriously, how did you get all the way out here?"

"I thought it was worth a shot," said Mumbo, stepping back two paces and almost tripping over a dint in the netherrack. "Since, y'know, that was sort of your whole thing in season 8-"

EX sighed. "We don't talk about season 8."

"Sorry."

There was a dead silence of about 10 seconds in which EX turned back around and continued building the wall. Hearing no footsteps or rockets, they turned back around and raised an eyebrow. "X's portal is about three thousand blocks southwest of here. If you want to make it before the sun goes down in the Overworld- maybe it's already set, who knows- you should probably get on it."

Mumbo cleared his throat. "Uh. Yeah that'd be good. Thanks?"

"Do you go to therapy for anxiety?"

"What?"

"You need therapy. Get out of my swamp."

Mumbo nodded and, almost dropping the shulker box, flew off in the direction that EX had specified.

They watched him go for a while longer, hands on hips. What a guy. What a weird fucking guy.