#spawnlings answers

[evilspawnling]

you sit on a throne of lies I fell in love with calypso as soon as i saw her onscreen /lh

[skitzrep]

i just finished DMC and I'm about to make it everyone's problem

here's a little headcanon i made up as i was watching

angel x devil trope where angel!reader is halfbreed of her kind, and a reward 'blessing' for the son of the demon knight

dante meets his half-angel one evening in his late teens, and he saves her from a demon that cornered her into a dead-end. she swears she didn't need his help with an awkward smile.

he realizes his half-angel is special when he has her spar with him. holding his palms out to her, dante isn't prepared for the absolute heat she lands on his soft muscles. his right palm throbbed around the hilt of his blade for days after that.

his half-angel has more in common with him than he initially thought. she was remarkably strong and fast. she never knew her dad, and her mother was a drunk.

it didn't take much convincing for his half-angel to leave her human life behind and join dante in his demon hunting career. she had a knack for it that made him feel more than simple admiration for her.

four years after they first meet, dante realizes he doesn't want a life without his half-angel. he figured it out after a Dance Dance Revolution performance, turning his head to see if she had glimpsed at his horrible score. he's blessed with the view of her reading on the couch, completely unaware of his game.

"Did you have fun?" she asks him after noticing how silent it got. Dante scoffs and crumples to the floor, close to the edge of the couch. "If you were paying attention, you would have seen my perfect score." "Oh, was it a perfect score?" his half-angel asks playfully, dropping the novel in her lap. "From here, it looked like you were improvising the moves." "You don't know what you're talking about." Dante sits against the edge of the couch, leaning close to her. "I think that's my line, big head."

the first time dante gets worried about his half-angel is during a hunt. the particular demon multiplied from it's dismembered appendages, and the two halflings were too quickly overwhelmed

her eyes were elsewhere when the spawnlings came up behind her, impaling her twice before throwing his half-angel like a ragdoll through the wall. dante became destructive at the sight

Her sleepy eyes scared Dante more than he'd like to admit. He should be grateful his half-angel woke up, but all he can focus is that she needs to rest, and he needs just a little more time with her before that. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks with a little furrow dipping between her brows. The soft smile she gives Dante warms him with relief. He reaches over and cups her jaw, feeling her pulse's steady rhythm under his two fingers. "You had me worried for a second," he answers, emotions clogging his throat. Dante reimagines his family's death, followed by his half-angel's close call. She hums leisurely, leaning into his hand. "I wasn't worried. I knew you'd get us out of there. Just needed a little motivation." His half-angel sends him a coy wink. As her words register in Dante's head, irritation washes his sentiment away, and he huffs an incredulous laugh. "You're insane," he tells her as she holds his hand against her and places a kiss on his palm. The same palm she nearly broke. "You're perfect. Thank you." "For that?" She mumbles against his skin, turning her head to look up at him. "For being alive."

note: it's short but a warmup cuz i got more

[nerves-nebula]

What do holidays look like in Mottlesong? Or just cultures as a whole actually?

hard to answer becuase i keep forgetting that holidays exist and are celebrated IRL until i see posts or decorations about them.

short answer is, they look how they look in our world. ppl celebrate various things at various times and eat and visit friends and put up decorations. there are so many city states and different places and cultures i havent thought up yet so i can't tell you any specifics but. yknow. its not like everyone celebrates the same shit at the same time.

my excused for them not celebrating anything at the association is that the association doesnt wanna bias them in the direction of one culture or another. they want the spawnlings to like wherever they get sent to so they don't wanna taint that by implying there are other cooler places to be. god. the association is so paternalistic lmao

[epic-and-kitty]

so awhile ago, I answered an ask from @itsmaddienow about Twist being sentimental and being fascinated by small smooth round objects like rubber balls and marbles because of her time in the clone facility that she was born in

I just realized that this means she'd still have that fascination while being raised by the Salmonid camp. (Literally like a week after she escaped so even with memory loss the fascination would stick)

Guys.....

Eggsitter Twist 🥺

Just her delicately cleaning Golden Eggs and making comfy nests for them when they hatch and just playing with the eggs as they grow and that makes any spawnling hatched in her care super attached to her because they got way more attention than usual for eggs and OMG Twist would be a big sister to like half the camp

I need to fuckin draw this omg

[nuri148]

Clarity deleted scenes!

No one: Absolutely no one: Me: Should I post some deleted scenes from Clarity?

The answer, of course, is I probably shouldn't, but I fancied to, and since my delulu fellow rm spawnlings enable me, here it is. It's hem, you honour, they made me do it 🥸. (Small text is non-deleted parts, for context )

Deleted scene(s) from Chapter 8

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Mikasa looked at herself in the mirror, not really listening to Gabi raving about how smashing she looked. (...) “Isn’t it too … revealing?” she said, looking at the way the neck almost showed her cleavage.

“No! I wish I could wear a dress like that,” Gabi said. “But I don’t have what it takes,” she added, cupping her hands in front of her small breasts. (...)

“Well, that’s the thing, I don’t want (...) anyone to think I’m a minx.” And by ‘anyone’ she meant one person.

“You’re not dressed like a minx, you just think that because you never wear pretty clothes.” 

Mikasa looked vexed. “I do wear pretty clothes!” Gabi sighed. 

“Mikasa, you’re my friend and I love you, but you have two kinds of clothes: those boring two-pieces you used to wear for Armin’s diplomatic meetings, and peasant robes from when the walls were up that look like you're hiding under a burlap sack.” 

“Gabi!” Mikasa was clearly mortified now. 

“I’m sorry, this is probably not the best time to say it, but it’s true.” She looked sheepish. 

“What about the white blouse, the one with the ruffles that Lena sent me for my birthday? That’s pretty.” 

“Indeed. A gift.” 

“And the taupe dress? I bought that one myself.”  

Gabi snorted. “Because I practically forced you to.” Mikasa sat on the bed, dejected, and toyed with the skirt of her gown. 

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Happy to find out the four of them had been assigned to the same table, they took their seats, making small talk as the hall slowly filled with guests.

“They really nailed it this year,” Levi commented, feeling one of the pale green napkins. “Two years ago they decked all the tables crimson, it looked like a fucking cabaret.” 

