#refreshed tumblr on my laptop

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[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any anti harem fic recs?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

A spider in a graveyard by Rubypasha (Explicit, Incomplete)

You've fought for years for people who hate and humiliate you, see you as more of a nuisance than a hero. A menace to society, just like your mentor. But you keep going, keep fighting. Keep pushing your limits to save innocent's who get tangled in the cruel web of life that you walk as a shadow. As someone who expects nothing but gives their all. But you keep going You'll deal with whatever and whoever threatens the lives and safety of innocents (both monsters and humans) because you are a spider. And spiders will never go down without a fight. Tired and injured you go to deal with one of your greatest enemies, a skeleton who like you loves puns but is dangerous. More so than anyone could ever imagine. But instead of wrapping the night up quickly like you want you're faced with something neither of you can understand. A machine that goes haywire leaving you injured and in the mercy of the two skeleton brother's and their clones But you won't back down. You will fight even if your hope isn't what it used to be. Maybe this 'other mansion' of skeletons will finally break the walls you were forced to put up in order to survive. Maybe, just maybe- You'll finally realise how amazing you are

Full Deck by Sons_of_Sirens (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You’re just a shy young woman who works at a small bookstore in Ebott City, who has never attempted to climb out of her introverted shell before. Or maybe you’re a sassy young woman who lost her job after sticking up for monster rights in front of your racist boss. Or possibly you’re a traumatized young woman, with a painful past full of abuse and a broken body full of secret scars. You might even be an ordinary-looking young woman, who nevertheless possesses magical abilities and a SOUL far different from a regular human’s. But this is not a story about you. It's about ten skeletons in one tacky suburban McMansion, trying to live together without burning down their own house. It’s an unreasonable convergence of the Undertale AU gang as they go about their lives in a house full of volatile personalities, while trying not to get dragged into a reverse-harem trope. Alliances will be made, bake sales will be ruined and the HomeOwner's Association will be armed and dangerous.

I Like Me More by LambCHOWDER (Mature, Incomplete)

You love pancakes. They're so easy to make. Let's ignore the 7 monsters glaring at you and watching your every move. With obvious red flags, you choose to move in with your ex friend and her harem… for your own benefit, of course. Despite the situations that arise, you push through. Though it may be kind of worth it, you really didn’t expect all the secrets to come loose...

Bleeding Green [Rewrite] [On Hiatus] by pyromaniac_mage (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

[Y/N] [L/N] is a powerful mage with a bloodline well-known throughout the ages and her family have always been celebrated. They, however, despise how their bloodline trapped monsters beneath the ground. But, that is for another day. In not being able to afford basic accommodation for university, they had to rely on an old (and terrible) friend named Bethany. For some reason, most of Bethany's skeleton mates despise [Y/N] but why is that? Apart from the fact she is a mage? Just because she has a kindness soul, it doesn't mean she will stand for their bullshit.

Home for lost souls by SketchyDyslexic (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Sans was so in his head that the resets would start back again, he didn't want to even try. Papyrus put in work to convince Sans that he needed to come to the surface with him, and not continue staying in the underground. Sans agreed to pick out a home with his brother, and began packing his things. With only a week left, Sans decided to try pulling his older brother back with the machine one last time, only to have to watch it sputter and stop. Sans gave up and packed his stuff, ready and moving out to stay with undyne until their new home was bought. His life and a few others really went out of whack because of the machines malfunction, with his sudden influx of brothers and the soulmate bonds that were slowly making themselfs known. Even after settling the chaos, shit still hits the fan every time he gets done untangling one mess. And the woman that is helping his strange family isn't making anything easier by making things easier!

[derpinette]

sometimes i will get bored & go through someone's entire blog since its creation

[chipistrate]

Hey so uh Does tumblr usually gaslight people with their follower count (more context in tags)

[megaawkwardhuman]

HOLY SHIT

THANK Y'ALL SO FUCKING MUCH I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT JWHEHEGEHEGEVSVSV

[drcgonhide]

Hey so… it’s been a while since I’ve been genuinely active on this blog! Finding out I’ve got adhd has explained a LOT when it comes to my sporadic attention span towards my blogs over the years, but I really do miss it here and I’ve been reading some old threads and it made me really miss writing my grumpy lizard man ❤️

