#i just accept it's not for me and move on 🚬

[fagatakonin]

> has a vague understanding of what butchfemme is and respects it

> goes on tumblr

> everyone is indeed roleplaying heterosexuality

Fuck myyyyyyy stupid baka life

[erysser]

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS

CHAPTER 6 - BURN

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x f!reader

warnings and whatnots: ITS GOJOVERR ‼️‼️ Reconciliation, fluff after angst because I feel bad. End of series!!

chapters!

Chapter 1 : are we still friends? Chapter 2 : can we be friends? Chapter 3 : Sorry, not sorry. Chapter 4 : Green looks good on you. Chapter 5 : Runaway. Chapter 6 : [CURRENTLY READING]

shoko 🚬 : y/n where are you?

shoko 🚬: y/n???

shoko 🚬: what happened r u okay?

shoko 🚬: why is suguru crying

bing!

suguru 💔: I’m sorry.

You glance at the notification, sniffling. You sat croucee on the toilet seat of a random cafe, eyes red from the hours crying. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts.

“Taken..” You croak out, voice hoarse from the crying.

“y/n, it’s me, Shoko…”

The soft and caring voice wills your legs to move and opens the door. Shoko stands in front of you, concern evident in your eyes. She scans your body, a small sigh leaving her as she hugs you. You melt in her embrace.

•

“She ran away?!” Satoru asks incredulously, watching his friend pace around the hotel room. Suguru moved about, wiping his eyes that stung from the harsh rejection he just earned.

How stupid! He was an idiot to think that the girl he was mean to for months would suddenly accept his love confession. What was this; An enemies to lovers book?

“Why? Oh god why did I say that?” Suguru mumbles to himself, finally sitting down on the bed beside Satoru, head in his hands.

bing!

the OGS

shoko 🚬: we’re in the hotel room

shoko 🚬: y/n’s a mess.

shoko 🚬: Good news, y/n likes you! bad news, she’s scared to admit it because she accidentally rejected you.

Suguru reread the message, over and over again, the phone in his hand almost breaking from the strength of his grip. Satoru takes his phone, reading the message so it properly processes in Suguru’s head.

“Congrats, she likes you!” Satoru says, tilting his head, waving the message in Suguru’s face.

Suguru didn’t know what to say. He grabs the phone from Satoru, earning a scowl from him.

“What do I do? She didn’t ruin anything!” Suguru says almost loudly, shocked eyes trained on Satoru.

Satoru’s eyes glimmered, a plan formulating in his mind. A smirk gathered upon the white haired boy’s face. He stands up, grabbing the car keys from the bedside table, he walks to the door, peering over his shoulder to see Suguru still sat on the bed. He sighs, giving a smile to the long haired boy.

“Come on, let’s go shopping.”

•

“Where are we going?” You ask Shoko as she brings you down the cold street. You shiver.

Shoko doesn’t answer you, her steps getting faster as she rounds the corner. You frown. Was she leading you to a bar? Was she suggesting for you to drink your problems away? Wouldn’t be that much of a surprise since she drowns out her own issues with smokes. Maybe you did need a drink, just to get away from everything and everyone.

After the whole fiasco pertaining to Suguru Geto, you quite literally wanted to run away and never face him again. If it meant going to learn with Nanami and Haibara in the class below you, that would be what you would do. At least they wouldn’t shame you for something like falling in love. A part of you longed to be with him yet you were weary fo his intentions. Did he truly love you?

Suguru watched from inside the cafe as you came closer. Flowers in hand. Roses, plain but he thought maybe you would like something plain and basic in the world of chaos and unknowns. Yet, just to be sure he also put a few of your favourite flowers in the bouquet. He heard you mention it to Shoko once as you all walked past a flower garden when you first came to Jujutsu High. He wiped his hands on his pants, glancing at Satoru who sat at the side, giving him a small thumbs up.

He hoped this work. He didn’t understand why he was trying so hard to win your affection but what he knew was that he wanted you and wanted to be yours. If it wasn’t him, he didn’t want it to be anyone else.

