#i just needed to get this outta my head

[keysmashing-bees]

Watch out, Max, they might kick your head

[babblingbonnabel]

🪡 + 🔨 | more yapping!!

NOTE: because so many bigger members of the Avarice Battalion are from the Omega clan, a big portion go to The Garden to celebrate the Omega Tree every Spring (a large symbol of longevity and legacy for the clan...before they burned down lmaooo!!!).

[crazylittlejester]

something something i think maybe a lot of people struggle with feeling empty and like nothing matters because every day on social media we have fake things thrown in our faces mixed in with the blunt reality of how humanity fails each other. and by fake things I don’t mean unrealistic bodies or skin care products claiming to fix a problem that some company invented JUST for you to buy their product (not that those aren’t also issues), I mean nothing is authentic or original anymore. Clothing, fabric, and toy qualities are declining, people are trying to create new trends to be popular but they don’t stick around long enough to mean anything and and I think young people trying to express and find themselves struggle to do so because everyone is trying to be everyone as fast as they can and if you’re behind on a ‘trend’ you’re cringe and you’re bullied. spaces and styles and media that used to be safe for the “weird kids” are now used as fast fashion trends and if you still like those things or dress that way when the trend is over it’s back to being made fun of for you. creativity is dying, children are being shoved into molds that aren’t even solidified themselves because they change every week when a new trend pops up. “this week we’re being alt, but it’s not really alt. oh this week we’re wearing beige, you’re still alt? why would you dress like that thats so 2020 of you.” you used to be able to hear kids playing outside but you can’t really anymore, and now if you do hear them they’re speaking to each other through internet terms because that’s how they’ve learned to communicate and express themselves because we have allowed the world to destroy itself to the point that online spaces might be the only places these kids feel safe, because it certainly isn’t schools. “kids are on their phones too much these days” look at the world thats left for them? i think people feel empty because nothing is real, even the online fandom experience has started to feel like it’s something that’s being sold to you through ads, and hopeless because how could you not feel that way when you open up tiktok and it’s full of how kids are scared of having their phones locked away at school not because they’ll lose a snap streak but because they’re terrified they won’t have the chance to say good bye to their parents? its so hard to look at the world and see whatever light and goodness remains something something everything feels so fucking fake all the time what if i just want to eat a polly pocket dress and choke and die on it like its 2008 and the world still has color?

[clover-46]

the writers on here making the miguel fics need to remember his fangs inject paralytic venom hes not a real vampire it was just a joke in the movie 😭

oh but i still want him to bite me don’t get me wrong idgaf if they have venom 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Was having some Angels and Demons feelings/thoughts and this happened! Just a sweet little meet cute type thing!

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Like, there's probably some place on earth that is a space for all the supernatural beings. And they aren't at war, they just kind of co exist,  though they do discourage mingling, at least Heaven does. Hell doesn't give a shit really as long as the temptations they need done get done.

So they're all hanging out there. Eddie is standing with Gareth near the back, they like to people watch. And then Eddie sees Steve for the first time and he's like ,

"Gareth."

Gareth does not answer. So he starts smacking his arm with the back of his hand like,

"GarethGarethGarethGarethGarethGar-"

"Holy shit WHAT?" Eddie just leans closer and is like,

"Do you see him?" And Gareth is nice so he leans back, follows Eddie's finger is like,

"Yeaaah. The guy with the hair? I see him." Gareth nods, his voice half dismissive. And Eddie just grabs at his arm, tugs on it.

"Yeah there's the hair. But look at his eyes. And his mouth. And hands. He's got nice hands. Wow. And his-"

"Eddie!" Gareth yells, slaps at Eddie til he looks at him.

"What? What?? Why are you hitting me?" Eddie nearly screeches and Gareth just gives him a look, the Kermit look, is what Eddie calls it, his lips pressed together, he looks unammused. Gareth nods, his eyes moving down, to Eddie shoes.

"Wha- oh shit!" Eddie's feet are on fire. His shoes steaming in the heat that he can't really feel. But he stamps around until the flames are gone, and then flails his hands to get his hair out of his face. Gareth helps smooth out his jacket once he settles, both of them sighing loudly.

"That hasn't happened in awhile." Gareth says, trying to sound put out but he's smiling.

"Yeah. At least it wasn't my tail this time." Eddie huffs, and then he hears Gareth's breath catch and he's holding Eddie's shoulders.