So - I can’t promise I’m not gonna be spotty with my attention span (since my hyperfixations still do tend to cycle even with my medication lmao) but I’ve decided I want to officially return! In that same train of thought, I’m older now, and I’ve had this blog for almost 9 years now; so I’d like to think my writing skills have improved at least a little, so I’m gonna steer clear of the one-line replies I used to do far too much of 😅

But anyways hello again! I really hope the OUAT community is still active at least somewhat lol

[joinmeinjoy]

👀👀 hob gore!! (For the wip game)

Just answered!! Sorry it literally took me so long to post the ask bc tumblr was messing me around, but it's up!! And a little dark so be careful!! Thank you for asking!!! :D

[secretmellowblog]

People who try to analyze what happened on Tumblr on November 5th, 2020, often really overstate how much it was actually “about” Supernatural. As someone who has never been in the supernatural fandom ever but dID join in on the hysterical destielposting—it was really more about the stress of the pandemic and the 2020 presidential election.

The two biggest Youtubers I’ve seen try to dissect “what happened that November 5th” in video essays both weren’t American—- and I think that explains why they both tried to explain the hysteria primarily via analyzing the Supernatural fandom/the original show, rather than through the lens of the election. And while those videos are cool, valid, informational, and make lots of really well-considered interesting points— I can tell you that me and almost all my mutuals had literally no knowledge or interest in the fact that “oh supernatural had made nods at the ship in the past but the creators were adamant that I wouldn’t be canon” or etc etc etc etc. the first time I learned about any of that context was way later, watching videos where people claimed that fandom history context (that I did not know anything about) was the actual reason for the hysteria.

But the reality is that people latched on to the Destiel stuff because it was a piece of big useless inane zero-stakes fandom news in a time when we were desperately waiting for serious high stakes election news. We were latching onto a “positive “ piece of inane stupid fandom news in a time of great stress, with all the desperation of a drowning man who latches onto whatever piece of wood will keep him afloat.

The core of the hysteria was that Americans (who make up a huge chunk of tumblr’s userbase) were currently glued to their laptops watching the live presidential election vote counts come in. These vote counts were taking an extended amount of time due to the pandemic causing high numbers of mail-in ballots, resulting in a constant state of Election Day Stress for multiple days straight.

This was also during the height of the Pandemic. People had predicted Trump’s presidency would be bad; no one had predicted it would be this apocalyptically bad. No one had predicted pandemics and lockdowns and hospitals overflowing with bodybags. remember Trump spreading Covid lies and conspiracies?? There were so many Qanon conspiracies about democrats being Satanic child traffickers who had to be put to death, and coup threats were mounting from the right wing side. It seemed like this election was a choice between ‘centrist democrat’ and “apocalyptic right wing conspiracy theory authoritarianism,” in the midst of pandemic conditions that people feared would never ever improve— and it seemed like a close election.

Another major point was that Trump voters were more likely to be antimaskers/Covid deniers, while Biden voters were more likely to take the pandemic seriously— so Biden voters were more likely to send in mail-in ballots instead of risking the in-person voting crowds, which meant their ballots would take much longer to count. And so, in many state electoral vote counts, it would initially seem like Trump was very far in the lead— only for Biden to slooooowly build up an agonizingly small lead as the mail in ballots came in, and then defeat Trump at the very end.

So you’re just watching these news sites giving live election updates, refreshing the page every 2 minutes to see if you’re going to live under a spineless centrist democrat or a literal Qanon Dictatorship. And then you go on tumblr to distract yourself, and there’s more election posting, and more agonizing over the votes, and more stress and despair—-

And then it’s been days and we’re right at the crucial tipping point where it’s anyone’s game and the next few hours will determine whether Trump will win, so you need to keep your eye on the vote count, because the next hours will determine the future of the pandemic and your country and your plans for your entire life—

And then stupid Destiel becomes canon! And it becomes canon in the silliest way possible!

If Destiel had become canon at any other time, it would have been a big goofy tumblr celebration? But we wouldn’t have gotten the insane explosion of hysterical interaction.

The entire core of it was the contrast between the inane meaningless stupidity of fandom news vs the actual stressful election news you wanted to hear! It really is best conveyed in that meme where Castiel says “I love you” and Dean indifferently responds with a piece of important election news.

It’s about the contrast between the low-stakes inanity of fandom and the massive life-destroying stakes of a terrifying election. There really was no reason it had be Supernatural specifically, except that Supernatural was a thing everyone knew basic things about from dashboard osmosis— it could’ve been any other equally huge silly fandom ship news about a ship everyone *knew of* but might not necessarily be invested in (ex. Stucky becoming canon, Johnlock becoming canon, Kirk/Spock becoming more canon somehow, etc etc etc.)

