#sorry to all my followers for spamming today lol

[clovesnz]

Contains: talking, whining that might sound a lil nsfw, dramatic buildups, false starts, mentions and graphic sounds of mess, a smol cough.

Not as much sneezing as the prev one but I went out to the car for privacy and just let myself make a mess and…yeah. Ya gal is snotty. It was kind of a relief though, I’ve been half-stifling sneezes all day and trying to keep my nose from running so good to just let it all go

[rosedom]

HELLO AGAINNN Tis i, Lyne- No im not Lyney but ✨anon lol here to give you more ideas ✨

Fucking Cyno in the desert, in an eremite tent at a eremite camp you both had just cleared out a few minutes ago, just, literally fucking him and covering his mouth to muffle his sounds so it wont attract any other monsters. Him begging for you to go faster because he's so close to cumming <3 Sadly, that is all i have for today, have a good day and i love ya! -✨anon (Yes i have now claimed the title of ✨anon and theres nothing you could do abt it sorry <3)

"in an open match, 【 ✨ 】 has invited CYNO to play . . . it's fucking in-tents

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!cyno, PIV sex, covering his mouth, semi-public (no getting caught), praise, dirty talk, creaming & creampie, post-coitus puns .

A/N : this fic is an apology for the spam of my new masterlists ,, i am so so sorry ><

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

He's so hard.

Cyno's so fucking hard, and it's all for you.

He can't help but whine, loud and stark in the stilling desert. It's still now, cleared from eremites; but in the distance, you both know another camp awaits. Even closer, there's hilichurls.

You're tempted, too, to fuck him in a hilichurl's outpost—maybe even a watchtower, his body bared to the sky and the sands of the desert.

(You wouldn't, of course. You're far too possessive of that which is yours.

But it doesn't hurt to tease at the idea, is all.)

"Quiet, baby," you murmur, slowing down your thrusts 'til they drag at a tent tortoise's pace. His cunt squeezes around you in reply.

"We don't want some hilichurls to hear us, do you, Cy? " He shakes his head vehemently, leaning down to press his forehead into the soft—albeit rather sandy—blanket that the eremites had left behind.

This is their home, after all; the home—the camp—that strangers slept in only hours ago, now used to fuck the General Mahamatra in.

How ironic. You think, though, that the eremites wouldn't really mind. (Hopefully.)

"'m—" he cries, cut off by the nudge of your cockhead right against the overly sensitive bump of his g-spot, soft and spongy n' deep inside his pretty lil' cunt.

You coo in reply, pressed right into his blushing ear "What, sweet thing? You're doing so good for me." You wrap your hands around his middle, palms against his rippling abdomen and teasing at the happy trail that dips to his cock.

"I—I think 'm close," he mumbles, moans; grumbles, groans. Cyno arches so prettily beneath you, and you're quick to follow the curve of his back, pressing front to back to him as you are. Small lil' mewls spill out of him, each sound beautiful to your ears—yet so, too, could they be to a monster's.

So, with a gentle grind and a rather sudden halt in your thrusts, you slide the hand you had kept wrapped around his stomach—the one not resting above his mons, keeping him perfectly in place for you—up to his throat, past his jaw, right to his lips.

Cyno positively whines when your hand clasps—snug but not tight, not rough at all—across his mouth. He huffs hotly into your palm, but he's muffled, then, when he cries out again at the next thrust of your hips.

"Keep quiet for me," you groan—muted, of course, because you are not a hypocrite. The sound of your heavy breaths, of Cyno's quiet moans: they won't carry out into the desert, beyond the hanging fabric of the eremite's tent.

This time, he nods, all shaky n' weak. His cunt clenches tight around you, wet and slick and delicious on your cock. It is divine, even with sand itching at both of your legs.

You tell him such. "God, Cyno," you say, groaning low into his sensitive ear. "You feel perfect, all f'r me.

"I almost—" you pause, a satisfied moan of your own crawling from your chest. "I almost wish they stayed to watch. It'd give me a chance to show 'em how pretty you are, yeah? The fearsome General Mahamatra, whimpering and cumming all over my cock."

True to your word, he whimpers. You grin. "That's right, baby. They'd wanna join in, too—I wouldn't let them, of course. You're all mine, aren't'cha?"

"Mhm! Mhm!" His frantic nods almost dislodge your hand, forces you to hold his face a bit tighter. He moans, tonguing at the minute gap of your fingers.

"Easy, sweetheart, easy," you murmur, pulling him closer to you, pulling him closer to your cock. "Still close?" He keeps nodding. "Good, good. Cum whenever you wanna, Cy; cum whenever you want."

He holds you true to that promise, moaning and licking sloppy-like across your fingers in a desperate bid to ground himself, to keep him quiet in the orgasm running through his veins. His cunt creams around you, a milky-white at the base of your cock drip-dripping to the blankets below—just the way you wanted.

"God—" you groan, splaying your hand across his navel, away from his cock, "Just—just a lil' while longer, baby. Look at you, creaming all over yourself. Gonna be leavin' them eremites a pretty surprise, hm? Comin' back h-home, proof of us here, our claim here, my claim on you—" And just like that, you tumble over your own edge.

Cyno makes a weak sound—halfway between a mewl and a whine and a whimper all the same—, cunt milking you in gentle undulations. You fill him right on up, right to the brim, sticky cum spilling out between his hole and your cock.

It's so, so beautiful; the contrast of his dark skin against the opaque white of his and your cum both is absolutely tantalizing.

With a huff, you drop your hand covering his mouth to the mess on the blanket. He coughs, once, licking at his lips when you capture the cum on your fingertips.

"We made a mess," you mumble, the stuff sticky between your fingers; you then take hold of his hips with both hands, dragging yourself out of his cunt. He flops to the blanket and immediately leaks, just slightly but enough—enough to dribble to the blanket. "Not so hot, now."