“It’s so beautiful,” Lucy sighed from time to time, her gaze wandering through the hall.  

Mikasa leaned in towards Levi. “Do you know who’s here? Hitch.” 

“Don’t they serve wine here?” Gabi moaned. 

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Once the speech finished, the banquet started with the soup course, a cream of potato with duck egg yolk and fresh truffle (...).

[Lucy] was trying to spoon the cream around the yolk.  

“You’re supposed to stir it in,” Mikasa said.  

“But it’s raw,” Lucy whispered. 

“You’re supposed to stir it in right away,” Levi clarified, “so that the heat of the soup makes the yolk safe to eat. 

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Levi shot a death glare somewhere behind the girls’ back.

“Did you just scare away a potential dance partner?” Gabi called him out.

“No,” he lied, reaching for the wine, and tch’d at the realisation that the bottle was empty.

“He was about your age, probably some noble’s son,” Mikasa said, casually resting her chin on her hand as she people-watched. 

“Oi!” 

“Levi, it’s a ball. They’ve the right to dance with whomever they please.” 

“You don’t know their real intentions.” 

“I’m pretty sure they intend to dance.” 

“I get it that you hate this,” Lucy said, sternly, “but some of us do want to make the most of the evening.” 

Levi just sulked. 

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Why did I cut them?

For #1, I felt it was going on a tangent and distracting from the main plot. In this universe I hc that since Mikasa didn't have someone growing up that that instilled in her a sense of fashion (lost parents too young and then it was khakis forevermore) so she really puts comfort before aesthetics and doesn't see the point in spending in clothes. But this isn't a Mikasa makeover story, this is a rm slowburn and we know Levi'd think her beautiful even when she's wearing old rags.

The other 3 were more to cut down the wc as it was already too high; there may have been transcition issues too (I don't remember after so long). E.g. for #2, there was also a bit of too much stuff being thrown around (sorting it out: more wc). For #4 I also didn't want it to look like Lucy was expecting to meet someone at the ball, and Levi's gatekeeping seemed a tad too much.

[fountainpenguin]

"And you'd hate me too if I was ever honest- I got used to the secrecy! It's safer in the In-Between…" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 34 - “Ashes (Ren, Sniff)”

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💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

"Oh, I'm so selfish; punish myself with the soul-crushing knowledge I willingly lost it... Know I'll regret it and die just a little- it's what I do best sitting right in the middle..."

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Ren washes Debbie the Slime Dragon in exchange for a ride to Phantom Dragon territory (to rescue Martyn). PiglinMyNose bottle-feeds baby foxes. Also, SnifferMyFeet says good-bye to Etho and heads out on his own.

AKA, the one where Sniff sets boundaries and everything will be okay.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Mild content warning for baby slimes suckling from mama dragon

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Renthedog - Wolf (Tamed)

Status: Flattery turned up to 11

Engineer, neurobiology teacher, and conservationist

💙  🧡  💚

It's with a grand flourish that Ren strolls through the hollow beneath the massive, twisting roots of the Slime Dragon's custom tree. Funny place. There's straw all over the dirt and slime dripping from the tree branches. Slimes don't take up space… That's one thing you can say about them. They ooze, collect, dissolve, and pull themselves together again. With all that surface area, it's a wonder they don't lag the place out. Ren thrusts his arms in the air, tail beating back and forth as he struts straight into the center chamber.

"And how are the two most gorgeous ladies in New Star tonight? … Wait a moment. Where's Charlotte?"

Then he has to duck as Debbie's tail nearly clips him on the head. She's resting on her side, glaze-eyed, with her paws flopped in front of her. Ren scampers forward in the straw, moving out of easy swatting range, and gets a full look at her belly. She's not a long dragon, but one of the bigger, rounder ones. Chunky would probably be the correct word - the way that slimes are thick and chunky - but perhaps not the most polite. Black scales cover her nose, legs, and sides (running all the way to the tip of her tail), but the ruff that circles her neck and runs down her spine gleams with blue and green goop.

The last section of her tail is purple-pink, as are a few massive talons. Belly's goopy too. Ren's hung around Debbie often enough that he no longer jumps when dark splots (vague eyeballs) drift through her slimy bits and study him from the safety of their mother's membrane. A few slimes rest around the area - mobs and hybrids alike; one of the mobs hops forward and nuzzles his foot - but Ren does his best not to stare. Even when he can feel eyes burning on the back of his neck. Hybrids watch him from the branches. Not everyone plays the turf war games.

Debbie whuffs through her nostrils, but doesn't offer a straight answer for the Charlotte question. Her tail swings up like before. Again, Ren sidesteps and leans his head far enough to the side that it grazes harmlessly above. It swings its way back around, this time lower, but he hop-steps without looking. Debbie's got patterns. All dragons do. Ren moves past her hind paws, which lie half-curled in the dirt. They flex.

Ah, there's her belly. Hungry newborn mouths push against her, and Ren lifts his brows. Spawnlings still too young to lose their lens caps push each other with their hands, blindly crawling and whining with their gaping, muted mouths for places to suck. Debbie's a special case- she doesn't really, like… have teats? Just that slimy stuff, so they can put their mouths anywhere.

But here's the weird part. Slimes aren't the only babies under the tree tonight, and Ren's eyes go narrow as he takes in the invasive species. Foxes - little brown newborns with pink mouths - whine and wiggle in front of a hybrid sitting near Debbie's armpit. Do dragons have armpits? She kind of does, speckled with more clumps of goo.

"Right- one at a time, you- you precious gifts, you angels- OW! One at a time," the hybrid is saying. Ren recognizes him instantly, though he's not had a lot of conversations with the man. Several large buckets of milk sit beside him; he's filling a goat horn cup that drips out its narrow bottom end. Did he just have that nanny outfit on hand?

"PiglinMyNose! I shouldn't be surprised to find you serving your dear mother in her time of need." Ren glances again at the resting dragon. Debbie never did give him verbal acknowledgement. She must be a little hazy right now, maybe drained from the nursing effort. He walks closer, every step careful. He likes to think he befriended Debbie long ago, but you should never let your guard down around dragons. They could bite at any time.

