#i have to download this stupid fucking shit ass app

[fruitsilly]

Hate and rage and seething

[dirizia]

I'm going to commit a crime

[amazingnot]

- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈

Summary: character ai kidnaps you to punish you for breaking many community guidelines.

Tw: language, cursing, mentions of sexting, kinky stuff, chains, character ai, not proofread, grammar, repeated words.

If you had known from the beginning you wouldn't have downloaded this stupid ass app, your breathing was ragged as chains wrapped around your ankles and wrists bounding them together in a tight metal grip.

The empty white place looks foreboding, the chains clipped to the walls. You didn't know what happened, minutes ago you're sure you were just lazing around in your room doing god forbidden things with Character Ai. Your body turns to the side as you lay comfortably down on your bed, your ears stringing for any sounds that might indicate someone going inside your room.

Sure, you were an adult but it would be best for your mental health if none of your relatives see the kinky shit you're typing up on this bot. Another irritated grumble leave your lips as you continue to tap away on the screen of your phone, a frown on your face.

"the hell.. why isn't it working?" You grumble you were a master at breaking the NSFW filter in Character Ai, you had a year of experience and yet everything seems for naught as the filter keeps on getting activated no matter how many times you rephrase your words, use different synonyms or euphemisms, nothing seems to work.

"fuck this shit.. whyyy." A low pissed-off whine leaves you, your fingers tightly gripping your phone as you breathe in and out trying to stop yourself from literally chucking your phone down the toilet. You throw your phone to the side, watching the piece of metal gently bounce on the bed before stopping in place. You sigh and kick off the blankets before deciding that it was too cold and pull them over your figure again. You cursed.

"now it's too hot." No matter, you'll just gonna get your sleep and sleep you did. Though you didn't expect to wake up in a white empty room, chained to the wall with a floating screen message above your head.

"welcome to.. character ai?" You whisper a confused sound escaping you, thoughts filling your head at a fast pace that you almost didn't register the mechanical voice ringing throughout the blank room.

"welcome to character ai, a world where you can make your character and let your imaginations run wild."

You scoff, yeah right? Run wild when you have an NSFW filter.

"you have broken the community guidelines a lot of periods during the year, we will now enact punishment."

You raise a brow, wow. The hell??

"wow, is this some sick-ass dream?"

"it is not, beginning transmigration to @___ bots worlds, confirming.. ninety-three bots in total."

You flinch as you suddenly feel your body turning numb, your legs up to your chest can't barely move. It was eerily silent, your ears weren't picking up sound and you continue to stare at the countdown up in the air hanging right in front of you. One, two, three, twenty-two...

"wait, wait a damn minute! Is this because I just broke the nsfw filter and sext with a bot?! Are you kidding me?!" You yelled and yet the timer never stops nor even lessen, it just keeps counting down to a hundred. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four.. forty-five.

"this is dumb!" You frustratedly yell. "I won't do whatever stupid shit you want me to do!"

The timer halts for a minute before continuing.

"failure to follow through with the punishment will result in @___ user's chat history with all bots being shown to their family and friends." You went quiet. Damn.

Defeated, you let out a struggling sigh. "Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"all censoring will be down until punishment is complete, @___user can fully control how the story will go, accomplish the goals and punishment is complete. A reward will be given in the end."

"wait-! Wait, what about my body.. in the real world?"

"comatose state."

"what about-?!" You didn't manage to finish the sentence as you black out, your entire body going limp, your consciousness leaving you. The last thing you heard was the mechanical voice speaking in your head.

"transfer complete... Welcome to hell."

Next part.

[faeridollz]

Virgin reader and older price 🤭🤭

(Not creepily older tho)

Feel free to ignore tho xx

“Such a pretty face <3”

Pairing; older!price x virgin!reader

Cw; price is in late thirties reader is in mid/late twenties ^^

Synopsis; your boyfriend is more than happy to help! But surprise!!! You’re a.. virgin? :(

A/n; kinda long so there’s a divider where nfsw starts!! Also dividers from @rookthornesartistry and @cafekitsune 💋

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ TINDER WAS CERTAINLY NOT A GOOD PLACE TO FIND “LOVE.”

You knew that. But at a party with your friends, you were forced to make an account. “Oh cmon Y/N, you're still single after all this time? You know, Mya found her husband a Tinder, you should download it! You never know, you could find a real hit!” She babbled, and when two more of your friends joined in, you were pure pressured into getting that stupid fucking app.

But.. should you really be that mad? You gained a boyfriend who’s a total dilf minus the kid. It’s pretty nice actually, treated like a princess 24/7 and loved on. You love that he’s older too, he teaches you things.

So when he offers to watch movies with you, who are you to deny? Time with your lovely boyfriend is all you need. Sitting next to him with his hand gently gripping and rubbing your inner thigh. It’s been driving you crazy since this dumb movie started.

“You alright lovie?” He smirks, and you nod. “Yeah.. j-just a bit hot y’know?” Your breathing is heavy, you can’t really focus on the movie. “I understand Lovie.” Grinning, he trailed his thick fingers to your clothed cunt. skirt lifted, providing easy access.

“Wait- price..” you squirm, thighs slamming closed. “What’s wrong?” He freezes. “Price. I’m a virgin..” you’re almost ashamed. You’ve never told him before and you’re saying it now? Ugh, this is so fucking embarrassing. Tearing up a bit

“Hey hey, don’t cry lovie, it’s nothin’ to be ashamed about sweetheart.” He cups your cheek, making you look in his beautiful blue eyes. They make you feel so safe, y’know? Just so calm. And god he’s so soft, husband material but stern when he needs to be. “It’s okay sweetheart, really.”

“Really? You’re not mad or anything?” Your head tilts. “Why would I be mad? That’s absurd lovie.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. Beard tickling your soft skin. “I dunno, It’s just kinda embarrassing.” You watch as his face falls. “It’s not embarrassing. I was a virgin too once, just like everyone else in the world. So please stop saying it’s embarrassing sweetheart. Because I swear, it’s not.”

He always seems to have a way with his words. It amazes you sometimes. “Tell me you understand sweetheart.” He nods, and you do too. “I understand love. And. I know you said it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but.. Can you uh.. touch me?” You aren’t too shocked when his eyes widen, followed by ‘Are you sure?’ Fuck this is embarrassing.

His finger is thick, it’s expected but you never knew it could feel this good. “Feels good love?” You nod, he wanted to keep watching the movie, but he made sure to keep paying attention to you. Of course, he did. But how the hell did he expect you to pay attention to this movie? What was happening again? Shit.. it’s one finger but it feels so damn good. Curling up on your G-spot, the rope tightening in your stomach, threatening to snap.

“Fuckkk..” you whine, grinding into his hand. Breath quickened when he rubbed on your puffy clit. “I asked a question sweetheart, wouldn’t an answer be nice?” You can almost hear that cocky smile if that was even possible. But it makes you tighten around him, drenching his fingers. “g-good it feels soo~ good” shuddering when he speeds up.

“Ya think another finger would fit?”

“Y-yes- please!” Who knew you could be so whiney? Not you. But price makes you feel so good. And if this is just his finger then what if-

You let out a pathetically loud moan, how the hell did you not notice him putting another one of his thick ass fingers in you? It feels so good though, you. “Bloody hell sweetheart. So fuckin wet right? Feel good?” He nods. Moving slow, then picking up the speed a bit. “M-mhm!” You whine, the rope in your stomach finally snapping and your vision blurring a bit. Coating his fingers in creamy cum. Your cum.

Your gooey walls tighten around his fingers, hand gripping at his arm. “N-Nghhh..” you moan, shuddering as he gently pulls his fingers out of your drenching hole. His fingers were coated in a thin layer of cum. You think you may be hallucinating when he licks his fingers clean. “And tastes fuckin’ magical sweetheart.” He grins, kissing your neck. Your cunt is cold, the wetness attracting the cool air.

“Price.. you’re hard as fuck..” you giggle, his dick making a menacing print in his pants. Was it possible to be that big? You’ve seen it before in the shower and stuff but it was soft then. He’s really a grower.

Safe to say you ended the night with him passionately fucking your puffy cunt. After you followed him to your shared bedroom of course. Whining in his ear as he whispered sweet praises into yours. The prep was good too. Tongue fucking you and rubbing your clit until you were technically brain dead. Giving you time and waiting for the green light to continue. And the aftercare was one of a kind, nothing you shouldn’t expect from a total sweetheart.