Breathless, Cyno laughs. "Nah," he mumbles, rolling to his back and smiling up at you—God, he's so pretty. He's all bright scarlet eyes and ruddy cheeks, and you simply can't resist finger-brushing though his tangled hair. Then, rather suddenly, he sits up, alarm in his eyes. "Hey."

You raise a brow. "What's—" he reaches up to cover your mouth.

"Did you have a license?"

"What?"

At your confusion, he only grins. "A license to cum in me. A spermit."

High off your orgasm—floating in post-coitus bliss—, you laugh. You fucking laugh, and you know you're encouraging him; but you find you don't really mind—not when you so adore this little dork of yours.

And when he giggles beneath you, too, you're taken by him even more, his antics and all. This Cyno is your Cyno, even if you're not at your home.

(He'll insist you bring the blanket; he will claim, as you're hauling it back with the satchel full of contraband, of those knowledge capsules you've come to detest, that this is your first walk as a family.

You, no longer post-coitus, will wallop him for it.)

i went through several websites for cum-related puns . . . i cannot do him any justice. he's so funny, unironically (not in this fic but. in the game !) i hope hope hope this fulfills ur imagination, anon !!

20 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[coulsonlives]

PSA: CAT MEDICAL BILL SCAM

Please signal boost this if possible to inform your followers about these scams.

Earlier today, I got a message from the account nicole-loves-king, where they asked me to signal boost a post because their cat needed medical help. Here's the ask:

(And you can see the post in question here)

I looked at this post and was immediately put off because they were asking for people to send things through 'friends and family', which if you aren't aware, is a very insecure way to send someone funds using paypal, because you don't have the protections you would get if you used 'goods and services'. So scammers can make off w your money really easily.

I looked at their blog and scrolled down to the end, and I realized their blog was made today! And, all their posts (there weren't many posts to begin with lol) were of trending topics. I noted puss in boots, and welcome to nightvale among others. This is probably how they found me, because I reblogged some of that stuff recently.

Here's the time stamp from their oldest post (notice it says the time, not the date, which means the post was from today):

In their ask, they also tell you to answer privately. Hm, that seems sus. Why would someone not want you to publish a request for help?

So I have a policy where I don't signal boost posts from brand new blogs because, yknow, they could be scams. I posted this, and the scam account blocked me. They also blocked my friend when they replied to their ask and said their blog looked suspicious. I did some more digging, and I found a comment from someone that confirmed my suspicions:

This is in fact a scam!

@nicstonka is almost identical to the above account (nicole-loves-king). Look at the avatar, the pictures, and the paypal address, both accounts even have 'nic' (as in 'nicole') in the name. The only thing that is extremely different is the name of the cat! Yet both blogs also have the name of the cat in their url ('king' and 'tonka'). That should also be a red flag, because usually someone isn't gonna have the name of their pet in their url, only a few posts, and a signal boost for that exact (fake) pet.

Here's a side by side:

Looks at those paypal accounts: nbrunelle519, and nbrunelle391. Nope definitely not a scam /s

And the cat pictures side by side:

Tumblr's "scam" tag is actually full of these reports now, which you can see here. Or if there's nothing there anymore, click here and here for images.

And links to some older PSAs about other cat scams: 1 2 3

So if you see any blogs like this, where all they have is trending posts, it seems like they've copied and pasted an ask to you, or if they're asking you to send things via friends and family, vet them so so so carefully, because chances are you're walking into a scam. Don't just repost things without carefully checking! If you aren't in a position to check carefully, better safe than sorry: don't repost it! Don't let these scams spread.

Pro tip: If a blog is dash only, so you can't view their archive to see when their first post was made, and you're on desktop, you can just open the blog in its dashboard view, then click 'end' on your keyboard over and over until all their posts are loaded. Usually if it's a spam blog, you'll only need to click 'end' 5-6 times, sometimes a bit more, since they only post just enough times to give the appearance they're active, then there's absolutely nothing after that.

If you want more proof someone is a scammer, you can look at the currency they use their post (or the currency shown in the vet bill), then hover over the paypal link and inspect the part of the url that says 'country.x=AA'. The 'AA' is the abbreviation for the country your money is going to! If that country doesn't match the country of the currency shown in the post, it's a scam! Example: someone's post says '$' for USD/CAD dollars, but the country in their paypal link is 'PH', which stands for Philippines, where they use Philippine pesos, not dollars!

Also keep in mind that these are not bots! There is a real person behind these accounts. They have replied to people who wanted to confirm they were real, but their intentions are still to scam you, they just know it looks better if they reply.

Stay safe!!

Edit:

Updating this post to announce the scammer's made more blogs, and they're probably gonna keep doing it! Here's the list so far. This isn't up to date btw, go to @scamarchive and check their pinned post for the most recent detected blogs

turncoatrune, starlightdisc, xxmy, wxnt, eeyore-pg, coatedpeanbean, starrypanelstars, panelstars, scyllostyle, the-nonbinary-witch, aash-aash, leechness, ash-aahs, commandobutch, lovely-pages, pagefive-to-six, reconnecteed, five-and-fourty, stepsapphic, farmer-butch0, health-pages, turnersapphic, lxve, march-pls-be-good, emberful, imse7en, kassidymaygemz, kassidymaydream, dreamingkassidy, kasdream, live-march, confusedskulll, march-lives, criticaltuesday, quicksilvah, wrldy, quicksilveey, the-stucked-pan, flurrbum, o345, nxce, thls, hokkairi, sykdykee, furrtasticbu, bumfurry, supsense, wickdart, the90sbest

Keep in mind you may not receive an ask like the above ones. You may get something simpler like this, instead:

Most of these are cats, but there's been dogs and even people too.

If you wanna get even more info on all these accounts, there's an archive of this scammer's pinned posts and asks here, so you can see at a glance how similar they all are. You can also see a comprehensive list of scammer red flags specifically for tumblr here!