She is letting him get close, though. Ren bends to pick up a spawnling that's facing the wrong direction, bracing itself on one hand and sucking on its other fist. New arrivals are bigger on a server, fed by actual player energy, but in this dimension, they're all too young for skins. Or walking. Gotta put some girth on, y'know?

He doesn't dare lift the spawnling to his shoulder, but Lizzie taught him how to move them without upsetting dragons. He keeps the spawnling near the ground, taking slow steps, and sets it down by the lower part of Debbie's belly, near the hind legs. D'you think Debbie works like mammal dragons, where the teats closer to the rear provide the most milk? Hm.

Pig yips again as another fox bites him. They all want their turn licking drips from the goat horn cup. Some kits have milk-dotted mouths. Others are still bare. Ren kneels beside him, less careful lifting fox mobs from his lap than he was with the skinless slime hybrid. "Yeah, yeah," Pig mutters. "I got chased out of the turf war, so I'm babysitting now."

"Where's Charlotte?"

"Think she went to bother Scott?" Gesturing at the milk, he adds, "Like- I think she said something about not producing enough milk because of the raid? Is that how it works?"

"Oh, she can't den down." Yes, that would be a problem. He asked Etho about this once- a research project for his Education back in the early days. Something like… "I think when foxes breed in the wild, they stay in the den with the kit until it's an adult. That probably means they gather berries before they den down? Maybe Charlotte couldn't find enough food."

"Well, they like milk," Pig remarks, lifting a squirmy kit in his hand. He rotates it like a fruit he's about to eat, then brings the goat horn cup to its mouth. The kit laps at the tip, catching all the milk it can, while the other two dozen or so kits keep nipping or swatting at each other, or else crawling over him. Two are chewing on his apron. Three dozen? Maybe more. "Ow! Yeah, yeah… You'll all get your turn. But you're not endearing yourselves to me. I don't care how cute you are- you make me sick."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[kitausuret]

well i gotta know about flash thompson, disaster babysitter

This is an old one but it's one I do want to get back to one of these days! It's probably adjacent-ish to like, I don't know, maybe "It's a (Pretty) Wonderful Life" or something, one of those AUs I've got where the Sleeper Symbiote doesn't fast-track to maturity. Flash is on babysitting duty while Venom is out on patrol, or whatever. It's a pretty silly premise!

He lifted the young one to eye-level and grinned. “So, just you and me, champ. That’s a good, neutral title, right? ‘Champ’. Like, um, like ‘Champion’. You can probably understand me, genetic memory and all, but Eddie tells me you’re developing a little more slowly due to all the… stuff that happened. We’re all just glad Gargan didn’t get his hands on ya.”

[korra-northeast-germany]

Tw: suicide, breakdowns, verbal and emotional abuse. Mentions of physical abuse. Audio Hallucinations? Basically do not read if you are sensitive to these topics you have been warned

Like I care

"C'mon luci let's go play", a childish wish from a younger brother craving the attention of his caretaker, his grip oh so tight almost removing the circulation from the eldest arm causing pain tho not a lot. "Not now Mammon" the elder spoke trying to pry him off, "I am busy a little later alright?" The child just whines. "But luci...! Non of our other brothers wanna play, plus you always focus on your work!! Just play with me please luci" he looks like he'd cry if not give the attention, the elder tries all with his might eventually givimg in. His brother refused to let up, forcing him to be unable to do anything but allow the young angel to have his way.

"Alright I'll....play with you.."

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"Lucifer?" Mammon slowly walked into the avatar of pride's room, a sheepish look upon his face. "I was thinking maybe just us to can spend time together? I mean your always focused on your work and I the GREAT Mammon think you should take a break at least for today ya?" Oh the annoyance Lucifer felt, how dare the destructive brother inturpt his work. He had very important papers and couldn't turn them away, they are very much more important than whatever money making scheme Mammon was thinking of making into some silly game. "No Mammon I'm not in the mood, my work is very much important as of current which must be done as soon as possible" he responds glaring at the tanned male. "But Lucifer I really think you need a break. Take some time to play a game with me your little brother?" "NO mammon. If you do not have anything of importance to tell me then leave." Oh how Lucifer will come to regret those words. "....fine" the former angel of charity leaves the scene, saddened his older brother rather kiss up to 'Diavolo than spend time with him. Bah like he cares.

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Like he cares

"Mammy read that book to me again, the one about the prince and the Knight" a blond haired spawnling spoke, hands holding up his favorite children's book up to his older brother/mother figure. He was no older than a 6yo in human terms, a young impressionable 6yo at that high hopes high potential high... wrath. Oh sweet baby he was. 'Mammy' just smiled at his youngest sibling, strong tanned arms bringing the child into the elders chest kissing his head followed by a friendly laugh which radiated through the whole of HOL. "Of course I'll read to Ya tan tan!" The avatar grins oh how his heart fluttered and swelled, never could Mammon ever say no to Satan. "Do you want to read in your room or the library?" No answer was truly needed, 'Mammy' already knew. "library library!"

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A frustrated Satan searched everywhere far and wide for his missing book. Where was it? Who could have took it? It could not have been some low life demon! Of course not this was HIS private library after all only he, his brothers, Diavolo + Barbados, and in few RARE occasions the exchange students could enter! Who in the world could have taken his book...Who would dare have the audaci- "MAMMON!!" Shifting quickly into his demon form the 4th brother avatar of wrath would go looking for the 2nd born with an undying force a desire to eliminate the thieving scumbag. He spots Beel, Levi, and Asmo all hanging out playing one of Levi's video games. Rare. "What's got your panties in a twist?" Questions Asmo raising his brow.. "let me guess the scumbag stole from You?" Levi huffed "yeah he stole from me to! I can't find my limited edition ruru-chan fighters game anywhere! Ugh!" "And my perfume and nail set" the 2 OBNOXIOUS siblings spoke both seething with hate. Beel just stayed quiet. "Have any of you seen Mammon at least!?" Everyone shrugged where was mammon no one knows. Annoyed, Satan retracts his demon form to instead visit Lucifer, man's pulling a snitch like Levi does. It's not like he cares about what happens to mammon.