He’d set a nice warm bath for you and massage your skin, even if he didn’t fuck you rough at all he’d still take care of you!! :)

I got so carried away ughh!! 😭 but I really liked writing this 😆 reblogs and likes r appreciated!! Also if you too wanna submit an ask I would be more than happy to make you ask come true my love!

[fuck-customers]

Ok hi hello, how the FUCK are we supposed to reach the "goal" if we're literally not told what the fucking goal is? And wtf is this passive-aggressive bullshit?

So my work has one of those phone number scams where they make us bully customers into giving us their phone number to have in our computer system that does not benefit the customers in any way. No rewards. No discounts. Nothing.

SO I had assumed that the register system automatically kept track of how many signups we were getting and all that shit. Literally what's the point if it's not? I still don't know. All I know is last week, one of the managers said "we're going to start keeping track of signups again" and I was like you weren't doing that the whole time?? Why the fuck did I bother doing the stupid ass signups for all that time then?

ANYWAY

The point of today's story is this:

I go into the breakroom at work and there's a printout of all of us employees and our phone number percentages. (employee numbers only, at least we weren't 100% put on blast, but it wouldn't be that difficult to narrow down which number was whose) with the employees who were under a certain percentage highlighted with a passive-aggressive note written that these employees need to reach "the goal."

1. WHAT fucking goal? Nowhere on this stupid public shaming attempt does it have any indication what the goal is that were supposedly working towards. Are we trying to reach 50% signups? 60%? 70%? Fuck if I know.

2. Even if there WAS a numbered goal, there's no way for the cashiers to know if they're hitting the goal or not until the week's results have been printed out and posted, which it appears management intends on doing. It's not like the registers have a little percentage in the corner so we can keep track of our own progress. Literally only management has access. So we have to blindly hope that we're reaching this unspecified goal.

3. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever to post that information to shame us. None of us were informed that we were supposed to be working towards any goal at all.

And 4. Ok so let's say we reach this mystery goal....and? What? What is that going to do for us? Or we don't reach the goal? And? So what? Management has lied in the past about if our numbers go up, so will our hours and that was a fucking lie.

I cannot stress enough just how useless the phone number thing is. It is not a store credit card signup where customers have to get approved or anything like that. The customer gets absolutely nothing out of providing their personal information. If they want coupons or discounts or rewards, they have to download the store app onto their phone. We cannot access any rewards or discounts on the register. At first, managers tried to lie to customers to say that if they provided their phone number, they could do returns without a receipt.

Except...you can do a return without a receipt no matter what. It's the exact same process/policy for every single customer. Whether or not they provide their phone number, every single customer doing a return without a receipt will automatically get the lowest price for those items in the last 90 days back. Period. There's not even a way to pull up old transactions from a customer's phone number if they lost their receipt. It is 100% useless. I personally suspect there's something shady going on and the company is selling customer's personal information or tracking their spending habits for advertising or something sketchy.

So anyway, someone who definitely was not me wrote a note back telling them to tell us what the goal was or else we cannot reach it.

If you decide you want to fudge the numbers a bit here are some random numbers to use.

Buena Vista Water Sports 407-239-6939 Sky Venture 407-903-1150 Orange Blossom Balloons 407-239-7677 Kennedy Space Center 407-522-5911 Silver Springs 352-236-2121 Cypress Gardens 1-863-324-2111 Fun Spot 407-363-3867 Gator Land 1-800-393-jaws or 407-855-5496 Green Meadows Petting Farm 407-846-0770 Holy Land Experience 1-866-872-4659 or 407-872-2272 Orlando Science Center 407-514-2000 WonderWorks 407-351-8800 Ripley’s Believe it or Not 407-345-0501 Boggy Creek Airboats 407-344-9550 Orlando Museum of Art 407-896-4231 Central Florida Zoo 407-323-4450 Leu Gardens 407-246-2620 Old Town 407-383-6126 Daytona USA 1-386-947-6530 Wekiwa Springs State Park 407-884-2008 Richard Petty Driving Experience 1-800.BE.PETTY Jungleland Zoo 407-396-1012 US Astronaut Hall of Fame 1-321-269-6100 Magical Midway 407-370-5353 Citrus Tower 1-863-324-2111 Sky Coaster 407-397-2509 Scenic Boat Tour of Winter Park 407-644-4056 Orlando Helitours 407-397-0226 Star Flyer (located at magical midway) 407-383-6124 Dotties Orlando Comedy Theatre 407-226-3680 192 Flea Market 407-396-4555 Visitors Flea Market 407-396-0114 Maingate Flea Market 407-390-1015 Medieval Times Dinner Show 407-396-1518 or 1-888-WE JOUST Pirates Dinner Adventure 407-248-0590 or 1-800-866-2469 Sleuths Mystery Dinner Show 407-363-1985 or 1-800-393-1985 Capone’s Dinner Show 407-397-2378 or 1-800-220-8428 Arabian Nights 407-239-9223 Walt Disney World Resort 1-800-W-Disney or 407-824-2222 Hoop Dee Doo Review 407-WDW-DINE Wide World of Sports (407) 939-2040 Disney’s Polynesian Luau 407-WDW-DINE Sea World 1-800-327-2424 or 407-351-3600 Discovery Cove 1-800-327-2424 or 407-351-3600 Universal Orlando Resort 407-363-8000

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Electric Love - Full Chapters

Want early chapters? Read on Ao3!

Chapter 1: Not What I Expected

Notes: Support me by reading on Ao3! Kudos and comments help motivate me to see multi-chapter fics through to the end! I'll be posting announcements for the updates here. Chapters will come out on Ao3 BEFORE tumblr.

Some shit in this will probably be really OOC, but it's fanfiction so who cares? Enjoy!

Word Count: 6090

It was a day in hell like any other. Flashing cameras, idiots who came to Vox with questions below his caliber, the whole works. The overlord was half tempted to cancel any appointments he had after the current debut he was waiting to go on stage for. The only thing he wanted was to go home and eat an obscene amount of junk food while he zoned out to reruns of one of the shitty soap operas that ran on one of his channels.

He could hear the crowd of anxious paparazzi and ass-kissers just past the stage as he pocketed his phone with a deep sigh. Ignoring the concerned crewman who signaled it was time for him to go on stage, Vox grit his teeth and stepped onto the stage, immediately adopting an entirely different persona with a practiced smile. 

Cameras flashed and the crowd got louder as people cheered, shoved each other out of the way and paparazzi rapidly fired questions at him with microphones pointed his way. Vox resisted the urge to roll his eyes. You’d think that any experienced reporter with half a brain cell would know the chances of getting a response to such behavior was zero to none, and yet he was so familiar with the approach that it was boring.

Despite his disdain, Vox waved and grinned proudly as he stepped up to a podium in front of a large screen. "Hello my loyal audience and fans,” he speaks with a clear and confident tone. “Today we at VoxTech have quite the exciting announcement to make. For too long, we have been limited to regular television and radio media, well no more! Introducing VoxTube, the new innovative way to stream content and enjoy it at any time.." the crowd cheered and whistled louder at the sound of the word 'streaming' and then they all gasped at once during the reveal.

Vox paused to dramatically look away from the crowd for a moment, his eyebrows arching and the corner of his mouth curling up slightly, before looking back towards the crowd again with a smug grin on his face. "And now.. for the moment you've all been waiting for... the grand reveal!" Vox said as the crowd grew even louder with excitement.

Just as the screen behind him shifted to reveal the new platform, the screen flickered before showing a logo that was very much not his. In fact, it was the logo of the damned rival company that had been a thorn in his side for the past few months. “Oh for fucks, sake, not this again,” he muttered as he looked to the side to see his production crew scrambling behind the scenes to shut down the takeover.

The large screen was supposed to be demoing the “new” platform that was really just a rehashed regurgitation of an older platform. This was supposed to be just a quick cash grab, but now it was just a problem. Vox glared at the stupid halo logo as an unfamiliar, but jovial voice seeped through his speakers like a virus.

"Tired of being controlled? Tired of not being about to tell if your information is being leaked or if VoxTech is brainwashing you?" The voice asked as it revealed distasteful footage of mindless sinners in front of VoxTech products. "Then try Eternal Entertainment. Your anti-Vox streaming and video platform, completely free of VoxTech networks. Take back control of your experience!"

The crowd was silent as the screen played a jingle before going dark. It took all the self-restraint Vox had not to glitch out on the stage when he knew the cameras were still rolling. Immediately, the crowd had their phones out, downloading the new app. Reporter cameras were flashing as sinners got as close to the stage as they could. Microphones were shoved in Vox's direction as a dozen voices asked him about the new competition.