And lastly, you can report the scams using 'report something else' > 'unlawful uses or content' > 'phishing'

[beautifulpersonpeach]

This is Art™

Jungkook, I thought I was familiar with your game, but clearly I wasn't I'm sorry. This video is a Serve.

*

Brian Puspos, the patron saint of Own It jikook converts, has blessed us and Jungkook with this gift of a choreo. It was sweet seeing his wife talk about this full circle moment today -

*

"JK still knows the Own It choreo lol"

Sigh... simpler times.

Anyway,

That just reminded me of something.

Someone has been spamming my inbox for weeks talking about how much of a fake jikooker I am. How I 'follow' the "tkkr lives of Jikookkkers" (sic), how I run off bloggers who do jikook theories, how I hate Jimin and don't ever talk about jikook theories even though I'm in the jikook tag, and so on. It's been entertaining reading their rants but I think they do have a point: I don't really talk about jikook theories.

So for funsies, here's my jikook theory of the day:

Go to timestamp 1:23 in the video. What do you see the background dancers doing?

*

But wait, there's more.

What lyrics is Jungkook singing at timestamp 1:23?

"Think I met you in another life So break me off another time"

How many words is that?

*

The cherry on top?

Right at the moment 1:23, what does Jungkook do?

He flexes his hand tattoo.

Jikook. Together. Bam.

*

I like the song better with the choreo.

And while I can't really say it's starting to grow on me, it's gotten easier to listen to with time. After all it's still a chill pop tune with Jungkook's vocals on it, a bonus. Seven is the kind of song you put on at high school car wash parties - the whole crew including your crush is there, you're already sweaty, sunburned, and turned on, so you play an easily digestible pop song about fucking that everyone can twerk and bop their heads to.

It's nice.

But what Jungkook did in that performance video wasn't 'nice'.

No, what he did was art™. And yes that video is all it took for JK to get my attention again.

With the video, Seven gets a solid 6/10 from me.

[parkerpeter24]

totally projecting but would u write a tasm!peter parker x reader where the reader has problems w her family? like not omg toxic family or anything just like, they fight a lot and she feels like she just doesn’t deserve the love they give her and she is just the problem you know?

anyway bye thanks lol

it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me.

anti-hero

pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader

this is not my best such a bad work because i haven’t written in a hot minute 🥹

nwh masterlist 🕸️

peter was busy last week. very busy. which led you to hanging out alone at school and looking at your phone way less frequently than you did due to the number of texts you exchanged throughout a day. however, it had managed to keep your parents happy since they always talked about focusing on the more important aspects of life rather than looking at your phone all day.

little did they know the most important aspect of your life was in the phone.

when your mobile finally pinged with a notification, you lurched to pick it up from your nightstand, expecting it to be peter, but it was just a random spam message.

“i think i asked you to clean your room before sleeping.” your mother’s voice came and you looked up to find her in the doorway.

shrugging casually, you replied, “sorry. didn’t feel like it.”

your mom sighed before you watched her walk closer to you and hold out her hand, “come on, give that phone to me, you’ve been staring at it again.”

“mom!” you whined.

“i only want what’s the best for you, dear.” there it was again, her revised speech about how you should work towards betterment and leave everything and help her and your dad in the chores of the house, that it would teach you “-you how to deal with real life situations.”

“right.” you handed her your phone, dreading the weekend ahead.

on saturday night, you waited two past midnight for peter to knock at your window but he never came. earlier that day you’d had a small argument with your parents about your future. it happened everytime you brought up how you wanted to be a writer, but they would try to present ‘better job ideas’ which would always end up in doors being slammed loudly, mostly by you.

on monday, you saw peter by his locker. a smile crept up his face as soon as he saw you, but it fell just as soon because you ignored him and walked right past him to get to your class. it wasn’t his fault but you just wanted him to be there for you, saturday night. be there. that’s all he had to do.

the thought that it was so selfish of you added to the guilt that had already piled up inside you. he was probably out there, saving lives of innocent people, and here you were with your baseless reasons and treating him with silence.

however, peter followed you like a lost puppy wherever you went. he followed you to the homeroom, first period, sat beside you like usual. you were still ignoring him and from the corner of your eyes, you could see his eyebrows twist up in confusion, “y/n, honey?” he called out your name and you just hummed in response leading his face to twist further up in concern, “is everything okay?”

“everything’s fine.” you confirmed.

peter didn’t seem convinced.

he followed you as soon as the recess bell rang. he bought your favorite milkshake for you and saved your usual seat. you seemed awfully quiet today and peter only wanted to know why. he placed the milkshake in front of you as soon as you sat down and flashed you one of his charming smiles, “best milkshake, only for the best person i know.” he pointed to you.

you gave him a little smile, feeling nice for a change as you picked the milkshake up and stabbed your straw into the carton.

“you wanna talk about it?” peter asked, watching you as you gulped down a sip of the sweet heaven.

you thought you’d be madder that peter never showed up to your house earlier but his hand rested on top of yours and everything felt a little less stressful.

“how do you know?” you let your hand rest underneath his, his thumb drawing circles over your skin.

“i know you.” he mumbled, “and this is unlike you. and i miss you.”

there was no way this boy could get any cuter. you gave him a small smile, and nodded, “i’ll tell you later.”

the day felt a little better after that. you and peter walked home after school together. november was starting to feel like november finally as the wind blew against your skin. the two of you got to peter’s place. may was at work till evening so the two of you decided to heat up some food she’d left in the fridge. after that was done with, you decided to get on with your homework.

halfway through that, however, the two of you ended up cuddled on the bed, beneath peter’s comforter. the brunette was starting to drift to sleep but your voice woke him up, “peter?” you mumbled against his chest.

“yes, princess?” he asked.

“do you think it’s me?”

he looked down at you, eyes still half lidded because of tiredness, “do i think what’s you?”

