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[phantasmalva]

They have a normal relationship nothing to see here

[eisenartworks]

Vol 28 character page cleaned!

[decepti-thots]

if i am a wee bit scatterbrained and/or all over the place at the moment, please know that at work a collection of things aligning at once in a completely forseeable-by-upper-management way has resulted in me being the only person who works in customer services at the ISP/etc i work at and as a result of this my entire brain is currently banging itself against a wall 24/7. so apologies if i am even less with-it than my usual charmingly useless self, but you need to understand that i would quite like to commit arson right now.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

most emotional part of the night for me. kugutsu ashura into a mashup with kyuuyaku hankagai into just kyuuyaku. my favorite song ever that ive written at length about how many times now. like i cant even begin to say what i feel or what this means to me i just have to cry about it i love kyuuyaku so so so much

[painsandconfusion]

Wild that I gotta say this, but. I'm not answering any asks that in any way pertain to my sex life.

[gregoftom]

I don't know why it didn't click in my head before but greg's monologue in the bathroom when he was trying the recording to trap tom before they were about to burn the documents "would you like that? Pretty boy like you, would you like it? Oh you might even like that" was referring to him being fucked (literally not figuratively) in the jail??? Because of what he said afterwards???? (He said male rape after that) Yes it's horrible because what he was referring to was like being fucked against his will because it's... jail. BUT why add the insinuation that he might like being fucked? Plus the 'pretty boy like you' thing... would he like being called that in bed? would he like tom to call him that???? 😵‍💫 Wait has tom referred to him with something similar??

There's so much subtext hinting that greg is actually gay istg

NO HONESTLY, greg reads as gay to me personally. other interpretations are of course valid but To Me. and i hadn’t thought abohthidhejtjhjhnhjhjjjjjhjjjjjjhjjj 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[fatestouch]

@soraeia replied to your post:

Lydia: Let me see that list, too—

"Ah. One moment, young miss." Quickly crosses a name off.

"...That was her dad, wasn't it?"

Crosses the name off even more, so it's blacked out. "You'll never know."

[golden-explosions-main]

🍫- “Of course! Just be ready to lose is all..”

*they give a competitive smirk. They haven’t played in… a while. But they’re great at pvp games!*

Flowey: "You don't need to warn me, Chara, I'm well aware that you may be very skilled, but I however know all the Secret Moves,"

Frisk: *Used to this, and WILL be there to call him out if he cheats. Until then they are enjoying his competitive grin*

Flowey: "We're definitely not playing Subnautica, but-,"

*dawns a deep creepy voice* "Ỳ̴̨͔̞̻̙̦̩̣̗͖̾̑̔̈́͗̂̉͗́̓ͯ͆͛̏̆̑̓ͧ͂͡͞͞͝E͚̦̤͔̗̞͓̜͍̘̰̝ͬ̀̅ͥͪ̾̈́̀́͑ͨ̀ͭ̿͐̓̂̍̀̈́̀͜͞S̶̨̤̬̠̺̟͓͓͍̥͇̟̰̹͒̈́̏̏̉͂ͥ̌̈́̉ͨ̎̐̅͘̕͜.̨̖̲̣̦̳̘̝̅̀ͪ̈̈̿̉ͥͧ"

[chaoticace2005]

Charlie, during therapy sessions: And what do we do when we are sad?

Sir Pentious: Apologize continuoussssly to everyone I have a conversation with...?

Charlie: …No

Sir Pentious: Ssssorry.

[havensins]

thor x dom!male!reader

cw . sub!thor, dom!reader, dumbification, degrading, thor doesn’t know how to control himself, faux manipulation/disappointment?? technical overstimulation on both parties, etc.

note . here’s The fic, the one you’ve all been waiting for 😭.

thor had gotten himself into this entire thing. he knew he wasn’t a brat by any means but he still decided to push your buttons and for what? he began to regret his decision the moment the both of you made it into your grand apartment.

you’d pushed him through the door, knowing how he could take a bit of roughhousing. his cheeks dusted with pink, and he allowed you to punish him in anyway you saw fit.

you hadn’t cared enough to lead him to the bedroom, deciding to push him towards your couch instead. the menacing floor-to-ceiling windows stared back at him intensely as you stood behind him. and in the back of his mind, he was glad your apartment was along the top floor.