You rounded the corner, trailing behind Shoko like a lost puppy. He tilts his hand. Even after crying for seemingly hours, you were still gorgeous.

He gulps. What if you were too good for him?

”Suguru?” You say as you enter the empty cafe, Shoko quickly bee-lining to Satoru who sat at the side. The cafe was void of noise, you could hear the crickets from outside. It was cozy and small, only one worker behind the counter. You recognised them. Nanami?

Your eyes finally properly land on him, taking in his full appearance. His outfit was different from the one this morning, it looked cleaner and more formal. A black button up shirt tucked into straight cut black pants. His hair neatly combed back. He looked so handsome. A tint of red starts forming on your face as you stare at him, failing to notice the flowers in his hands.

Embarrassment runs through you. Crap. Was he here to talk about the whole rejection thing? Truth be told, you didn’t know why you ran. You wanted to say that you liked him too but you couldn’t help but feel that maybe he was just joking around or prancing you. Yet, he looked so… genuine.

”y/n.” The sound of your name in his golden voice snaps you back to reality. You look to see he has gotten closer to you, close enough that you could notice his breathing pattern. Close enough that you could see the flowers in his hand tremble and shake slightly.

Flowers?

Your eyes glance over them. Roses, mixed in with a few of your favourites. How had he known your favourite. Did Shoko tell him? No, she had been with you for the whole time. You bet Satoru didn’t even try to remember what your favourite were so how did he know?

“y/n, I am here to lay down my heart to you and hope you accept it.” Suguru randomly says, bringing your attention to his face. He cringes at his own words.

His eyes slightly widen upon eye contact. Suguru’s neck starts heating up as his eyes meets you. Why was this so hard? He practiced this with Satoru.

“For the past few months, we have never been on the best of terms. It is true that I found you to be annoying and too clingy at times. Yet as I began to become closer to you, I realise that there was no one else I’d like to annoy me and cling to me,” He trails off, averting his eyes. He inhales, taking in a breath.

“You are as the Sun, something one truly cannot appreciate until they are gone and unfortunately, I have seen you gone before.” His eyes finally come back to yours, softening as he sees your eyes that were laced with confusion.

“Thus, again, I ask you, to please consider going on a date with me.” Suguru hands you to bouquet of flower, a rush of blood hitting his face.

You stare at him then at the flowers. Slowly, you will your hands to take it. Your face felt hot as you grabbed onto the stems of the flowers, covering your face slightly with the buds. You look back at Suguru.

He had just confessed to you, for the second time.

“Suguru, I-…” You started, unsure of what to say. Suguru smiles softly at you, the most soft and caring expression strung upon his face. It hit you like a truck.

He liked you.

You liked him.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” You whisper quietly, looking to the side. You cringe, realising he might have not heard you as he remained silent. You slowly bring your eyes back to him, only to see him try and suppress a giant grin from forming on his face. He moves closer to you, hands on your shoulder.

“Thank you, love.” He says slowly, whispering in your ear. Your blood rushed. He moves back, smirking at you. You stare at him expectantly.

“So… are we done yet?” Satoru finally asks, breaking the silence, earning him a shove from Shoko. He stands up, glaring at her and stretching. Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru. He would scold him but after the immense help from him, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Yes Satoru, we are done,” You say sweetly to him, a small smile coaxed on your face.

You look back at Suguru, who smiles at you as he watches Shoko and Satoru walk out the cafe. He moves towards you, grabbing your free hand. His fingers intertwining with yours.

“Thank you for giving me a chance.”