“do you also think i’m the problem?”

peter’s eyes weren’t partly lidded now. in fact, he was fully awake, staring at you with confusion and pulling you closer to himself, “what makes you say that?”

“my family probably thinks that.”

his fingers ran through your hair soothingly, trying to keep you calm. peter didn’t have a reply to your last statement because he’d been there. he had wanted to be a better nephew to may and he’d wanted her happy but he felt like all he did was make the poor lady worry about his whereabouts.

“you’re definitely not the problem.” peter mumbled against your hair, “not to me in the least.”

you nodded as a thank you and peter understood, “i didn’t mean to be rude to you. i-i was just so angry at my parents. we had this stupid argument, the same old stuff.”

“i’m sorry.” peter mumbled, listening to you ramble without any complaints, his hand rubbed your back slowly, calming you down and eventually you drifted to sleep.

peter felt proud of himself for helping you sleep as soft snores tumbled past your lips. only one thought remaining in his head before his own eyes closed.

he would never let you feel like the anti-hero.

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tags : @the-girl-in-the-chair @annathesillyfriend @uwiuwi @tommyfroggie @saturnpeter @ellabellabus07 @comfort-reads @holland-styles @spideyspeaches @prancerrparkerr @usergarfields @theglitterymess @quaksonhehe @lowkey-holland @starlight-starks @piscesparker @incorrectsourwolf @wildxwidow @blankspaceblankday @kelieah @arvinsvintage @parkersdahlia @icarusafety @raajali3

[bakersimmer]

hey hun! first off, i love your legacy! i've been admiring from afar and finally decided to follow you and read the legacy from the beginning. sorry for the like spam! <3 also, were you aware that there's a daily like limit? i didn't but it sucks because i haven't finished reading your legacy yet & can't like any posts for today. keep up the good work hun!

Hey! 👋🏻 Lol, I didn't know about like limit! But I know I have over 1500 legacy posts, so you really deserve a trophy for all the posts you've already gone through 💛💛Thank you so much for investing all this time into my little thing 🤗🙏🏻

[inkedberries]

Lol I am so sorry for all that like spam… I forgot that I was on your blog while scrolling. I thought I was still on my FYP and was all “wow it’s really good today!”😂

HAHAHAHHA! man, it's no problem!!

honestly i just reblog everything @/a-hedgeh0g, @/kyrstin and @/joker-ace reblogs so i suggest following them😂

[langdhon]

Aight, I'm going to address this once because unlike Andy, who blocked and moved on from the nasty anons they received on @ravenskeeper for months now [as they reluctantly told me today], I'm still seething. Since the anons were very targeted at our ship, I'm sure this pathetic person at least lurks on my blog. If not following me. You, whoever you are, had no right to spam Andy with shit like 'they'd hold me hostage for the ship', or 'that I shipped with them out of pity'. And you don't even come to me, not once, of course shitting on the female OC instead of the male canon, huh? If you're bitter because you wanted to ship with me but it didn't work out for some reason, it's between me and you. You keep my partners out of this and grow some fcking spine.

Given that cowardice alone, plus the mindset you revealed in those messages, I'm not surprised we don't ship lol Everyone here knows I'm not singleship, I have a handful of ships all of which have their own dynamic. So how is Andy holding me hostage? Do you think I can't be straightforward with not wanting to write things? I definitely am. I'm not afraid of anyone here. But of course you think it's so smart to attack the one you're jealous of, hopefully drive them off tumblr so you can feed into your delusion it'll increase any chances for you. Thing is, I'm usually a very laid back and forgiving person, but I'm also extremely spiteful. On the off chance that Andy had dropped Alice, I'd have kept incorporating her into my portrayal. Michael would still be with her, I'm not above even writing her as NPC in threads if I'd get Andy's permission, just so your sorry ass feels literally haunted by the oh so shitty OC who you think steals your spotlight.

Andy and I vibe. We didn't expect this storyline to evolve in that direction and they assured me that when Alice first expressed her love for Michael, it by no means has to meet reciprocation. They even were excited for the angst a one-sided crush would provide!

And you also claimed it's impossible that one like Alice could get Michael to fall in love with her. Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds, given what kind of character I write? If anything, it's a miracle Michael got someone to love him the way she does! Also shows you only care about dick because I mentioned in my headcanons that he's drawn to broken people, which she is one btw. Not to mention to say such a disgusting thing about a perfectly human, relatable character who is traumatized af and still keeps fighting. You say that people who suffer from the effects of child abuse are unloveable. Whoever you are, you dun fuked up big time.

I won’t ever put that much time into something I don't wholeheartedly love and support. And if you're so mad about Andy allegedly hogging my muse, maybe you should put the effort you put into that hate into stepping up your roleplaying game instead. Andy has absolutely no fault. They're here to have fun. I'm here to have fun, our enthusiasm matches and we dig the longterm, deep shit. Which is rare to find here as is.

You, however, need help. Oh btw, I was the one who inspired Andy to give Alice her own blog; maybe I'm holding them hostage? I'm not, but you wouldn't say that anyway because male canon muse writers can do no wrong ever, right? People like you, who are so obsessed with shipping fantasies that you have to ruin another’s fun, are the reason I got so darn picky.

That's all. I'm just shipping Alice and Michael even harder now, which I didn't know was possible.

[spiffysoultarot]

Pick a troll: what needs to be cut off this Spring? 🪓

1. Polka dot painter troll//Modern Witch

First question: what is the context of what needs to be cut off this Spring?

Lovers, 2 of Swords (R)

-big decisions, delays in making those decisions, wanting to take inspired action but not knowing what you want

Second question: what area of life does this indecision pertain to?

Sixth house, Pisces, Mercury

-Mental/spiritual state, illness, bad fortune

Third question: what advice will help bring peace to the situation?

Two of Cups, Two of Wands (R)

-get clear on what you want, set goals, take inspired action that aligns with your soul

Is someone here terrified of making a decision for fear of making the wrong one?With both the 2 of wands and 2 of swords reversed, this speaks of indecision and delay.