“i hope you’re happy with yourself, my love.” you began, unbuckling your belt. thor took it as a sign to begin to undress himself too. smiling coyly, the next words out of your mouth sent a shiver up his spine. “i don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it’s ‘yes sir’ or your safeword, do you understand me?” you order, eying him up and down in all of his naked glory.

“yes sir.” his voice sounded, and you hummed as you were pleased with his obedience.

in an instant, thor’s knees dug into the plush cushions of the deep gray couch. his hands were planted forward and his lengthy hair fluttered at his shoulders. he could faintly make out an outline of the both of you in the thick glass windows he faced.

“what’s this?” you questioned, pressing two fingers against the bejeweled plug nestled in his ass. “you’re just insatiable, aren’t you?” this time your question was rhetorical as you slowly tugged the plug out of him. he groans at the feeling of being empty — though it didn’t last long seeing as you filled him with your cock nearly immediately after.

you were behind him, planted on your knees as well as your hands kneaded his hips. his cock hung heavy, hard and throbbing between his thighs.

your hips rolled into his, and his mouth hung open. small breaths of ‘ah, ah, ah’s rang around the room; along with the downright filthy squelch of the lube that he’d used for the plug. “talk to me, baby, let me hear you,” you mumbled, and he immediately responded. “i-i’m close, ‘m so so so close, pleasepleasepleaseee,” he begs, arms quivering with having to hold up his weight.

“g-go ahead sweet thing.” you grant him permission, and as if his body was perfectly tuned to your command, he came immediately and turned the already deep gray into a darker shade.

somewhere within the fog of his brain, he would assume that you’d stop or even slow down to give him somewhat of a break; but you didn’t. your thirsts remained harsh and unforgiving as you pounded into him without remorse.

“you’re making a mess of my couch, baby. i-i would’ve thought you knew better..” you tease, faux disappointment lacing your tone. “i’m ssssorry, so so sorry,” he babbles out, ‘nnnguh! gods!” he calls out, thighs spreading even wider to accommodate the way you’re practically fucking him into the cushions.

his arms are done holding him up at the point, and he drops to the plush below him, face pressed into the soft cushions as he managed to glance at your barely-there reflections in the glass.

he reaches back, attempting to grab at you to hold onto you for purchase, but you’re not having any of it. with one hand you gather his wrists and pin them behind his back and go even harder.

your hips falter, and you know you’re about cum. thor could feel it too, clenching around you to help you along. you don’t need it though, the image of thor under you struggling to keep himself together was enough send you tumbling over the edge.

you held his ass flush to your hips as you came inside of him. your orgasm triggers his second one, and his sticky white cum joins the previous load as he drains your couch once more.

as the white noise in your ears comes to a halt and you’re slowly picking up your pace of fucking into him again, you hear it. the hard patter of rain against your windows.

“you’re still staining my couch, thor.“ you mutter, bringing your other hand down on the globe of his right ass cheek. thunder booms throughout the sky as you do and as you focus your eyes on the reflection of thor in the glass. his eyes have lighting behind them, even as his head is all foggy.

“dumb whore cant even control himself. look at how hard you’re making it rain outside love, and all because you can’t take my cock..” you taunt him and he keens, thighs quivering. lighting strikes after a particularly intense thrust and he’s babbling nonsense at this point.

“let’s- let’s see if you got one more for me, baby- fuck!” you curse, the downright filthy feeling and sound of you fucking your cum back into thors thoroughly used hole pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.

thor’s eyes roll back, and with the way his entire body shudders and tenses up, you can feel him cum once more. the rain intensities and both thunder and lighting strike. the sounds last for as long as his orgasm does, dying down the more you fuck him through it.

the general imagery of having a god like this. all torn apart and distraught and so out of control has you feeling lightheaded. you’re muttering expletives and moaning out as you cum once against. lighting strikes again, and you can feel thor cum again; this time dry.

you let his hands go, and they stay behind his back for a little, before falling limp. you pull out slowly, hearing thor whine. you shush his whimpers, snagging the bejeweled plug he’d had in before and pushing your cum back into him and pushing the plug in after.

you help him into a sitting position as you massage his thighs and arms. you pull his hair into a small ponytail so it’s out of your way. the once raging thunderstorm out side had turned into a light sprinkle of rain.