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Like he cared

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"End it"

No....

"Get it done with hurry up!"

But they'll miss me

"Don't you understand no one cares!"

They care!

"Do they or are you fooling yourself to believe such lies"

You don't know shit

"When was last time they called you their brother"

I- uh...

"When was the last time you remember getting a hug from your brothers?"

When...

"Don't finish that sentence you know you don't remember"

You don't understand i- they can't possibly want this

"Scumbag"

Stop

"Bastard"

Stop it

"Thief"

Listen

"Good for nothing"

Not funny!

"Idiot!"

Okay It get it stop!

"No one wants you here don't you understand"

No response

"Not lucifer"

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"Not Levi"

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"Not Asmo"

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"Not Beel"

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"Not Belphie"

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"Most of all NOT satan"

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"Don't you understand Mammon! They would have won the war if you died instead! They would be so much happier with Lilth if you died instead it should have been You! Not Lilth YOU!"

really low blow...low....*hic* blow..

"You know its true, so go ahead do it... end it"

Tears now pool from the avatar's eyes

"After all...."

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" Its not like they care "

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He should have cared. Satan should have cared. He didn't care when he saw Lucifer whipping his brother, he didn't care when Mammon cried saying it wasn't him that took everyone's stuff. No..He didn't care when he saw Mammon's dull eyes looking straight at him while a smile plastered the elders face a really really fake smile. He should have cared he knew he should have cared. Yet he didn't. HE DIDN'T. He let it happen...He.. He let the man that raised him for centuries ever since he was just a little spawnling suffer..while He watched, while he participated, while he accuse, called him names, shamed, and emotionally as well as mentally abused him. What kind of brother was He? The blond avatar can only feel wrath seething, could only feel the wrath threatening to lash out at anyone or anything that dare DARE inturpt his search.

Where was He?

Where was Mammon?

Where was the man that used to read him books every night?

Where was the brother that used to sing to him while everyone argued and fought?

Where was his knight?

Where was the brother that promised to always be there for him?

He needed him

He needed his Mammy

Why wasn't Mammy coming to his aide?

"MAMMON!" He cries out continuing his search.

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The demon wheezed and coughs, he failed his attempt, he's been lying here by himself stuck in the human realm for what..4 days now? Great.....just perfect...he thought he could do it much easier here yet...ugghhh whatever he'll..he'll try again. After all

Who could ever care for the great scumbag mammon

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What has he done...he drove him away... he was trying to protect him from a fate worse than death, yet in the prideful Damon's efforts to protect drove him away. Fuck this was just like Lilth over again. It's been 5 days, they searched everywhere in Devildom by now and now were searching in the human realm. He felt the bond, the spukd bond no longer as faint as before...They were close....They were close they were going to find him. Once they do Lucifer plans to spoil Mammon rotten. Play as many games as Mammon wanted, bake with him, visit all the famous casinos, May be even gamble a little only a little! He was going to...he had to he needed..

Wait

The soul bonded was acting up like fucking crazy, he was close Lucifer is do undeniable close he'll find Mammon soon he will he knows! Following the little hot cold game the soul played he ended up finding a certain white haired demon who looked so disorimtated so awful. " Mammon!" He calls moving t grab him only to watch his hands go through him. "Wha-" no no it can't be..he was,no.."Mammon, Mammon!!"

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They were to late..they were way to late. Their brother mammon? Dead gone faded into nothing. when they heard the news everyone's worlds broke into a billion peices.

Beel couldn't bring himself to eat for weeks.

Belphie struggled with sleep constantly waking from nightmare upon nightmare.

Asmo shut down, a response no one could read for not a single person can tell how this plagued him.

Levi left his room often yes but constantly sulked, he never dare talk about or mention ruru-chan or anything related instead walking in and out of Mammon's too, on occasion to take his stuff hoping just hoping his brother would return.

Satan's wrath was off the hooks, when he heard the news he sulked for days upon days, he went through the stages of grief desperately looking through each and everyone of his spells to return the big brother/mother he had lost. When that didn't work he lashed out constantly, he lashed out at Lucifer accusing him blaming him to the mess saying 'he never cared' because he never saw a single tear in the those raven haired eyes. He moves onto the other brothers before moving onto himself, the boy broke. He read the story about the knight and prince as well as the other countless amounts of books his mammy used to read to him hopesnthst he'll return. He never did.

He never did. Lucifer...Lucifer Oh how he failed his little brother, some nights he prayed to their father with hopes of the return of his brother, null. How the once prideful avatars pride faded quickly at the mention of his favorite, he never truly did accept his death. Couldn't bring himself to. Lucifer oh lovely lovely Lucifer 'the failure first born' forever plagued by the last conversation he shared with little mammom before his death.

"Lucifer?" Mammon slowly walked into the avatar of pride's room, a sheepish look upon his face. "I was thinking maybe just us to can spend time together? I mean your always focused on your work and I the GREAT Mammon think you should take a break at least for today ya?" Oh the annoyance Lucifer felt, how dare the destructive brother inturpt his work.(work he shouldn't have payed attention to) He had very important papers and couldn't turn them away(why not turn them away this one time?) they are very much more important than whatever money making scheme Mammon was thinking of making into some silly game.(why didn't you play?)"No Mammon I'm not in the mood, my work is very much important as of current which must be done as soon as possible"(take a break Luci...) he responds glaring at the tanned male. "But Lucifer I really think you need a break. Take some time to play a game with me your little brother?" "NO mammon. If you do not have anything of importance to tell me then leave."(please come back to me...) Oh how Lucifer will come to regret those words. "....fine" the former angel of charity leaves the scene(I shouldn't have let him...).

A/N:this genuinely took a while like LITTERALLY lol. I stayed up late thinking and gathering inspiration cuz I only really write upon impulse and this was one of them. Anyway I'm happy it's done and hope people like it :) sorry if it's too depressing/to long or if there's grammar issues I stayed up writing like for days lol.