Just like the Helm of a ship needs direction to get to a desired destination, we as people need a goal/destination to aspire to or we will simply wind up wherever the tide takes us.

Ground your goals/ideas and manifest them into the physical present by first being clear on what exactly you want. Make sure that these things will fulfill your needs/desires and match your values.

The 8 of wands is quick, inspired action and I feel that is the energy needed here. The problem with not making a decision, is that eventually that in and of itself becomes a decision. Action taken, no matter how small, will prove that you are capable.

Make that list. Then make another one, each one getting closer to what it is that you truly want. Trust will start to build within yourself and soon a solid foundation will form. Do not be afraid to make mistakes, to be wrong, to be human. Make adjustments and move forward wiser.

I heard “animation comes to life” and saw Mario transforming to a human. Our dreams can become reality. Our creative ideas can come to life. But we have to give ourselves unconditional love, patience and compassion. And sometimes we have to make difficult decisions for our best self that may not be what our ego would choose. This is where faith comes in, where intuition takes hold.

Hermes brings Divine messages and can easily transfer between the spirit and material worlds. Perhaps there is a Divine message waiting for you, if you get synchronicities a lot or if you yourself pull cards.

Someone is definitely a Gemini rising. (Not Virgo though, that was clear.) Or first house Mercury, where it has its joy. Which, I know, Mercury rules Virgo and Gemini but sorry Virgo rising this is not for you, lol.

🎶 And this is how it ends, a courageous boom🎶 Stars and Moons- Dizzy

Numerical synchronicities:

The Lovers —> 6

2 of Cups, Wands and Swords all pulled 2x3=6

6th house on dice

666=18=9

2. Rainbow mohawk troll//Rider-Waite

Question one:: what is the context of what needs to be cut off this Spring?

Heard “it’s out of my hands” from Breakfast Club when looking at Hanged Man

So many interruptions just getting this reading going//

I wanted to meditate first to see if anything came through and a minute in, beeping started from nearby construction. Then as I started working, I got interrupted by a spam text. I felt so exhausted/tired starting this reading like I was a. Surprisingly working made me happy but I just did not want to do it — like a machine that was off/inactive, flicked on only to be working parts. It was a strange, polarizing feeling. {my point here being that sometimes interruptions happen to redirect us to where we need to be. Just go with the flow and follow what cooperates and feels right/brings joy}

Hanged Man signifies trials and tribulations, a need to be discerning, sacrifice, a time to trust in the universe. It is upright which tells me you are in tune with your soul at this time and a very independent thinker.

Aqua vibes, obvi, look at our lovely troll for today. Someone who is not worried about falling in line with society and the sad status quo of our times. Six of Pentacles (R) tells me of the wealth gap in our society and the dysfunctional, unsustainable state in which our American economy is at this time. Straight up humanitarian vibes here. And I am with you.

Greenery/leaves keep sticking out to me on Hanged Man which is now reminding me of money. Greed is signified with Six of Pent (R) and the yellow-caped fellow’s hands.

They are positioned in such a way that the coins would slip through their fingers if they don’t close up the hand quick enough to catch it. FOMO-type vibe in regards to riches.

Second question:: what area of life does this dynamic exist, what kind of energies are associated with it?

North node, Leo, Second House

I left Leo and 2 as they came out because they were so perfectly upside down, I felt it was relevant.

Alright north node tells us what we mastered in previous lives and those with Leo NN likely lived in fame/riches, especially with the second house showing up. I think what needs to let go of is the belief that money will make you happy.

Leo reversed on the zodiac wheel is Aqua, and opposite the second house is eighth, someone here definitely has Leo NN/Aqua SN in the second house. Focus on making your soul happy and things that interest you. Get out in nature, stop trying to save the world and enjoy your time in it.

Question 3: any advice to help heal the this “need for greed” and forgive those that still have it?

This whole society is obsessed with money and why wouldn’t they be? The wealth gap is enormous and working for the remaining 99% is resembling forced labor. To survive in this society means to work. If you are not generating income and tolerating toxic work environments to the detriment of your health with only your overpriced, shitty insurance to rely on, then you deserve to be cast out. You are a pariah.

Excuse the long rant. Wow, pile two, you must be a fellow 9 and/or strong Aqua energy. Okay to the cards…

Four of Swords (R), King of Cups at bottom

I was getting four of swords vibes at the beginning of this reading; a need to slow down, get out in nature, absorb some sunshine. Wisdom, discernment, prudence, not taking unnecessary risk. Feminine energy; being patient and waiting vs action/go-getter energy.

MOONday is upon us which is feminine and confirms this.

There are no wands here so action is not needed. Limited beliefs regarding money; it’s time to let them go. Be the change that you want to see in the world. Be the fair, balanced and wise leader you were meant to be. Lead by example.

Trust that the universe will provide you with everything that you need. If you don’t feel that way, try breaking up a sweat or coloring.

GRATITUDE LISTS, they literally rewire your brain for happiness

Wealth is not just about money, health is wealth too. Simply having good health, autonomy, freedom and basic necessities is an incredible blessing not provided to all.

Numerical Synchronicities:

12+6=18=9

14+4=18=9

I associate 14 with the King, just counting up from ten.

Six and four are both “sides” if you will as five. Five signifies chaos, which tells me you are quite literally on the outside of chaos. ✌🏻

Four and six are both on the physical realm so maybe moving physically through walking, hula hooping, Tabata, yoga, sky diving.

3. Homemade dress troll//Santa Muerte

Question 1:: what does pile 3 need to cut off this Spring?

10 of Swords (R)

I was seeing an antelope skull in the desert when looking at the moth. I thought only one card came out after this one flipped over but turns out there were actually two. Possibly a surprise in your future — I am just feeling really excited and jovial with this pile.

I got healing with this reversal of diez de swords — loud and clear. As in, a lot of healing that has been done.