“i’m sorry about your couch,” he apologizes sadly, cheeks dusting with red. “it’s okay love, honestly. it was hot to watch you make a mess for me,” you told him, and he only blushed harder if it was possible.

“you ready to shower?” you ask him, leaning back onto the side of the couch that didn’t have a cum stain. “no, not yet. hold me for little?” he asks, and he makes himself look so small in the moment; you couldn’t decline even if you wanted to. “come on my love,” you beckon him and he falls into your arms with a smile.

[k-n0-x]

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A/N: Hii everyone! Sorry this chapter is a little later than usual, burnout happened, school happened, the whole shebang! This chapter is a doozy though, hope you all will love it <3

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The sun rays peek through your window and the birds’ chirps awake you from your slumber.

Or maybe it’s the snoring of a drowsy Adam, who was lying beside you, though you’ve inured yourself to his unconscious noises for ages.

You get up from your bed, just to almost have your legs give way under you, thanks to the fact that you had to be pounded by your husband, as you promised to him.

Last night felt like a chore. You feel really bad for thinking it, but it really did. 

You’re not an expert, but sex should feel enjoyable, by all sides involved, but with Adam, it feels like an obligatory activity.

You spend the next 25 minutes brushing your teeth, showering and getting ready for the day. Since there’s nothing to do at home (well, there’s nothing to do at home) you decide that this is a good time to be productive.

You head into the kitchen and scrutinise each and every ingredient that graces your pantry.

“Hmm, maybe this would work…”  You grab flour, eggs, milk and a frying pan…

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The smell of buttery pancakes drifts throughout the kitchen. You sit down in your chair and take a bite of your breakfast.

The pancakes themselves were lovely; the consistency was just right and the flavour was something to die again for, courtesy of Heaven’s always perfect ingredients.

Heaven…. 

‘Perfect’ Heaven.

Up until a few weeks ago, you would have believed that sentimental saying that you hear being thrown around on multiple occasions, but now, those words seem like direct opposites of each other, an oxymoron even.

The mere thought of it sets an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You shakily finish one pancake, and neatly leave the rest in the microwave. 

You have more pressing matters to get on about today, and pancakes aren’t one of them, though you want it to be. 

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“Welcome to Heaven, how can I help?” The Saint looks up from his logbook with a face coloured with surprise when he recognises you.

“Y/N! How’ve ya been?” 

“I’m doing good,” you smile up at the angel behind the pedestal.

“So, what can I do for the wonderful wife of Adam, hm?” St. Peter clicks his tongue and finger guns.

“Well, Peter, is there a chance you could show me the list of Heaven’s recent residents? There’s a certain person I’m looking for…” Realisation hits you like a truck. Would this information be classified? You wouldn’t know until-

“Yeah sure, here!” The Saint passes you a page with written names and dates.

“This is a list of  Heaven’s newest angels from up to a month ago. I hope you find who you’re looking for!” 

“Thanks Pete, you’re a Saint,” 

“Well, I am Saint Peter after all, ah bye-bye!” 

Well that was easier than anticipated. 

Now you need a private place to mull it over…

You walk through the brightly lit heavenly streets and bump into someone, sending you and your papers flying.

“Oh my, misss, I am ssssso ssssorry,” The person bends down to collect the papers.

“No, no it’s fine, sorry-” your voice gets stuck in your throat. You take a close look at the person collecting your papers.

The person, or, you should say snake, was sporting a smart coat, top hat, and eyes in his hair?

He was familiar. Where have you seen him before?

Your eyes dilate in recognition.

He was pixel perfect to the mural that Charlie showed you the other day.