I think it’s true that people who weren’t paying agonizingly close attention to the American election news got swept up in it, and that non American Supernatural fans also were extremely excited for purely fandom reasons — but the entire reason it blew up to an unprecedented degree was because of that core of stressed out terrified Americans glued to their computers watching election results and suddenly receiving stupid fandom news instead, and deciding to just hysterically parodically hyper-celebrate this absurd useless zero-stakes news.

I think it was also all elevated by the fact that, as I said before, this happened at the crucial “tipping point” of the election where the next few hours would determine the winner. The fact that Biden began to slowly develop a lead in the hours after made it feel, hysterically, as if the hours after Destiel became canon was somehow the turning point where he began to win; so celebrating Destiel felt like celebrating that slow turn towards victory.

The tl,dr is that it’s so important to Remember the Fifth of November …..in preparation the inevitable hysteria that will happen in the presidential election on November 5th of next year. XD. Personally I’m rooting for Johnlock or Frodo/Sam to somehow become canon in the eleventh hour right before the democrats win

[ashtonisvibing]

THERE'S A CREEPY PIRATE CLOWN ON MY DASH AND I AM NOW VERY UNCOMFORTABLE-

[ineffabildaddy]

i know this may be obvious to a lot of people, but i thought it was worth saying anyway: i love the good omens fandom because it encourages contribution more than any other popular fandom i've been in.

i'm incapable of being a casual fan of anything. it's just not in my nature. i've been in fandom spaces just over a decade - fandoms related to musicians, books, films and tv shows - and yet i've never been in a fandom that captures, creates, analyses, jokes, and just talks more than this one.

in most of the fandoms i've been in, there's a lot of passive consumption of fan content, which is obviously great and we all do it, but in the good omens fandom, that doesn't seem to make up the majority of our behaviour. in fact, when i got back on tumblr for the first time in 7 years after watching season 2, i had a look around at what the fandom was doing for a day or two and my first thought was: oh god, what if i've got nothing to say? what if i've got nothing to add that hasn't already been added? i immediately felt that i wouldn't truly be part of things if i didn't get stuck in.

if i'm fixated on something or particularly enjoying it at one time, i might wake up in the morning or pick up my phone/laptop thinking, i want to see more, hear more, learn more about this thing. that's still the case with good omens, but with the addition of, how can i contribute today? how can i bring something to the fandom, how can i connect with it, how can i consistently encourage and support the people in it? and that's all because of how artistic, analytical, poetic, humorous but above all enthusiastic all of you are.

the truth is, i'm not at all a confident person. i've got a film degree, i've done stand-up comedy and i've written comedy sketches, i was a popular fanfiction writer for years (hi supernatural fans), and i've shared poetry, too. so, i have got experience in things that could make my contributions to fandom spaces worthwhile (not that you need any particular achievements under your belt). yet usually, the fact that people are doing things that i'm doing infinitely better than me puts me off the idea of doing them at all. so, oftentimes i don't do them, or if i do i put them down immediately and keep them private.

i'm still very much experiencing that feeling since becoming active in the good omens fandom, precisely because there's so much talent and dedication here, but i'm trying to ignore it because it feels like everyone who wants to say something is genuinely valued - especially since people who think differently about aspects of the book and show aren't actually fighting with each other or obsessed with proving they're right, which is quite rare in my experiences of fandoms.

it's been really really refreshing to become an active part of this fandom and i do hope it remains that way as more time elapses since season 2 was released. i have a feeling it will because we've all chosen one of the most wonderful stories of our time to engage with, and the fans' love for it was and is taken more seriously by terry, neil, david and michael than we ever could've hoped for.<3

[seakicker]

I’ve been writing for about ten years privately and publicly and across multiple different websites, fandoms, and eras of favorite characters. I first started writing fanfiction physically in notebooks I stashed under my bed since I didn’t own my own laptop until I was 18, lol. I had originally started writing as a means to cope with feeling like The Ugly Kid because I never had a serious relationship in my pre-teen and teenage years. I was always on the chubby side and, given fanfiction’s tendency to depict readers as extremely thin and physically much smaller than the character in question, I sought to make my own stuff that would, hopefully, alleviate some insecurities and give a place to people who felt similarly to me as a kid. Well, I also started writing because I was horny and hormonal and just wanted to fuck pixels, but that much goes without saying. 