[canineparks]

hi sweetheart welcome <3 🚬⚰️🪶

call me pj. i’m a trans man (on t for 4yrs) with way too many horny thoughts on his mind and not enough places to put them, so here we are.

i’m twenty-three (23). if you are not above the age of eighteen (18), do not interact. i will block you. please keep your age in your bio or pinned post, or again, i will block you. i will use this option freely.

i’m mainly mlm, primarily t4t, but anyone of any gender or sexuality (except for cishet men, why are you here?) are more than welcome to interact with my posts. just be respectful.

nsfw+ below.

note: this is all fantasy and all posts are written as between two consenting adults. safety n consent is key, kids.

my asks and dms are open, i’ll try and respond with appropriate timing.

i’m a switch with a current dom lean, but it depends on my mood. <3

i’m single, but not looking for anything besides maybe chats, mutuals and friendships. sexting is accepted if we vibe. i do not share pics/vids/audios or other socials unless we’re quite close.

some kinks include but are not limited to cnc scenarios (free use, somno, intox), breeding, cum/spitplay, humiliation, praise, knifeplay, gunplay, pain/impactplay, fleshlights/toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, force masc, monsterfucking.

trigger warnings for blood, violence, weapons. occasional self harm n sui. i will do my best to tag everything but don’t hesitate to let me know if i should be tagging something i’m not.

also, if you don’t like what i post, block and move on, and i will do the same.

from time to time, i might refer to my parts like they are and work as a cis man’s do, just for gender affirming purposes. i’m pretty okay with most terms (pussy, cunt, chest) but will gently correct if something makes me uncomfortable. :) pls don’t use clit (it’s a (t)dick) or boobs, tits. thanks.

no’s (you can interact just don’t mention these things to me): bathroom play, misgendering. i’m iffy about forced feminization.

hard dni’s: detrans, m@ps or anything involving children, animals (petpl@y is fine!), raceplay/racism, trans/homophobia, sexism.

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[hischeapcigar]

Stop coming over

(a drabble)

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 1.2k   

Warning: none that i think of

a/n: SURPRISE BABIES!!! its a short drabble as the final part of strawberries and cigarettes. so enjoy more of pre-outbreak Joel x reader one last time <3 it was fun writing this series. Thankyou so much for reading!! I adore you all soo much 💋💋🍓🚬🚬

A cool breeze from the slightly ajar window sent a shiver down your spine. Your body instinctively nuzzled closely to Joel’s body chasing the heat.  

Your own movements stirred you from sleep. You pulled your head back from Joel’s chest to see he was sound asleep. Stealing that moment to appreciate his calm face, you raked your eyes across his face. Taking in how his pink puffy lips were parted, salt and pepper hair littered in his beard. You carelessly ran your fingertips across his face. Hir curls were messy with white streaks flowing through them.  

His hold tightened around your waist, curling his face inside the sheets, shying away as he felt your touch on his face.  

“G’mornin’ sweetheart” his mumbled voice broke through 

“mornin’” you replied, your voice hoarse from all the screams he pulled from your throat last night. You tugged his hair, making him face you. A faint smile lurked on his lips as you moved to peck his lips. His eyes hooded 

Your eyes went wide as your gaze fell to the clock on the wall behind Joel. It was 6:45 AM. Joel followed your gaze before looking back at you,  

“Woke up earlier today” you smiled, threading your fingers through his air causing him to shut his eyes in pleasure 

“Uh-uh, stay for breakfast” he rasped 

“We gotta hurry up then, y’know I can’t be late-” 

He hummed in response before pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his kisses. You giggled, squirming in his tight grip trying to get away.  

It had been a month since Joel had asked you to stay. One month since Joel had handed you another envelope, one about your job acceptance. One month since you called Paul at night telling him you won’t be returning, and him telling you to follow your dreams, 

“Trust me, I am” you had replied  

One month since your parents’ behavior toward Joel became civil, thanks to Aunt Isabelle. One month since you temporarily moved in with Aunt Isabelle, when she cut your desperate search for an apartment telling you it was okay if you lived there.  

She never said out loud, but you saw the disappointed face when she caught you returning home early in the morning, getting ready and leaving for school. So, you started to be careful when you spent the nights with Joel; returning home before she woke up.  

You would spend the night with Joel, then as soon as the sun started to rise, you’d rush out of Joel’s warmth, running home.  