“Excuse me for asking, but are you Sir Pentious?” 

The snake demon, or angel, looks around before leaning in. 

“Depends on who’sssss asssking,”

“Oh uh,” you think for a moment. How do you explain that you know he was a demon, without seeming like a stalker of sorts. 

Clearly, this isn’t the subject to have casually in the street.

“Here, let me explain over tea and cookies, hm? My treat!” You grab the hand of Pentious gently and head to the nearest café.

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“And ssso, thisss Adam guy just sssnapped me out of existence, and now I’m here, but without my egg boisss,” Pentious explains while indulging himself with a Pain un Chocolat, eyes welling while doing so.

“Huh, I see. So Charlie’s plan does work,” you mumble to yourself. “And I apologise for my husband, by the way,”

The snake pales, his skin now ashy.  “He’ssss, your husssband?” he instinctively pushes away from you in his seat.

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just promised Charlie that I would help her with the hotel and redemption and all that…”

“Oh I sssee. Here’ss my card if you need anything more,” He produces a card and hands it to you, and you accept it graciously, despite it having a slimy residue on it. 

“Great! I have to go now but it was nice meeting you,”  you shake his hand and leave the café.

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“So, what’s it like having sex with the first man? What are your orgasms like?”

“Angel, don’t torment the poor girl,” 

“Whaat? Just askin’” Angel groans and puts his phone on the countertop of the bar.

Apparently, Charlie has gone AWOL, along with Vaggie and Lucifer, the three people that deserve to be the first people aware of the gratifying information you are holding.  

This tension is getting you antsy, but you answer your newfound bestie’s question.

“Overrated to be honest. Not meaningful in the slightest,” Your blunt answer stuns Angel and Husk for a moment.

“What’s this about orgasms?” You turn back to the entrance of the hotel.

Shit. 

The one person whom you didn’t want to hear you say that, was standing in front of you, holding about 10 shopping bags, his daughter and his daughter’s partner  following suit.

God, what must he think? You want to slam your head into the table, but you refrain yourself.

“Uh Dad?” Charlie taps her dad’s shoulder.

“Maybe let’s refrain from talking your way into the sex life of guests? Anyway, how are you, Y/N? I hope everything’s alright?” Charlie inadvertently snapping you out of your apparent embarrassment.

“Oh yes! Not just alright; absolutely amazing actually. I have important information to tell you so forgive me for my impromptu visit, but it clearly cannot wait,” you practically jump out of your chair, bursting with energy. 

My, you haven’t felt this emotion since…

Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

“Well, I did some digging and…” you grab the crusted card from your bag.

“Well, congratulations to you, Miss Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell, because your dream is a reality!” You flourish the card to Charlie, and she takes it.

She blinks. 

Everyone else blinks.

“Uh, what is this exactly?”

You groan. Fun police much? 

“Sinners can be redeemed, I found Sir Pentious in Heaven just this morning,” you concede, impatiently tapping the card.

“Wait really? You aren’t just messing with me?” Charlie’s eyes practically shone with stars.

“Angels aren’t known for that darling.” 

As soon as you say that Charlie squeals and jumps up and down, ecstatic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyooouuuuuu!” She gushes and hugs you extremely tight, constraining your lungs, but you really don’t care.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” You pull away to have Alastor behind you, with that ever-so-familiar-yet-unpleasant grin. 

When did he get here?

“Seems like out little Morningstar is becoming quite the entrepreneur,” Alastor places a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, as though they are father-daughter.

Father-daughter, where the daughter’s biological dad is directly beside them. 

“Hey, hey now, get your slimy claws off of my daughter, would ya?” Lucifer asks the Radio demon, half laughing.

“Oh? The same daughter you’ve abandoned for countless years on end? The same daughter who had to build this establishment by herself, with no support. The same daughter I’ve been faithful to, in comparison to you? I’ve stuck through thick and thin with her. Hell, I probably fit the Dad position by definition,” 

The room is loud with silence; you could probably hear a pin drop.

Alastor’s voice carries those words in a seemingly defensive manner, but you can tell that those words don’t hold any meaning to him.

