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[davidthephoneguy]

Me in Hazbin Hotel

(No I don't support Vivzie I just thought the idea and worldbuilding with her removed is interesting)

[venusintheblindspots-blog]

Remmick being from Ireland, a place that has been colonized by the same people that claimed the Americas as their own by displacing from indigenous peoples on their land, and enslaving African peoples is relevant to his character, because it makes him a more horrifying villain. Everybody he turns are apart of a hive mind, there’s no individuality,—whiteness doesn’t allow for it— and they all feel what he feels. It reminds me of this quote from “Mapping Tropical Gothic in the Americas” by Justin Edwards.

"The shift from the Afro-Caribbean zombie to the U.S. zombie is clear: in Caribbean folklore, people are scared of becoming zombies, whereas in U.S. narratives people are scared of zombies. This shift is significant because it maps the movement from the zombie as victim (Caribbean) to the zombie as an aggressive and terrifying monster who consumes human flesh (U.S.). In Haitian folklore, for instance, zombies do not physically threaten people; rather, the threat comes from the voduon practice whereby the sorcerer (master) subjugates the individual by robbing the victim of free will, language and cognition. The zombie is enslaved."

Vampirism in media has always been used for social commentary (there’s a lovely article by Fariha Mabud on this) and Sinners did not disappoint. Remmick’s modern day equivalent is a white Irish-American who uses his people’s history to shut black & indigenous peoples up about the colonization in a way that is almost welcoming by saying ‘We are all one’, when people who look exactly like him decided we weren’t, and allowed some Irish Americans to enact that same violence on black & brown folks without repercussions. So in contrast to the modern, western, vampirism that is appealing & alluring, Sinners uses vampirism in the same manner that zombies were used in Afro-Caribbean folklore— as a metaphor for the violent colonization of black peoples.

[starlingfawn]

i will lay down and hopefully my blood will feed my flowers

[cowboyabunga]

least relevant thing to come out of Sinners is seeing people discover what a banger the rocky road to dublin is. like wdym ur family didnt listen to the best of irish music for 3 hrs minimum on every family road trip and now you have rocky road memorized for the rest of your life?????

[shetheabsolute]

— Fruit for thought

(Sinners, 2000s era au)

Stack × Original character (Imaan Irie Miller)

Pilot, "Flashback to us" (next)

Seven Years Ago

Imaan’s living room glowed warm like late afternoon honey. A floor lamp draped in orange scarf fabric cast little swirls of color onto the walls. The whole place smelled like patchouli and something sweet simmering from the kitchen. The stereo in the corner hummed low with a scratched-up Lauryn Hill CD, track five: "I Used to Love Him."

Stack was posted up on her couch, one arm lazily draped across the back, legs stretched out like he paid rent there. He didn’t. But he looked too at home. That was his thing—always lookin’ like he belonged even where he didn’t.

Imaan sat near him, cross-legged on the floor, braiding her hair in the mirror propped on the coffee table and laughing at something he said—real soft, one of those breathy, mmm-you-a-fool laughs. She was only one braid in, an oversized tee with the collar slipping off her shoulder, and her shorts had hiked up way past her thighs, not that she cared. Her house, her heat, her rules. Stack? He was watching her with everything she did it.

“Mani,” he lingered, voice just above the music, “if I knew you had all this peace out here, I woulda stopped messin’ with them city girls a long time ago.”

She paused to glance over at him. “I don't like my peace being followed by chaos, Stack.”

"Oh, word? Okay then. Be liked that," He smiled, eyes lazy with that flirtation he always carried like a second skin. “You ever think ‘bout movin’ back to Jamaica?”

“Mm, I dunno,” she mused, fingers twisting. “Only when Mississippi start feeling like it don’ want me here.”

“..I want you here,” he almost cooed the words out. Made Imaan’s insides churn just the way she loved.

She turned away to hide her grin. “You want everything that got a heartbeat.”

“Damn that was cold,” he said, pressing his hand to chest dramatically. “And, that ain’t true.”

“Oh it ain't?” she teased, standing now, walking over slow with the braid half-done, end flying out wild. “You mean tell me you don’ still got Mary tucked way in your back pocket?”

Stack leaned forward, grinning. “Why you steady bringin’ up old stuff?”

“Boy, you know damn well that ain’t old,” she said, slipping between his legs to stand over him, “especially if it’s still in rotation.”

He looked up at her, that dimple pressing deep into his cheek. “You jealous?”

“No,” she said, matter-of-fact. “I’m territorial with my peace, not my options.”

He laughed, his head shaking. “Why you always gotta have a mouth?”

“Cause you always come through my house playing.”

The song switched to “Ex-Factor.” Her hips circle a little with the intro. Slow and teasing without her meaning to do it. That bass always did something to her. Maybe he noticed. Probably did becasue before she knew it his hands ghosted up to her waist, fingers curling against her skin. And she didn’t stop him.

“Imaan,” he called, voice dipped in something sticky. Like he didn’t already have her attention.

She looked down at him, face unreadable. He slowly moved to pull her in closer—like he didn’t want to scare the feeling away if it was real this time. His breath brushed against her mouth and her lips parted, just slightly. One more inch and he woulda tasted h—

A hand raises, single finger pressed to his lips, stopping him right there in his tracks.

“You still messin’ with that white girl?”

Stack blinked, caught off guard. “You know, she not really whi—”

“Whatever she is,” Imaan interrupted, tilting her head down, eyes locked onto his, “if she still on your hip...”

She leaned in, lips so close he could taste the candy on her breath.

“…then you ain’t gettin’ none…”

Her finger slid from his lips down to the underside of his chin, shifting his head up. Then she paused, mouth resting over his, breath warm against him.

“…of this.”

And just like that, she pulled away, smooth and sure, shifting to sit back down on the floor like she didn’t just leave him breathless.

“You messed up for that,” Stack groaned and fell back onto the cushions, dragging a hand down his face.

She smirked over her shoulder. “Told you ion do second.”

【Present Day】

Folks call her Bag Lady.

Not outta spite or mockery—no. It was just how things worked round here. If you lived far off the gravel roads and came to town dressed like Erykah Badu meets thrifted Dior, carrying a red fishnet bag stuffed with poem books, personal grown fruit, and a single carved wooden pipe? You got a name. Became a story.

But Imaan never minded.

The south had a lot brewing in it. It had home written in its air, soul, people–new and old, it had culture. It is the culture. It might not have looked like much to outsiders, especially in the new millennium. Just a stretch of open sky, faded paint on wood porches, and dust that clung to shoes like secrets. But to Imaan, Mississippi had become her quiet place. Her new beginning. Even if it never stopped whispering about her.