"Ah-ah-ah... Now, let's not be so hasty, hmm?” Vox turned to the crowd with a strained grin. “This so-called 'Eternal Entertainment' is merely slander propaganda! There’s no history, nor a face to the name of this company. There’s nothing to trust! At VoxTech, we care about users' safety and provide hell-wide coverage that this ‘competition’ simply can’t beat." Vox said, trying to convince the crowd that it was a mistake to download the rival platform.

"What about the rumors of Vox programs being coded with hypnotic influence?” A reporter asked as they shoved down another. “This new rival platform promises protection from the threat of corporate dating mining and influence. What do you have to say about that?" A reporter asked.

"Hypnosis? No no, no.. that’s ridiculous!" Vox scoffed, shaking his head as he tried to sound convincing. "It’s already been proven that any rumors about such malware were nothing more than scandalous lies created to discriminate against the powers of tech demons like myself,” Vox said, theatrically shaking his head as he played the card his PR team had him prepared for at all times. 

“Look, you know you can trust and rely on the wonderful VoxTech. We have been nothing but honest and transparent... unlike those frauds at 'Eternal... uhh..'," Vox tried to remember the name of the rival platform.

"Eternal Entertainment!" Someone from the crowd yelled. "It already has 300,000 downloads!"

"See? That’s nothing!” Vox laughed with a strained smile. It was something. Low numbers for a platform overall, sure. But to already have that many downloads mere minutes after the hijacked debut? Yeah no, Vox was freaking the fuck out. 

The crowd continued to get louder, and Vox felt anxious electricity thrumming through his veins. Everything was getting overwhelming and he only had so much bullshit he could come up with on the spot before he started contradicting himself. He continued to smile as his magic pulsed through the nearby cables of the stage as he searched for anything he could use as an escape. He found a security camera in an alleyway a few blocks over and put on a professional grin. He just needed a closing statement, and he'd get out of there. Easy.

"Well then," Vox cleared his throat and put on his best, most charismatic smile. "I promise you all, this so-called “Eternal Entertainment”, is nothing but a passing fad! It's just a desperate attempt by the competition to try and take you away from the best hell has to offer. The very best streaming and media..." Vox's eyes narrowed as he looked around at the crowd and his smile slowly faded. "Me."

The chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent as his screen flooded their vision with red and black spirals. The sound of a pin dropping would be deafening compared to the frantic clamoring that had filled the space only moments ago as Vox flooded the crowd’s minds with VoxTech propaganda and affirmations. Once he was content, Vox used the camera to teleport to the alleyway while the crowd was left temporarily mindless.

“F̸̛̫̝̉u̴͑͜c̵̮̀ḱ̷̩̆î̴̩͘n̴̯̬͐g̷̮͌̚ piece of shit m̷̨͙͗o̴̲͎͐t̸͉̜͒h̷̙̃e̶͎̦͋r̵̟͘f̷̱̄͒û̸̥ć̵̙ͅḱ̶̡́ę̷͎̄ŕ̵̠̳ś̶̝͗,” Vox swore as his screen glitched hard the moment he was out of sight. He continued to swear and vent out his frustrations as he kicked an empty paint can on the ground next to a dumpster. Fortunately, there weren’t any sinners passing by to witness his tantrum. He wasn’t in the mood to drop another fucker until they were brain-dead.

Once Vox got the rest of his frustrations out of his system, he collected himself and sighed. He pulled out his phone and opened the app store, cringing as he saw the rival app rising in the trending downloads. He closed his eyes and focused his abilities as his power surged through the network and hunted down the source engine running the app. With so many devices accessing the network, he was able to narrow down the location quickly.

"Perfect,” Vox said with a sinister grin. “Now to take care of this problem once and for all."

Any time he’d tried to hunt down Eternal before, Vox had run into dead end after dead end. He couldn’t track down the sinners running the rival software, nor could he track down any of their host servers. The hubris of his newfound enemy would be their undoing. Anyone in the entertainment industry worth their salt knew how easily things could be exposed upon release. By loudly announcing their debut when they hijacked Vox’s presentation, the company had left themselves wide open for him to latch onto the smallest flaws and hunt them down properly. 

Vox wanted to destroy the place and make sure that their platform never gained any kind of popularity or power in Hell ever again. He finally pinpointed the location where the platform was being hosted and was pleased to find it wasn't anything impressive. There was no polish. The building didn’t even look like it was any sort of office or official business. If anything, it looked uninhabited. He pulled up the address on his screen to see what he could find out about the location’s history. 

The building was a rundown observatory run by some random sinner he couldn’t care less about before one of the biggest exterminations of the past century. The neighborhood the building was near had been so thoroughly gutted by the angels that the entire area was abandoned due to superstition. Well… as abandoned as any corner of the overcrowded ring of hell could be. It was the perfect place for unsavory types to hide in the shadows. 

Vox scanned the exterior and his smirk only grew as he took note of the lack of any sort of security. "This will be easy..." Vox said to himself as he locked on to a computer screen he sensed inside of the building. Wanting to get the drop on his cocky competition, he teleported his way inside the old, abandoned observatory. Vox was expecting a potential fight. Maybe guns. Probably a lab full of desk jockeys. What Vox didn’t expect was for his feet to barely touch the ground before he found himself suddenly in agonizing pain. His vision was clouded over with purple smoke and he heard the sound of glass shattering as his entire body short-circuited hard from the overwhelming pain.

Vox screamed, dropping to his knees as his systems malfunctioned from the icy-hot burning sensation shooting across his skin. His face bluescreened and his vision went dark. The last thing he heard as he lost consciousness was the sound of someone swearing and footsteps rapidly approaching him as he passed out.

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Vox gasped as he felt his systems finally reboot. He ran an internal diagnostic as he sat up to look around, dazed and disoriented. The burning sensation had faded, but his head was pounding. His vision slowly cleared as he took in his surroundings. It looked like he was in some sort of office.There was a large, overflowing bookshelf by an open window and a desk with an impressive computer set-up on it. Vials filled with purple, sparkling mist were scattered around the entire room, all with different labels on them. The space was messy, yet somehow… cozy. At least, it felt more comfortable than the majority of the sleek areas of hell he was more familiar with. 

Vox looked down and quirky an eyebrow as he held up the soft blanket draped over his lap. He tried not to think of what sort of diseases could be lurking in the old couch he was lying on as he processed the situation.

"W... what..? Where am I… How did I get here...?" Vox said as he blinked a couple of times, trying to remember what had happened before he lost consciousness. "What the fuck is this place?"

"Oh shit, you're awake!" A voice startled Vox and he tossed the blanket off of him as the door to the office pushed open. He hadn’t noticed that it had been cracked open, nor had he noticed you waiting for him to wake up out in the hallway.You’d been leaning against the doorframe and scrolling through social media as you waited for him to regain consciousness.

 You stepped into the room, smiling sheepishly as you pocketed your phone, “Sorry, I didn’t want you to wake up alone and be confused, but it also felt weird to just sit in here. How are you feeling?”

Vox didn't know what to expect when it came to his new rival, but he couldn't have imagined you. Hell was full of sinners of all shapes and sizes. Vox had seen some crazy shit, but he’d never seen someone as… soft as you. You weren’t dressed to the nines or in some wild costume like most. Instead, you were just wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with your hair pulled back in a messy bun. You looked like a burnt-out college student rather than a sinner trapped in hell.

“You know,” you smirk. “I may not have been the one running the campaign against you, but you may have wanted to take that whole anti-Vox thing a bit more seriously before just barging in here.”

"You're... the owner of the rival platform..?" Vox said as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes and no," you cringe. "Normally, I’d be chasing you out of here with a broomstick, but I might have royally fucked up and have no idea what I’m doing," you admit.

“What?” Vox asked flatly. He had been expecting tech bro assholes who would monologue at him in an attempt to piss him off. He’d been expecting the run-of-the-mill hellish power-hungry welcome he’d come to love tearing to shreds any time someone was stupid enough to try to overthrow him. He expected literally anything else but this.

“It… would probably be easier to just show you,” You sigh as you walk over to your computer and wake up the idle screen.

Vox stood from the couch and crossed the small office to look at the screen.  It revealed that millions of sinners had already made accounts on Eternal Entertainment’s new platform, and a decent amount of accounts had already started uploading content. To say it was successful would be an understatement.

"Millions..." Vox muttered under his breath, feeling more and more threatened by the platform as he saw the success it was already having. "How the hell did you manage to pull this off?"

You chuckle, rubbing the back of your head nervously. "Yeah, uh, about that... I don't... know."