You'd casually return to Joel’s place after teaching at school. You knew Joel had started to keep a key under the mat for you. There were times when he wasn’t home, but you hung out with Sarah until he returned. 

“Joel! Let go, I'll be late!” you laughed, pushing him away  

Only then did he stop with his assault, letting you go. He watched as you moved in his room, his space. The one he only liked with you in it. Without you he was haunted by your voice, your presence. You opened the drawer that contained your garments, some of which were Joel’s shirts you had stolen.  

He had convinced you to keep your clothes, just in case.  

You picked out one of your, his, hoodies before you disappeared in the bathroom. Joel stared at the ceiling; his thoughts filled with you. How you managed to seep through the deepest parts of his heart. How you made his house a home. How easily you inspired Sarah to write an essay about “wonder women”  

“Let’s go, Miller” you urged him  

With him in the bathroom, you made the bed when you heard a loud, “Ow!” from the bathroom, 

You jumped, before tapping the door, “you okay in there, Joel?”  

But instead of replying he swung the door open; he looked a like a Greek god standing there with a towel wrapped around his lower body. Droplets falling from his wet hair down his chest. He looked delicious.  

His hand was raised with a, your, hairpin between his thumb and index finger, you were confused wondering why he was showing you the pin and then you realized,  

Oh 

Oh 

He stepped on the pin that you might have dropped accidentally.  

You snatched the hairpin from him, slightly embarrassed but then it’s Joel. He wouldn’t ever be bothered by something that was yours.  

“Watch where you step then, Miller” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned to leave but before you could take a step you were pulled flushed against in damp chest as he started tickling your tummy  

“Joe-” you laughed grabbing his wrists to stop him  

“Yeah? What's that? Had a mouth on ya, what happened?” he mocked 

- 

You both naturally moved in the kitchen as if you’ve been doing this for ages. Sarah was still asleep, so you made breakfast for two. He made the pancakes while you made the coffee. He got up to do dishes and you stood beside him, drying them. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you both had fallen right in place, making a picture perfect.  

Once you were done, he dried his hands on the towel, 

“Hey, whadya say we decorate an' slap some paint on these doors?” he asked out of the blue, nodding toward the door to the living room, 

“Yeah, I think it’d be cool” You made your way out of the kitchen to closely examine the scraped off paint.  

“y’know,” he followed you, his arms loosely wrapping around your middle, “this house, Soon as I met you, knew I'd let you get to making it yours” he admitted quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder,  

You were astounded by the disclosure. Was he thinking this ahead of time since the beginning?  

“Really?” you whispered, stroking his arms in front of you before turning around to face him,  

He hummed, “It's time to have a conversation, so girl, let's conversate”  

He walked you over to the dining room table. You stood in front of him as he leaned on one of the seats, your hand in his. Your brows furrowed at his sudden statement  

“About what?” you wondered out loud.  

“You already got a drawer, hairpins on the floor in half the bathroom” he started, chuckling lightly  

“Oh, so you mind my stuff in your-”  

“No, was wonderin’, we can drop that under the mat, get you a key of your own”  

“Joel, it’s fine really-”  

His hands left yours as he pulled you in from the waist,  

“When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he whispered  

You gasped; you knew what he was asking. You were more than happy- 

“Sleeping in till we wake up, no rushing down the stairs. Ain't gotta swing back by your place, 'cause you're already there. Ain't you tired of all this distance, all this driving around?” he asked, his eyes pleading  

“Are you sure?” you muttered, your arms encircled his neck, fingers stroking the ends of his hair 

“Baby, these four walls, hate it when you're gone so I have to ask ya” he kissed your forehead, “When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he asked again with such certainty that all your doubts were washed away.  

You nodded, bringing his lips to yours with urgency. He grabbed your face with his large hands as he deepened the kiss. He licked your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him access. You both poured all your emotions with a promise of a new chapter.  

He was the dream. You were the home.  