She moved to the States from Mandeville, Jamaica when she was eighteen—alone, carrying little but a suitcase, her mother’s anklet, and a purse slung low over her shoulder. That was when people around town started calling her bag lady, half-joking, half-afraid. She didn’t bother correcting them either. She liked to let people talk.

Imaan lived by herself on the countryside. A pretty but worn two-story, off-white house with metal gates surrounding the border and a funny sign on the entrance that let people know she wasn’t someone to be scare of. Wild grass wrapped around the porch, and wind chimes she made from colored glass bottles and metal spoons danced on her window ledge. Imaan kept to herself. Smoked her weed in the morning with tea, read romance paperbacks with dog-eared pages, and grew fruit to sale. Her eyes were soft brown, framed by lashes too perfect to fake, and her skin glowed with the kind of care that comes from loving yourself in private.

Back in the day, there use to be Stack.

They talked sometimes. Not often, but enough to linger in each other’s memory. She liked that he didn't always try to impress her. Sometimes he’d catch her outside while she was watering her herbs or walking back from Bo Chow’s store with her fishnet bag heavy with meat or soap.

He’d lean up on her porch rail, shirt clinging to his sweat, and say something like, "You always smell like sumn sweet, Mani." Or "let me buy you a drink tonight." He was slick that way.

She never let him touch her for too long, though. They may have had their silences, their glances, but she wouldn’t cross that line—not when she knew he had Mary, even if no one else knew for sure. Imaan wasn’t about to play second fiddle to nobody.

So when the twins dipped for Chicago, she knew he wasn’t gonna say goodbye. No letter. No call. Just gone. But still Imaan stood on her porch for a while the next morning, watching the empty road like it owed her something.

Then seven years passed.

People forgot how close Imaan and Stack might’ve been. Or maybe they just didn’t care. Imaan stayed quiet, laid back, kept to her routines like clockwork. But some day's, when she was alone, she still thought about him. Wondered if he was okay. If he still thought about her the way she did him.

She hated that she cared so much. Cared about everything with her heart, not her head. It was cruel when she felt that way about the man who had left her high and dry. Life was fucking cruel.

But that was just how things went. Win some, lose some.

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[boolger]

Never getting rid of me - John Price x reader

Hi sinners, so here are some dark!john price x reader thoughts that got out of hand. Yes, inspired by the song ‘never getting rid of me’, both the musical version but also the more creepy version by Egg on Spotify.

Dead dove don’t eat. Read the tags. Mdni. 18+. Tw creepy ass Price, stalking, kidnapping, non-con and dub-con, forced marriage, forced gender role/stereotypes, non-con punishments, loss of virginity, daddy kink, squirting, just….dont read if you’re looking for a sweet fic w John price. There will also be feet kink and scent kink.

Reader is chubby and described as having a pussy and perceived to be a woman by Price. Whether or not the reader actually is this, is up to you, really. besides that, i did my best to keep the description of reader vague. I apologize for any grammatical errors. English is not my first language and i am ttired

Something something dark! Price who sees you randomly at a coffee shop where you serve him awful tea - but it’s okay, pet, because you are the most beautiful and innocent thing Price has ever seen.

Dark!Price who knows it’s best to be sweet at first as to not scare you away - he can’t lose you this early, you’re perfect for his retirement after all, even though that’s far into the future. So despite the bloody awful tea, Price does his best to be a regular at the shop.

He even walks you home afterwards, you just don’t know it. He doesn’t consider it stalking — no no, he is just making sure you come home safe after your shift! Never know what kind of men are out there after all, besides himself of course.

While you’re at work, he breaks into your house early, going through everything throughout a couple of days. After an hour or two (sometimes three if he is feeling cheeky) he leaves, going to the shop to see you. He has time off before the next mission, what else is he supposed to do?

And is that a diary? Oh my, how convenient for Price, he needs to know his sweetheart's thoughts after all. And boy, does he learn a lot of fun things in that little book of yours

He becomes obsessed with very specific things in the following days — the way you write the letter J and P. The way you organize the fridge, the way your socks and underwear smells - so sweet, so perfect. All you. He liked how you read a lot of romance, how you always drank dr. Pepper every Friday evening. 

Okay, so you might prefer coffee, but don’t worry, Price knows he can fix that! You just need to taste actual tea, good tea, not the dog piss he drinks at the coffee shop almost every day by now.

He pulls a few strings and gets access to all of your electronics and oh isn’t it fun to see what you do on your phone every day, what music he needs to get on CD, because a silly lass like you can’t be trusted to have a phone when you get together in the future, can you? Not at first at least, maybe you can earn back the right with time.

Dark!Price loves seeing what kind of porn you watch. Loves seeing what your search words are, whether it’s kinky or not.

Especially after reading in your diary that you are a virgin! It has him frothing at his mouth, the urge to take you instantly, overwhelmingly strong when he sees the words for the first time.

Of course he always makes sure to put everything back in the exact same spot and way as he found it. Can’t have you stop writing in your sweet diary, it’s his favorite book already!

The first mission he goes on is awful. Sure everything goes smoothly and even though he has installed hidden cameras all over your apartment, it isn’t the same as being there.

Dark!Price who proudly shows you off to his team - the boys need to see who their captain is in love with after all. And he trusts his men, knows that they’re just as fucked up as him — they coo at the sight of you, of the few photos he has dared to take of you while you slept. Not his fault that you live in an apartment that is embarrassingly easy to break into, is it, pet? 

Dark!Price who feels so proud as his men drool over your soft curves, talking about your tits and ass and when Price mentions that you’re untouched, he is pretty sure Soap and Gaz almost come in their pants. Possibly Simon too, Price knows him, but he pretends he isn't as affected by the words - As if Price can’t see the man’s erection in his pants.

He gets everything ready, his little house in the middle of nowhere gets fixed up. He always imagined he would move into the house much later, when he actually retired but he can’t wait that long to have you. He loves the idea of having his missus all ready for him whenever he returns from work. All his. He would never let you go, you would always be his. He would take care of you forever - he already imagined bringing you to his mom, bless her. Old and sick, but you would charm her, he is sure.

Price who asks you out after two months of coming regularly to the coffee shop, putting on his best charming smile - and of course you, his future bride, says yes! All shyly, barely able to look him in the eyes, but there is a jump to your step afterwards and you’re grinning like you won the lottery.