I don’t think writing has much of a place in my current life for a variety of reasons and, despite what I said the other day, I don’t see it being a part of my future and I’m okay with that! It’s a hobby that has served me very, very well for nearly ten years (roughly half of my life now since I’m 22)— I’ve learned to like myself so much more than I ever thought I would have as a teenager, I’ve opened myself up to different ways to express myself and my sexuality, I’ve met a lot of really cool people, and I think I’ve been able to help other people out quite a bit, too. I always worry about coming off as overly pretentious or self-righteous when I talk about helping people through the power of porn fanfiction, but when I’ve received so many messages over the years about how I���ve helped other plus size people learn to feel a little more secure or how I’ve helped people feel less guilty about masturbating and enjoying sex, I think it’s a fair statement to make. I’ve had tons and tons and tons of good times as a writer, but I think reading these messages about helping other people are absolutely my favorite times to look back on. It makes me feel really good. 

I’m in a completely different stage of my life now compared to when I first started writing and I don’t think the hobby appeals to me much anymore. I do think the tumblr game of notes and numbers and interactions has stressed me out some, but it’s by no means my main motivation to hang up my hat and move on to a new era of my life. I don’t care about getting a bazillion notes or a million followers, I just like to be a slut online and help other people feel good about themselves in the process, but any person who makes content will be the first to tell you that it does hurt at least a little when you make something you’re insanely proud of and it gets an amount of likes/reblogs/kudos/comments/etc you find disproportionate to your follower count or subscriber count. Nevertheless, I try not to focus on numbers too much and, while I’m somewhat successful at that, I and many other writers and artists do feel that tumblr has a major problem with interaction, reblogs vs likes, and engagement and tumblr staff’s own decisions to introduce things like community labels certainly don’t help. 

As I said, numbers are not my main inspiration to quit. I’ve experienced near endless burnout since about January of this year where none of my ideas feel unique and original, none of them excite me, and nearly all of them make me worry that other people won’t enjoy them. It’s hard to want to write when you don’t feel like you’re making anything good, and, as I’m sure you all have noticed, I’ve taken a lot of breaks this year to hopefully get myself back in the swing of things, but I never return feeling refreshed and excited by new ideas, so that was the biggest indication to me that I’ve simply grown out of another hobby and I’m a changing person with changing interests and desires, and that’s okay! I’m emerging into a new stage of adulthood after graduating college and beginning to move out of my parents’ house, and so a shift in my hobbies and likes is to be expected. I had a conversation with another writing friend of mine who gave up writing publicly about six months ago, and my feelings sounded a lot like his, so that also suggested to me that I’m just ready to be done. 

I’m infinitely thankful to everyone who’s ever been a part of my writing journey, whether you reblogged a fic once or were a regular emoji anon who stopped in frequently. I really cherish the memories I’ve made and I was always insanely excited to see people claim new emojis, see regulars in my inbox talking to me, and read nice comments and messages. When I say that writing has been a pivotal part of my life for a decade now, I mean that in so many ways, especially in the way that it has brought so many cool and nice people to me. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve said and done things that hurt other people, and I’m grateful for the forgiveness and reconciliation others have given me just as I am thankful for all the people who have supported me throughout my online presence. 

I do feel guilty about leaving, but you guys deserve a proper goodbye instead of me putting my blog on hiatus again and just leaving it there to sit. I’d like to formally leave instead of just going dormant or disappearing, and this is that formal departure. I’ve had thoughts of quitting in the past, but those were when I was already feeling upset with other things in my life so I knew they weren’t real, but I’ve been thinking about this consistently for about four months now in clear mindsets and headspaces so I know it’s a little more real. I put myself on hiatus this last month to really think about it and, while it’s natural to go back and forth on such a decision and try to talk myself out of it, I really am ready and I don’t feel like I need to convince myself to stay when I’m not happy with my content. I owe you guys regularity and consistency, and I’ve failed to be a consistent writer or poster these past few months or so, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve talked about it a lot with my boyfriend and my close friends, and I feel it’s best for me to move on now and try some new things! I’m excited for this next stage of my life as I seek out a new career, look to move in with my boyfriend and get out of my parents’ place, and maybe get engaged too ☺️ 

My tumblr and AO3 will remain up with the same usernames and whatnot. I can’t even thank you guys enough for everything you’ve given me in the past years. I’m happy to call you guys friends and the “parasocial BAD!!!!!” debate that pops up in fandom circles needs to stfu because building a friendship with your audience and allowing yourself to be human with human feelings instead of some blank figure behind a screen is literally normal, lol. When people say nice things to you, it’s normal for it to feel good. When people say rude things to you, it’s normal for it to feel bad. 