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[rosesradio]

My dark secret is that sometimes I wish part of the pjo fandom had whatever the fuck is in the water of the HP fandom. The side that loves dramione and is not scared to delve into toxic, downright radioactive stuff to tell a story and how sometimes love is the farthest thing from pure. And I wish they had a marauder-esque side — people who create entire universe about a character that was mentioned once — but about the Titan Army.

I do love and am very grateful for all the lovely art and great fanfics but i wish sometimes people were more willing to create and engage with the deepeer, more obscure possibilities canon offers

i see what you’re saying—tbh i don't fw hp at all due to the jkr of it all, plus i was obsessed for like 10 years and have been Over It for like 4 at least. i can’t help but feel a little annoyed by the maurader’s fandom because it’s like…sure, rep is hard to come by, but like…you could’ve done the whole “skittles squad gay wizards 🤪” with any one of the millions of other books on wizards, why that one?? but anyways

i also think that a fandom run that way can be a bit risky because you’re subjected to a fandom hierarchy. like if you think one thing about xyz character mentioned once, that can be contradicted by some sort of regarded Holy Text Fanfiction from the Most Popular Writer that is essentially the word of law (think…is it All The Young Dudes? i think is what it was called?). tldr is the discourse could be rancid, but it could under other circumstances as well, so it’s kinda a “pick your poison” situation

i definitely think one of the pjo fandom’s main problems is something i saw in sanders sides 🤢 for years—it’s kinda like purity culture, but it’s wholesomeness culture. aka the insistence that pjo is The Most accepting fandom, The Most diverse, The Best xyz—when it’s just not true. everyone has different ideas on how to make the fandom The Best and Most Pure, which can include harassing creators and attempting to only “allow” certain creations. (And, of course the most important: the racism is rampant. it’s a minority of the fandom from what i’ve seen, though i’ve also blocked a lot of people. it’s definitely still there)

i think what happened in the hp/marauders fandom was an attempted separation from the author (dont look at me dont talk to me 🚬). an entire rework of the content and characters (aka, i see what you’re saying about a potentially sympathetic villain, but draco’s canon “redemption” was too little too late, the guy is a one-dimensional asshole, He Would Not Fucking Say That)

what was i saying

oh yeah. i don’t think that could happen with pjo because part of its wholesomeness persona is the Uncle Rick of it all, in which the outer layers of the fandom praise him for his representation and Not being jkr. i’m willing to admit the guy has flaws, though supposedly not enough for an entire uproot separation.

but yeah that aside i definitely see what you’re saying—my hope is that fandom will change and get better. the puritans will either grow out of their restricting ideas or move on to another fandom, for the most part. perhaps it’s wishful thinking, though the only thing we can do is continue to make our works and make the fandom safer one step at a time 💌

[ethangreeeen]

Can somebody tell me. Why the actual FUCK. theres rainbow fuckin' lightning in the sky???? Do I need to be worried for my safety??? Do I just accept it and move on because fuck it, its hatchetfield???

Has anyone else seen it or does anyone know whats causing it??

-🚬🎥

OOC: For the hatchetfield facebook rp <3

[sunmisbf]