Price, who is the perfect gentleman at the date, he takes you out somewhere nice, pays for everything despite your protests, soaks in all of your attention, who loves every second he spends with you. He is ready to declare his love for you at the end of the night but he knows it’s too early. He doesn’t try to kiss you, doesn’t even imply he wants to get in your knickers, despite his strong urge to do so. No, no need to scare you away.

so imagine Dark! Price’s reaction to seeing your diary entry the day afterwards - you describe him as too sweet, unsure if you’re ready for a relationship - almost upsets him, until the last line. He would probably be a nice person to lose my virginity to. That’s as good as a love confession to him! A bloody proposal almost and despite not having planned to move things along this quickly, well he has to, doesn’t he?

It’s embarrassingly easy to kidnap you together Gaz. He just happens to drive by you on your way home after a long shift, and saying “want a lift, sweetheart?” is all it takes.

Gaz who was hidden in the backseat and the moment the doors closes and locks, he sits up and uses one of those fancy syringes to stab you. Don’t make a fuss, don’t be silly, birdie, it’s all good! Just take a nap, eh? 

Nikolai and the rest of the team are almost finished packing up your things - they’ve been at it all day after all, dark!Price has personally packed the most important parts of your home, like that nice diary of yours, sextoys and underwear and all those nice photo albums you have. Nothing is getting left behind! You need to feel at home at his house after all. The boys almost deserve to have their fun with you at some point in the future.

He is there when you wake up, smiling happily at you, as you groggily take in the basement you’re currently in; See how some of your furniture is down there, the nice green color he painted the walls, how it’s your own lampshade hanging from the ceiling. He lets you take in the wedding dress hanging proudly in front of the wardrobe, the little bathroom not too far from you - the cameras that hang everywhere, not even attempting to be discreet. He has to make sure you’re behaving after all.

Dark!Price who gets incredibly turned on when you realize you’re wearing a metal collar and chained to the wall - the way your eyes widens and how confusion visibly changes into fear. Like a little prey releasing they’re in a trap - and unable to get out.

he is extremely proud over how he doesn’t take you right then and there, despite how much he wants too.

Oh how adorable your attempts at attacking him are! Even though you’re still groggy from those nasty sedatives, you hit his chest and try to claw at him. Screaming and crying, throwing a proper tantrum! He can’t help but laugh as you threaten him. “sure you’ll go to the police, pet” he agrees while he easily catches your fist that was aiming for his nose, “but no I’m not letting you go.”

you scream bloody murder, as if he has done you anything. Ridiculous. But Price patiently (and easily) fights you off all day. Teasing back, pointing out that it’s not that bad down here, trying to explain that the two of you are going to be together forever.

Price who lets you run out of energy that first day, until you’re a sobbing mess - gathering you into his arms, promising you that he is never gonna leave you, that you’re never getting rid of him. Not like all those other people in your life, no don’t worry, princess! Price will be your daddy, he will make sure you have everything you need! You’re not even going to work at that lousy job anymore, pet, don’t worry, he already quit it for you. 

Dark! Price, who is all sweet and gentle as he comforts you, kissing your forehead and temple, muttering about how silly you are - that he understands that you might feel a little overwhelmed - but look at how pretty your wedding dress is, sweetheart! All in the different sizes as well, don’t worry, he has taken your measurements and bra sizes and everything, his missus doesn't have to worry about anything. He saw your Pinterest boards, Gaz and Soap showed him how the website works, and saw all the different dresses you had dreamt of. Isn’t this perfect? Just for you!!

Dark! Price who doesn’t outright admit to having read your diary, breaking in or stalking you, despite all those accusations of yours… no no, he didn’t he just … got ready for the two of you to be together - but of course he knows so much about you sweetheart, he has seen the daddy kink porn you watch regularly, yeah he knows you’re a virgin. No no, he won’t rape you, what’s that all about? No, you’re saving your virginity to marriage, you’re a good girl - the two of you can wait another week, that’s nothing.

and after everything, how nice he has been and how he has sat everything up in the basement you’re still angry with him? Don’t be absurd, sweetheart, you would come around soon - you were going to be his missus after all, what kind of wife would you be if you didn’t want to talk to him?

Something something, he ends up pushing you to the floor, holding your hands down as he takes his time to properly smell you. Your pussy, over your clothes, don’t worry - your armpits. Grabs your ankle and sniffs your foot too. Sweet all over!

dark! Price who loses control of his anger when you throw the entire tray of breakfast that he made for you, at him. The tea is not too hot because of the milk, but still. You made a mess and that isn’t nice. He takes you over his knee for that, slapping your arse and upper thighs sore, leaves you an absolute mess. He apologizes afterwards of course, not really because he feels bad about it, but because you made him do that. He has to make sure you understand that there are consequences for your actions! 

Dark!Price who keeps you downstairs in that little basement of his, while you get your worst fits over with. He expected these, you’re a strong woman after all, you just need to understand that the two of you are meant for each other. Next week the boys will swing by and they’ll be witnesses as the two of you get married - isn’t that grand?

No, the shop won’t be looking for you, bird, don’t worry about that! You already quit immediately - had to move home for a family emergency, but you were very sorry about it. You already terminated your apartment lease too, moved out already! Pesky family emergency again, innit? No no don’t cry pet, Price knows you don’t have any family you’re close with, it’s okay. Nobody is hurt! All is good! You’re just being silly, you don’t know how good all of this will be for you. How you will be a perfect missus!

He will threaten and hurt you all week, but not touch that sweet pussy of yours - grope you? Sure, but nothing more than that. You’re not married yet after all. 

Price who sweetly explains that he knows you love him, even if you can’t say it out loud yet! That’s alright, sweet pet, you will be able to soon!

Dark! Price who happily makes it clear to you that making any kind of fuss at the town hall and they will kill everyone. You won’t have to wear the beautiful dress at the town hall, no, Price got you something much more simple, they don’t deserve to see you at your most beautiful - it will be quick anyways, don’t worry sweetheart. Just sign the papers. No fuss, remember? No protest - look, all the boys dressed up nicely in suits - and look! They’re all armed as well. Would be a bloody shame if you were guilty of getting so many people killed, wouldn’t it?

dark! Price who kisses you for the first time after you sign the papers, who almost wants to lick off the tears rolling down your cheeks as the workers of the town hall coos, thinking you’re crying from happiness. And you are, but you’re also a little overwhelmed, aren’t you, pet? Better get you home again.

dark!price who dresses you up at home, forcing you to swirl in your dress in front of his men, Nikolai and Laswell. All of them ignore your attempts at asking for help and you’re a quick learner - you figure out that they’re not going to help you after a few attempts. You’re his girl, his sweet missus, and you’re handcuffed as you sit on his lap during their dinner at home, being fed all the nicely made dinner from a fancy restaurant. You don’t even throw a fuss as you eat all together, so you’re rewarded with some champagne and wine. Good tasting, aren’t they?