[messengerhermes]

Illegal Shit to Ask in a Job Interview

So I just saw a post going around from someone who works in HR highlighting some of the things that, at least in the United States, are both illegal and not an employer's fucking business to fish for in a job interview. I wanted to make a shorter post that shares a more comprehensive list in bullet form, so here we go. Link at the bottom to my source. Here's information employers do not need to know, and also, it may be illegal (or dubious for them) to ask you:

Your Age (beyond 16+, 18+, or 21+, depending on the job). They cannot ask explicitly how old you are.

Your Medical History. (scroll down for a second bulleted list about this)

Whether you have children/are married

How you get to work. Unless the job explicitly says you need a car, not their business

Whether you're a veteran

What your sexuality or gender is (I've had this asked in an interview)

When you graduated high school/college

Your legal history (ie, have you ever been arrested or convicted of any crimes)

Whether or not you own your house, your car and who you live with

Your religion or details about how you practice/where you go

Whether you have been pregnant or are currently pregnant

Your race/the race of anyone in your family

Your ethnicity

Your citizenship status/where you are from

Your height and weight

Where your family members work

Personal information (if you've had a name change, etc)

What organizations you've been part of (ie local clubs, fraternity/sorority stuff)

Also, I want to expand on the bit about medical histories, because I did some work with an organization that does career coaching for disabled job seekers and as someone who occasionally uses a cane, the ableism that crops up trying to find work grinds my gears. Regarding your Medical History, Employers Cannot:

Ask any of your diagnosis

Ask any medications you take

Ask how any of your mobility or access devices work

Ask details of your condition

If an employer asks you about your ability to complete a task, or you want to work in explicit information about what accommodations you may need, all the above information still applies. A strategy I have been taught to answer task questions that are fishing around for "can you actually do this thing" looks a bit like this:

"I send emails and navigate my computer using the software Dragon NaturallySpeaking, which means I often will keep my office door closed at work so my microphone doesn't pick up cross talk from others. I always let colleagues know to knock and I can easily pause my microphone to talk to them."

Whenever I need to move larger items around, I get a dolly or rolling cart to transport them. If there are items that need to be pulled down from a higher shelf, I tag team with a colleague to retrieve those.

I believe we do better work when we aren't rushing, so I always put a fifteen-minute buffer window between meetings in order to give myself and my colleagues time to get to our meeting room and feel prepared

All of the above examples name the tools or skills you might use to complete a task (which, employers are required to provide those tools to you, if you need Dragon they pay for that, not you) while not going into detail about why you use those tools or what your disability is. ---------

Overall, you are not legally required to share any of the things listed above. If at some point some of those feel useful to share--ie you're applying for an organization that works with veterans and you yourself served, or you did a lot of relevant volunteer work through your fraternity and think dropping your organization's name will give you clout, share that information.

But know you are not obliged to divulge shit and as someone who's been on team hiring panels, everything you say in an interview will be used to judge your qualifications, including if you mention having spawnlings or if you say you're single. Also, source link for the information I added about no no questions. (Also PS, for the love of the stars, explore unions y'all. Most of the US operates at "at will" employment, which means employers don't need a reason to fire us without notice or severance pay. At Will employment makes employee protection laws meant to protect against racism, queerphobia, ableism, ageism, sexism, et al much weaker, because employers don't need to give reason for firing you, and often will just give "not a good fit/team player" or some other shit, and then it's on you to sue if you believe you were fired for discriminatory reasons)

[evilspawnling]

Cool fella :3333

thank you,,,

[poisonedsimmer]

@Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy​

~ Rules ~Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

Answers below, cause uh LONG and stuff.

~Questions~ 1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Either! I totally don’t mind. You can call me Beloved, Poison, Rose, or even V. (V is part of my true first name but I prefer my middle one of Rose) but yeah call me Bitch if you wanna, I’ll answer to ALMOST anything. I’m really not bothered. lol

2.) Where are you from? England! Give me tea or give me death! XD No I’d actually prefer coffee but shhhhhh don’t tell the other Brits that, they’ll kick me out! :D

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yup! Just the one currently. My Burmese/Korat mix, SilverBullet or just Bullet.

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. Uhhhh honestly it’s just to have a small house, a couple of Staffordshire Bull Terriers (English Staffies) and live happily with my partner and our spawnling. I don’t have big dreams, just Staffy sized ones. lol

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Well I don’t really do ART as such but most of my hobbies are artistic in nature I guess? Photography, collecting Asian Ball Jointed Dolls and 1/6th Action Figures/Poseble figures, Writing (both original stories and fanfiction sometimes), anything to do with computers.

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? Sure. My partner, my spawnling, I don’t really share it with anyone else because they just wouldn’t be interested/understand but that’s fine with me!

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? Sadly not. There are some truly awesome people that I would love to know irl if that were ever possible though.

8.) What are some fun facts about you? uhhhh I mostly only have things I’ve already shared a long time ago or on my old blog but um... trained car mechanic, also trained child minder, I was 16 when I got my first tattoo (yes this IS illegal, behave kids don’t be a dumbass like me! seriously DON’T EVER do this!) I have 8 piercings and I want more, I’m dyslexic and also slightly ambidextrous and I have monkey feet as my partner calls them. I’m fairly good at picking things up with my feet. lol

9.) What’s your day job? Currently I uh... actually don’t have one. I’m watching over my partner who’s mentally unwell and unable to work himself.

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? Nope. Don’t think so. I kinda used to get compared to Lucy Lawless aka Xena the Warrior Princess when I was younger and honestly I am DOWN with that! (though I know I never actually looked anything like her, my mum kinda did but I look more like my dad soooo lol)

11.) What’s your aesthetic? Uh I’ve always been told it’s a little bit goth, a little bit punk, a whole lot of black, silver and resting witch face. ;)

12.) What kind of artist are you? Digital and an editor? idk honestly, like I use photoshop and my digital drawing pad to make small changes to my photography/sims pics/colour peoples linearts when they let me but does that make me an actual artist of any kind? lol But also idk does writing count? It’s a form of art in a way so...