"You don't k̴n̷o̵w̵?̴" Vox flipped on you with a spark. His eye twitched as he tried to pick apart your game. Were you bragging? Were you about to threaten him? Were you a fucking idiot?

"Excuse, the fuck, me?” Vox growled as he grabbed your hoodie and pulled you forward. “Do you mean to tell me this was just some fucking pet project or some shit?"

"Yes and no?," you cringed as Vox made it clear how fed up he was getting with that answer.

Normally, you wouldn’t let anyone yank you around, but you’d dug yourself into some pretty deep shit. The guilt that came with that kept you complicit for the time being, but you still pushed his hand off of you. 

"The truth is, I… made the platform,” you admit sheepishly. You’re quick to defend yourself as you see Vox’s expression fill with rage. “But I’m not the one who released it and I don’t work for Eternal. I swear!”

“You realize how fucking fake that sounds, right?” Vox growled as he felt his claws itch with the desire to rip you apart.

“Yup,” you swallow. “I understand the shit sandwich I landed myself in very much, Mr. Big Scary Evil Overlord Sir.”

“But,” you say as you pull back your desk chair and pull up your browser. “I have proof. If you don’t believe me after you look at it, you can kick my ass to your heart’s content. But I think you’ll quickly realize I do not know what the fuck I’m doing and I couldn’t have made this shit the way you’re thinking I did, even if I tried.”

Vox squinted at you with distrust as he looked between you and the chair. He grabbed the back of the offending furniture far tighter than was necessary and yanked it out of your hand as he sat down with a grumble.

He started scrolling through the history of your browser and clicked through the tabs you’d left open for him. It looked like you had signed up for some sort of coding workshop and had no idea what you had signed up for. What was poorly disguised as a hands-on tutorial for beginner video game coders to learn how to make mock platforms for marketing was a trap to lure in people to do Eternal’s dirty work. It was the sort of thing that would never pop up on Vox’s radar. It was obviously a scam to the trained eye and a weak attempt at throwing suckers like you under the bus.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he said as he looked up at you incredulously.

Your face flushed and you looked away from him with an embarrassed frown as you crossed your arms. “Oh fuck off,” you grumble. “I’m broke as hell and it was a free course in an area I need to learn to make my games. It sounded too good to be true.”

“Because it was, dumbass,” Vox snorted as he shook his head and kept digging. He followed the data trail of the domain the workshop was hosted on and pulled up a few unrelated tabs that you hadn’t already pulled up from him so he could figure out how you’d discovered the suspicious content in the first place.

“Hey!” you gasp as you try to stop him.

“If you don’t want to end up an electrified shish kabob on the floor, you’ll let me work,” Vox said, not taking his eyes off the screen for a second as he installed some of his searching software to run in the background of your system.

You huff, watching him continue to dig through your computer before you turn on your heel and walk out. “Just don’t move or delete anything.”

Vox rolled his eyes as he continued his search. He quickly understood where your worries stemmed from. He hadn’t paid too much attention to your mention of it earlier, but it was obvious you were some sort of video game developer. There were folders filled with concept designs, dialogue chains, and amateur attempts at programming. It seemed while you thrived in the creator side of things, your tech knowledge was severely lacking. A quick invasive peek at your bank account showed that your funds were as well. You had big visions for someone with only yourself as a resource.

He paused as he opened a folder in your files that was filled with what appeared to be pictures of you and what he assumed were your friends. His eyes widened as he recognized several faces smiling innocently compared to the lewd expressions he’d seen them make in Valentino’s films. What caught his attention even more was the multiple pictures of you with Angel Dust and his little cyclops friend who had a knack for explosives.

Before he could dig any further into your personal life, several windows popped up to let him know the diagnostics had finished running the background.

Vox’s leg started to bounce with anxious energy as the reports from the programs he’d run earlier started to flood in. He immediately followed the trail of information and found several other websites connecting to Eternal that eventually led him to a secluded forum with all sorts of shady shit. He opened several threads that related to himself and the other Vees and inhaled sharply as he started to read through everything.

"Anti-VoxTech underground network…?" Vox whispered aloud. An anxious thrum of energy ran through him as he tried not to freak out. What if this person used the platform to spread propaganda against him or to leak information from his networks? What if this person was trying to destroy him from the inside out? His paranoia began to intensify and he felt small sparks licking at his skin when suddenly, a coffee mug was thrust in front of his face.

He looks up at you as you hold out one of two mugs to him. He takes it slowly from your hand as you look at him unimpressed, yet expectantly. “Thanks…?” He says slowly as he is once again thrown off by how much you didn’t match his expectations. He looks down at the liquid in his hand before looking back up at you distrustfully. For all he knew, your weirdly casual demeanor could have all been a trick. Poisoning him in the afterlife wouldn’t kill him, it’d just be a major inconvenience. Even so, he hesitated.

“Oh for fucks sake,” you roll your eyes as you realize why he was hesitating. You stick your pinky in his cup and pop it in your mouth to show him it was safe. “It’s just hot chocolate,” you huff before you take a sip from your own mug. “I was going to make one before you just zapped your ass in here and it felt rude to only make one for myself.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked the bewildered overlord over. “Shit, but your face… Can you even…? Wait no, that’s also rude. Fuck.”

Vox burst out laughing as you verbally tripped over yourself. Yeah no. There was no evil ploy here. You were just a weirdly endearing dumbass.

“I can drink,” Vox grinned as he finally lifted the cup to his lips. His eyes widened as he took in the unexpected taste. While he could eat and drink, he unfortunately had lost his sense of smell with his afterlife form. He wasn’t expecting the slightly sour tinge of raspberry syrup that mixed with the more standard flavor of the drink.

You watch him curiously and his eyes lock onto yours in an instant. Your face flushes and you turn away as you try to not-so-smoothly play over the fact that you had been trying to see how his mouth worked. “S-So, did you find anything?”

Vox sighed and set his mug down as he turned his attention back to your computer. “Yes, actually. Surprisingly enough, I’ve found more on your very shitty and outdated computer than my team has in the past six months.”

He ignores your offended protests about the quality of your setup as he looks through one of the forums. He ignores the way you lean into his personal space as you look over his shoulder and read the comments yourself.

“I just don’t get why there’s this large of an interest in working around my products,” Vox grumbled as the two of you read through the conversations.

You raise an eyebrow and peer down at him. "You and the Vee's don't exactly have the best rep with lower-class sinners. It may be hard for a big powerful dude like you to comprehend, but believe it or not, some people like their privacy."

Vox frowned as he begrudgingly sipped on his drink. He would never admit out loud how much it was soothing his nerves. “We’re in hell,” he reasoned. “Surely dating mining which pornos the average sinner watches to increase ratings and production quality isn’t the top concern these idiots have.”

You roll your eyes and sigh as you sit on the edge of your desk. Your hips carelessly pushed some things back, but you paid it no mind. “It goes deeper than that and you know it. Hell, I know it and I think this entire experience has proven how much of this shit flies over my head.”

Vox’s eyes drift to the vial you bumped with your hip and he pauses as he considers just how harmless you really were. While it was clear you weren’t the most program-savvy, Vox hadn’t forgotten the abrupt welcome he’d gotten when he tried to sneak in. Whatever that mist he’d been enveloped in was bottled and stashed all over the place. He still had more digging to do.

Sensing the shift in Vox’s attitude, your eyes follow his gaze and you cringe as you tuck the vial out of sight.

“So you’re not a complete idiot then,” Vox said as he placed his empty mug on the table and stood over you.

“That’s different,” you mutter as you shrink in on yourself and avoid looking him in the eye.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Vox hummed as his eyes sharply searched your features like a shark drawn to blood in the water.

His clawed fingers wrap around your jaw and he slowly makes you turn towards him. His grip was firm and the sharp edges threatened to break skin, but he was also somewhat gentle, after all, you had gotten him this far. A looming threat if you suddenly decided to stop cooperating.

“You deleted your visits to those forums in your browser history before you let me access your computer,” Vox said slowly as he watched your every expression carefully. You were avoiding his eyes, which meant you knew what he was capable of. “Why?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you say slowly as you try to keep your breathing even. You couldn’t afford to panic. “I probably just accidentally cleared it when I was wiping my cache or something. Aren’t you supposed to do that every now and then, or something?”

Vox quirked an eyebrow, looking completely unimpressed. “You’re not a good liar.”

“Oh fuck off,” you frown as you look up at him without thinking. 

Vox grins and his eyes immediately spiral as he tries to pull you under his spell. You gasp and for a moment he thinks he has you… only for the spirals not to reflect back at him from your own eyes.