Dark!Price who grins as he sends his guests on their merry way, while you begin to cry again, begging to not be left alone with him - aw, you’re so sweet when you’re getting nervous. Is the wine getting to your head?

Dark! Price who throws you over his shoulder then, not bringing you down to the basement but instead into your new shared bedroom. Laying you down on the bed, taking in the sight of you like this. In your wedding dress, surrounded by rose petals, painted all warm colors by the sunset. Cooing at you as you hiccup and cry and hide your face behind your hands, saying you don’t want to. Don’t worry, he will be nice! All gentle for you, pet, it will feel good!

Dark!Price who cuffs you to the bed, pushing up that nice dress of yours to expose your bottom half. Looking at the pretty lace he forced you into earlier, praising you for how beautiful you look! He kisses your thighs, keeping your legs open with his strong hands, taking his time. Finally the two of you are married. You’re going to be his in every way now! With a ring on your finger, a new name — losing your innocence to your husband.

Dark! Price who eats you, Mrs. Price, out all lovingly, enjoying the sounds that escape you against your will. Loving your taste, loving the way your legs shake, the way you cry as he ducks on your clit. He makes you come on his tongue and then fingers, and you’re perfect! Squirting for him! He is lapping up the sweetness that pours from you! See, he will make it feel good for you. He even frees your hands. 

Dark! Price who shushes your cries as he pushes his fat cock into your hole, ruining your sweet pussy for everybody else; he can feel how wet you are for him, croons at how good your cunt feels. How daddy will take care of you, just breathe. Yeah, just like that, c’mon princess, look down to see how the two of you are connected! He pushes in the last couple of inches the moment you look down, taking in your cry with pride, drowning in pleasure and ownership.

You’re so wet and warm around his big cock, he couldn’t help himself, lass! His perfect wife with a perfect cunt, feels so good - he is going to fill you up, don’t worry, but not until he has made you come again and again.

dark!Price who whispers “i know I know, pet,” as you whimper over how it feels weird, how it hurts because his cock is so big. Who drinks in the sight of you as he licks two fingers before slipping them in between the two of you, gently rubbing at your clit and oh, that feels nice, doesn’t it?

Dark! Price who finally begins to fuck you then - no, he isn’t fucking you, he is making love to you. The first round is all sweet and gentle, he is claiming you, taking his time. Covering you in kisses as he rolls his hips, touching all those soft places of yours. He wants to run his tongue over those stretch marks, wants to fuck his cock in between those two breasts of yours. But for now he fucks you as you deserve, enjoying your little moans and whines that grows stronger and louder, the way your body shakes and the way you grab onto his shoulder and back. How those sweet nails of yours digs into his skin.

Dark! Price who makes you come twice, cooing in your ear about how you wanted it after all, how you’re his wife forever now - before he comes himself, hot cum shooting deep inside of you.

The second round isn’t as gentle in any way - it’s after twenty minutes of holding and kissing you, cuddling you and declaring his love, that he takes you again. He fucks you, properly. He makes the bed rock as he fucks into you, making you scream and trash, before surprising the both of you by squirting again. 

Dark! Price who almost fucks you the entire night - yeah, he might have taken some viagra, but he honestly wouldn’t even have needed it, because you naked in front of him is enough. Wedding dress ripped to shreds, cum all over it and over you. You’re fucked from behind, then in a mating press. You pass out during the last round, much to his amusement! Sweet missus, all tired, eh? That’s okay, the two of you got the rest of your lives together - forever and ever, because you’re never getting rid of Price. Never.

[godfistgonnalive]

ultrakill dashboard simulator 2

🐉 grounded Follow

this grey bitch has no idea whats coming lol

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♦️ flesh-n-teeth Follow

Contrary to popular belief, I actually do not bite people.

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🍵 benign-rodent Follow

Can we talk about how incredibly problematic the Lust Renaissance was? I personally believe the Council had every right to send Gabriel to strike Minos down. It's appalling to think people come on this website and say that Minos was in the right. Do some research.

🌷 strayandferal Follow

are we seriously having this discussion in this day and age? not only is this just an evil thing to say, but saying "do some research" afterwards is just blatantly ignorant.

🍵 benign-rodent Follow

As you can see here, here, and here, these are some proof that the Lust Renaissance was actually super problematic for both Hell and Heaven. To have the gall to call me ignorant when you probably only know very little about this topic is embarrassing.

🌷 strayandferal Follow

those are all obviously extremely biased articles. i wasn't damned to hell yesterday. there's no sources on them, either. come back to me when you have actual proof.

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💣 skullonmysleeve Follow

CAN THAT FUCKING SENTRY OVER THERE KNOCK IT OFF

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🔥 throughthefireandflames Follow

warning to all limbo-goers: watch out if you go any higher than the first part of the layer. i wandered into this air shaft (was curious if i could clean anything up there) and it's extremely dark. i feel like something is watching me

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🔥 throughthefireandflames Follow

what. was that

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🟥 teeth-n-flesh Follow

i bite people

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💫 gabriel-judgeofhell Follow

Please do not contact me to strike down sinners you dislike.

🔘 meowrice-deactivated22340521

isnt that what you do for the council tho lol

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🩸 bloodpowered Follow

fuck v2 😞😞😞 #allmachinesarethesame no one talk to me 💔💔💔 #deactivating #abandoned 😢😢😢😢😢😢

🛒get-whiplashed Follow

i go fishing without you one time and this is what happens

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🌵 sandfan59 Follow

today i saw some biogenic sand!!! i think is super cool how its all tiny sea creature skeletons... i collected some in my container to bring home and examine im so excited to get a better look at them

🪨 rockenthusiast234 Follow

if you come to my part of greed i can share my sand i have and you can share any rocks you find

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hell yes. can we make out

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⚰️ gutterthem Follow

i just crashed my fucking tram listening to HELL'S GREATEST COUNTRY HITS VOL. 35 on the cd player and when i got off all the guttertanks and mannequins were laughing at me

#is it over for me

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[faolonfiendrender]

I'll tag @resident-nickname-collector and @shy-sapphic-ace, no pressure

Top 10 Artists Poll

Rule: find your top 10 artists (long term) here, (based on your spotify) make a poll, and have folks vote for their favorite.