hi bestiesssssss i saw woodz yesterday n i am a changed person this is the best artist in the world to Me. i apologize to him deeply for ever looking at another man it won’t happen again like i was blacking out hes so fine n pretty n his smile is so nice i forgot my glasses in my car so i couldn’t see him as clearly as i would have liked help but i was really close n i did cry i’m not going to lie. i was doing pretty good n then he sang journey n it was over for me i love this guy so much n always wish him the best in everything. he’s so genuine on stage like u can tell he’s just having so much fun performing n he took off his ear piece a lot so he could hear us singing along. he played the guitar too i was blacking out sorry i do love a fine ass man that can play guitar like that’s literally my boyfriend n omg he took his shirt off at the very end before he left the stage n i Screamed so loud it hurt my throat n my boyfriend was like 🧍 n i was like i didn’t see anything even though i almost teared my vocal chords up… sorry. what else was i supposed to do i saw the gun tattoo w my own eyes he’s so fineeee. he’s such a singer u guys like we all know this but i was so happy to experience his singing live. he didn’t dance at all like other kpop artists but honestly it wouldn’t have fit the vibe like that’s the lead singer of a band. i’m in love sorry he’s everything to me. watching him sing busted n chaser n noid n i hate you n multiply n trigger n. well u get the point was everything to me who else is making music like this NO ONE that’s who‼️ seungyoun u will always be famous forever n forever i hope he knows that… oh n unfortunately he did not sing hope to be like you for me 😞 or better and better or lullaby or thinkin bout you 😞 but it’s okay we move forward ! he also took the time to read posters n accept song requests n i was really close to him so if i would’ve taken a mexicans 4 woodz/mexico loves u sign he definitely would’ve read it i’m so sad i didn’t make one omg. but he sang short parts of pool n waikiki n better and better n lullaby n deep deep sleep (kind of bc he couldn’t remember the lyrics 😭) n god hijack just came on while i’m typing this it was so crazy seeing him perform this like literally i hit the road running all the fucking time‼️ also he went crazy w ready to fight like he put so much passion into the “shut the FUCK up” part like damn okay.. anything for u king. the whole concert was fun but especially at the end when he performed i hate you bump bump n ready to fight i was so tired but i kept screaming n jumping help. n he was so energetic n happy like i have feelings for this man u don’t understand wayv close ur eyes but this is The kpop man to me n also omg when he opened w busted like i knew he was opening w that song but i still felt like that joker gif where he’s flying backwards like this was soty to me originally until wayv came in w the steel chair but i don’t know u guys woodz might have taken the steel chair out of their hands n used it on them i’ll get back to u on that i’m on a woodz induced high rn so i can’t think clearly wayv i still love u. n omg i saw him sing chaser live. i was singing so loud i felt bad for the girl recording on her phone next to me bc my ass is definitely in her videos singing about breaking down bc what else can i do that’s the song of all time n omg dirt on my leather was so fun literally why u gonna be so sad? rub some fucking dirt on it‼️ seungyoun the rockstar that u are…. n trigger n drowning n i can say this about every song honestly every song was life changing to see live i love singers who sing n i love woodz. i really regret not getting vip i would’ve loved to meet him he was so endearing on stage when he was talking… it honestly feels like a fever dream now like i really saw that man i was there… 🚬 this is so fucking long i’m sorry in conclusion, i’m in love w him i’m obsessed w him i need him badly n he’s a pop rock legend to me forever n ever. te amo luizinho 💙😭

[iheartchv]

Hiiii omg i just scrolled trough ur blog i love it so much and i love reading matchups

Can you do one for meeeee

I’ll keep my profile on so you can see my personality and looks

-im 166 i guess ? Idk maybe a bit less

-im 18, still a student

-italian

-im very into spirituality

-i do horse riding show jumping since i was little

-i do yoga

-i love nature like my dream is to live in a house in a forest

-i smoke sometimes (tobacco or else)

-im into man older than me and a bit more like a dad figure if that makes sense,like really into them

-i own a rabbit!!! And dogs (and a horse)

-vegetarian

-sometimes a bit childish

🤔I match you with...

John Price 🚬

I think Price would be your match😁

You didn't think he'd be the one you'd catch feelings for

He was just a random stranger, a random man

A pretty friendly one at that

Your heart stopped when he smiled at you and said " 'ello, love. How are you this evening?"

He was a smoking buddy

You've had plenty of nights just having a puff and then talking about whatever came to mind

He loved being with you

It was his favorite time of day

However you both didn't realize how much you missed each other when he was gone on a mission and you going for another semester at school

In the back of your mind, he was all you thought about

His sparkling eyes, his wonderful smile

Eveything about him just made your heart pound with excitement and joy

After sometime he let his feelings be known to you

He never thought he'd fall in love again, but you changed all that

"What do you say, sweetheart?"

He held out his hand, as if offering his heart to you

And you happily accepted...

"Yes"

....With the biggest smile you've ever had, feeling the happiest you've ever felt

Now he says "Lovie, I'm home."