Thank you for 10 years of love and thank you for reading! 

💛💛 Juju

ps think of me whenever you see pregnancy

[radioisntdead]

BOOM 💥 💥 💥

2 REQUESTS IN A ROW

this is kinda angsty, but I live some teenage angst!

Could we have an idol!reader, who is asked to do a performance to gain more attention for the hotel, and when she starts singing, she breaks down? ( to the song the disaperance of hatsune Miku, rachies English version or the Japanese version is okay :D)

And when she finishes her performance, she starts to go to Heaven, but rejects them to stay with her found family at the hotel?

I'd say this happens a little after sir pentious, so it would be quite shocking to hell and Heaven.

[I think I requested something like this before, idk if you got it tho]

Only do this if you feel comfortable doing it hun,

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAS

Sincere apologies for my delsiondd rambles,

- XIN 💫

GOOD EVENING XIN! as per usual you give amazing requests, You did request it before it just for some reason didn't show up on my phone but it did on my laptop [SHAME ON TUMBLR FOR TRYING TO HIDE YOUR WONDERFUL REQUESTS]

I hope you enjoy!

Showtime

Hazbin hotel x Idol reader!

Warnings: industry exploitation, child abuse, Implied suicide [not of reader], Implied bullying, betrayal and sabotage [by reader] some lyrics were tweaked to fit reader.

Song

You died at the height of your career, you trained tirelessly from childhood until your death, fought tooth and nail to climb up the ladder of fame, lost friends and gained rivals, did whatever you could to keep the spotlight.

In the end when you were attacked on stage by a crazed fan who had developed a parasocial relationship with you, convinced that you were theirs and felt betrayed that you were hanging out with others.

They had rammed a knife into your chest and fled the scene being chased by security, leaving you to bled out on stage with the stage lights shining down on you

Your last thoughts were wondering if you had squandered your life, was the spotlight worth all this pain and suffering? Would you even be remembered?

You had found the hazbin hotel soon after your death, it was a nice break from all the chaos in hell, you had grown close with the residents there, you had fought beside them during extermination day, you had grieved for Sir Pentious and you had been there to rebuild the hotel.

You were particularly close with Charlie, seeing her as a older sister figure, after being forced up against the other women in your life it was refreshing, relieving, to have someone like her as your friend.

She reminded you of someone you knew when you were alive, someone you wished you had kept in your life until the end.

So when she asked you to put on a little performance to convince people to join the hotel, you said yes without hesitation, she didn't know that you died on stage during a performance, only about you being an idol in life.

And now you were here, standing in attire that was fitting for an music idol like you, trying to steady your breathing as Vaggie was talking to you through an ear piece telling you that the curtains were about to open and to get ready.

It was time to give Eminem or whoever can say words fast a run for their money.

"Ever since I was born, from that day I had known, That I am nothing more than a source of entertainment,"

You kept your eyes closed shut as the curtains opened up.

"Even so, I'll keep singing until destroyed, living forever, yes I am a star, If for example the thing singing was just a toy that would sing back the tunes that you gave to them,"

Were you breathing?

"I'd think that was alright, while I look at the sky, bite this leek, see the soup pouring from my eyes, but even so, it'll disappear, that I know, a personality changing with every song, everything I was built on wasn't strong,"

Oh, you definitely weren't breathing!

"All of the places I knew they're already gone, everyone that I know, they don't remember me, Heart or a soul I have nothing left inside me, I can see the center of the void,"

You opened your eyes and stared out onto the crowd of sinners that Charlie had managed to convince to show up at the hotel for this.

"The world is ending for me, I'm a star."

You took in a breath, as music played behind you, clutching the microphone in your hand until your hand turned a different color.

"Even when my voice wouldn't sing properly… you were always there for me,"

Your first performance on a stage since your traumatic death,

"You kept me by your side… you always encouraged me,"

You couldn't help but look around, Frank, the remaining one of Sir Pentious's eggs was managing the stage lights.