Thanks for tagging me, @lady-of-imladris!! <3 I think it'll be obvious who I picked on your poll based on my #1 artist lol

No pressure tagging: @sweetshire @practically-an-x-man @negative-speedforce @hippodameia @sotwk

[nmakii]

SWAY WITH ME…

— a date with alastor didn’t go as he had planned… but, it wasn’t that bad after all…

hi!!! i saw this idea from @callmechito and, i didnt make the idea exactly the way specified. but, i really wanted to try :)!! it is late at night though, so i did not make it as long as i wanted it to be (sorry if it’s rushed!!)

acid rain. perhaps it would’ve been wiser to check the 666 news weather report before scheduling your date…

you stood by the window of your hotel room, wearing what you’d call your sunday’s bests. thousands of sinners’ skins burning on impact from the acidic rain pouring outside.

knock!

“s/o, are you decent? may i come in?” a static voice came from the other side of the door. “uuh, yeah! come in” you called back to him as he gently opened the door.

and on the other side of the door, you saw a different side of alastor that had never been seen before; a smitten yet small smile drawn on his face, wearing a red coat, as per usual (though this time, his coat is not tattered), and his big doe eyes shyly looking at the outfit you’d chosen for your proposed date.

alastor let out a quiet sigh, an overwhelming feeling filling his chest, making it hard to breath. “my dear! well, aren’t you stunning? i might just drop dead right now, haha!” alastor laughed, a laugh track joining along. “haha… it’s a shame that we have to cancel our date…” you smiled bittersweetly, quite honestly looking forward to the date. it must have been a millennia since your last date, not to mention how it is with alastor, hell’s most eligible bachelors if i do say so myself…

“well, who said we had to cancel our date?” he tilted his head. “i’d think the rain outside would speak for itself…” you muttered out. “we could just have our date here at the hotel! we could simply move the date to my hotel room, would you like that?” his fingers tapped against his staff.

“su-“”brilliant! let’s make haste now!” he smiled gleefully, taking his hand in yours and shadow teleporting you to his hotel room— the warm red tones of the hotel harshly contrasting with the cool blue and green tones of the forest on the other side.

alastor took your fingers in his hand and gently guided you to a table with two seats. he pulled one out and helped you into the chair. “just sit tight now, darling. i’ll have niffty whip something up for us.” he smiled before leaving the room.

minutes later, alastor came back— two delectable dishes in hand. he placed one in front of you before sitting down himself and digging in.

the two of you had spent your dinner getting to know each other better (more like just him getting to know you better…), talking about whatever came to mind.

not for one second had you ever doubted alastor tonight. everything coming from his beautifully thin lips had sounded as genuine as ever.

after dinner had ended, you wiped your mouth with the napkin on your lap. “alastor, i had a really good time…” you grinned awkwardly, blood rushing to your face. “i think i must go now, i have a busy day tomorrow…” you frowned slightly before standing up to leave.

“nonsense! come, dance with me for a while, would you?” he teasingly pleaded, placing a hand on your shoulder. you hesitated for a while, considering the consequences of staying up an extra few minutes. “ahh… i guess it couldn’t hurt..” you smiled as alastor walked to his vinyl record played, placing the needle onto the grooves of the CD.

as alastor placed a hand on your shoulder and hip, sway by michael bublé began playing. you copied his actions, placing your own hands on his hip and shoulder as the two of you began dancing to the soft music, alastor’s soft voice singing along to the tune.

you soaked in the soft sight of the scary radio demon, as docile as a doe. you rested the side of your head against alastor’s chest, feeling every vibration as he sang. alastor sighed softly, all of this simply being too much for him to act calmly.

all of these emotions were too much, alastor needed a way to release them… he took his hand off of your shoulder before gently gripping your chin. he leaned down a bit before kissing you.

his lips smiled into the kiss, the hand on your hip snaking up to cup your cheek.

the kiss lasted quite long before he finally pulled away, a proud yet mischievous grin decorating his handsome face.

alastor leaned down, his mouth hovering over your ear. “would you like to know something, gorgeous?” he whispered, the hand on your chin resting once more on your shoulder. “i’d say i’m the luckiest man in hell right now, on a date with a treasure like you. i might just die, again!” he laughed. though, despite his joke— when he had said that, the radio filter on his voice was gone, letting you hear his true voice.

you looked up to meet his careful gaze as you grinned lovingly “i had a marvelous time with you… you make me happy that… im in hell.” you laughed.

as the song stopped, alastor paused, thinking to himself quietly. he dropped your hand before cupping your back. “you said you must leave, didn’t you? i wouldn’t want to be the reason you’re groggy in the morning!” he smiled, walking you over to your hotel room, just a few ways down.

“i did have an amazing night with you, my dear. i hope we could do this again, perhaps again during an acid rain shower?” he teased while laughing. a calm composure remaining on his face.

and despite that poker face, he was in the best terms; burning on the inside out. his longing for you filling all of his senses. he must stay gentlemanly though… so, for now, he’ll cherish the beautiful date he had with you tonight.

[doctor-yaoi-phd]

Confessions of a Rotten Girl MV References to Fujoshi and Yaoi Culture

0:13 In the background of Miku’s room we can see dakimakuras hung on the wall, as well as a poster of a bara esque character wearing a face mask. Dakimakuras, or body pillows, are a common piece of anime merchandise.

0:17 All of Miku’s speech bubbles within the video are stylized like manga bubbles, even using the same font (wildwords). Also, the object she’s holding behind her is a yaoi paddle, a long pine wood paddle that were sold in the mid to late 2000s as decorative props, but were also used by some convention goers to spank others as a prank. While they typically read ‘Yaoi’, ‘Seme’, ‘Uke’, or other similar terms, hers reads ‘sinner’.

0:24 We get a better look at the manga she’s buying in this scene. The illustration is of a man getting his pec grabbed, with “Knockers” written up at the top. The text on the front reads “The best ever.”, and is subtitled “Time to see some old man hole”. The character seems to be one of Hokawazu’s, an NSFW artist who appears to have drawn this image, or at least been referenced by it. Additionally, the cover advertises a free CD that comes with the manga. BL CDs are a form of media in the yaoi genre in which the story is constrained to an audible form. Audio dramas that can be either explicit or safe for work in their content.

0:34 The cream on their faces is a reference to the trope of frosting/cream being used as pseudo-semen to imply a sensual undertone to images that may otherwise be SFW (I believe, the aprons might also be a reference, but I’m not sure as to what). Also, Yuuma and Len are the only two of the five without frosting on their faces - they’re also the only two who aren’t sexualized throughout the MV, presumably because they’re Miku’s classmates and therefore high schoolers and most likely underage.