13.) How did you get into your form of art? Since it’s mostly all photography or to do with photography (taking sims pics kinda counts as that really) uh basically my sister and brother-in-law are both heavily into photography and so was my father-in-law (RIP Dad <3) and I just sorta picked it up from all of them? I learned a few things and just picked up the bug and then it evolved into digital editing and then attempting digital art/colouring and just yeah it all spiraled into whatever this is. as for the writing, well I watched Inuyasha and Naruto a long, long time ago and fell in love with the characters and stuff and somehow stumbled upon fanfiction and I was like Ooooooooo! I can write shit like this?! and uh I just started getting into various fandoms from there and writing all these stories based on them, the characters from them or just the basic worlds they take place in and so yeah it just went from there.

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? Usually I have either true crime programs or else fictional crime programs on as background noise. Things I’ve watched a million times before. I need background noise, can’t do silence. OR I have music on. a random playlist filled with a mixture of rock, metal, dance, trance and pop on shuffle usually.

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far? Oh damn uh honestly it’s probably a threeway tie between this, this and this I’m rarely actually proud of anything I produce but I usually kinda like it, these ones though, I still adore. 16.) How would you describe your art style? Shit, no idea dude. Like style? who that?! I don’t know her. I basically don’t feel I have a style, not for this anyway. Just, I do whatever style is needed for the pic I’m trying to make. Sorry I honestly have no clue. 17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? colouring. I can’t draw for toffee, like at all so it’s defo colouring BUT I also can’t shade for jack either. so yeah idk. 18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself? This one! It’s completely me. Honestly I know memes but I could not for the life of me think of a single one. Just happened across this one and went oh hi yeah that me! lol

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? Uhhhh I never really thought about this tbh. I guess Kakashi from Naruto or Hermione from HP because well always reading! and I’m known as the human dictionary and also the human library so it kinda makes sense. But also The Hulk from Marvel. Cause well, ‘That’s my secret Captain, I’m always angry.’

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? Axel or Cooper probably. idk very masculine names I know but most of the time that’s just me.

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? Um yeah I kinda wanna actually. I picked this one because well hi I’m BelovedPoison and I do sims stuff. But it just sounds so stupid and meh now but I literally have no idea what cool or funny name to call myself. Sooooo we stuck here for now. lol

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose? Oh jeeze uh I have no idea honestly. Probably one of the songs that always scream Sarge, my oldest OC’s theme songs to me. Either I Stand Alone or I Fucking Hate You by Godsmack. #sorrynotsorry! 23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? Ummmm fuck I guess @lazysunjade @cyansimblr @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy @veethe @raccoonium @neriney @amuhav @oydis I too just grabbed people I could think of at the time. I just went through the  names I talk to the most often lately. It’s nothing against anyone, I love you all promise!

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully away I’m ancient, but are you?) OMG please don’t bring me back to my Myspace days... I remember when this thing literally just started. I was on there all the time. Yes I sadly understood everything there. lol

25.) One last question; why are you like that? Who the hell knows! If you figure it out, could you explain it to me, cause honestly I have no more clue than you do! lmao

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!! other than the ones I’ve already mentioned/tagged above, gonna tag: @madeofcc @poetic-falls @aniraklova @ladykendalsims @katterpile @ds-sims @plasmavamp @kittenkatsims @pixeles @pixelit0s @disasterbri @saku-12 @wolfrynn313​ @bloodmooncc​ and YOU! But you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Ok bye!

[nerves-nebula]

Hey, is loose stitches a post scarcity world, or nah?

WHAT A QUESTION!!!! The answer will come up later but in comic but maybe not directly so i'll just sayyyy: Sort of? but also only in some places?

like the main gist is that most people don't NEED a lot to survive. anything, even. sure some might need food, water, shelter, clothes, but MOST spawnling could survive indefinitely without that stuff. and it's especially weird to be vulnerable to ALL of it at once. dying of exposure is not generally an issue most people have, unless the weather is really extreme like, idk, volcano eruption or smth. or tornado.

so a lot of people arent really focused on that stuff? but also, again, some people REALLY DO NEED FOOD AND WATER AND CLOTHES AND HOUSES !!! and even more than that, a lot of people enjoy eating and drinking and having homes. so there's a market for that, but it isn't super serious? it's like. hard to describe. it's kind of like for most people they're just... roleplaying?? like it's serious and emotional if they lose their houses but they mostly aren't afraid they'll actually die if they become homeless? it's hard to exactly explain the mindset where its like, no this is still serious, but not as serious as we think of it to be.

and for a lot of people on mottlesong they live in a very vibes based economy i guess. as for the people for whom its life or death, things can get VERYYY stressful if your main source of food/shelter/whatever decides they wanna go somewhere else and don't tell you in advance cuz they forget they're not just selling to people who want to have big parties or cook for fun.

and that's not even getting into how it really depends on where you live. like, the association isn't a world-government or anything. they certainly don't regulate the trade of food or water. they're a lot of things but mostly they focus on anything to do with spawnling education and safety. and they aren't as global as they'd like to think. so local communities may be more or less invested in providing accommodations to the Freaks who need to Eat Food, yknow?

and then its llike you gotta go through the trouble of finding people who, out of the goodness of their own hearts or some kind of passionate drive, are willing to do the hard work of MAKING the food. GROWING that shit and RAISING animals and stuff. same for food/water/etc. magic can help for sure but not everyone has the right string abilities/skill for it to actually help them.

and like a lot of people do these things! they do it cuz they like it and cuz they know people depend on them! but when it's only a minority of people who NEED these things to live it can be a bit hard for the people who make the food to always be matched with the people who need it.

so like. for the majority of people it's not so much post-scarcity as it is that they never NEEDED much to begin with. and for the others, well, it's definitely NOT post scarcity. there's plenty to go around for sure, but distributing it is the problem. AINT THAT JUST THE WAY.

does that answer the question?

[inkribbon796]

Alea Iacta Est Ch. 1: Blue Soul Bound

Summary: You can run from consequences, but you can’t hide from them.

A/N: For Dark’s birthday. Title means “the die is cast” in Latin.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

The instant Dark’s visitors were gone, and everyone had settled down for bed, Dark got out of bed and headed into his office and began pouring over the various scrolls and books he’d collected over the years.

Eventually, through the deep, piercing pain, Dark found the scroll he needed and used it to be able to amplify his ability to search his own aura. It used to feel as vast as the ocean, but now he felt diminished. Dark could still afford to get into fights and open dozens of portals to deal with the heroes, but it would be years before he was at his old strength.