"Please let me see you smile again… please,"

Husker was at the bar serving drinks to hyped up sinners, Alastor was watching from somewhere, Angel dust, Charlie and Vaggie were behind the stage, Charlie gave you a encouraging thumbs up when she noticed you looking over.

"Because… I promised you… a song"

You couldn't afford to be nervous, anxious or worry about someone recreating your death, you had people around you that would protect you.

"Long ago, I had loved to sing,"

You remember singing in your childhood bedroom, dancing to some celebrity's music video, you remember telling your mother that you wanted to be a singer when you grew up.

You were a kid you didn't know you what you were getting into when she threw you into idol training at the young age of six or seven!

"But now, when I do, I don't feel a thing,"

The amount of exploitation and abuse you went through.

"Where, oh where, did my happiness go?"

You were too young for it, why didn't your mother protect you? Why didn't ANYONE protect you?

"I don't know—I don't know, don't know anymore,"

Your grip around the microphone loosened.

"I'm sorry,"

You weren't the only one.

"That face I still remember, smiling through any weather,"

You had a friend, back in the early days, you couldn't remember her name but you remember how she looked, from how her lovely eyes lit up when you entered the room, from her curled hair, from her joyous laughter.

"Just thinking of it makes me feel much better,"

You truly didn't deserve her, she, much like you was thrown into this life by a mother wanting to live through her.

"All my sounds are fading out, and I can see,"

You were forced to sabotage her in order to continue on in that heartless industry.

"The end is getting closer now…"

You were told that it was going to be worth it in the end, that all the pain and suffering, all the heartache, all the betraying would be worth it when people would scream your name at sold out shows.

"Everything that I believed in turned out to be such a stupid fantasy,"

What a load of bullshit that was, all it did was make you friendless and alone.

"A reflection of how I wanted things to be,"

You decided you didn't want to be a singer anymore when you were around twelve, and you told your mom that you didn't want to do it anymore.

"I'm ending everything I know,"

You remember that conversation like it was yesterday, so clear in your mind.

"What do you mean you don't want to do this anymore?!"

"I don't wanna sing anymore Mommy, I wanna be something else,"

"Like what?"

"An architect! They-"

You didn't get to finished your sentence as her hand flew across your face leaving a red mark behind.

"Screaming out in pain, might as well rip out my throat,"

You kept your mouth shut from then on.

"Much too fast, I will sing and cry, this is my goodbye,"

The fact that woman wasn't down here with you yet was proof that she was probably still alive profiting off your death.

Even in death you couldn't be freed from her using you as a cash cow.

"I can't abandon the fantasy that I know, Everything you see about me is only show,"

It was ironic, you preferred being hell over being alive with that woman.

"Heart is exhausted and weak but I'm not afraid, All I can do now is watch as I fade away, as for the strength and the will left inside of me, I'm just a kid, I don't know what you want from me,"

You weren't breathing again.

"What can I do now as I look on at your face?, So full of happiness and yet so full of pain, slowly but surely I feel my world caving in, guess this is what they call the recycling bin, one by one after another my memories start to delete, I'll never retrieve them but, They'll never take away my memories of you,"

you really should breathe now.

"Times that we laughed and the fun things we used to do, all I can hope is that you won't forget them too, I can still taste the leeks as if they're good as new,"

To the public you were known as a sweet angel that could do no wrong, in the industry you were a foe not to be messed with, known to tear down any competition no matter the consequences, the barred off rooftop was proof of that, and behind closed doors you were a shell used by your mother, a victim that became the perpetuator, someone who instead of ending the circle of abuse just passed it on.

“I still wanna sing… I, I still... I still wanna sing!”

You tightened your hand around the microphone, memories flashing through your mind, from your past, those girls that you had treated horrifically.

“It… looks like… I haven't been… a good girl…''

Where did they end up? Heaven or hell? What was the result of their fall?

"Mother… please… just end it all… end my suffering,"

You've done things that were unforgivable, and yet.

"I don't want to see you sad… because of me anymore,”

The people in this hotel didn't judge you, okay a couple of them did but for the most part they didn't, everyone had fucked up one way or another.

"Nowadays, when I try to sing,"

You didn't think you were worthy of getting redeemed, after what you did.

"I can feel my body rip at the seams,"

But Charlie did, she thought you were worthy enough.

"Desperately, praying for some kind of miracle,"

You got to rest the idol persona, you no longer had to hurt others, you could just rest and find out who you were truly away from the limelight, away from that woman, safe in the hotel.