"Don't look now, but pretty angel boy is looking at you." He whispers it, conspiratorially, but Eddie misses the first part, whips his head around with a loud,

"WHAT!?!" and his tail smacks into someone walking past, carrying a tray of fancy colorful drinks, they all clatter to the ground, glass smashing. Eddie's eyes are wide as the angel laughs, eyes on Eddie.

And Eddie feels his ears burning, can feel the flames starting underneath his hair. Angel boy looks at the drinks on the ground, and snaps his fingers. The drinks fly back together and onto the tray. Eddie gapes, his mouth open, he can feel Gareth patting his hair, trying to put the flames around his head out, Eddie absent-mindedly slaps gently at Gareth, trying to push him away. His feet carrying him forward, Gareth moves with him.

"What are you doing?" He hisses, his hands still hovering around Eddie's hair. Eddie slaps at him for real now, turning to him and slapping him away.

"He laughed." Eddie says, his face all smiley and dopey. Gareth grabs his hands, stopping Eddie slapping him.

"So??? Angels aren't allowed to talk to us." Gareth hisses, trying to tug Eddie back to their little dark corner.

"But we're allowed to talk to them." Eddie says, struggling against Gareth's hold on him.

"Says who??" Gareth huffs, his arm snaking around Eddie's waist, half literal, the scales on his hands shining even in the low light. Eddie's eyes move back to the angel, he's still watching them, a soft smile curling his pretty lips. Eddie sighs, takes another step forward.

"Eddie please!" Gareth begs. Eddie turns to him, disentangles himself and grabs Gareth's shoulders.

"Gareth. I'm going to talk to that angel. And I'll put in a good word for you." He says, patting his cheek before turning away. The angel boy is taking a sip of something colorful when Eddie looks at him, his eyes on Eddie over his glass.

"Wait what? Put a word in? Why? I don't like him." Gareth whispers, still trailing after Eddie, swatting at Eddie's tail as it pushes against his chest, trying to keep him back. Eddie rolls his eyes, and turns back around.

"Not for him. For Chrissy. Idiot." He says it fondly, smiles when Gareth finally stops walking. His eyes bugging out, his hands flapping at his sides, scales growing up his neck and across his cheeks as he flushes.

"Eddie no!" Gareth calls, weakly. Eddie turns only his head this time, winking at Gareth.

"Eddie yes." He says, and promptly stumbles over his own feet. Nearly trips into the bar, right next to angel boy.

His chest hits the bar with a little "oof" and he stands quickly, patting down the front of his red velvet jacket as he gathers his footing, his hands stopping when he notices how close the angel is now, and he's still got that smile on his face.

"Hi." Eddie breathes. The angel huffs a laugh, shakes his head.

"Hi yourself." He takes another drink, eyes still on Eddie.

"Thristy?" The angel asks, licking his lips, they're so pink. And so pretty. And Eddie wants to ruin them.

"Parched." Eddie says, his eyes still glued to the angels mouth. It smiles again, says something to the waiter, and then he holds his hand out.

"I'm Steve." He says, still staring. Eddie wipes his warm palm on his thigh, slides it into Steve's, waits for the burning sensation, but it doesn't come. His brow furrows as he says,

"Eddie." His eyes move back to Steve's face. He shakes his hand, squeezes it, then lets it go. Eddie clenches his fist at the loss. The bartender sets a drink down, the angel, Steve. Slides the drink to Eddie.

"I didn't think angels were allowed to talk to us." Eddie says, takes a sip of the drink, it's fruity, blue raspberry he thinks, it's the same drink Steve is nursing. Steve shrugs, doesn't say anything. Until...

"Hey Eddie?" And fuck the way he says his name makes Eddie's stomach flutter, his voice angelic as it curls around the letters.

"Hmmm?" Eddie hums, his eyes locked on Steve, he can't seem to not look at him.

"Your hair's on fire." Steve sounds amused, Eddie rests his arm on the bar, then his chin in his hand, still looking at Steve.

"Heh. Yeaaaah. It does that." He sighs dreamily, using his free hand to pat at the ends of his hair, smoke rising under his fingers, as he blinks at Steve, still staring.

The laugh that bursts from Steve is like music, his skin feels like fire, flames crawling over him under his suit as Steve looks at him, laughing, his cheeks flushed and he leans into Eddie's space feely. He looks as giddy as Eddie feels and Eddie wants to touch so badly.

He can't.

Not here.

So he just smiles, takes a sip of his drink, his eyes locked on Steve. But Steve, this angel boy, must be thinking the same thing, even though he shouldn't be, he very much, should not be. But Eddie watches his eyes linger on his mouth as Eddie takes another sip and licks his lips clean, forked tongue peeking out between them.