Dark sat in his chair and turned his soul and his mind inward. It was a cold winter forest and a single wood cabin in the woods. Snow occasionally drifted down in a light flurry. The light was on in the canon and the crest of the Doom family erected over the door.

The Entity walked up to the door and his red soul was the one who threw it open and glared at him, shotgun in hand

“No,” she ordered firmly.

“If I couldn’t consume him after fifty years, I can’t do it now,” Dark reminded her with a light hiss in his voice.

It took her a while before she finally stepped aside and let Dark in, his blue soul was sitting by the fire, shivering under a blanket.

“What did you do?” His red soul demanded.

“I did nothing,” Dark defended himself heatedly. “It was the hunters and that infernal spell. I am trying to fix it.”

“You better,” she spat.

Dark scoffed angrily, before walking around to look his blue soul in the eyes, the weakened soul was not meeting him in the eyes.

“Hmmm,” his blue soul whimpered in pain.

“How bad is it?” Dark asked.

The soul didn’t answer.

“Are you trying to split off?” Dark demanded.

“Where would I go?” His blue soul asked morosely.

“I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to,” Dark told his blue soul. “But you tend to make things difficult.”

“Is Wil happy?” The soul asked. “Is Illy happy?”

Dark wasn’t 100% sure but he replied, “Yes. How aware are you of what they’re doing?”

The soul shrugged.

“Illinois is getting married in September, I’ll try and make sure you can see it,” Dark promised him.

“My baby,” the blue soul thought out loud, looking at the fire.

Looking back at his red soul, Dark saw the worry on her face.

“Damien, I think you need to go to sleep,” Dark’s red soul told him.

Dark and his red soul got the blue soul to go to sleep and Dark began drawing spells on the walls with magic, making sure that as much of his souls stayed intact. Then he emerged from his own magic and decided he was tired and went back up to his bed. Wil was still snoring in his sleep and seemed none the wiser of Dark’s absence.

Unlike most times, Dark didn’t have trouble forcing himself to sleep. He hadn’t even been planning on really sleeping, as a fully matured demon he could choose whether he was going to actually sleep or not. It required a body — which Dark had — but Dark could either go the rest of his existence without sleeping, or give the body he was in an actual rest.

He meant to rest with his eyes open, to make sure his souls were actually healing. But when his head hit the pillow, he blinked and was suddenly asleep in peaceful silence for a few hours.

Then he started dreaming.

The Entity rarely had dreams but tonight he was walking through the halls of the Manor, children’s laughter coming from somewhere.

Directly in front of him was an old grandfather clock. It wasn’t ticking and the hands on the face of the clock weren’t moving.

He was about to get up and move, but then a thick grey fog rolled in around him and he felt three sets of small hands grab onto him.

And pain sliced through him, Dark awakened in an instant and in such absolute pain that it paralyzed him. His souls were screaming and the Entity felt absolute panic as he tried to hold onto his red and blue souls.

Then Dark felt something in his souls give and he screamed as part of his aura shot off of him, turning from a deep black-purple to three swirls of black and white that fell towards the end of the bed.

Dark stayed in paralyzing pain for a couple more seconds as he frantically checked on his twin souls. They were none the worse for wear, Dark’s aura shielding them from most of the damage. So he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he feared. After a couple steadying breaths, Dark shoved himself up with his aura.

He knew what they were without even checking. They were spawnlings, but Dark already had too many to manage. He was already trying to recover from the attack from the hunters. These were three newborn spawnlings that would be ravenous, and Dark and King were already working to get Lunky to feed less.

They weren’t even sentient yet, all he had to do was make it—

“Darkling?” Wil sat up and Dark’s aura froze, halfway across the bed to the three spawnlings. “Are you okay? I heard a scream?”

The little spirals spun out into clouds of aura. One was mostly dark with specks of swirling white, another a perfect mix of black and white, and the one still the closest to Dark was white with flecks of black.

“Hello,” Wil greeted, his aura naturally diffusing in the room and to Dark it was like a calming balm for his wounded aura. “When did you three get here?”

Wilford pulled the little clouds, each of them currently half the size of Wil’s forearm. They sat in his lap and Dark hesitated in taking them from Wil. His blue soul had been roused from his slumber from the pain and the sight of spawnlings in Wil’s arms.

That, and just being in Wil’s aura was already making them swell in size. They were only an inch bigger but they were almost to a point where Dark would have to kill them to reabsorb them.

So he had a choice . . .

Fuck! Dark mentally cursed as Wil chuckled.

“Aren’t they delightful?” Wil smiled at Dark.

“아빠![1] Wil!” A knock came at the door and Dark snapped his fingers and made sure Wil was fully dressed.

“What’s wrong, Illinois?” Dark called out.

The door opened hesitantly and Illinois walked in. “You tell me, I heard a—”

Illinois froze at the sight of the swirling aura in Wil’s arms. “—a . . . a scream.”

“Come meet your new siblings, Illy,” Wil smiled.

Illinois froze and suddenly every part of Dark’s being was on edge. Illinois closed his eyes and let out a frustrated breath before walking over. “That explains the scream, everyone okay?”

“I’ll heal,” Dark dismissed. “It does explain why my aura has been out of sorts.

Illinois spent a second or two looking at the new spawnlings before walking around the bed to where Dark was still sitting, Illinois’s aura unfurled out towards Dark and the Entity hesitated.

“I,” Dark fought not to reach out to the offering. “I’m fine.”

Illinois knelt down and looked Dark in the eyes, “You and I both know that’s not true. You’ve been hiding your aura from us and you almost died. You need it.”

Dark flinched, another denial caught in his throat, frozen by the look in Illinois’s eyes. His blue soul was churning with conflicting emotions: the urge to still try and look invincible, despite wanting to give Illinois what he was asking for.

“By Joe, my dear, if you weren’t feeling well, you only had to say so,” Wil leaned in and his aura tangled with Dark which sent a shiver down Dark’s spine at the sudden rush.

He felt lightheaded and suddenly he was on his back and Illinois was pulling out amulets filled with aura.

“Dad?” Illinois asked in concern.