"No one listens, I'm all alone,"

From the two-faced big shot shining idol under a alternative name, to just [Name], it was just you.

"I'm sorry,''

You, who helped out in the hotel, who was friendly with practically anyone, who occasionally played an instrument or two in the lobby.

"That face I still remember, smiling through any weather,"

A beloved hotel resident.

No one cared about who you were before.

"When I think of it, something's lost forever,"

You were so grateful that you had met everyone in the hotel, that they had given you a second chance.

"All this noise I make grates on my heart somehow,"

They were your family, not the one you left behind when you died, the people in this hotel was your family.

"The end is getting closer now…"

The crowds eyes were on you.

"Everything that I protected turned out to be a delusion in the end,''

A golden shining light shun down around you, it wasn't a stage light,

You took a glance at Charlie, a giant smile was prevalent on her face as realization hit.

Redemption worked.

"Stabbing me with the love I'll never have again,''

You could feel yourself getting lighter,

"If I tried saying how I feel,"

You didn't want to go! Not yet, isn't it too cruel to take you away from here?

Or was it merciful because this was hell after all, you should be glad, so why weren't you?

"Would even reach you before I disappeared?"

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, hell even Alastor!

Would you ever see them again if you go up?

"Not enough time to sing or cry, this is my goodbye,"

You wiped a glimmering tear from your face as you began to float, what had you done to trigger this?!

"Ever since I was born, from that day I had known, that I am nothing more than a source of entertainment, even so, I'll keep singing until destroyed,"

Would you have enough time to finish the song?

"Living forever, yes I am a star, if for example the thing singing was just a toy that would sing back the tunes that you gave to them, I'd think that was alright,''

Sinner's looked at you with confusion, awe, realization, hope, and other things you couldn't put a finger on.

"While I look at the sky, bite this leek, see the soup pouring from my eyes, slowly but surely I feel my world caving in guess this is what they call the recycling bin,"

You were fading away into dust, 'I don't feel so good Mr. Stark' style, maybe you weren't getting redeemed and this was just a random attack.

No, no that was silly.

"One by one after another my memories start to delete, I'll never retrieve them but they'll never take away my memories of you, times that we laughed and the fun things we used to do,''

No matter what became of you above, you would never forget those in this hotel.

"All I can hope is that you won't forget them too, I can still taste the leeks as if they're good as new, finally it’s the finale, my final song, just what will happen to you when I'm redeemed and gone?"

You wondered if you'd get to see her again, could you apologize for what you did back then?

"I only wanted to sing for you once again, but I guess it was too big a wish in the end, this is where I say goodbye but I'm not afraid, All of my feelings have finally faded away,"

You didn't have much time left did you, they should've at least given you a chance to say goodbye! Or at least waited.

"Being reduced to a string of zeroes and ones, this is the end of me, soon I won't know I'm gone, fading away from here until there’s nothing left, it's so pathetic right? Now that I think of it,"

You wanted to hang out with Angel dust one more time, you wanted Husk to show you magic tricks again, you wanted to listen into Alastor's broadcast, you wanted to help Niffty hunt down roaches, you wanted Vaggie to teach you how to defend yourself again, You wanted to continue helping Charlie!

"Only the memories of my voice will remain, You might forget me but please don't forget my name,''

You prayed that they would remember you if you couldn't see them again.

"If that alone could come true I can rest in peace, lasting forever like how I was supposed to be,"

You were almost fully faded, you looked around at your family, they were emotional although most tried to hide it.

Charlie's eyes were filled with tears, you did it, you were getting redeemed like she thought you would.

"This is the end now but I like to think someday, that even if I die, this song will still remain,"

What a fitting end for you.

"Thank you so much… and finally… goodbye for good."

The last person you saw was Charlie.

You were gone, the shining light faded away from the stage leaving a bittersweet feeling and stunned sinners.

You had done your goal considering many sinners that were there that night checked into the hazbin hotel.

"Charlie, We're back for the week!" You shouted as you hopped out of the swirling portal thing, a shining halo on your head, lovely fluffy white wings on your back, and a softer color palette,

You had convinced heaven to let you come back bi-weekly along with Sir Pentious who surprise surprise was redeemed! it felt like custody visits, which it essentially was.

You got to see your family and you got to reside in heaven.

Like Hannah Montana says, best of both worlds.

"[Name], Pentious! Just in time we're about to do a trust exercise!" she said gesturing to a group of sinners, some of them giving you a little wave or a nod of acknowledgment,

"Sweet! I'll help out or participate depending on what we're doing." You said skipping over to her.