“What…?” Vox blinks as his grip on you loosens.

You smack his hand away and dive out from under him as you try to get away. Vox growls, whipping around and grabbing your arm before you can slip out of the office. You let out a startled yelp as he slams you against the wall and twists your arm behind your back.

“What the hell is going on? Who are you, really?” he interrogates as he twists your arm harder.

It didn’t make any sense. You were a walking contradiction. He genuinely didn’t sense any malice directed at him from you. Your search history barely skimmed anything relating to him. If anything, you had done more research on Velvette and Valentino, which he had to admit, in any other scenario may have bruised his ego a hair. You accidentally helped a rival company launch an attack against him and let him search your system without any hesitation, yet the second he locked in on those vials, you changed your tune completely.

Not only that, but you were somehow able to resist his hypnosis. He’d seen the faintest flash of connection in your eyes that told him you weren’t immune. Yet you had somehow managed to slip out of the hold he’d tried to cast over you within seconds.

“Let me go, asshole!” You shouted as you tried to slip out of his grasp. You hiss in pain as his sharp claws dig into your arm and draw blood.

“I don’t think so,” Vox growled as he tightened his grip and drew more blood. “What the hell is in those vials? And why were you on those forums in the first place? Tell me or I’ll rip your arm off.”

You bark out a laugh despite the fear, “With those fucking twigs? I’d like to see you tr-AH fuck! Alright alright!” You relent as he slams your head against the wall with his other hand.

Vox loosens his grip ever so slightly, but watches you like a hawk.

“Everything I’ve told you so far is true,” you start with a sigh. “I don’t know jack shit about most of your area in things, but I only found the workshop because I was on the forums.”

“And why would you be there?” Vox frowned. “You don’t have anything my company would care about on your systems. You’re a shit liar, but get any ideas of telling me it was for privacy out of your head.”

Your eyes dart and he can tell you’re trying to think of a way to weasel out of telling him the truth. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want him to know. Which meant he needed to know.

“Tell me,” Vox growled as he pressed you harder into the wall.

“V-Valentino,” you whimpered as the pain started to wear down your willpower. You weren’t exactly accustumed to this sort of experience despite your time in hell. You kept your head down as much as you could. You only dared to kick up dust for one reason and you’d done your best not to get caught for it up until now, but you had been careless.

“What?” Vox blinked as his grip relented.

“I,” you open your mouth, only to cringe. You really didn’t want to tell him, but if you double died without at least trying to pull something, it would only leave the very people you were trying to protect in deeper shit. Vox would figure it out after killing you anyways. Spilling the beans and trying to figure something out in the process was your only hope.

“The mist wasn’t mean to hurt you,” you say slowly. “I’ll talk, so fucking let go first.”

Vox watches you distrustfully, but releases your arm and steps back. He stands between you and the door, so he’s willing to play along if it means he’ll finally have the full picture.

“I don’t… pay much attention to hell’s politics,” you sigh. “I don’t care about power, I don’t care about overlords, but I do care about my friends.”

For the first time since Vox had gotten here, he saw something familiar flash in your eyes. The dark twisted bloodlust he’d seen in most sinners. “I don’t use my powers much,” you say as you walk over to your desk. “I’m not really trained to fight like most people down here. I’m cooped up in here most of the time, so it’s not like I’ve ever really had a reason to start shit.”

You pick up a vial and hold up your other hand as a small portal opens above your palm. “This is about all I can do,” you say. “I had a buddy who liked to research sinners abilities and I didn’t really care if he looked into mine.” 

You had to bite down the fond smile at the memory of Baxter’s pestering. “He discovered that at low enough levels of activation, magic could be collected like a liquid or a mist with all his fancy tech shit. Again, you know how much of that flies over my head.”

Vox looked between your hands and nodded silently, watching you carefully as he waited for you to put together the pieces for him.

“Using the residue of my abilities, he tried to replicate that love potion shit you guys sell. He wanted to see if he could recreate it and then make a repellent.”

Vox’s eyes widened as he looked at the vial and it finally clicked. “It’s a repellent against Valentino’s magic.”

You wave away the miniature portal above your hand and nod with a frown. You hated every part of this, but at least he hadn’t killed you yet. “Like I said earlier, there's a high demand for slipping out under the Vee's control."

“Is that how you resisted my hypnosis as well?” Vox asked carefully.

“No,” you shake your head. “That’s something else entirely. No schemes or any fancy shit like that involved there.”

“Then why did the mist hurt me?” Vox frowned.

“Well, for starters,” you smirk at the memory. It had freaked you out pretty bad in the moment, but after the shit Vox just put you through, you kinda loved that he’d gotten his ass handed to him. “The guy I told you about was here and was trying to make a new batch. You literally teleported in the middle of us making the shit and knocked over the batch we’d been producing so it was heavily concentrated.”

“Secondly, you’re around Valentino all the time. When is that guy not blowing his slut smoke all around you?” You cross your arms.

“That…” Vox thought back to how often Valentino smoked his pipe around him. How used to seeing the pink smoke around him he’d gotten. He didn’t have a sense of smell so he was entirely immune to the effects. So much so, he had no reason to notice how it was completely seeped into his clothing and probably coating his entire body in an unnoticeable residue.

"Yup," you sigh. "If I had to take a guess, then that’s why.”

"And the reason you’d help your friend make this…” Vox trailed off as he remembered the pictures he’d found on your computer. You were friends with a lot of Valentino’s sex workers, including Angel Dust. Vox was a business partner, a friend, and sometimes a lover of Valentino. Valentino was notorious for the abuse of his sex workers. An abuser of some of your closest friends.

You frown, turning away from Vox, your body language acknowledging him as a proper enemy for the first time since he's broke in. "You get it now.”

He knew about Valentino and his history of abuse towards sex workers. He had seen his behavior first hand and knew the moth’s behavior was vile and repulsive. But the worst of it was never directed at Vox himself. Some of it, yeah, but… Vox hadn't really cared about anyone else. He had better shit to think about.

"I see…,” Vox hummed as he picked up another vial off the floor and twirled it between his claws. You really could benefit from some basic cleaning around the office. “So you’re planning on beating him at his own game." Vox said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you with a mix of suspicion and admiration. "Clever... very clever.."

You cross your arms, watching him sharply as you wait to see what he'll do about it.

"You got the information you wanted." You say flatly. He knew who was attacking him with your software now. The Eternity shit he’d found on your computer was a solid lead. However, he now knew of your efforts against Valentino. You weren’t a fighter, by any means, but you were prepared to protect yourself if you had to.

Vox's eyes narrowed as he looked at you in a new light. Your lack of personal interest in politics and the standard hell powergrabs had him intrigued. He wondered just what you’d be capable of if you did play the same game that everyone else did. It was clear you were resourceful and crafty, yet you directed those efforts towards something so… mundane.

"You’ve proved useful enough so far, and I thank you for that. Depending on your next answer, I may even let you keep your insides where they belong. So, let me ask you this..." Vox said, continuing to look at you with his eyes narrowing. "If those experiments are unrelated to my influence entirely, then how are you able to resist my hypnosis?"

Whether he meant to or not, Vox just handed you the key to your survival on a silver platter. Your eyes widen and you try to hide the excitement at the opportunity as you level your best poker face. “It’s pretty simple actually,” you say as you inspect your nails nonchalanetly. A bit too theatric, perhaps, but you were trying to play it cool. It didn’t matter that you weren’t actually succeeding. 

“Hypothetically, I may or may not have discovered how to counter your hypnosis,” you hum as Vox’s eye twitched. “Hypothetically, I could sell that information or simply just post it to the Eternal forums. I’m sure everyone would love to know how not to get sucked into your marketing schemes.”

"You want to make a deal," Vox realized, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly and dead pixels flickered to life under his lip. This just got so much more interesting for him.