3 of cups (R)

I prefer this cup reversed - it’s more alive, colorful and lively. Gives me the vibe that sometimes no company is better than bad company. Whoever chose this does not want to fit in with the crowd. Possibly even healing the part of them that was settling for low-quality connections in fear of being without a “crowd”.

And it’s not because you don’t want to connect or that you think you’re “too good”- have people told you this? But because maybe you are not the type of person that vibes with that many people. Some of the coolest people I’ve met in my life were those that were true loners.

Toxic connections that drain your life force and people/organizations with bad vibes will always get the boot going forward. Your health and happiness comes first, always. Continue to be uncompromising in this area, it looks good on you. ;)

King of Pentacles

Stability, baby. Yes yes yes. The vines are sticking out, reminding me of growing green beans or James+The Giant Peach.

Thank all your pain, unpleasant experiences, betrayals, and unfair treatment for the wisdom it brought you and then let it go. Maybe even write down some of the things you learned, some of your biggest “thorns” and burn them/tear up the page/set it down the river. Something symbolic but also physical since I am getting the vibe of a very cerebral person.

Celebrate all the ways in which you have healed over the years. Look at who you were ten, eight, six years ago — look at the sort of treatment you allowed from those close to you. Were you ever actually happy, or just chasing the next external validation pursuit? Are you happy now? Is your approval enough? Give yourself some credit and compassion for those issues that still need working out.

Question 2:: what area of life/what kind of energies are associated with what needs to be let go?

Taurus (R), Neptune, Fifth (R)

The limiting belief that creative type careers cannot make a stable living. Possibly limiting beliefs surrounding in general surrounding money and fun/creativity, like it’s a dichotomy.

Question 3:: what will help to heal these limiting beliefs?

Stop ruminating on your past mistakes. They got you here; wiser and with more fortitude under your belt. Sometimes we are the bad person in someone else’s story. Sometimes we do things we are not proud of. Sometimes we’re mean. Stop vilifying yourself.

You are a human. You are allowed to make mistakes. I am not saying it’s a free for all for bad behavior but I just get the vibe of someone who really beats themselves up for times they may have acted unkind, even if it was warranted and at times when it was not. Don’t forget about the remaining 95% of the time you are a beautiful, kind and compassionate soul.

You are nice where and when it matters. You are genuine and I love that.

Idk why but the speech Randal gives Dante in Clerks could be relevant — the “I’m not even supposed to be here today!” one.

Trust that everything you walked away from was for your best interest. If those people were for you, if that situation was for you… it would have happened. Timing never aligns with what our ego wants and accepting that is sometimes a lesson in and of itself. You are more than your bank account or some prestigious title. You are enough and worthy even if you do not have these things.

Allow yourself some time to let loose, relax, have fun, get a curse word coloring book. But just remember no matter what that you are a warrior queen and everything you need is within. And, yes, maybe you ARE creative!

Numerical Synchronicities:

You don’t care about that, do you?

But if you do: 1,1,7. Physical plane.

8’s came out twice for the advice. Since one was upright and one was reversed, this gives zero.

I counted the reversals as negatives. Honestly not a lot of numbers really popping out. Just a lot of canceling out in regards to the numbers. Coming back to one.

Like the Brian McKnight song.

[flyinyoursoup]

Hello! We're mutuals (as I'm sure you know lol) because of Ghost stuff but I just wanted to say as someone who also loves Star Trek, all the Garashir posts delight me as well lol

I love finding out my mutuals share other interests besides the one I followed for 😁 I love Star Trek, especially DS9.

Yeah sorry not sorry about all the Garashir spam today XD I've got back into the ship after the Stitch in Time audiobook came out. Forgot how good that novel is, and to have it narrated, what a gift!

[masterjedilenawrites]

I'm sorry for spamming you on all channels, I'm just so happy and emotional and GGAGAHHFHDJDJSKFKFJSKLL because of the absolutely amazing work you put in - based on my silly thoughts. Like, hands down, this is the biggest compliment a nerd can get and you can be sure that I'm treasuring it all in my heart.

You know, when I first saw all these, I didn't realize that I OF ALL PEOPLE was the inspiration for them, I just thought "woah, Lena's sure writing a lot today, how cool, I'll check that out when I get home from work"... and then I also had to buy groceries, my business trip tickets and do my foreign language courses... and then I forgot about it until going to bed, but GUESS WHO'S NOT GOING TO SLEEP NOW, but instead will read.

I'm just incoherently rambling at this point, so what I'm trying to get across is the following:

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- a very emotional (but in the best of ways) Rosa

Hehehe 🤭 I simply couldn’t help myself. You had me picturing Jesse crying from a hug and Cody and Boss talking shit in a diner… What else was I supposed to do?!?

But also I’d been wanting to do something special for May the Fourth… And so it all just lined up. 💕 Thank you again for sharing your thoughts, and of course for being such a big supporter of my work, it really does mean the world to me 🥲 Love having fellow nerds to share with lol

[thebigshotman]

Ok I shall leave you all with this for the night.

So I’m switching jobs from Red Robin to Bath and Body Works, mostly for more money but also because I’ve slowly learned restaurants are not my thing lol. All through training today I could NOT use typical salesman language without thinking of Spaul and the Addisons. I swear, what have these characters done to me 😅

Anyway! I’ve started mentally referring to my salesman mode as “Coral Mode”, since my Pink Addison Coral primarily sells beauty care and makeup products like that. Plus it’s a joy to imagine her in one of those blue and white gingham aprons going

*Oh my gosh darling~How are you today?? Good? Awesome! What kind of product were you looking for today? Ooh~shower gel? Follow me; the cherry blossom scent is to die for…

That was like the exact language used in the videos I had to watch, minus an exaggeration or two. And that image will keep me going when it’s stressful 😂 So yeah! Another way Spam and the Addisons have simultaneously ruined and improved my life.