0:36 Lemon slices float upwards, referring to the Citrus Scale, an older metric of labeling explicit fan works. ‘Lemon’ in this context indicates that the work is erotic or explicit in nature.

0:40 Example of classic seme/uke dynamic. Note Kiyoteru’s smaller and less muscled frame, as well as his more pointed jaw as compared to Gakupo’s square chin. Gakupo’s lanyard reads ‘Soft Seme’, and the camera effects imply Miku is recording all of this. Additionally, the lyrics and the outfits the characters are wearing imply that they are students and faculty members at Miku’s school, which means she’s shipping real people, as Fujoshi’s are often criticized for doing.

0:43 This whole image is a Given reference.

0:44 The lyric “Just watch! Look beyond the smoke and mirrors” refers to shipping culture, and how some fans with theorize that their pairing would be canon if not for an outside acting force such as management, producers, writers, etc. The most popular example I can name in reference to this is the Johnlocke conspiracy.

0:47 Luka is scribbled out and labeled ‘Delusional’ by Miku, in reference to how female characters and actors tend to be treated poorly by some fans for ‘getting in the way’ of slash ships.

0:51-0:57 Kaito, Kiyoteru, and Gakupo are bound in bondage ropes, except for Gakupo, who is bound with jump ropes because he’s the gym teacher.

1:03 Miku is holding a Death Note, except it’s not a Death Note, it’s a ‘Yaoi Note’. May be a reference to Lawlight, a popular Death Note ship.

1:06 “The lord sayeth “halt thy child, don’t give into sin”” is a reference to how some Fujoshis have referred to yaoi as ‘sin’ in the past, and the act of engaging with it as ‘sinning’.

1:15 Omegaverse referenced on the chalkboard next to bananas and donuts; bananas referring to penises, donuts referring to assholes. Anal sex.

1:27 Rotten tomatoes, as are thrown in disapproval at a poor performance. At first I thought this was a Hetalia reference, but figured that might be a bit too deep of a cut. They’re also used in reference to the ‘rotten’ in ‘rotten girl’ (“rotten girl” is a translation of the word “Fujoshi”), rotten tomatoes for a rotten girl.

1:38 This whole segment is a Danganronpa references, a fandom with many popular slash ships.

1:43 Top left and right of the chalkboard are Ao3 symbols, specifically the ones for Explicit, M/M, Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, and Completed Work.

2:00 Most of this is obscure to me, but if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say the fruit is referencing forbidden fruit (as brought up earlier in the song), the ping pong paddles yaoi paddles, and the tarts the desserts the boys were holding earlier.

2:10 MikuMikuBeam in the bottom right corner. Not yaoi, but a cute reference to another of Sawtowne’s works.

2:13 She’s using some website on the computers in the back, but the pixelation makes it hard to tell which. I’d guess maybe a manga reading website? But none I’m familiar with.

2:21 Refers to a trend on TikTok where the speed at which the circles are moving implies the speed at which the corresponding character is having sex (top or bottom).

2:25 Another reference to the Citrus Scale.

2:33 Penis in the reflection of her glasses.

2:52 And finally, slowburn is a fanfiction trope.

I probably missed a few, but these were the ones I was familiar enough with to speak on! Please stream Confessions of a Rotten Girl by Sawtowne :)

[agent-gladhand]

SHOP UPDATE 2/14, STICKER CLUB, PREORDER STATUSES, AND GIVEAWAY WINNERS!

Everything but the sinner charms and stamps are all preorders! Speaking of, here's some photos of those!

Sticker Club 02/2025!

Seasonal Sticker Club returns with a cozy winter theme! Those interested will be able to join on the 14th til the end of the month!

Status on pending preorders!

Submas Ekiben Charms - Delivered to me! Will be shipping out orders awaiting them this week!

Liquid Soda Charms - Still pending delivery due to weather temperatures!

Giveaway winners!

Here are the winners for the giveaway! Please contact me through DMs to redeem your goods!

Submas Enamel Pin - @a-silent-observer (Tumblr)

Submas CD Charm - @mossbed-roots (Tumblr)

Free Shop Item $15 or Less - @/TransMoira (Twitter) and @/ingoboningo (Twitter)

Free Doodle - @Peachy-Reblogs-Junk (Tumblr) and @opossumonashelf (Tumblr)

Thank you to everyone who participated! Forever thankful for your interest and support in my antics!

That should be all for this update! May you stay warm and bundled in the cold days ahead and see you next week!

[liquid-bonhomme]

i think ants ok actually but wanting cd to review his fav anime is more proof yall don't actually think she's a pedo no matter how much you hyper analyze her content for "proof" 🤣

Wow @agramuglia

This one random lily fan that's been melting down in my anons likes you.

See what did I say? We stan Sinner Ant in this household lol.

[whitenoisefanfiction]

Interview with a Preacher Boy (An IWTV/Sinners crossover fic)

Got a brainworm after seeing Sinners in theatre the other day and then worked on a new chapter of my current IWTV Fic and it wouldn't leave me alone. So, I quickly wrote down the start of it because I could. Enjoy.

Warning. This is set after the mid-credit scene so possible spoilers. Proceed at your own risk.

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Chicago, 1996

Night had long since set as Daniel Molloy drove his car down the street and towards the old building. 

He had been in Chicago for the last few days, conducting a few interviews and generally trying to ignore the divorce papers Alice had served on him before he left New York last. 

Alice was leaving and taking the girls with her. 

Daniel knew he should be depressed, irate or even suicidal. And yet, all he could feel was relief. 

It was disturbing, the feeling and one Daniel didn’t want to face just yet. Why, in the face of losing everything he had worked for, did he feel so happy? Like he was being set free?

So, when his agent had called, asking if he wanted to go to Chicago for a few assignments, Daniel had jumped at the chance. 

Alice would leave, whether he was home or not and if he was there, there were more chances for them to fall into fights. Daniel didn’t want his daughters to remember the last days their family was whole being nothing but fights. They were still so young, still willing to see the good in their father, even if he didn’t believe it was there himself. 

Besides, he was a Pulitzer winner. Which meant he could go just about anywhere he wanted. And he had wanted a quick out. 

Chicago, so far, had been quiet. A few interviews with a few prominent politicians, a few sports stars. Nothing special but enough to keep his mind busy. 

He had been ready to pack up and leave, his hotel bill settled, and flight booked, when he had received a call. 

A famous Blues singer had announced he was ready to give his final interview, and he had called, asking Daniel to be the one to do it. 

Daniel didn’t know much about Sammie Moore but an extra night away from home was enough of a draw for him to dive into research. 