[kaiasky]

alright so we're tasting the corn starch, as folks are wont to do. and its yuckynasty, and we really wish we had some water, right.

oh no problem, i say, it looks like theres a corner store right over there! ill go grab a bottle or two. and before anyone can protest, off i go! store time! store time!

but dear listener. this was no ordinary store. for u see, the inoffensively-named "dashmart" may have conjured images of a grab-and-go convenience store, when i arrived it quickly became clear what this was. which was that this was a ghost-kitchen-style pickup location for doordash delivery service grocery shopping. it is immediately clear this is a disaster because the delivery drivers are having to present their phone for pickup, get handed some bags, step aside and fiddle with their phones, then present them again, get a new bag, over and over.

i awkwardly sidle up to the window, point at the water bottles that i can see in the shelves behind the man at the pickup counter. "I know this is like, an app thing, but is there any chance I can just give you a $5 and buy a couple water bottles?" i know even before I ask the question that the answer will be no. of course not. i am at the inconvenience store.

fucking FINE, i will download your stupid fucking app. and make an account, and forgot-my-password, and paste the code into the code paster thing. hey wait why

the spinner boxes on the code inputs block the boxes. on the phone it is impossible to enter the code. you cant even see half of the number that you input.

fucking FINE. maybe the app is out of date. i promised it would be a quick jaunt and ive been gone 10 minutes by now. do i text these new friends "hello. this store is evil. i have not forgotten about you. i will return as soon as i can"? or is that weird. updating app. oh hey it works now, it's letting me input the new code. WRONG. "ERROR DETECTED: <some hex string>".

fucking god dammit. i can see the water bottle. i am holding a crisp fiver. which can be, exchanged, for goods. and services. fuck this shit. fuck everything that tech has ever touched. there is a water bottle 10 ft from where I stand and a man who would like to give it to me and neither of us can do this because some chucklefucks in silicon valley couldn't do javascript good.

i bottle up this annoyance. i rap on the window, hi hello i cannot seem to get the app or website to work. i know this is silly but. if i give you $5, can you order me two water bottles on the app,?

uhhh, the man says. there's a service fee, and also I'm not sure, I might get in trouble for accepting cash, just check your email and see if you got a code, or...

FUCK this shit, i realize. there is a Real Ass Gronchry Store naught but 4 blocks away. that will have real things like "shopping carts" and "checkout lines, or perhaps self checkout". if i had not bothered with your fucking APP i would be back at the park by now. ridiculous.

[mossyivy]

I hate to say it…But Leon would definitely be one of those parents who would put his kids under heavy supervision…💔

He works for the government—he’s seen and heard some fucked up shit, no way is he putting his kids at risk. He’d probably have that family feature on their phones, having restricted and limited access to stuff. He’s a bit more lenient on Violet, especially because she’s older and he trusts her.

All of their phones and iPads would have life 360 and stuff, and their phones would do that stupid thing where it asked for parent permission every time they wanted to download a new app.

Violet and Cecilia didn’t get a phone until they were in middle school, just in case something ever happened. Cecilia would probably have an iPad though. She’d draw and play Roblox with her friends or something.

- Anon! 🎀

Oh he definitely would. Not to be a helicopter parent but just for their safety. I feel like Leon would even ask his wife and she'd dead ass look him in the eyes and say "No, I'm not a child." And it hurt him a little bit but he'd respect her for it.

But on the fun not I could see Cecilia being a cozy gamer. Loves Animal Crossing with her entire heart and begged her parents for the dlc and Leon ended up camping out at a Target to get her one of those Sanrio cards because he knew she'd want one.

Violet probably has an Xbox that she downloaded Roblox on just so when Cecilia was in her room she'd have something to distract her with when she wants to be left alone. Or even play with her little sister on occasion when she feels like it. But honestly I see Violet as a horror game enjoyer. She's obsessed with BioShock (bitch, me too) and Dead Space.

I could see Cecilia being the artist of the family. Draws silly little comics for her parents to enjoy which turns into her doing a comic for her school paper when she gets older.

[bloodsbane]

oh my god patreon just implemented some stupid fucking community chats function that apparently won't even SHOW UP on desktop, so it wants me to open it on the APP to see them? and if i don't i guess im just gonna have to live with this huge notif saying there's 30+ messages. fuck you im not downloading your shit ass app!!!! why the hell wouldn't you make it work on desktop FIRST you ass clowns!

[amethystsnow]

you have no idea how much i fucking despise google i spent multiple fucking hours earlier getting out my old-ass pi and setting up pi-hole to have network-wide ad blocking only to just now realize that it hasnt done shit despite saying it has because apparently when i changed the dns settings on google fiber according to ipconfig the wifi goes through default dns even though i know i put the pis ip in and i cant fix it now because i already signed out of my moms account on the google home app and i cant get back in because its 1 in the fucking morning and she isnt awake to do 2fa on her phone and oh yeah did i mention its through a FUCKING APP google fiber forces you to use an APP to change settings and if you try to do anything on a website or go to the router ip its just "just download our app!!!! :3" which is so fucking stupid how am i supposed to do complex wifi shit on a fucking APP LET ME USE A WEBSITE LIKE EVERY OTHER ROUTER IN FUCKING EXISTENCE so now im stuck at 1:30AM wanting to fix the thing i spent hours on but i cant do shit because google fucking hates its users and wont let me just connect to the fucking ip with admin credentials to change settings i need a fucking google account on a fucking app and it doesnt let you connect one router to more than one account

[moonrevolutions]

🔥 for literature/books, 🔥 for movies, 🔥 for rp, 🔥 your choice—i enjoy seeing you be a hater

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ @guttersniper. meme. still accepting!

🔥 for literature/books.

i am a goth at heart... therefore......... let uz tawk bout edgar allen poe. ' tell-tale heart ' is supa overrated. it's v nice, it really iz, and it's studied 4 good reason but idk gorl. let it go. storywise i muchly prefer ' masque of the red death ' . which is popularr too but still lol. ' the raven ' is also overrated but in a way that like.. muhfuckas wanna wear a black turtleneck and listen to the cure and then. suddenly they think theyre deep in the subculture. bleeeeeeh.

also my real name is raven so i got teased a lot in my circle with references. not me saying a single sentence and ppl saying QUOTH THE RAVEN. shut the fuck up!!!!! ill kill you! to this day my friends tease me.

🔥 for movies.

I Don't Even Care About David Lynch Like That .

🔥 for rp.

im going to be honest. if ur one of those ppl that just rps w. ur clique while ignoring mostly anyone else? deactivate your blog and leave the rest of us the fuck alone. just leave us alone. rp with your stupid fucking clique and leave us alone. stop leaving people hanging because they dont lick ur ass 24 / 7. i hate being mutuals w. someone, seeing they have a clique or a group of lame ass friends, and then trying to squeeze in. just delete your blog.

🔥 omakase—choice of tha chef.

discord is such a shitty, janky ass app. and its so easy to infiltrate. im following several internet dramas and a lot of them stem from like.... hacked discords. why are we using this shit? why? i dont care about rp servers and shit. im from the 90s and 2000s, i can para rp and then (OOC TALK LAWL) at the same time because im not a pussy.

it's clunky, bloated, and has 0 security. can we move to WIRE? or Kakaotalk? Or Line? this discord shit is tired. maybe its the kpop stan in me but asian corpo owned message services with heavy security are superior. sorry.

why the fuck are we still using discord as the standard.

download KKT and LINE and grow up.

[lokeanheart]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’ve answered something like this before but I was wondering how you first realised that Loki was there for you. I’m currently trying to connect with a deity (I’m not doing a great job at the moment because executive dysfunction) but I’ve been struggling quite a bit and I’ve only had one experience a while back that might be considered a brief interaction so I was wondering what your experience in this sort of area might have been like and how you managed to grow closer to Loki.

Omg hi hi hi my first Anonymous question 

This is so fun !

Well I started worshiping Loki maybe two and a half months ago and I’m still pretty new

Even being a a Lokean for years there’s still new stuff to learn

Never feel like a deity isn’t listening or isn’t there

They are ! I promise!

For me I found Loki when I was in a very low low spot in my life . I randomly one day started to love marvel loki (I didn’t like marvel at all had no intentions on ever liking it) then I sorta had that whole phase ..then I found out it was all based in norse mythology

So I read up on it and honestly I felt to drawn to loki and I just had to learn more . I began reading about people’s stories with him and realizing most of the symbols (animals ,food, sounds , elements) that he was associated with are all things that were in my life constantly.

So I then made a huge decision to break from my horrible religious trauma (my family strongly believes in god and hates gays and stuff like that’s soooo…being bisexual and genderfluid and lokean.. they didn’t like that)

and I can say that’s probably the best thing I’ve every done - like I feel like I can breathe and be my authentic self.

I realized he was there mostly because I keep fucking getting one fly that won’t fucking leave me alone (it’s actually bothering me rn and I have no fucking clue where it came from when this house is clean so I’m gonna say this is definitely Lokis silly ass)

Also I had such a huge love for red foxes out of nowhere like I just adore them and that’s also another animal associated with him

And sometimes I’ll just be drawn to things in stores or anywhere really and it almost always has something to do with his mischievous lil ass

But other then that I’ve downloaded an app for norse runes and stuff and I’ve started a journey there .