*…Can I go now, sweetie? This apron doesn’t match my style at all.

…Oh. Yeah! You can head home. Sorry, Coral.

*Good. I have no idea how you put up with her, Spaul…

*1T’S [[that easy!]] THAN U TH1NK!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Have a good night everyone! I’ll see you all (hopefully) tomorrow!

[ofthesea9513]

I’m so sorry for being MIA for almost (over?) a month now. There were personal things going on, both good and bad, that just continued to make posting on here slip my mind.

I’m about to spam with all the fics I posted during that time, so apologies in advance if you follow me lol but I’m also posting a new fic today, so hopefully that makes up for it!

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[tojismalewife]

PART TWO TO General Hc’s for JJK men with a ftm reader.

Part one can be checked out https://tojismalewife.tumblr.com/post/659459121256513536/general-hcs-for-jjk-men-with-a-ftm-reader-this RIGHT BELOW

This part contains; Nanami, Mahito, Itadori, and Megumi

I WILL MAKE A PART THREE IF ASKED 😩

Oh nanami.

Bisexual energy ngl.

Okay anyways, If you came out to this man he’d be nonchalant about it. Maybe a small nod or a hum.

But he CAN and WILL send you gifts/buy you a binder and T if you need it.

He’s a “actions speak louder then words” kinda person.

When it comes down to people being assholes to you about it- he’ll put them in their place. No hesitation- telling them off in a calm and collected tone before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and walking off,

Will big spoon you at the house and reassure you that you’re a boy no matter what if you ask him.

If you’re not in the mood for that he’ll give yoy your favorite snack and just rub your back, a comforting silence taking over.

Nah wait, if body dysphoria is hitting REALLY bad he’d just- turn off all the lights- only using candles and taking a nice shower/bath with you.

“Hm, it’s okay my boy”.

“You’re a boy no matter what or how you become one, you’re still a boy. You’re still my boyfriend”.

Pansexual, he doesn’t care. He just loves you.

PLS HE WOULD BE SO CONFUSED AT FIRST…

“What’s trans?”

Cue you explaining

“And why is that bad? You’re still a boy aren’t you? It’s kinda cool that you have female genitalia anyways- do all boys come with that?”

Bless his soul he’s trying his best :(((

After all confusion is cleared- since he can’t really buy you stuff- he’ll either try to steal it or comfort you the best he can with his words. And or bringing up the most random shit in a way for you to avoid sadness. “Did you know the worlds smallest human can grow to-“

Comes to terms of telling people off- they’re already dead. If ANYONE tries to disrespect his boyfriend they’re dead before they can even finish their sentence.

Would automatically hug you after killing said person- comforting you.

If body dysphoria was getting bad he’d hold you- a silence overtaking unless it’s to put an input on how valid you are.

“Guys look at my boyfriend! What do you mean he isn’t?-“ *cue sounds of someone dying lol*

“You mean so much to me my baby boy…”

Bisexual/pansexual. All I’m saying

You’re another 1st year, yet whenever someone calls your name for attendance you automatically freeze up and shift nervously before mumbling a “here”

Itadori automatically noticed and went to talk to you about it, once you came out as trans to him he AUTOMATICALLY supported.

Was smiling as he told you how it’s nice to have another dude in the class, although he felt bad for Nobara being the only girl.

Comforts with words AND actions, would bribe Gojo to get all your teachers to call you by your given name and to buy you a binder.

When a teacher doesn’t follow by said orders given out and or is openly transphobic, Itadori is coming up for there ass- telling them to F off and to respect his boyfriend.

If you still feel body dysphoric after that, he’ll hold you. You’re crying in his lap meanwhile he rubs your back- nose buried into your hair as he inhales your scent, mumbling about how you shouldn’t listen or that asshole of a teacher. How you’re valid- how much he loves you and how you’re the best boyfriend he’s ever had.

If you aren’t in the mood for that he’s gonna comfort you with his words, gently patting your head as your favorite song plays in the background.

If you fell asleep with him holding you- he’s gonna take a picture- add text that says “he’s so cute when he’s sleeping wtf” and post it on his Snapchat and fall asleep meanwhile Megumi spams his phone with “ARE YOU GUYS DATING??”

I mean, damn leave Megumi in the dark about y’all’s relationship ig 😒

“Hey! It’s pretty cool knowing that there’s tons of guys in this class- sucks that Nobara is the only girl though…”

“YOU’RE SO HANDSOME TODAY WHAT??”

Pansexual.

Just like Itadori, he notices you’re getting massively uncomfortable with being called by your name when roll call is happening.

Instead of approaching this nicely like Itadori though, he corners you.

He’s looming over you- asking why you’re so uncomfortable with your name you blurt it out on accident.

“… trans?”

He’s a confused bby at first but he gets it the second you explain a bit.

He’s a more actions through words, will “bribe” (read threaten) Gojo to get his boyfriend a binder and will try to pull some strings with Nanami to get you T.

Whenever someone’s being a dick about you being trans he’s already by your side- throwing some rude remarks while glaring and huffing.

Walks away with a pout as he lets his arm rest around your waist/shoulders.

If you feel body dysphoric after the interaction, he’d hold you silently. Letting you cry and rant to him, giving you anything you need- putting some inputs of his own as he tries his best to compliment/validate you.

“You’re valid, you’re a boy. Deal with it”.

“My handsome boyfriend… I love him…”

[nixie-writes]

Hey, Hi and all the above! I'm back a second time (my bad). Just saw your response to my last request and it was ✨perfect✨ Thank you for answering it!

Unfortunately, or fortunately, i have many brewing ideas for Hazbin Hotel which I'm excited to see your spin on! (I don't want to spam you so this will be my last request for a while lol)

For the overlords and happy hotel gang (if that's too many people, I'm sorry):

How about a male overlord reader who died by being struck by lightning? Their powers are heavily influenced by this, like being able to control electricity, summoning lightening and storms etc. Maybe their as strong as alastor.