It seems like you’re the only person to realise that, because with the slam of a door, Lucifer exits the room, leaving an aura of pure anger and jealousy behind.

“Dad!” 

“Charlie, maybe you should give him a breath of fresh air-” Vaggie tries pulling her back.

“No! Vaggie, he needs someone to be there with him. God knows what he will do and what if-” Charlie is in a craze to get to the door. 

“I’ll go,” you say abruptly. Without question, you go through the door.

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“Hey, it’s really hot out here, you know,” you stand at the garden door, as the king gazes out on Hell’s not-so-perfect landscape depressingly.

Silence. 

“Alastor was just pulling your leg back there, he just wanted to piss you off,” you stand beside him, keeping an appropriate distance.

“I know. That’s not the problem. The problem is that-” his voice hitches.

“Go on,”

“The problem is, is the fact he’s not even wrong; I left Charlie with nothing, she had to support herself before help came along, I barely was there for her throughout all of this, until the very last moment, when she didn’t even need me anymore,” The King of Hell rambles, and fidgets with a small yellow thing in his hand. A bird of some sorts.

A duck? 

“I can’t do anything right,” he continues.

Okay, you have to stop getting sidetracked by meagre things. 

“Lucifer, listen. Yes, you may not have been there for her before, but you’re here now, and you are ready to help. Yes, I know it’s scary, yes I know it’s hard, but I have an inkling that Charlie would love to start having a bond with her father again. Also, you know her and how she is; she isn’t the type to shut you out. Just try to put some work into it, okay?” 

That felt like more of a ramble, than advice, but it seems to suffice for the King of Hell. 

“Thank you. I really know why Charlie has taken a liking to you…” he trails off, continuing to fidget with the rubber duck. He squeezes it, and it plays a short, spunky tune. 

“And see? Atleast you’re doing something small for now, you should take it easy. By the way, that’s the most adorable rubber duck!” You gush at the plastic fellow, earning a smirk from Lucifer.

“Oh? Changing the subject are we?” The fallen angel teases.

Well, that was out of nowhere, but you just go with the flow.

“Yeah, and what? That’s a fuckin’ cool duck, so I apologise for acknowledging that fact,”

“Ah well, I have better. By the way, why are you talking about orgasms to that porn star- I mean Angel, back there?” 

Oh yeah. That happened. 

“Gee, why does everyone want to know the juicy details of my life? But really,he was just interested in my sex life, that’s all,” 

“Interesting. You know I slept with 2 of Adam’s previous wives?”

“Don’t even try,” you give him a playful shove.

“Eh, worth a shot,” 

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You and the blond-haired demon go back inside, giggling about some disastrous function you went to when you were younger, and how you may or may not have been the leading cause.

Thankfully, the only person in the lobby was Charlie, who jumped to hug her father the second she saw the two of you, making them both cry and profusely apologise to one another.

Yeah, maybe it’s a good time to go. Maybe quietly too this time. 

You open the portal, and you are back in Heaven again, in front of the pearly gates of the place you call home. 

As you open the door and turn into the living room, you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Hey,” The sound of your husband’s voice rings through your ears.

“I ate your pancakes from this morning,” 

“Alright. I’ll make dinner soon, but I’m tired right now,” you pave your way to your bedroom, when Adam pulls you back.

“Where were you even?”

“Places,” you try to pull away, but the First Man doesn’t relent.

“Where? You weren’t in Heaven, were you?” 

“Alright fine. I was in Hell, cleaning up the mess you and your little play soldiers made by the way,” 

“Were you not there the other day? Why are you so attached to this-” Cogs turn in Adam’s head.

“You were with him, weren’t you? You fucking slut,” Adam’s hand swiftly slaps you across the face. A small cut of golden blood streaks down your face.

“What the fuck? Of course Lucifer is gonna be there, you dumbass?! Why do you think I’m gonna sleep with-” You dodge a flying porcelain jug that was headed in your general direction.

“That fucking demon, thinking he’s hot shit and- and all, just fucking whoever he wants-” The Angel starts storming around the living room, just throwing random shit about, like a kid having a tantrum, making colourful insults while doing so.