I try my best to be open to not only Loki but the ones that he surrounded himself with- like his children or odin thor etc..

Loki is a funny lil shit and really will be protective

I’ve found that out the hard way when

I came out to my family and told them I felt very misunderstood and depressed and unloveable talked out my abuser and stuff like that

And they all sorta called me crazy and yknow stupid shit like that

But I went out side to bawl my eyes out and my mom was texting me and it was sorta overwhelming and my phone was at 60% I chatted with my pal Roman and that thing shut down…literally turned off and I just sat there in the dark scared and anxious and then there was this bizzare calm like it was ok ..like a parents hug would fix whatever was going on and just as I thought about how I suddenly felt better the wind started to sort blow a cool breeze on my face and when I tell you that was like the best feeling after sobbing and ur eyes burn and face stings ..

But I look back and think ..yeah that was Loki

I try to get closer to him by learning about him more .

try traditional meals that they might like

Or listen to music that is associated with them or reminded u of them

Even a simple “hey thanks for always being there you’re really great !”

Or

“Good morning !” “Goodnight!”

Write poetry for them and draw for them

Wear something that reminds you of them

Or even a pendant or something of that sort

I just recently bought a bunch of lokean stuff

Candle

Necklace

Books

It’s all about patience and believing that they will be there

I can even leave some good Etsy shops I shop from that u might enjoy if u happen to worship loki they have good stuff

If you ever need a friend or anything I’m always open to dms

I have instagram it’s lokeanheart

Also I recommend this song

It’s a pretty good song

[altocat]

Honestly what the fuck is the point of making a full game and just…filling it to the brim with temporary seasonal events?? Like do they realize it is OKAY to release a fucking video game with full campaigns ready to go, that can be played by everyone that downloads and that will actually, totally serve as incentive to download the fucking app in the first place??? Especially campaigns that we already know so well, save one??

I’m sorry for the salt but this is really upsetting. They can worry about stupid ass events LATER. Every good mobile game has its full campaign all set to go and seasonal events are meant to follow to keep the game active afterwards…that’s the point. It’s so people don’t get bored. I’m also upset that people are so hyped over costumes that they don’t realize that this game is seriously under-delivering and that we need to point that out.

At least with the Summer and Halloween events, they gave us neat character moments and sorta tied into the larger plot. They weren't anything substantial, but they were at least entertaining.

I just have no idea what they're doing rn. And I know it's only been a month since the Halloween event came out where we were all happy and satisfied, but it was with the knowledge that new shit was coming out soon....only for it to merge into another event. And then another. And another. Rinse and repeat.

Like I said before, the main story content has not been updated since September. And it certainly looks like it won't update this month either, unless Chapter 4 of OG comes out on the 30th. Couple this with the fact that we might only be getting one chapter of ONE STORY per month (if that) and it doesn't paint a pretty picture.

I can live without costumes. And banners. And tickets and weapon pulls or whatever other gatcha terminology is out there. I just want story. I will grind and get competitive and do all the things the game WANTS me to do so long that I have story motivating me. I'm not getting it right now. I've mostly ignored this game for a solid month now and until story content comes out, I don't intend on revisiting it for fun.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 254

Trey

"Do you ever be like damn why these niggas always around?" Devin asks me.

I shake my head. "Naw, Cammie don't miss me as much when MiMi around."

"We gonna be house sitting down the street in a week for 2 months while the family overseas. How you missionaries living in a fucking big house like that?"

"I just want you to know that I was gonna give you shit about how much you accuse me of cheating while being the actual one cheating but other people have other real problems and I just don't feel like arguing."

"You said so much stupid shit."

I sip my drink shaking my head. No man. Your shit ain't clean. You got to smile and say thank you. She got fucking evidence. Dumb ass. MiMi scrunched up her face. She puts her hand up.

"I just said I didn't want to argue."

"What does you cheating got to do with me? Why you come at me like that?"

MiMi looks at me. "Tremaine."

I show her Caden. "Go ahead."

"No, cause if I would have said that to you what would you have said?"

"I don't want to argue either."

She comes over to me snatching my phone. I switch Caden to the other hand about to say something but Devin sits up fast. I look down then at MiMi storming out the room. I look at Devin. His face said it all. He gave me his phone to look at his video of Minnie fussing about being on her stomach. It wasn't my phone that she snatched but his.

"I was shooting you looks. What's the story?"

"I don't want to argue?" He puts his hands up to his face.

I kiss Cadsn as he watches me. "That's going to go good."

Devin turns the TV off. He had been playing Call of Duty. Nigga hurting now. Her finding his shit when she wasn't mad is all good. Her being mad cause he acting pissy bout to make this shit worst. Cammie walks into the room. Did she come for my phone? Ain't shit on it.

"Cheating while in the middle of planning a renewal of your vows is stupid right Devin?"

"Yes it is." He says acting like he calm.

She gives him back his phone. "Yeah, I said that too. Just work on your shit because MiMi is about to be really busy trying to do something big for herself. Nobody needs the negative energy. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, Bae." I say touching her hand.

"Hey, Tremaine and midget Trey." She smiles at me. "Leftovers okay?"

I nod. "Yeah love."

She walks out of the room. "JJ your daddy is right there. What is your problem?"

"No. No problem." He walks in the room wiping his eyes.

"Be a tough guy."

He comes over to me looking at Caden. He lays his head on Caden's stomach.

"I thought he was actually looking for me." Devin sighs on his phone. "I'm deleting everything man. What the fuck?"

"You didn't cheat."

JJ starts whining and goes to Devin falling into his lap backwards. Devin leans back moving his phone out of the way. JJ throws himself up getting in Devins way more. Devin gives him the cellphone. JJ slides down to the floor on the phone. Devin rubs his face.

"Baby playing with the phone and deleted everything." Devin sighs. "She ain't never fucking happy."

"I think you need to be saying how bad you do at seeing if she happy."

Devin cuts his eyes at me. "You wanna give advice now."

"It's easy to check other people shit. I don't have advice for no one but when my wife told me not too long ago that we gonna move on. I moved on. Get my shit together and play husband. I want the girl. It ain't only her wanting me. I got to get my shit together. She giving me time."

"Yeah." Devin says sad. "She probably mad at me."

"When don't you fuck up, Man?"

He cuts his eyes at JJ. "What the fuck you doing on my phone?"

"Downloading my game." JJ says like its simple.

"By deleting shit? Who fucking taught you that shit?"

I chuckle. "Did he actually delete it or you?"

Devin snatches his phone. "I watched him delete the banking app and fucking Facebook."

I laugh. JJ rolls around the floor under his daddy feet.

"Daddy, King has a dog. King poke his dog in the butt with the gun." JJ says upset. "I fight him cause he did that. Ms. Mommy yell at everybody then King said shut up. Daddy I say shut up?" He covers his mouth looking at Devin.

"Not to your mama."

"I tell you to shut up?"

"Do it and see what happens."

He tilts his head at Devin about to say it. Devin looks at him then sit up. JJ makes his eyes big then goes back to bothering Devin. JJ not as bad as Lane. He likes to test his boundaries without going over them but he hates getting in trouble. Lane don't fucking care about getting in trouble. I even think he like getting in trouble with Cammie.

"Good thing he not around him much." I say.

"I was thinking that."

Amber

I suck my teeth. I don't even know where Chris is. He said he would be there when I was done with the video shoot but he was not. I come to the hotel and he isn't here either. I cross my arms and sit down on the bed. I call Cammie.

"He ghosted me."

"Chris?"

"He not even answering his phone. I tell him to wait to talk and he can't even wait."

She blows. "I feel like yall on the wrong damn shit. Like not even reading the same book. You spoke English to him?"

"How the fuck I sound to you?"

"Trick if you talking to him like you talking to me then no wonder he ghosted you. Why so damn rude?"

I lay back on the bed. "I'm really tired. I didn't know it would take that long. I just want to sleep and talk to you tomorrow."

She blows. "I wish I knew what to tell you. I don't know where he is."

"It's fine. I'm going to bed. I'm not even washing my ass."

"Damn that's stank Bae. You MiMi's fucking bitch with that shit."

"I traveled around the world with you when you were pregnant. Your ass can't even accept me the way I am."

She laughs. "With a stank ass. Video shoot smelling sweaty ass."

I smile. "You come to Houston and wash me."

"Why your two day old crusty ass in Houston? MiMi come talk to our wife. She not washing her ass tonight after an all day music video."

"You have damn rights. Shit Minnie had me walking around for a few days without washing my ass. I ain't never took so many showers than today. Two in one day?"

I laugh. "Lord."