As far as he could tell from his not really thorough searching, this Sammie Moore was a very prominent figure in the music scene, famous for his soulful voice and mastery of lyrics. One of his songs, called ‘I lied to You’ had put him on the map and Daniel had managed to secure a CD of his music, playing it on repeat as he drafted his questions and primed his tape recorder. 

Technology was advancing fast, but Daniel was still a fan of the old, reliable technology. It had gotten him through many difficult situations, recording his talks with doctors and the dying, Dictators and cult leaders, good and bad people. He tried not to think of one specific interview, where his tapes and recorder had not survived. That thought would only make him edgy, feeling like eyes were on him and make his neck tense, the scar tissue burning with phantom pain. 

So, at the designated time, Daniel packed a small satchel of his things, placed them in his rental car and drove through the bustling streets of Chicago to a club called Pearline. 

The place was buzzing, people lining out the door as Daniel parked and exited his vehicle. Music washed out into the streets, the patrons waiting to get in, swaying with the beat and spelling excitedly. 

Walking into the sidewalk, Daniel hesitated briefly. He didn’t know if he should join the queue and hope to be let in unchallenged or approach the doorman, cutting in line and possibly upsetting the crowd. Despite being invited here, he had learnt that some artists got very upset if he didn’t at least pretend to be a fan. 

His musing was cut short as a voice called behind him. 

“Daniel Molloy?” It asked. 

Daniel turned and saw a heavy-set man, the black t-shirt stamped with the word ‘Security’ across his chest. 

“Yes.” He replied.

“Nice to meet ya. Sammie said you was coming tonight and to look out for ya.” The man said, thrusting his hand out to shake.  

Daniel shook the man's hand. 

“Come on in. The sets almost over but you can watch the rest of it before you talk with him.” The man continued. 

Releasing his hand, the security guard turned and pushed through the crowd and towards the door. The door man nodded and stood aside, ushering him in as Daniel followed in his wake, trying to ignore the envious eyes on his back. 

Inside, the club was homely, lit with soft yellow lights. A stage was at one end, a bar at the other. 

A crowd of people swayed and danced on what Daniel could only guess was the dance floor as on the stage, an elderly African American man played guitar with considerable skill.

Daniel glanced at the musician. This must be Sammie Moore. 

The man looked good for someone pushing 80 but in the soft light, Daniel could see four jagged scars on the side of his face. They looked old. And nasty. It must have been a hell of an injury. 

Daniel had not read anything about these injuries during his hurried research of the musician, but he was man enough to admit, he may have missed something. Oh well, Sammie had asked he be here, not the other way around. Hopefully the older man would be willing to open up about them when asked or this interview was going to be very awkward. 

“Here.” The security guard said, indicating an empty seat at the bar.

Daniel sat as bidden as the security guard flagged down a bartender.

“This is Sammie’s guest. The boss said to give him whatever he asks for. On the house.”

Daniel’s eyebrows shot up at that. 

“Generous of him.” He commented.

The guard turned to glance at him.

“Boss is a fan of your work. He’s been hoping to get an interview with you for a while now, I think.” The guard replied. “Anyway, I gotta go. He will be with you soon.”

Daniel couldn’t think of anything else to say as the big man turned his back and disappeared into the crowd again, going off to do whatever the hell he was employed to do. 

“What will you have?” the bartender asked, raising his voice to speak over the music.

“A martini.” Daniel replied absentmindedly as the song ended, and loud applause filled the room. 

The bartender nodded and stepped away. On stage, Sammie announced he was about to play his last song. The crowd groaned in disappointment, but it soon turned to cheering as the man strummed the guitar. 

Daniel didn’t know many songs but even he recognised ‘This Little Light of Mine’.

The reporter couldn't help but stare as the music filled the room once again. The man’s voice was truly impressive. Daniel had interviewed a few rock stars in his time, but no one had ever had a voice close to this one. 

Finally, as the last notes played and the musician stepped off the stage and disappeared out the back, Daniel pulled his attention back to his work. Opening his bag, he pulled out his tape recorder and notebook, trying to make space for them on the bar counter. Opening the book to a blank page, he jotted down the time, date and place. Although he would record the conversation, it still paid to write notes. 

The bartender appeared again, placing a martini down on the bar, careful of Daniel’s property. Then he placed a plate down next to it. Daniel looked up from his writing and frowned at the scent of hot garlic bread filling his nose. 

“I didn’t order this.” He said as the bartender placed down some napkins beside the plate. 

“On the house. Boss’s compliments.” The bartender replied before bustling off, leaving Daniel no room to argue. 

Daniel glanced at the plate for a moment. This whole night was turning stranger and stranger by the moment. After a few seconds, he shrugged to himself and picked up a piece of bread. He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and a free meal was a free meal after all. 

Around him, the crowd was dispersing, some of them choosing to remain and continue drinking but a vast majority making their way to the exit, humming or even singing as they went. The atmosphere of the crowd was light, joyful. 

Daniel continued to work, writing a few more details down as he worked his way through the garlic bread and martini. 

Finally, the room was almost empty, the bartender quietly cleaning away some of his tools as the last stranglers left. 

Footsteps approached and Daniel glanced up from his book as the subject of this interview finally approached. 

“Sammie Moore, I presume?” He asked, rising from the bar seat, holding out his hand in greeting. 

Sammie glanced down at the bar, ignoring the offered hand and for a moment, Daniel swore, his dark eyes were fixated on the almost completely devoured plate of garlic bread. Then he looked up and smiled. 

“Daniel Molloy.” He replied in a warm voice, reaching up and accepting the handshake. “I am a fan of your writing,”

Daniel knew he shouldn’t poke the bear. He had been invited here after all. But still….

“A fan of geo-political scandals? Since that’s mostly what I cover these days.”

Sammie laughed. It was a warm, amused laugh. 

“My lord no.” He replied. “That is far too depressing for me.”

Daniel frowned. He felt on the backfoot here. Unsure why he had been invited. 

“I think I should warn you; I don’t write puff pieces. I write what I hear and it's not always flattering so if you are looking for something fluffy, some legacy piece, you may want to reconsider this interview.”

Sammie laughed again. 

“Please sit.” He said, indicating the vacated seat. 

Daniel did. Well, he had warned him, and the man seemed keen to continue. Hopefully that won't change. He sat down and pressed a button on his tape recorder. 

“So…” He said, flipping through the book until he landed on the pages of questions he had prepared. “Tell me about how you got into Blues.”

Sammie smiled and pulled out the seat next to him, sitting down.

“Mr. Molloy, can I call you Daniel?” He asked. 

