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Blitz and Stolas get stranded in a cabin on Earth and have to fuck in front of the fireplace for warmth. You agree.

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i can’t believe it’s november 21st and we still don’t have mastermind

i can’t believe it’s november 1st and we still don’t have mastermind

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Blitz stomping his foot and being a whiny bitch cause he's hungry. Stolas picking him up like a wet cat and setting him in a chair in front of dinner.

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*glances at my 100+ works on ao3*

i’m glad there are people out there that appreciate how feral i have been since 2016

something I love is reading a fic I really loved on ao3, going to the writer's profile, and seeing their loooooooong history of fandoms that they were a part of. it's almost like getting to see what someone was like growing up but in the lens of what ships absolutely consumed their soul lol

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my roommate brought home some cute lil hazbin stickers recently & i just added the two she gave me to my laptop

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worst part about the Internet is knowing that there are finally people who both match and complement your freak. the nearest one is 2,318.4 miles away and your time zones are awkward

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writing isnt even like a hobby to me anymore its just that theres images trapped in my head and if i dont get them out fast enough they start rotting in there and stinking up the place

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Reuploaded my fic Just Friends! Summary below ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Blitzø and Stolas decide that it's best to remain friends to rebuild their relationship. Blitzø totally agrees, because yeah, it is hard thinking friendly thoughts when plowing sweet bird ass.

So, staying friends? Psh, Blitzø's got it in the bag.

"0 days have passed since fucking my platonic friend"

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WIP Wednesday

thanks for tagging me @sunsetofdoom! (i haven't been tagged for this in so long, i appreciate it!)

i'll share this bit from a fic i started back in october & need to return to:

“Is that the Angel Dust, alone at a party?” Husk has a drink in Angel’s hand in less than a minute, as if he’d been waiting. Angel takes it graciously.  “Not anymore.” Angel leans one elbow on the bar, resting his cheek on his hand. “Have I missed anything good?”  Just as Husk opens his mouth to answer, another demon down the bar is shouting for his attention. He gives Angel a short apology before moving away, and Angel tries not to feel disappointed. This is his job after all, and tonight the hotel is bustling with activity.  “Mammon and Asmodeus almost threw hands over some salsa,” a voice says from Angel’s right. He doesn’t realize the voice is speaking to him until it continues, “It’s not that juicy, but I bet they’ll have it out before the end of the night. Especially if Mammon keeps throwing back all that beelzejuice.”  When Angel finally turns to see the owner of the voice, he’s surprised by the familiar face. Well, vaguely familiar. He’s used to a much more robotic version of the imp, who’s now leaning over the bar and stretching an arm all the way across to snag a bottle off the back shelf.  “That’s a neat trick,” Angel comments. Fizzarolli looks over at Husk, in the middle of mixing a drink for another demon.  “He’s busy. I can serve myself.” Fizz twists the top off the bottle and takes a swig. Interesting, Angel thinks.  “So, Asmodeous and… Mammon, you said? Lust and Greed? They usually butt heads at these things, or…?” Angel probes.  “No. They’re fighting over me.” Fizz punctuates his statement with another swig.  “You?” Angel frowns, then remembers one of Valentino’s weird-ass, drunken rants from a few months ago. “Ohh, shit, that's right. You –”  “Fizzarolli.”  “Yeah, I know. I mean, ‘cause of the… bots, or whatever. Uhm, I’m Angel.”  “Yeah, I know,” Fizz says, and Angel is taken aback by his own surprise. He’s no stranger to being recognized, but he realizes he wasn’t expecting to be recognized tonight. Fizz must read something on his face, because he continues, “Your face is all over the Lust Ring. And Ozzie has been… keeping tabs on your boss.”  That surprises Angel, too. “On Valentino?”  “Oh yeah, he hates that guy.” Angel lets out a laugh, tries to cover it with a cough, but fails. After another drink, Fizz tips the bottle toward Angel. An offering. Angel glances at his half-full glass on the bar top, but accepts the bottle from Fizz’s hand.

thaaaanks and if you also want an excuse to share your words, consider yourself tagged by me~

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i can't believe it's november 20th and we still don't have mastermind

i can’t believe it’s november 1st and we still don’t have mastermind

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Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

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This is so special to me for no good reason

Vs

Please let me get something more from this when these idiots are back together.

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"We need to bring cringe/shame back" more like you need to learn how to sit with the discomfort of people liking and doing shit you don't like.

I myself sometimes feel it when I browse social media and then I remember that other people having fun isn't about me and guess what ? I stop feeling uneasy.

You don't viscerally need to say or do something about things you found cringe. You can just look away and mind your own business.