That's it for the request. Take a break and drink water, the usual motivational stuff. Thanks :)

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I'm just going to cover the hotel gang in this one, I want to focus more on plot than character numbers. Quality over quantity! I may make a part two to this including the other Overlords if this gets enough attention. I know the request is for a male reader but I chose to work with gender neutral for this, the story flowed better that way, I hope it's no issue! Under the cut for length and trigger warnings, this will be tagged. TW: Mentions of death, brief mention of alcohol, violence involving electricity

Alastor - He would initially be drawn in by a sinner demon who has such powerful control of lightning. Not many sinners have such power. - Initially he would be interested in using that power for his own benefit. But to do that, he needs to befriend this sinner. - He would start easy, like a nice dinner, followed by an activity of their choice, and finally request they display their power. - Alastor would be in shock (pun intended) when they were able to produce an entire storm system by themselves. He felt...Intimidated, for once. He had to see how their ability would affect him. - Sucks, however, that radios can be cut off by electricity. Alastor is fast and can shift into a shadow, but lightning moves at the speed of light. He found himself having a good time, despite being beaten for once. - He genuinely respects anyone who can kick his ass. Special points for a unique attribute. - With respect comes trust, and upon learning of how this sinner died and how they obtained this power, he understands how they feel on a personal level. He chose to be the feared Radio Demon, they didn't choose to have a power directly attributed to their death. He would encourage them to rise to Overlord status but doesn't require it from them.

Angel Dust - Let's be honest, he doesn't keep up with Hell's politics. He isn't interested in what's going on with new sinners or what's on today's episode of 666 News. However, something special catches his eye that day. - A newly arrived sinner who can control electricity. On a complete power high, repeatedly zapping Vox at the feet and cackling. He wasn't missing out on this. - Angel knows he doesn't stand a chance against Vox alone but perhaps this electricity wielding he runs a chance of winning for once. This was no war for territory but he needed a little action. - He'd join the fight, not expecting to see anything new. This new sinner aimed a lightning jolt directly to Vox's head, who proceeded to glitch out in a hysterical mess. Angel already liked this one. - Upon learning about how their death is correlated to their power he promises to keep their secret and will never request they use that power for his benefit...But he's already asking them to target Valentino next. He thinks they could certainly take his position as Overlord and direct that power somewhere else and openly suggests it to them, but doesn't force them into it.

Husk - Husk, having been a bit of a magic man himself in life, initially thinks this is some party trick and tries to prove it. He makes an absolute fool of himself trying to prove this sinner wrong and each time he gets fuzzier. - Eventually he gives up and offers to buy them a few drinks to make up for his accusations. Regardless of if they get anything alcoholic or not, he'll get a little tipsy and ask about them. He's the most direct on learning about them. - At first he only receives a vague response, which he understands. He plans another excursion; he can pull off some magic tricks and they can use their electric power to draw in a crowd. - This goes off without a hitch many times and Husk is greatly pleased; with their little shows they easily make enough to cover the tab for their drinks. He'll get a little cocky and challenge them to a Poker game, which he wins, so he has something of his own. - One night, after a successful show, they'll finally confide in him on how they died and how it correlates to their power. He doesn't understand it exactly, but he appreciates their trust and promises to keep it a secret. Though he does wish they would kick Alastor's ass and knock him off Overlord status so his soul could be freed again. - He'd sell his soul to his new friend immediately after.

Vaggie - Vaggie was only out putting up flyers for the hotel, when she overheard some applause, followed by sparks of bright light. Stapling the last page to a lamp post she came closer to inspect. - It was a new sinner, flaunting their power. Vaggie personally finds it annoying and demands they stop, and they refuse, claiming they shouldn't have to stop for her sake. - This is when she gets Charlie involved who, without much effort, can bring the sinner down to their place again. - They're quick to apologize for getting so uppity with Vaggie, they don't know how Hell's society works. Vaggie knows how to make them pay for it. - She has them do a month's free-lance of controlling electricity in the hotel for their little show. She doesn't allow other sinners (or Alastor, for that matter) to ask about them or how they obtained their power, all she wants is for them to be more responsible. - During their free-lance they'll have a short talk with her, where they admit they're so cocky because they're a little upset about their ability. They died because of lightning, and now they're cursed with it as a power. They don't know where to go from here and they feel alone. - Vaggie can't relate too much but she appreciates their honesty and accepts their apology, promising to help them hone their power and help them come to terms with their death and use their power for better causes than making a show.

Charlie - She met them the way she met many sinners - they arrived at the hotel, asking about a room. She's happy to fill out their paperwork and get them into a room, but before she can do that she needs to know if they have any ability that could risk harm to others. - So they fess up to their electricity ability, making a statement that they can control it at will and won't use it to harm others. She's willing to take their word on it and gets them registered for the right programs and gives them their room key. - For a while, the two didn't interact very often. There was an occasional chat during a group she ran that they participated in, and she'd sometimes give them a survey about resident satisfaction, but that was about it. - One night, during a very heated group Charlie was running one sinner accused them of something horrid, claiming their electricity power was a curse because they harmed others using electricity in life. - Usually they're very calm, but after such an accusation they lose their temper and shoot off a strike of lightning, narrowly missing the accusing sinner and striking the wall instead. Charlie immediately calls off the group and pulls them to the side. They expect to be kicked out. - Instead, Charlie asks why they acted out. They were always so calm and even tempered, what about that claim made them do that? They admitted to her that their death was an accident; they were struck by lightning and they were stuck with it forever. Charlie understands that they're traumatized by this and agrees to keep them separate from the accusing sinner and place them in a group for death-related trauma, of which is run by Vaggie. - The sinner who made such an accusation, however, didn't get off so lucky. According to many complaints the sinner repeatedly accused others of terrible things and Charlie just couldn't have such behavior in her hotel, so she made them leave.