You sigh and go into the kitchen to make dinner; hopefully Adam would have blown off enough steam by then.

“Oh and- You better not go back there again, you got it?” 

“…Fine,” You slam the door behind you.

Clearly, you have to be more furtive about your visits to the underworld.

For now, maybe you should cook some dinner, and a warm bath.

Your back really hurts.

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[crookedcrow5]

Stuck

Surge looked about ready to chew her own arm off.

Whisper couldn’t fight off the puff of air and smile into her mug.

“What?!” The tenrec sneered, clearly never having an inside-voice before. “Got somethin’ to say?”

Not even bothering to answer, Whisper sipped her hot drink and sighed.

The rarest day of all- no mission, no quest, no strange feeling in her chest.

A good day.

Here she thought it would be ruined by the tenrec’s very presence, but it turned out more amusing.

Who would’ve thought the young fennec would stumble into the Diamond Cutters room and fall right onto her lap? Now the normally energetic pest was stuck on the couch like a normal person for once.

Perhaps that was a little harsh, but Whisper could have compared her to the ever-moving Sonic. That was a bit too far.

No, teasing the tenrec was enough. She deserved to learn how to be uncomfortable like everyone else.

“… Tch.” Surge tapped her foot so much it shook Kit, though the fennec didn’t even seem bothered. “When are they getting back?!”

“Soon.”

Surge gave her a look.

“Probably.” She shrugged in return.

“Ugh!” She groaned again, squirming. “At least help me here!”

“Still: no,” Whisper hummed. The tenrec might have been asking for a while now and the wolf might have been enjoying it a bit too much, but truth be told, there was a good reason.

Once the kid had passed out in the workshop and nearly killed Tails after being woken up.

And Whisper doubted things would go well after that should he try hurting her.

Surge slumped deeper into the couch, glaring at her.

"… Fine. I’m ssssorry.”

Whisper’s trigger finger twitched and she twisted only an ear over to her. The tenrec grumbled further. “Sorry.”

“For?”

“What does it fuckin’ look like?! Everything!” Surge threw her hands in the air. “I get it, you hate me, but you gotta be fuckin’ bored too!”

“I’m a sniper.”

“Then you want me to shut up, at least!” She smirked. “If you help me out, I’ll even fuckin’ leave! Win-win!”

“You can move him.”

At that, she scowled and grumbled more.

“… He’d wake up.”

“Then… you’re stuck.” To add a little salt to the wound, Whisper stood and stretched before walking over to their vending machine.

“… Gimme a pack.”

“No.”

“I’ll fuckin’ pay you back!”

Her smirk didn’t fade, even as Whisper threw the pack of animal crackers directly at her head.

The wolf sighed as she got her own snack and sat down, watching Surge devour the whole thing with unrestrained glee. It didn’t take her long to finish the pack and look over at Whisper.

“… Only one.”

“Aw, come on!”

Whisper munched calmly on her snack, trying not to smile at the anguish Surge was showing. “Now you’re just being an ass.”

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Anti-Woke Harry Potter

Agent: ok so listen joanne Agent: I have some bad news JK Rowling: issss ssscotland getting uppity?? Rowling: how dare they rebel against the yoke of English rule!!! Rowling: we will cram transss genocide down their tartan-wearing, haggissss guzzling throatsss!! Agent: Agent: it’s actually about your profits Agent: your profits are down 74% Rowling: what doessss that mean for me Agent: for one thing, you’re not going to be able to afford to fumigate your castle this year Rowling: but Rowling: I’ve already got diane duane in the ventsss! Rowling: at this rate, I’m gonna get a KA Applegate infessstation

Rowling: how can I ssstop losssing money Agent: maybe you wanna cut back on the transphobia thing Rowling: no Rowling: that isss non negotiable Agent: the transphobia is reallt bad optics joanne Rowling: I’m ssssorry, what can I sssay? Rowling: I jussst really like it when they die Rowling: esssspecially the pinkiessss Agent: Rowling: oh great now I sssupposssse you’re gonna sssay that wassss transssphobic