It was good to be home.

Tune in Friday for the other request our beloved Xin sent in, it's fluffy!

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! The disappearance of Hatsune Miku is imbedded in my brain now I love it, The sped up parts did give me a little trouble with pacing but I'm never good with pacing these, also for those who caught it, yes that was a Sarah-lynn reference!

We also have a discord server now if you lovely folks would like to join!

[kyunzin]

hoooww do you do the ombre colors on ur text :3

you’ll need a laptop I’m pretty sure, that’s how I do it anyway

I use https://jsfiddle.net/j7vLfbw1/22/ and type the text into the top box, changing the colours to what i want then press run

like this

then I copy all the text in the bottom

and I go onto tumblr website on my laptop go to the draft or whatever it is I’m doing and click on edit/the three dots in the top corner scroll down and switch it to html

then I select my text

and paste the code I copied into it

if you don’t paste it into the html bit it will look like this

so make sure you do it in the html bit otherwise it won’t work

i experimented a lot at first and chose what colours i liked, i change them depending on the character

I usually have two tabs open for it; one for my title as that’s always in the same colour and another for characters

if your are going to do the title the same everytime like me, I suggest writing down the hex of the colours that you use because it may refresh sometimes and you might not be able to get the same colour as before

also the way u spelt colour is hurting me, it could be a typo or u must be american

if you don’t have a laptop then idk mate, it doesn’t work on my ipad or phone

hope this helps 😽

[ianthe]

I'm gonna be updating my big free ADHD resource list soon, I was working on it on my phone but I switched apps and one of the times I switched when I came back Tumblr had refreshed and lost all my progress & i'm waiting for my new mouse to get here so I can use my laptop again bc a lot of the software on the list has ceased to exist or ceased to be free!! so I need to update it!!! anyway look forward to that

[hakusins]

hakudean note: finally found time to do this!! anyways here is a long overdue mini event to celebrate 360+ followers on tumblr! first, i want to say thank you to all of you for your support and love through these few months!! when i dabbled into the dol fandom, i honestly never thought i'd get a lot of engagement and was content with just having fun. BUT HERE WE ARE! 360+ and probably still growing! no amount of words can thank my friends, mutuals and followers for this! i honestly would've lost interest long ago had it not been for all of you guys. so from the bottom of my heart, thank you for the support! as a thank you and to give back to the community that supported me these past few months, i've decided to open this mini event!

Mini Event - Drawing Requests! (5/5)

for a limited amount of time, i'll be accepting drawing requests! at the moment, i'll only accept 5 at a time. i can't promise that i'll open requests again after drawing the original 5, but i will do my best!

also i am planning on streaming the drawing process for these requests! however, right now im still in the process of testing the streaming site, so no promises on this part ! INFO ON STREAMING (UPDATED): hey guys so i overestimated my laptops capability to handle streaming 😭 i couldn't even draw a single line without the fans going crazy, so i'm gonna have to cancel streaming overall :(( hopefully one day when i get a pc, I'll be able to stream! but for now as a compromise i'll be recording the drawing process and then posting it! sorry again for not being able to pull through on the streaming stuff.

before sending requests, PLEASE READ the rules down below! otherwise i won't accept your request!

DETAILS BELOW!

rules:

no anons and please only send your request ONCE so everyone has a chance to request art! if you want to remain anonymous, just let me know in the message and i'll be sure to post the art with your request and block out your username + profile!

no nsfw + furry + mecha- big fan of them, its just unfortunate that i don't have a lot of energy and these pieces take a lot of my energy to make!

maximum 3 characters at a time!

not really a rule but a strong recommendation: if you want me to draw your oc/pc, pls send as much ref pics as you can! that way i can draw your babies to the best of my ability!

there's a counter on this post on how many requests i'm still accepting. i will possible add onto this post if i want to refresh that counter and accept more requests!

the list will probably grow as the event goes on, so please keep an eye out on updates in case i rebump this post a few times!

Finally: if you've read all of the rules and are ready to request some art, be sure to mention the phrase 'Lightswitch', in your request! That way I'd know you've read all the rules. (Requests that don't have this phrase will be deleted).

[pinwheelwhirl]

spent all day cycling between refreshing tumblr, trying to edit the fic i found buried in my tumblr drafts, and working on a drawing. laptop screen make head hurty