Steve's teeth dig into his bottom lip and he downs the last of his bright blue drink in a hurry. He takes a step away from the bar, turns away, and Eddie’s heart drops, maybe he'd read it wrong. Maybe Steve had genuinely been laughing at him, but the drink, and eyes. And then Steve stops. His head turns, just a fraction.

"You comin or not... hot stuff?" Steve turns further then, smirking at him. Eddie's stomach flutters but he stumbles forward a step.

"Yeah. Yep. Definitely."

"Don't forget your drink. Since you're so parched." Steve drawls, his side facing Eddie now as he waits. Eddie looks back to the drink, to Steve, to the drink, back to Steve.

"I wasn't talking about the drink when I said that." Eddie says in a rush, wiping his sweating palms on his thighs. Steve snorts a laugh, it makes Eddie's skin feel tingly.

"I- I know that. Just-" he huffs again, a fond smile on his face as he looks at Eddie.

"C'mon." He nods his head in the direction he'd been headed, toward a door Eddie had never noticed before. Eddie swallows, narrows his eyes, just a fraction, at Steve's hand, hesitating.

"What? Don't you trust me?" He asks, his voice level, eyebrows twitching in what Eddie thinks might be amusement.

"I don't- I don't know." Eddie says, his voice small, he swallows, hard. Steve's face softens and he steps forward, into Eddie's space.

"Hey. You can trust me. I'm an angel after all." He winks, but slides his hand into Eddie's. And Eddie notes that once again it doesn't burn his skin, he frowns as he says,

"Yeeeah... that's what I'm worried about."

"It only hurts if they want it to hurt." Steve whispers, answering the question Eddie hadn't asked, giving him a small smile when he blinks at him, frown softening.

"You wanna come with me?" Steve asks, his voice still soft, quiet.

"Am I allowed to? Is this- I mean are you- You won't get in trouble?" Eddie stammers, feeling more flames kick up around his ears. Steve's eyes move to the smoke and then back to Eddie's face, he shrugs.

"I might. You might be worth it." Steve whispers, winks, and then he's tugging on Eddie's hand before he can ask anymore stammered questions. Pulling him through the mingling crowd, angels and demons swirling through Eddie's vision as he leaves firey footprints in his wake. He catches a glimpse a flailing Gareth on the edge of the crowd and waves, before getting a chestful of Steve.

"Sorry sorry sorry." Eddie breathes, patting at Steve's bright white shirt, trying to wipe away the soot marks he'd left, only making it worse with a grimace.

"It's fine. You're fine." Steve breathes into his laughter.

"Hey by the way, you wouldn't happen to know if this angel named Chrissy has your same... predilection, for demons, would you?" He asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Steve's face falls, just a bit, and Eddie squeezes his hand, hurriedly continuing.

"Oh no not for me! I have this friend. The one I was with earlier. Gareth. And he uh- he's got a big ol crush on her." Eddie explains. Steve beams at him, his smile blinding.

"He a good guy?" Steve asks, serious all of a sudden.

"He's the sweetest. A little tightly wound but, I will admit, that might be partially my fault." Eddie ducks his head, rubs at the back of his neck. Steve laughs again, nods.

"Good. She needs a good guy. I'll put a good word in." He smiles, leans closer, Eddie's breath catches in his throat as Steve's nose almost touches his and then he's swaying away again, looking as dazed as Eddie feels.

"Ready?" He breathes, squeezing Eddie's hand.

"As I'll ever be. I think." Eddie shrugs, threads his fingers between Steve's and yelps as Steve pulls the door open and yanks Eddie through it. 

[peppermintquartz]

No one asked but here have some Tommy Kinard headcanons

He's claustrophobic. Put him someplace where he can't see the sky or feel a breeze and he'll freeze up internally

Can swim, but not well. He's not super comfortable with being underwater either (see claustrophobia) so has no desire to go diving

He's an average singer, but get him tipsy and he'll think he can sing "I Will Always Love You". Which he can't. But he'll try!

Has stretch marks from when he was fat

Can and will sing and dance (dorkily) to most of Britney and Backstreet Boys, esp if it's to make someone laugh. (Do not mention N'Sync to him)

Can grill like a pro, but cannot follow recipes any longer than five steps. (He'll want to "get creative")

Really liked the Mythbusters. Even contemplated moving to San Francisco in the hopes of encountering the team. May have teared up during the final episode (this is not me at all)

Excellent at math and physics, average in English, Bio and Chem, better in Geography than History

Mom and dad divorced when he was ten. Custody was granted to dad because he was a business owner (hardware store) and she was jobless (at the time). Tommy got to see her once a week.