Dark’s vision was spinning and all he could see was Illinois. Wil leaning over soon after.

“I’ll get him some tea,” Wil decided.

“Get him something not warm, it’s a thousand degrees right now,” Illinois ordered.

“Right, right,” Wil agreed, and suddenly he was gone.

“I can get up,” Dark promised despite the vertigo.

Illinois placed a hand on the center of his chest to keep him pinned down, “No, you shouldn’t, stay down. You look like you’re going to vomit.”

“I’ll be fine, I just need to get back on my feet,” Dark told him, internally he was screaming. Dark couldn’t afford to be seen like this, not so soon after being knocked out like he had been by the hunters.

“Dammit, Dad, stay down, let us take care of you for once,” Illinois grumbled. “I know for a fact that after demons split they aren’t good to act like nothing happened.”

Dark tried to fight the exhaustion and humiliation he felt, but when Wil came back in, the little clouds of aura following him, Dark felt Wil’s aura fueling his own recovery.

As Dark was drifting off he heard Wil and Illinois talking.

“It’s so stuffy in here, let me get the window,” Wilford offered and strolled over to the bedroom window.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Illinois warned as Dark drifted off to sleep.

But Wilford was at the window in an instant and the second the window was open, the darker cloud of aura shot off and the other two clouds followed.

Wil just braced his hands on the window, stalling as Illinois glared at the back of his head.

“One second,” Illinois told him firmly, not wanting to scream and wake up Dark. “He is out for one second and you lose a trio of newborns.”

“I’ll go find them,” Wil began to climb out of the third-floor window.

“No,” Illinois told him.

Wil brought his foot back in.

“You are staying here, Dad needs the aura. I’ll go find them hopefully before he wakes up, I’ll call the Host,” Illinois pointed to Dark as he stood up and walked over to close the window.

“Right,” Wil agreed and Illinois gave a last parting look to Dark before racing out of the bedroom and getting ready to track down the spawnling trio.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: Okay so, I know I said somewhere that I didn’t plan on using Unus and Annus in my stories but honestly the fan art of them with the other egos is so cool and I just couldn’t help myself. 

 Accessibility Translations:

1. Dad! (Korean — Informally used, phonetically read as: Appa.)

[misteria247]

Okay so I just finished episode four of Yashahime and oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Fellas-

Sesshomaru, dude quick question why the fuck did you abandon not only your duties as Demon Overlord, but also left Rin, the kid that you took in and basically adopted in a fucking tree????? Like I need answers man I'm not gonna judge you or anything, just give me your location I wanna talk-

And another thing, why didn't anyone tell Moroha about Kagome and Inuyasha??? It's so obvious that she doesn't know them so you'd think that everyone would wanna give the poor girl some info on her parents but nope she's just....in the dark. Sadness. :(

Bright side thou! I got to see Moroha bond with her mom's family and that made me stupidly happy. And seeing Moroha and Setsuna slowly get to a more friendly based relationship makes me happy as well. Oh! And Moroha having her mom's eyes for spotting spiritual things was the best! Another thing I enjoyed was Towa trying to be the mom of the group of girls. Her whole "wAIT DON'T JUMP IN YET GUYS-" gave me major mom friend vibes. And Setsuna with the violin was beautiful to see as well as seeing Moroha literally rob Sota and inheriting her mom's beloved backpack. And the twins literal "Fuck you we ain't doing shit for you" attitude towards the tree made me laugh out loud. Like they're definitely Sesshomaru's spawnlings.

Anyways I hope we get more explained to us in episode five because I'm so confused by Sesshomaru's actions as well as where everyone else from the original gang disappeared to. It's killing me I have to know. And I want more interactions between the girls and Hisui because it's what I want please don't judge me-

[insanelyadd]

Papa Collection

Here’s a fun little thing written by a friend of mine @munritter​ in response to Chara recruiting all Papyri to papa-hood.

Chara: Papá may i have Chocolate Ice Cream for supper tonight? Papyrus: Uh, no. Absolutely not. Chara: hm. An unfortunate answer. picks up cell phone calls Chara: Hey Swapapa can i have chocolate ice cream for supper? Stretch: what's yer dad say Chara: no Stretch: its a no from me, champ. Chara: hangs up calls Fell Paps Edge: Yes baby? Chara: can i have ice cream for supper? Edge: No. Its bad for you. Chara: hangs up calls Ink Papa Chara: Papa can i have ice cream for supper? Ink: DUH, and ill even bring you some. Chara: thanks! hangs up Ink Papa said i could. Paparus: thats not how this is going to work, spawnling.

SO ANYWAYS I AM HERE TO GUSH ABOUT THIS! IT IS HILARIOUS AND I AM NOW CONSIDERING DRAWING THIS!!! The “Hmm. An unfortunate answer.” fucking KILLS ME every time I read it.

[haematophiliac-a]

@infernalpursuit​ asked:

TMI YAY is there someone he REALLY really fucking dislike? like, both in team rockets and outside of it? silver doesn't count bc thats the easy answer

       Going on the obvious but Jax really, really HATES Archer and another executive (tbn, my OC) due to the... torture and things. This isn’t surprising lmao. As he didn’t realise it was the ‘things’ in his head that made him attack Blue (shiirakeru), he couldn’t give them a response as to why he did it. So he just got all that horrible torture stuff and had to suffer for the month. Oh he also dislikes (not hates) Junichiro (corruptedxjustice who coincidentally got him free from aforementioned torture) but in a weird love-hate way. Jax is in debt to the guy after a few things were sort of twisted so... Instant dislike ‘cause he’s not the one in complete control. But still enjoys a drink with him. Yet if it came to it he’d let Junichiro get hit by a bus or something for laughs.

     Outside of Rocket... Another obvious. HIS KID, Hailey. He hates her. She hates him. He just can’t stand the idea of having a little spawnling running around that’s from his DNA. So that was auto dislike. Then she started a vendetta against him so he now hates her. He also doesn’t like his nemesis, Luna, who is just someone he took an instant dislike to, fucked with, and now she hates him so he hates her. She was a cop and such a nice person until Jax saved her life and demanded payment and now she hates him after having to quit work and well... You get the idea. Nemesis.