You've moved with him after finishing school

He wanted to take care of you

And in turn you'd take care of him

Quality time is Price's recieving love language

Every minute, every second, he wants to be with you

Doesn't matter what you both do, he just wants to be near you, have you in his arms

All those lonely nights without you made him ache for you all the more so

He's pretty sure those same lonely nights you've made you feel the same

Having John in your life changed you from the inside out

You will never want another man

He's the one you want forever

And you're the one he wants forever

❤

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After a pretty rough week with a lot going on, the Lutuals have decided that moving forward we will be a bit more selective regarding certain things. We love sharing our characters and developing new and interesting storylines for people to read and interact with and want to continue doing so while protecting ourselves and our mental health. Please see below on the things we expect moving forward.

Asks, anon or not, will be deleted on sight and the sender blocked if they fall into any of the following categories:

NSFW - finding the characters hot is fine! Telling the mods what you want to do to those characters sexually is not!

Violence - show typical violence may be part of storylines or backstory to inform characterization! Graphically describing violence you would like to see done to the characters doesn’t! To vent frustrations with characters, please throw a bible at them; the mods will get the message just fine.

Hate Speech - the Lutualverse is a fun spinoff of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss settings and isn’t the place for social or political commentary. We’re just here for the various shades of queer relationships; if you’re not, kindly move along.

Spam - many Lutuals utilize their queues for asks and submissions; if you sent it once, we probably got it and will answer asks and post submissions in due time. Sending more than once will just confuse Tumblr and annoy the mod.

To better form a cohesive, consistent universe with multiple storylines, the current Lutualverse is a set roster you can find here, all of whom have been vetted as 18+. As the blogs, storylines, and shows are 18+, it is recommended that minors do not interact. We are not accepting applications at this time to join the Lutualverse, though individual mods may respond to starters at their discretion; these events will not be canon to the universe.

It has also come to our attention that some blogs are claiming to be part of the Lutualverse despite not being official members.

While we appreciate that people enjoy our work, we DO NOT appreciate being impersonated or having unaffiliated members claiming to be part of our canon.

At the time of writing, the ONLY Lutuals are as follows:

@joy-eris-joy

@able-juice

@silvireal

@texanredrose

@kambiteydragon

@moreausposts

@hazbin-hoe-tell

@canibalistic-brownie

@seecatrun

@pseudobun

@atttwoood

@paperroxas

Any new blogs or members will be announced by ONE OF US and will be LISTED on the Lutuals roster.

Any unaffiliated users claiming to be part of our verse WILL BE BLOCKED.

Again, we would like to stress that we enjoy the interaction and support. This is to protect us and better craft compelling stories. Thank you for your understanding.

-The Lutuals

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[blingtv]

too many ppl in this community are pussies 🚬

share w the class

tbh that was just a blanket statement but let me try to put all my thoughts under a read more 😭

mainly the post stemmed from the findrps shit today where the admin was backing a jkr supporter. saying u don't support jkr then... standing with a person who supports jkr is just so ridiculous imo. maybe controversial but i think ppl who continue to support her and her work when informed about all of her bullshit should be ganged up on like sorry idk! enough with the hand holding i'm so sick of it.

this next bit might seem contradictory, but just walk with me here. another thing that kinda tacks onto that is i feel like people are just ultimately so scared to be in the wrong ever so they double down when called out and refuse to see any other point of view which just makes everything so much worse. it's part of the human experience to be incorrect or occasionally make people uncomfortable with ur actions— at the end of that day, it's how you respond to that and move forward. apologize and adjust accordingly. it's gonna be uncomfortable to confront those actions and u may get pretty anxious about it, but you will come out of it feeling much better i promise! even if the person doesn't accept ur apology (which is also OKAY)

idk there's more nuance to what i'm trying to convey than i can really put together rn since i just got off work but yeah. i think this community just needs a lot of work 😭

[fictionkinfessions]

I was looking forward to dying of a terminal illness not long ago because it sounded lovely and I'd get to see all my loved ones but my tumour buggered off and now I have to deal with the grief I blocked off for most of my life.