Agent: it’s just really not a good look Agent: people are already starting to think you eat trans kids or something Rowling: oh I’ve moved way passst pinkiessss Rowling: I’m eating hopperssss now

Rowling: what if we made a NEW harry potter sssseriessss Agent: that could bring in some cash, yes Rowling: Max is gonna make it! Agent: Agent: who’s max Agent: do you mean Agent: Max… Agent: … Brooks? Rowling: no no Rowling: Max! Agent: Agent: Max Booth III? Rowling: no I mean Max Rowling: look they jusssst rebranded I don’t know why thisss sssso hard for everyone

Rowling: this time, I want full control of the ssseriessss Rowling: I think that will really draw people in Rowling: they want to know that I’m in charge and making money from it Rowling: that’s definitely going to be a ssselling point Agent: Rowling: alsssso, in my versssion, harry will sssay the 14 words

Rowling: I want graham linehan to play hagrid Rowling: and I want posie parker to play mcgonigal Rowling: can we get leni Riefensssstahl to direct? Rowling: she’s a real girlbossss

Rowling: and I want dave chapelle to play dean Thomas Rowling: at leassst until later in the ssseriesss when he might get a romantic interest Rowling: then we can replace him with a white guy Rowling: and I want to hire those 2 kids who murdered brianna ghey Agent: Agent: as actors? Rowling: no no of courssse not! Rowling: as sssspokessspeople for my new harry potter branded anti-woke coffee company

[cheesecake-clown]

SNAKE MY BF JUST BROKE UP WITH ME AM I AM CRYING WATER FALLS CSN I HUG YOU UNTIL I STOP CRYING? (YAHTVWILL TAKE APPROXIMATELY 3 HOURS)

Oh shit, ssssorry man. You know I-

-Woah, uh...hey..there...

[grogusmum]

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[spectator-63]

whatever. go my scarab~~~~~!!!

status: playing having fun :) (available for anything, im doing multiple rps at once sorry)

(blog info under the cut or somethig)

^^ this is spectator . feel free to give it your own nicknames. some quick notes:

IT USES IT/ITS. this is both because of the companys influence and because the pronouns set just stuck. it likes being called it/its, even though it was originally dehuman(?)ization it still prefers this set. if i slip up let me know, ill do the same for you.

its often found hanging around the forklifts if not in the actual site

its ageless, closest guess being that its a young adult.

its unrecognizable to most monsters in its "expendable" form, save for sebastian. i currently dont have a design for what it usually looks like sorryyyy

it and sebastian are friends (at Least one sided) becauuuuse i say so. ok?

usually the expendables can tell when theyre being sent down with spectator, either because theyre told or because they have a strange uncomfortable feeling in their gut. it just kind of has that affect on people, unfortunately. if they dont realize, it dying and coming back as a weirdass monster that follows it around and asks questions all the time will definitely be the thing that brings it to their attention!

^^ and because it seems to be friendly around some of the monsters, namely eyefestation

has died countless times and has never gotten past 50 rooms. at least not as an expendable.

it gets into a lot of places its not supposed to. oftentimes its not even on purpose. it barely remembers any of its times escaping, though, so it didnt retain a lot of skill therefore its a lot less frequent than it was before.

yes, theres a reason it doesnt remember. yes, it knows why. no, it is not just going to say it.

and some ooc notes:

i have trouble with sentences and long paragraphs due to brain fog, PLEASE keep this in mind. i especially strugge to read small text in images.

i know like. nothing. about pressure LOL only the bare minimum that i need for this blog

im 18 but still no nsfw content please. and dont get me involved in em/eto related rps ok.

i am also plural and disabled so um. ssssorry if this is inactive sometimes

if i get any pressure lore wrong lmk 🐠🐠

i loveee full on rp please initiate rp with me its my special interest

^^ silly rp is fine too

interacts from @kirbytripledeluxe . last updated September 12 2024!

name list:

"spectator", general title given by the company. doesnt really like it but its fiiiine itll use it anyway

"goldie", from comet. loves it!!!