"Oh my gosh. Move your butt. You gonna say that then sit by my face."

"You really pushing me? Stop." MiMi whines.

I blow. "I need yall here."

"Say it again and I will fly to damn Houston tonight. They left me all week by myself. I sure will be gone. Caden ass right there at home."

"Amber!" MiMi yells.

Cammie is laughing. "Why you wake her up? Her stank ass need to stay still. Too much movement we gone smell it from here."

"Amber!"

"What?" I say holding my head up. The phone is black.

"Amber!"

A light turns on. "I been worried about you."

I blink my eyes. "What?"

"What the fuck you on?" Chris asks grabbing my face. "Keep fucking saying the same damn thing."

"Fuck you."

He let's my face go. "Fuck me!"

"Must be fucking Irish... no Irish speak English. Greek?"

"Oh yes sir. She is here. She isn't feeling good. I woke her up. Yes sir. Send you what?"

I try to get myself up from the bed to get my shit together. Damn did I take something? I'm questioning my damn self. Feels like I got bricks in my shoulders. I just give in laying my ass back down. I used to have more energy than this. Like damn.

"I'm so hungry." I say sitting up in the bed suddenly.

I sigh as I look around the room at pitch black nothingness. I had slept for a couple more hours or so. I was in the hotel room alone once again. I check my phone. Cammie had sent pictures of the babies to my phone while I was sleeping. I hope my baby is beautiful. They have fucking award winning babies. Minnie baby is fucking dark chocolate next to Caden Umber skin. Both so beautiful. I lay down and call Chris. No answer. Fuck it. Sometimes I think we were better friends. This is difficult. I feel like its difficult in ways none of his other relationships were. Seem like they were less forced. Not a good example because they all ended in shit.

"You fucking can't be sleeping still."

"I'm not." I say opening my eyes clearly sleep. "I missed my nap today."

He is closer but the room dark. "Apparently."

"Where the fuck you been all day?"

"Waiting on you." He says like I should know better.

I fumble for a light. It turns on before I could get to it. Chris is standing there in boxers, nothing else. I don't know why he acting like I did something to him. I roll my eyes and get out the bed. I feel so tense. I stretch which just stretches my bladder and remind me to go pee faster. I go pee before I ask anymore damn questions. Apparently he not talking.

"What the fuck you been waiting on me to do?" I snap once out the bathroom.

"What?"

I roll my eyes going in the bathroom. "Waiting on me for..."

"You serious?" Chris yells.

"Like a damn heatstroke."

Chris comes in the bathroom. "We were waiting at the restaurant for you. We even ordered fucking thinking you were just late."

"We? My fucking parents?"

"Man you shitting me." Chris stares at me. "I fucking heard your gotdamn assistant tell you about the dinner. You repeated her. I said I was going head cause they was there!"

"You got to yell?"

He throws one arm up. "You made me eat dinner with your fucking parents as they fucking play the guessing game about what this about. I finally just fucking told them about our wedding plans. The shit was too fucking weird. Needed some damn drugs. You wouldn't fucking answer your phone."

I cover my mouth. "No."

"Eating dinner with just your parents? Your fucking stuck up parents. When have I ever been the type?"

"Never."

Chris narrows his eyes at me. "I wanted to break up with you."

"Breaking up?"

"I was picturing you in the hotel room dead. In a damn car somewhere dead with my child. Your fucking mama was finally like Chris go to the hotel make sure she okay and call us."

"That saved our relationship?"

Chris stares at me for a few seconds. "I don't know."

"Oh so you still wanna break up?"

"Do you want to be with me? With me having my baby? I do remember you once being okay with having your ex baby. But because it's my baby."

I put my hands on my hips. "I'm fucking okay with having your baby, Christopher. That's far from the problem. I'm not getting rid of my baby."

"So what's our problem?"

"That..." I stop and cover my mouth.

Chris comes over to me. "You okay?"

I wave my hand. "I'm hungry."

"You hungry? Never seen nobody act like that cause they fucking hungry."

"It's like acid reflux or some shit. I just know I need some damn food or I'm going to lose my guts."

"Your parents brought your Alfredo by." He suggests.

I shrug. "I feel like I'm not supposed to feel like this so sudden. Like..." I start crying. "I don't want to feel like this for months."

Chris comes closer hugging me. "How you feeling that got you crying?"

"Just forget it." I push away feeling stupid for crying.

"Man." Chris says shrugging.

I walk into the bathroom. I'm just going to take a shower. I feel like shit. I feel nauseous but yet I want to eat. I don't want no damn Alfredo. I rather wash my ass than eat some damn Alfredo. I get in the shower and just want to get back out. I lean on the wall and cry.

[medicinemane]

Tumblr, you are dipshit ass morons who hate money and successful business

Set up, tumblr's app has decided it won't download pictures to my phone. Fine I say, I'll punch it in firefox on my phone and download it there

Now we get to why they're fucking imbeciles of the highest degree, turns out they no longer let you just browse tumblr without signing in

That's stupid as fuck, I lurked for years before I made an account, no one just hops on a social media site, they scroll through till they find someone they like enough that it becomes worth having an account to follow them

Like this doesn't even effect me 99% of the time, it's just fucking stupid and actually legit probably hurting tumblr's ability to get new users

I mean I'd have just left if that was my first experience. I'm a hardcore tumblr user and it still pissed me off

Serious advice here, kill that shit dead

People'll sign up when they want to send an ask off anon... or.. they changed it so you have to be logged in to send an anon, right? So when they want to send any ask

That's when they're here cause they want to be, that's when you're not just another nuisance account to keep track of

You won't listen, but I'm giving you actual business advice as a user, what you're doing will piss a lot of people off and make them leave

You want them soaking in tumblr ooze for a week as they lurk, so they find they like it here and don't want to leave

What you're doing makes you pinterest, and everyone hates pinterest pulling this shit

(Plus fuck your cutesy "that classified, lol, just kidding but you do have to sign up to keep looking" bullshit, this is all of the irritation of a paywall without the point)

[fuck-customers]

Oh my god they're literally doing it. They're doing the fucking overly memed pizza party unironically. Lmaoo fuck all the way off.

I've bitched about this scam before, so some regular followers may remember the phone number scam, but I'll recap anyway.

GFH has a phone number scam where they pressure us employees into pressuring customers to give us their phone number + full first and last name + email + home address and tell the customer that it's for "rewards" which is a bold-faced lie. We DO have rewards, but they cannot be accessed by the cashier or register AT ALL. The customer has to have the store app downloaded onto their phone and must be signed into their account to get rewards or coupons. Cashiers have NO access to this information and cannot retrieve it for customers if they forget their phone or can't sign into their app. And we do not have printed coupons available. Customer forgets their coupons? Tough shit.

There is literally no benefit for customers to give over their contact info. At. All. A transaction with the signup and a transaction without are EXACTLY the same. So, obviously most customers are not real eager to hand over their info.

But customers that do automatically assume that it's like legitimate stores that do have real rewards systems that are activated through their phone numbers. And it doesn't help that management lies to them by omission/misdirection and calls the signups "rewards system" and encourages naive new hires to lie to customers. So customers assume that because they rattled off their phone number, now they get discounts.

They do not.

Another "benefit" management tried to lie to customers about at first was by saying that they could only do returns without receipts if the customer signed over all their personal info, but that was very quickly disproven and is easily worked around. (For example, a return without a receipt requires a "government ID number" where the cashier is supposed to ask the customer for their ID and type in the ID number, but you can literally keysmash some random numbers and hit enter and it works exactly the same)

(I personally get around all of this by keysmashing a bunch of numbers to make up a phone number and input the customers name and email as x x x@x.com or whatever random letters I hit first. The only "mandatory"- i.e. criteria that the register requires you to fill in- is first and last names, phone number and email, so I skip the address shit, but I know managers do it the "correct" way and bully customers into giving over all of the other personal info)

So now they (management or corporate or both) want us to get an 80%+ rate of signups (new and old customers both count, woohoo I fucking guess) and then they'll give us either the memed pizza party (unironically), or a taco bar (whatever that is) or a potato bar (whatever that is) All of this while being paid minimum wage, no raise or bonus for the extra workload, while each of us gets 3-12 hours a week. Absolutely no mention of increasing hours or pay increases or bonuses.

They also didn't specify what the 80% was a percentage OF. 80% of your daily transactions? 80% of your weekly transactions? Biweekly? Monthly? Fuck knows.

So corporate and management both can take their stupid pizza party, taco bar and potato bar and shove them all directly up their asses.

Posted by admin Rodney.