There are no graves I can visit, no photos that I can view, no letters left behind by some random distant friend gossiping about those that I had known. I just managed to accept that everyone is dead and cannot be replaced, no matter how hard I wish it were not the case.

Nobody runs support groups for people others can easily Google and anonymising details would do nothing because then I would be asked how can I still be in bits and pieces 30-odd years later or longer if I look my age?

Am I a wannabe widower of sorts? How does one define a person who never realised that he loved a guy more than life itself until he died and thought about it years later? Oh, a guy who probably also disliked him? I still miss him in the same way that I did when he was sitting opposite of me but distant. Grief never changes, does it? I lost a lot of people in the last few years and I know well enough it drowns you in the same way every second of the day.

Death seemed like a friend. Life seems like an enemy. The only thing keeping me going is that I don't want my friends disappointed in me and I want to make this life still do others some good. I never was a good person so I decided to try.

Looking for people I know made me more lonely than anything else in my life and I realised it was like a slap to those that I had cherished as nobody but them will ever be them. However, I don't have to let anyone go nor do I have to move on, because my home is and always be with my loved ones. One day, we will all throw a huge party somewhere and somewhen else.

I still wish there had been more support for anyone in a similar situation to me but many people around here probably feel the same. And anywhere else too. I do wish I could stop hoping that the love of my life would pop up on my doorstep one day because I am literal and I do spend my time gazing out of the window forlornly with a sad poetry book in hand and a cigarette in my mouth.

Depressive rant is depressive.

(#⚜️🔥🚬)

x

[flameleadsarc]

@stonedeafdog​ asked: 🚬 he’s a little bit drunk when he slides up to his colonel — it wasn’t every day they were at a party and truthfully, Emil forgot who or what it was even for. He saved himself from some kind of argument Breda and Falman were having by saying he needed to talk to Roy about some kind of business manner ( well that’s what I was wasn’t it? )

He slides up to him nonetheless , almost tripping over himself in the process , he thought he didn’t need his cane , there was enough room for him to hold onto. [ you look so good. ] he signs 

Fluster My Muse | Currently Accepting.

Nights out with the team were rare, especially since they got to Central. With their schedules, they saw plenty of each other at the command center, and Roy was rather sure they were tired of seeing his face every day... and hearing his voice... or just being in his presence in general. Still, that didn’t stop them from inviting everyone out. What were they celebrating again? The Winter Solstice maybe? He didn’t recall it being anyone’s birthday.

In the end, it didn’t really matter. From what he could see, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Predictably, Breda and Falman found something to argue about: rules in poker. Roy rolled his eyes, knowing that Breda was probably baiting Falman just to see what happened, and took a couple more sips of his whiskey. The Lieutenant told him to stick to one glass tonight and nothing more considering he had to drive home, ignoring his complaints about his high alcohol tolerance. This was all he got to enjoy.

So, he made sure he bought a stupidly expensive bottle of whiskey for himself. He’d save the rest for later. Maybe for Emil too if he wanted some. Speaking of him...

Where was his cane? That was Roy’s first question before anything else as he moved to stabilize Emil---well, he tried to. The move didn’t seem to be completely necessary since there was enough room for him to hold onto, but that didn’t stop Roy from worrying for a few seconds. When that panic subsided, he looked Emil over. Oh, so he got to drink more than a glass, didn’t he? Granted, he wasn’t driving, but---

That thought stopped when he caught the sign. Roy blinked a few times as it registered. Did he just... oh he did. Briefly, with slightly flushed cheeks, he glanced down at his clothes. It wasn’t anything special in his opinion: just a pair of slacks, a decent button-down shirt, and a vest. He thought it looked fine, but it wasn’t as if... didn’t matter. Emil liked it.

[ Why thank you. You’re cute when you compliment me, you know. ] He paused, chuckling at himself and shaking his head. [ I’ll go get your cane. Then you can keep telling me how good I look. ]