Was on the high school football team (which made his dad proud) and got to college on a scholarship, but damaged his knee in a game which scuttled his dad's hopes for him to turn pro and also the scholarship went poof

His dad doesn't know where he lives now. And he doesn't know Tommy is gay.

His mom did know, he told her about a month before she passed, and the last time Tommy saw her was in a hospice. The next time he went home was the last time, for the funeral.

Tommy still deposits some money in his dad's bank account regularly to cover part of his dad's living expenses

Was approached several times by agents to model (he's done a handful of print ads, just as bonuses to his salary) and also to do porn (he has given it thought now and again, but self-consciousness wins out every time)

[kaze-writes]

Had a bad day, cried a little, made some chickpea curry, realised I have no more chocolate and got very upset about it, wrote the first chapter of Icarus... a regular Sunday in Kaze City, I guess.

[slimedeamon]

Phil still had his sword out, pointing it at them, at her. His little girl. The others in a semicircle around them, trapping the two of them against a wall. He would not let them take her. He would not lose his huevo, not again. Phil took a small step towards them, and Charlie lifted his own weapon higher, shielding his little girl with his own body. Phil’s eyes where pleading, but Charlie wouldn’t listen to them. “Charlie, please mate, that’s not your daughter. You have to know that’s not JuanaFlippa.” Charlie saw as she put down a sign just to his right, and began frantically scribbling on it, but he did not wait for her to finish her own pleading. “I know.” There were several gasps from the crowd, both shocked and angry, but he paid them no mind. “I know, but you’re wrong.” His little girl stopped writing and looked up at him, confusion clear on her face. “dad please it’s me” could be read on the sign, in the strange way this huevo wrote. “She may not be Flippa. But she is my daughter.”

[sun-5h1ne]

Do you ever think that if Vegetta ever come back and him and Foolish decided to get married right away it would probably scare Vegetta away even more.

They couldn’t have their small intimate wedding with just Leo and Roier anymore. Foolish couldnt possibly imagine not sharing one of the most important moments of his life without all of his family. Without Peptio, Richas, Jaiden, Mouse, and Tina. Without the entirety of Bolas, Agent 18, and the Capybaras. Even Badboyhalo and Dapper. Soon enough the whole server is coming and its exactly what Vegetta was afraid of. Foolish will leave him or it was just for his money and Foolish is just like all the others. Vegetta can’t do it.

Whether Vegetta runs or just doesn’t show, all that matters is that the wedding would be a bust and Foolish would be alone again. Maybe Foolish wouldn’t let anyone see how hurt he obviously was or maybe that would be the final straw. Maybe Foolish would be bitter, angry. Maybe he would yell, scream. Maybe they would talk about it but maybe they never do and it ends right there. Who knows

[kishdoodles]

omg it’s ashswag hi!!! ^_^

[knoproblem]

Maybe the fog’s here because I want it here.

Is that why I opened the windows?

Maybe I asked the fog to come…

-MAG170: Recollection

[saturngalore]

i wouldn’t say i lost interest in sims bc i was just building an apartment for my girl group and doing teasers for said girl group but i guess i lost interest on always being on simblr? i kinda forget it’s here bc now im tryna learn how to sew and been busy in other things so idk what’s going on…i miss simblr and making edits but 🤷🏾‍♀️

[redhotarsenic]

Man imagine whining because I called you a moron when you’re in fact being a moron

[roetrolls]

:))))) hrgh

ok so not to get too venty on here but

i start my final quarter of college tomorrow w/ my senior film due in 2 months, and my neurologist just upped my steroid dosage which might result in new side effects (or maybe already has? the steroids have already been fucking with my vision but it seems a lil worse and now i think im having trouble falling asleep too) AND im gonna have to deal with infusions during this too :')

o(-< so hrghhhhhhh basically the next 10 weeks are about to be really stressful and i just wanna ask that everybody be patient/gentle with me

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Send me good wishes yall. I'm going to try and work on some late work when I get home but I'm chronically bad at doing that without an energy drink but I'm not ready for the impending doom of selling my soul to energy drinks so I can function

Uuhhhhhhhhh I accidentally went on a tangent and there's a whole vent in the tags oopsies

[lethargarian]

he looks so disheveled and devastated here BABY