Daniel nodded. He knew when people tried to take control of the interview. Knew when people tried to deflect and avoid. He was good at working with unreceptive people. He could allow this man to control the interview for the first few minutes. Let him feel comfortable before he got into the meat of the story. 

“Daniel. I feel I must tell you; I am not looking for a ‘puff piece’ as you put it. Rather, I wanted to talk to you because I think you are one of the few people alive who can understand my story. Since I have reason to believe you have danced with the devil just as I have. After all, like me, you wear his mark.”

Daniel started, taken aback at the comment. Then he realised Sammie’s dark eyes were not fixed on his face like most people, but on his neck. Specifically, where the collar of his shirt failed to hide the bite scar. 

Sammie knew what it was. 

Daniel stared at the man for a long moment, his eyes drawn to the scars on the man's face. Belatedly, he realised that the spacing between cuts was odd. Jagged in a way that a blade could not make and yet, Daniel could not think of any animal which could leave a mark like that. The spacing was wide, almost…. human.

A thought crossed his mind. A memory of strong, human-like hands with razor sharp nails. Strong enough to tear through flesh and muscle. As strong as teeth….

Daniel tore his eyes away from the marks.

Sammie was no longer staring at the scar on his neck. Instead, he was looking at Daniel, black eyes meeting blue. 

“Yes Daniel. I think you now understand the story I wish to tell.”

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Welp, there you go. I know Sammie is probably completely OOC since I have only seen the movie once, but I thought it would be cool if Daniel interviewed him, so I had to write it. I do have more planned, but I needed to get this out before I exploded and finding the time in RL to write is hard.

[silverwarewolf]

CHEATING DETECTIVE SATORI SPOILERS AHEAD

GOD. FUCK. THIS CHAPTER. FUCK

yukari. i really and truly need to put you in the heavy cycle of the pear wiggler. where's that one quote about how "yakumo, in a way, means that she won't ever let the shrine maidens escape." man.

common satori W but also THAT REIMU. 10/10 reimu she's up there alongside silent sinner in blue reimu panels. you know the one that's been going around about anniversary gifts and knives. das raymoo baybee

as someone who recently had to fight satori's recollection spellcards AND reimu's many in imperishable night - yeah, mizuchi. i Get it girl.

also can we tal about how pretty her hair looks in that panel like, yeah, she's about to get her ass beat but the ponytail? 10/10

Avici has banger after banger in touhou project. Mentioned as a mathematical feat to calculate? Bell of Avici - Infinite Nightmare (both versions)? The WaHH thing? And now, this banger of a spellcard. Avici top ten tourist destinations in gensokyo 2025 source: mizuchi's absolute terror

BABE WAKE UP! HAKUREI GOHEI FINAL FORM CONFIRMED! REIMU IS ALMOST THERE

another thing i noticed is the hakurei shrine maiden's hairstyle. i remember seeing a post by @sannyo-appreciation-posts about this hairstyle having specific connections to the lore since in CDS both reimu and mizuchi very prominently have it, as well as being associated with yamajorou such as sannyo herself. and that is all i could think about when i saw that page

hey, hakurei miko. do you know that i love you. do you know

so. i have a lot of thoughts about these panels specifically and they are somewhat disorganized at the moment. first and foremost a big fuck you to yukari because while reimu continues to be excellent at her job, she does it her way. and it reminds me extensively of kasen's own little argument with yukari during WaHH about the purpose of humans, as well as that one moment in Symposium of Post-Mysticism where miko reads reimu's desire for peace. this is also relevant in light of UDoALG and WOoHS and zanmu's insights on reimu's character

THERE SHE IS. THE WONDERFUL SHRINE MAIDEN OF PARADISE WHO WILL NOT HESITATE. PREPARE TO BE FORTUNE TELLER'D

i mean. i could talk endlessly about how the build up of the entire manga until this moment, and how it contrasts with that ruthless side we see with the fortune teller. about the contrast between this moment and her fight at the end of WaHH. and even the plot we see around the omikuji

truly, no one does it like her. reimu hakurei, wonderful eternal shrine maiden of paradise.

(i mean, satori may rule the underground, but to quote zanmu: the one who rules gensokyo is none other than reimu - not the sages, not even those like suika or mamizou or the tengu)

[helluvapoison]

Crossover episode where witch!sinner!reader decides to contact one of the demons she used to work with as a human and asks for help

Stolas let's her borrow the book to learn to cross into the human world as long as she promises not to cause too much chaos

Reader just goes there and uses their old savings account to buy an abba vinyl and a player as well as a cheap projector, cd player and some CDs of movies and series to bring back to the hotel and have movie nights

Sorry I just wanted to dump this idea in your ask box cause I'm too scared to post it on my blog

ANON, I AM ON MY KNEES, COME FORTH AND CLAIM YOUR IDEA! (not technically a request so i'm taking a break to answer, i did tweak it a bit- hope that's ok!?) imagine with me you're a cosmic witch! you worked with stolas often when you were alive, providing him with the never ending changes astrologists made

"pluto's not a planet anymore- wait. wait no, it's still a planet... as of 2 minutes ago?"

"well did you tell them what i-?"

"stolas," you sigh, "how many times do i have to tell you. i can't contact nasa. it's not physically possible, the best i can do for you is change the wiki page. again."

stolas was happy to make your acquaintance again- albeit perturbed that you ended up in hell- and, as always, was at your service! you explained you needed him to bring your entire dvd collection and vinyl records to the hazbin hotel as soon as possible

"the what now?"

charlie is all aboard the movie night train you're conducting! which is good because it's mandatory. absolutely no one is escaping your dastardly plans

[toskarin]

Been watching Garden of Sinners and every time we see Tohsaka Rin in the "no cell phones" animation at the start we go "Is that famed Tumblr user Toskarin?!?!"

Anyways do you have thoughts on Garden of Sinners

oh I fucking adore it. Kara no Kyoukai has some adaptation issues here and there, but it's one of my favourite 2000s anime movie series in general

ufotable, as an animation studio, has its ups and downs. I think the sheer amount of stillness allowed in KnK, along with the tasteful use of CG to achieve cinematic camera effects, makes it a must-watch for anyone who cares about chuuni media. they're bloody gorgeous films and really represent the best of "often-clumsy, sometimes-pretentious, always-heartfelt chuunibyou spirit"

the "kajiura chime" I sneak into a lot of my music as an easter egg is actually a sample I first noticed her using while listening to the Kara no Kyoukai soundtrack. it's from a (very popular!) sample CD called Distorted Reality 2

when I include it, it's intended as an explicit reference to those movies lol